#also thanks for sending this I haven't been able to stop laughing about it

[delulujuls]

i'd give you the whole world if i only knew its price | ls18

am i a lance's girlie? no. am i becoming a lance's girlie? dont look at me

he seems so sweet idk why people hate on him

summary: lance's love language is giving gifts and when it came to giving something in return he'll accept only one way

warnings: none

pairing: fem!bffreader x lance stroll

The little girl sat on the curb, tears streaming down her rosy, tear-stained cheeks. In her tiny hands, she held her shattered helmet, unfit for further use. The girl wasn't crying because her father had scolded her for accidentally damaging the helmet. Instead, it was because, until she could find a replacement, she wouldn't be able to race with the other kids. That is, if there were any funds available for a new one.

Seeing the seven-year-old in tears, a slightly older boy, aware of the reason behind her distress, approached her with his newly purchased helmet in hand, crouching down in front of her.

"Here, you can have mine."

The girl stopped sobbing as he sat beside her, handing her the helmet, which she hesitantly accepted.

"I can't take it, my dad doesn't have any money left."

"You can take it, I always have two helmets with me."

The boy smiled at her, but uncertainty still lingered on her face. He glanced toward his father, who stood under one of the tents, observing the children a few meters away. Seeing the tearful face of the girl and the joyful expression on his son's face, he also smiled slightly and nodded.

"See?" he said, squeezing her hands that held the helmet. "My dad agreed. You can take it as a gift."

"Really?"

While her face was still wet from tears, her eyes no longer radiated sadness. Looking into the brown eyes of the boy, he nodded and he stood up, extending his hand.

"By the way, I'm Lance. Now, come on, it's about to start!"

"Please, Y/N, don't be like that."

The boy slumped onto the hotel bed, closely watching the girl's face on his phone screen.

"I'm sorry, Lance, but I can't."

She replied, her phone propped up against a coffee mug, engrossed in browsing job listings on her laptop.

"Why can't you just take it as a gift?"

Y/N scoffed and shook her head.

"Every month you give me some gift, Lance. Last month, as a 'gift,' you bought me a Birkin bag, and I don't even want to know how much it cost."

"You said your bag was falling apart, I wanted to make you happy."

She sighed and shifted her gaze to her phone. Lance looked at her attentively with his puppy eyes, visibly concerned. He wasn't seeing any problem here.

"The bag is gorgeous, and you have no idea how much joy you brought me," she said with grattitude in her voice. "But even a simple Target bag would make me happy, you know?"

"Yeah, probably. But this one is okay too, right?"

She laughed and shook her head.

"It's beautiful. Thank you very much."

Hearing her words, Lance breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her smile, he did the same.

"So, if you want to repay me, let me fly you to Bahrain."

She lowered her gaze, and the smile faded from her face. Barely scraping by on bills and struggling to find a new job, spending her remaining money on plane tickets was the last thing on her mind. Even if, it could cover just one ticket.

"I can't afford to visit you, Lance."

"That's why let me take care of it. We haven't seen each other for so long, and I want to finally see you and start this season together," he said, looking at her worried face. Money meant nothing to him; he could send a private jet to pick her up, just to have her with him. "Please, Y/N."

She sighed and shook her head.

"I feel so embarrassed. I'll never be able to repay you for all of this."

"So, is it a yes? Can I book the tickets?"

He asked, hope in his voice, and a smile slowly crept back onto his face.

"Fine, but no more gifts this month, okay?"

"I'll try to meet that condition."

Lance and Y/N had been friends since the day he noticed her crying next to the carting track, holding her damaged helmet. They remained friends through all the years of go-karting, and their friendship persisted even when Y/N had to give up racing due to financial reasons.

At first, though she shudders at the thought even now, she hated Lance with every fiber of her being. It wasn't him she despised, but the obscene amounts of money his father had, providing him with everything he could dream of. Y/N was aware that Lance had both many fans and critics, so every time she came across unfavorable comments about him online, she felt embarrassed. After all, she used to cry and curse him every night, even though deep down, she didn't hate him; she just disliked the situation he was in, which she was not allowed to have.

Lance himself knew that without money, he would never have entered the serious world of motorsport. Numerous training sessions, expensive lessons, academy tests – Lance knew that money secured his current position, but talent couldn't be bought. He knew he could drive, and even the people who hated him online knew it too, disliking him simply because he succeeded. Being in Formula 1 cost the Canadian a lot, as he constantly felt like he didn't belong there. Even in the paddock, despite rarely facing personal comments, he knew many saw him as the boy with his daddy's big money. Lance often felt lonely, so he deeply appreciated every moment he could spend with Y/N. No one was as important to him as she was.

However, Y/N focused on being an ordinary teenager after giving up her motorsport career. She finished high school, got into college, even found a job and rented an apartment. Although her life didn't unfold exactly as she wanted, she stayed connected to motorsport through Lance, whom she supported as much as she could. Now things were getting complicated again as the season was about to begin, meaning she could only cheer for him from her couch. But for Lance, there were no such limitations. If he could solve a problem with money, he would. Furthermore, Lance found immense joy in showering Y/N with various gifts. Giving her presents was his love language, something that Y/N had no clue about.

"There she is."

Lance smiled at the sight of his friend, who stepped out of the taxi in front of one of the Bahrain hotels. She returned the smile, hugging him.

"I was talking about the bag, but it's nice to see you too," he teased, pointing to the Birkin she was holding, prompting her to playfully nudge him. Lance chuckled and embraced her, taking her suitcase and leading her inside the hotel.

"I hope the flight was okay and you're full of energy because we're going to a team dinner tonight."

"So, basically your dad is inviting us to dinner?"

She asked jokingly, looking at him as they entered the elevator.

"Technically, yes, my dad is inviting us to dinner."

Y/N laughed, "Well, Lawrence Stroll can't be refused."

Shortly afterward, they were on the right floor where both of them had their rooms. Lance handed her the key card and when she entered her room, she noticed a bouquet of roses and a small package on the bed.

"Lance..."

Turning around, she saw him biting his lip, trying to hide his smile.

"Yes, yes, I know, we had a deal. But these roses were practically free and the little gift next to it is, let's say, a shared one."

He explained, putting aside her suitcase. She also placed her bag down and approached the bed, picking up the bouquet of white roses. She smelled one and smiled, feeling their pleasant fragrance. Lance smiled too.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Open the gift."

He encouraged her, leaning against the wall.

She smelled the flowers once more and put them aside, taking the small package wrapped in black ribbon. As she untied it and unwrapped the light-colored paper, she discovered the familiar shade of green. It was a long, satin dress with thin straps, in the characteristic color of Aston Martin. She smiled to herself.

"I guess this is for tonight's dinner?"

Lance nodded, "Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful," she ran her fingers over the fabric, "I hope you have a shirt in the same color."

He chuckled.

"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."

Indeed, at the agreed-upon time, Lance showed up at her door, wearing a shirt in the same color, black jeans, and matching shoes. He smiled at the sight of his friend, who opened the door ready to go.

"You look gorgeous. The color suits you."

Y/N laughed and closed the door behind her.

"That's good because otherwise, I would have to wear the white dress I brought with me, and someone might think I'm supporting Haas."

Lance laughed at her words, pleased to spend these few days with his friend. Honestly, he only stopped feeling lonely when she was around or when they had the chance to talk on FaceTime. Of course, it wasn't the same as having her physically by his side.

The evening passed in a pleasant atmosphere and time flowed effortlessly. Lawrence invited everyone who had arrived with Aston Martin to Bahrain, so instead of reserving a specific number of tables, Lance's father rented the entire restaurant for the evening.

Celebrating the team's excellent work during the winter months, the tables were adorned with champagne and white wine. Y/N had forgotten how weak her head could be, so after two glasses of wine during dinner, a slight buzz started to occupy her mind. Apologizing to Lance under the pretext of going to the bathroom, she stepped outside, sitting on the balcony. Despite being February, Bahrain offered pleasant temperatures, and even after the dark, a warm breeze caressed her exposed arms.

"Here you are."

The girl jumped, hearing his voice.

"You weren't around for half an hour, and I had the waitress check if something happened to you in the bathroom."

"I needed some fresh air."

Y/N replied, smiling at him. She noticed Lance's steps were a bit unsteady and a blush adorned his cheeks. When he sat next to her, she giggled.

"I can't believe we got tipsy."

Lance chuckled and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I won't lie, I'm feeling a bit dizzy."

Still giggling, the girl rested her head on his shoulder. Lance wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad you invited me."

"I'd give you the whole world if I only knew its price."

Hearing his words, Y/N raised her head and looked at his face. His brown, gentle eyes gazed at her affectionately and a faint smile played on the corners of his lips. Lance tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb.

"I hate that I can't give you anything in return."

Lance smiled, "Actually, there's something you could give me in return."

The girl raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

"You could be my girlfriend."

Y/N blinked several times, unsure if her slightly intoxicated mind was playing tricks on her or if she understood Lance correctly.

"Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Oh, God, you have no idea how much."

The girl smiled and, without saying a word, cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him. Lance hugged her even tighter, returning the kiss, feeling a burst of fireworks in his stomach. He could bring her joy with money, and she could do it in just one way.

"I love you, Lance."

With love.

[mayhemories]

Neteyam x reader dealing with the change between the forest and the reef. Fluff plssssssss but also kinda smutty.

I don't know how to describe it but can the reader want to mate with Neteyam bc they haven't yet and the reader doesn't know how to bring it up. and she is like worried about being a virgin

idk i cant stop thinking about Neteyam x reader sex on the beach

(doesn't have to be like actual smut if you are uncomfy)

What A Blessing

Oh, thank you so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing it. I hope I did it some kind of justice. I didn't commit to the smut in this part, but I was kinda envisioning a smutty pt 2. to this fic, so let me know if you'd want that <3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader (James Cameron’s Avatar) 

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Spicy Fluff? Straight Fluff. Neteyam has 1 (one) dirty thought, god forbid, let him live. Reader has a chat about sex and mating. 

Words: 2.6k

Author’s Notes: 

Minors DNI (no smut explicitly but still not for you guys, okay?) 

Listened to How Can I Make It OK? - Wolf Alice, nonstop writing this. So if you want the vibe, there it is.

Neteyam is 19, reader is 18/19, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tsireya are 17. Lil Tuk girl queen is the same age as the movie because I will protect her childhood. 

Please note that the reader utilises she/her pronouns. If you’d prefer male or gender-neutral pronouns in fic I’m more than happy to repost a male or gn version of the story, otherwise include any pronoun preferences in the request box!

Read below the cut:

Having Neteyam as your promised mate was a blessing. Having the security of someone so beautiful, strong and kind was priceless. A blessing. Having the Sully family as your fortress: Jake as your father-in-law and the Olo'eyktan, Neytiri as the mother you only ever dreamed of, Mo’at and all her teachings, the wisdom of the T’sahik that she instilled in you, for the future. Lo’ak as the annoying thorn in your side, but a thorn that opened your eyes to new sides of Pandora, nonetheless. Kiri as your sister in spirit, someone who felt Eywa like you did, someone who did not forget the power of her strength during hardships. And little Tuk, someone who made you laugh, and play and sparked the power of your imagination like it had been when you were little. 

And of course, your beloved Neteyam. With his broad chest, and broader smile. Honey eyes that could spring from docile to alert and tracking in seconds. With his sweet laugh and sweeter, protective nature of his siblings and his clan members. Being Neteyam Sully’s love was a blessing, was a strong fortress. Being in love with him was simple and easy. As was loving his family. Everything was perfect. 

Until it just wasn’t anymore. 

“No, Neteyam” you sighed. Sitting on the side of your shared bed, Neteyam kneeling in front of you, your hands weaved together. “I don’t understand.” your voice was soft, the tears streaking down your face were softer still. 

“My love, my father has decided,” Neteyam spoke softly, as if not to frighten you. “I must leave, my family must leave for the safety of the clan, for their longevity.” You loosed a sad chuckle, shaking your head sending rouge braids that Tuk has made flying around the perimeter of your face. 

“No, Neteyam, I don’t understand why you are talking like I am not coming with you.” You felt something fierce awaken in your small, beating heart. You were rarely like this, but when you were, Neteyam knew there was no point. 

“My love you know you can go anywhere, do anything you choose, I will never be able to stop you.” A sweet smile graced his lips, sighing he continued, “you know my only wish in this life is to keep you safe.” 

Gently, you wiped your face clean of salty tears, bending down to meet him on the floor of your sleeping quarters. You held Neteyam’s eyes with your own. And he knew in that moment, that he could never be parted from you. In this life and the next, he would always be with you. 

“I will always be safe when I am with you, Neteyam.” 

Finally landing the Ikran on the sand was instant relief to you. Your thighs were chaffed and your skin felt so dry like you had been whipped, skin peeling, ripped from the constant barrage of the coastal wind. Dismounting, your legs felt wobbly, like a baby taking its first steps. Neteyam kept his hands on your waist, stabilising you. You were no hunter, no rider really. That was all Neteyam. But, a keen herbalist, forager, spiritualist. You were his balance, or rather, you were supposed to be his T’sahik. 

The sun was so warm on your skin as you waited for the leaders of the Metkayina to accept your plea for refuge. You did not know if it was the delirium from the long flight, or whether the anxiety of being turned away caught up with you, but you felt like you were floating in and out of existence. One moment you were standing, the next walking with all your belongings to your new home, the next you were sitting in the intricately woven marui pod, unpacking everything and anything that meant something to you. 

Neteyam’s hands, calloused from the Ikran’s reigns and the grooves of his bow, found your slumping shoulders. Small circles being rubbed into your mistreated skin. 

“My love, are you happy?” Neteyam whispered over the sensitive curl of your ear. 

“Can I be honest with you, Neteyam?” You asked, turning to face him. He scanned your face for any signs of anxiety, happiness, indifference. Tightening his brows, as well as the grip on your shoulders. 

“Of course, always.” 

You smiled at that, he was still the same, despite it all. 

“I am worried I will not thrive here, that I will be dead weight.” You wrung your hands and wrists, head cast down, to escape his gaze, but also in shame, admitting your fear to him. To Neteyam. Your perfect Neteyam who could do no wrong. 

“I’m too worried, that I will be dead weight.” Neteyam sighed. Your head sprung up, confused. Your hands found either side of his face.

“Are you stupid or something?” Neteyam smirked slightly, his hands snaking up to rest on yours. “Neteyam, everything you touch turns to gold, you can’t really fail at anything.” He laughed at you, a proper stomach laugh.

“Care to share that tidbit with my father when you get a chance-” Rolling your eyes, you cut him off. 

“Neteyam, I’m serious.” You felt yourself starting to pout. 

“Take some of your own advice, huh.” Neteyam captured your eyes again. With a small peck on your pursed lips, he whispered: “You have medical training, you have intelligence and a strong heart.” One of his hands rested on your chest, roughly where you knew your heart would be. “You are connected to Eywa, you are connected to me. Forever.” You couldn’t help but smile. Oh Jesus, Neteyam he always knew exactly what to say. “My love Eywa will never turn her back on you, and I will always protect you from anything that might come.” 

Loving him was so easy, especially when he said things like that. 

He held your hands as you both stood up. 

“Now, let’s get some fresh water into you.” You chuckled, you knew you were dehydrated beyond belief. “And maybe some salve for that chafe too, huh.” He chuckled at you, pinching your side as you giggled, leaning into his safe arms. 

A blessing. 

The days quickly burned into weeks, the weeks into months. Your training with Tsireya and Ao’nung went well, to your surprise. You found breathing easy, as you could imagine the lungs filling and deflating. Though, Kiri teased you that Eywa decided you must be good at everything. Yet, all you saw was how naturally it came to Kiri and Tuk, themselves. You’d never admit it to Neteyam, but you preferred riding the Ilu. 

It came a bit harder for Neteyam and Lo’ak, but they were dedicated. Neteyam wanted to uphold the promise he made to Jake, that he would pull his weight, stay out of trouble, and bring no shame to the family. Lo’ak was driven by holding Tsireya’s attention. Which, you decided, wasn’t the worst idea Lo’ak had ever had. 

You liked Tsireya, Ao’nung… not so much, though after his big fight with Lo’ak and Neteyam, he had been more tolerable to be around. 

Tsireya and you sat side by side on the sand. You talked about anything and everything. She would often help you with your hair, and you would often help her with Lo’ak. You both had been trained as Tsakarem and loved the Sully boys. As different as they were, you knew better than anyone else, all Sully boys were the same breed.

Her fingers were in your hair, trying to get Tuk’s random braids and beads out before she properly weaved your hair into some kind of intricate braid pattern. 

“How did you know Neteyam was the one?” Tsireya asked, though you knew she sat right with you, you knew her mind was thousands of miles away, with a certain Sully. You giggled, knowing that you were like this once. Maybe, you still were like this, though your love for Neteyam was not so young and fresh and scary, all at once, like Tsireya and Lo’ak. 

Neteyam was running down the beach with Tuk, he felt sorry that he had not spent as much time with her as he used to. They collected every shell that she deemed pretty enough, placing them into a makeshift bucket Neteyam had fashioned out of a palm husk. 

“Look!” Shouted Tuk, Neteyam expected another pretty shell, but he looked up to where his little sister was pointing. “It’s (y/n) and Tsireya.” Neteyam smiled at her happiness, but also at how happy and content you looked. 

Giggling with your newfound friend, talking animatedly, using your hands, as you so often did when you were passionate about something. You looked so carefree in the late afternoon light, the pale pink hue stretching out across the sand. Neteyam realised, you finally looked your age. So young and full of life. 

The inappropriate edges of his mind could not help but think about mating you on the sand, then and there. All the mewling sounds that he knew he could coax from you, if only he was given the chance. 

He quickly shook his head, as if to throw the image out of his brain and onto the sand. He refocused on Tuk again. 

“Hey, don’t bother them yeah?” Neteyam said softly, holding a shell out for Tuk to take. “They look like they’re having fun.” Tuk twisted her nose up, but eventually agreed, digging her little fingers back in the sand, sifting to find the prettiest shell, just for you. 

“So,” Tsireya started again, still doing your hair. You watched Neteyam and Tuk, further down the beach. Your heart was warm, blooming in adoration for him all over again. “You love Neteyam that much, but you two are yet to mate” all the blood pooled into your cheeks, across your nose and the tips of your ears. Talking about your virginity with Tsireya was new, but not unwanted, you supposed. “How come?” She finished your hair, sitting across from you, cross-legged like children in lessons. 

“We haven’t spoken about it really.” You started, playing with your new braids shyly. “Neteyam was very sought after back home, I am not entirely sure what he did and did not do with others.”

Tsireya covered her mouth while she giggled softly, you mirrored her actions, still shy to be broaching the topic at all. 

“And you?” She asked. You quirked your eyebrows in confusion, not really sure what she was asking. “Have you ever done anything? With Neteyam or otherwise?” 

You knew you must be almost purple in the face, the blood pooling behind your deep blue skin. 

“We kiss of course, but that is all.” You kept your eyes on Neteyam further down the beach, worried the ocean breeze would carry your conversation. “so far.” you added, hastily, in case the wind did betray you. 

Tsireya looked behind her, at Neteyam and Tuk, and then back at you and your eyes, full of longing for the elder Sully boy. 

“Neteyam! Tuk!” Tsireya called out, you hissed. 

“Ah! What are you doing?” You still felt nervous after admitting these things aloud to Tsireya. 

“Come join us!” Tsireya ignored you, but beckoned the two Sully’s over. Tuk came bounding, a bright smile on her little face, braids bouncing as she ran. 

“We collected shells for you! And for mommy too.” She said proudly. Showing off her palm husk full of shells, some stunning, truthfully. Others were broken or chipped. But to Tuk, they were beautiful all the same. 

Neteyam sat next to you quietly, thighs brushing. You felt like you were going to pass out, still embarrassed from the conversation with Tsireya, which Neteyam knew nothing about. But his presence, though usually a blessing, was too much. 

“Oh wow!” Tsireya exclaimed, causing Tuk to smile wider. “Shall we take them to show your mommy? I feel like she would want to see them!” Tsireya asked Tuk in a sing-song voice. They stood up so quickly, Tsireya holding hands with Tuk, Tuk leading the charge back to the village. 

You were lost for words. Tsireya had set you up, alone, with Neteyam, just before eclipse. She confirmed this with a sly wink thrown over her shoulder. You couldn’t help but stare at their retreating figures.

It was stupid really. Neteyam was your promised mate, your love, your everything. And a few words exchanged in confidence with your best friend regarding your lack of sex life has caused you to be in shambles. 

Neteyam could see the remnants of blush resting upon your high cheekbones. And, he’s not stupid, he saw Tsireya’s pointed wink. Putting a braid behind your tinted ear, he started:

“So, what did you two talk about? You seemed like you were having fun.” Neteyam smiled, elbowing you in the side. 

Loving him was so easy, why couldn’t mating be easy too? Why couldn’t having sex with him be the easiest thing to do? 

“Neteyam,” You released a breath you weren’t even aware that you were holding. “Have we not mated yet because of my lack of knowledge in pleasure?” It was a stupid question, you knew that. But you couldn’t get the seed of the thought out of your mind, now that it had been sown. 

Neteyam felt all the blood in his body rush to his face, it was his turn to blush he supposed. 

“How could you even think that?” He chuckled, holding your face in his hands. The heat of your face radiating outwards. “Do you think I have so much experience? Of course not.” 

You felt foolish now, so you leaned into it for once. 

“So you do want to mate with me then?” You asked, your voice only slightly louder than a whisper. 

Neteyam laughed. 

Not a sweet chuckle, or a nervous giggle, a full-blown laugh. 

You instantly retreated into yourself, not expecting him to laugh at you, despite the foolishness. 

“Oh Eywa, help me,” Neteyam started, seeing your embarrassed figure pulling your knees to your chest. “My love,” Neteyam grabbed your chin in his strong fingers, forcing you to look him in his amber eyes, now lust-blown and heavy-lidded. “I think about mating with you every day. It’s the first thing I think of in the morning, the last thing I think about at night, I dream of it, of you my darling.” His genuine confession set your heart racing, your blush fighting tooth and nail to be at the forefront of your face. “My (y/n) I couldn’t even witness you sitting on the beach with a friend without thinking about it.”

He always knew what to say. Loving him was easy. What a blessing. 

That mantra ran circles around your mind as you listened to him. 

“If I’m being honest, we have not yet mated because I am scared,” Neteyam spoke softly again as if his admission was going to float away in the breeze. “I am scared that one day you will wake up and want to leave me.” His voice broke slightly. 

You audibly gasped, this boy. 

“Neteyam, you know I would never leave you,” your fingers found their home in his hair, despite his grip on your chin. “I love you, I see you.” 

Neteyam smiled. The eclipse rapidly approached behind him, and in the moonlight, his skin glowed, he radiated such pureness, you never wanted to let it go. 

Never wanted to let him go. 

“I see you too, my love. Always” He kissed all over your face, making sure to get every freckle, every smile line, every inch. “We can mate whenever you want my love, whenever you want.” 

“Eywa has blessed me with you, Neteyam.” You giggled. 

You couldn’t wait much longer, you needed to mate with him. Entwine your bodies and souls for life.

As he kissed your lips with his soft, plump pair, all you could think of was, 

Loving Neteyam was easy, so easy, like breathing. It was natural, it was right, it was forever. It was a blessing, it was a fortress. 

You will never know what you did to be so blessed with the gift of Neteyam. 

Additionally, you also couldn’t wait to tell Tsireya.

[taurussbabe]

Hey! How are you?

I’ve been reading your blog over the past while and been really keen to request something for Mason…

Could you write an imagine where Mason invites the reader to the pub to meet all his mates. It’s a last minute thing, so the reader meets Mason after work. But she of course looks breathtaking…but maybe the reader is so tired from work so Mason takes her home at the end of the night and they have a cosy night in.

I’m very much in the feels right now, so I’ll take annnny fluff 😂

Thank you so much, have a good day! 🥰 xx

about... it's in the request 👆🧸

pairing: mason mount x fem!reader

A/n: hii! I'm good, thank you. I hope you like this anon! 🫶🤍

word count: 1k

"Hi love" you heard on the other side of the line, instantly making you smile

"Hi Babe, what's up?"

You could hear a lot of noise around him, but you were still able to listen to him chuckle at something someone had said.

"Listen, me and some of my mates are going to the pub. Do you wanna come join us?"

"Me?" You asked, not having met his friends yet and not really wanting to meet them after a work day.

"Yeah, I want my girl to meet my friends. And I only have one girlfriend, so yeah, you." You chuckled at his comment and thought about it for a second. "Love?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, do you really want me to come? Have you seen how I look after work?"

"You mean absolutely breathtaking?" You could hear people behind him laughing and someone say 'oh mason is in looovee', what made you chuckle

"Thank you, and if you really want me to go, I'll be there, just send me the address"

He thanked you and said his goodbyes before hanging up.

Being with mason was different than anything else you've ever experienced, he was the nicest person to you, your ray of sunshine.

You really liked him and you knew he liked you too, but you have yet to meet his friends and family, but you weren't trying to rush your it because you haven't even said 'I love you' to each other. You felt it and you knew he felt you too but you didn't want to rush things, you both were aware of your feelings and that was enough for now.

Soon after he ended the call, you received a text with an address and a heart emoji next to it.

When you left work, you texted mason letting him know that you were leaving and asking for him to meet you outside.

Once you got to the address, you fixed your clothes a little bit, trying to look more fresh and also checked yourself on your phone to make sure your hair was still looking good. You walked the rest of the way and felt someone's eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw mason. You felt your heart flutter at the sight of him waiting for you, hands in is pockets.

"Hey" he said pulling you in for a hug, placing one hand on your cheek, kissing you softly before pulling you towards the pub, but you stopped him, pulling his hand.

"Do I look good?" You ask causing him to move both of his hands to yours, grabbing one and making you do a little spin

"Are you kidding me? Most gorgeous person in this whole country, hell, in this whole world. I'm one lucky guy to have you." His words made you blush and look down, when his other hand grabbed your chin, softly forcing you to look at him. "They're gonna love you, I promise. Are you ready?"

You just nodded, suddenly not feeling brave enough to said any words.

When you walked in the pub he held your hand and gave it a soft kiss, all while looking at you with complete love and adoration.

He pulled you by your hand through the pub until you reached a table full of his friends

"Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend" he said while dragging his hand across your back, softly caressing you in an attempt to calm you.

Everyone greeted you and you ended up sitting in mason's lap, due to the smallness of the table, along with some of the other girls who were sitting in their boyfriend's lap as well.

"Are you okay?" Mason softly whispered on your ear

"Yeah, just tired" you said and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, followed by kai making 'wooo' sounds, clearly mocking mason

"Let them be, they're in love" sophia, his girlfriend, said, softly slapping his arm. You ignored the love comment and so did mason, only laughing at her gesture.

"Well, it was fun guys, but I think we're gonna head home"

"It was so nice meeting you all" you said as mason man hugged his mates while tou said goodbye to the girls.

.

The car ride home was quiet, his hand on your thigh, softly caressing it, while humming to the song the radio was playing

His eyes were on the rode but he often switched his gaze to look at you.

"You didn't need to come home with me, you were clearly having fun"

"I know, but I wanted to, where you are is where I want to be" he reached for you hand, kissing your knuckles sweetly

The rest of the ride was spent with you both singing along to songs, before he parked in his driveway.

You walked into the house, dropping yourself on the couch before sighing loudly

"I'm gonna run you a bath, be right back" he kissed the top of your head and you smiled at him

.

You got out of the bathroom, hair still half wet and saw mason lying on the bed, only in his sweatpants, scrolling on his phone before he noticed you and patted down on the bed next to him, signaling you to join him.

You laid down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, head resting on his chest as he massaged your scalp.

"You know" he said, catching your attention causing you to look up at him "what they said, about being in love, they were actually right. I'm in love with you Y/n, you know, I think since the day I met you, and it's time you officially know that." He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head, making you blush slightly

"You're lucky, you know, because I happen to love you too, mason mount" he chuckled at your comment and hugged you tight, planting a million little kisses to your whole face.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling, talking about the future together, and a lot of make-out sessions.

[kinkandkreep]

Could I request a Miguel x Spider!reader where they died in Miguel’s universe but is alive in Miles’s universe?

Lost and Found

♡︎ Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Spider-person!reader

♡︎ CW: MCD, major injury, mention of blood

♡︎ "__" represents your name

♡︎ A/N: Hey hey! Thanks for sending this in! I haven't watched the movie yet and am subsequently unsure of how the multiverse hopping...situation works, so this is kind of short, but I hope you enjoy! I'll most likely come back after I've watched the movie and update it.

Miguel wasn’t normally one to cry. 

He could become emotional, yes, and he certainly knew how to express that emotion. Maybe not always in the healthiest manner, but still, he knew how to let others know when he felt strongly about something. 

Arguably, the thing- or rather, person- Miguel felt strongest about was you. 

You, who barged into Miguel’s life like a freight train smashing straight through a buffer stop. 

What with all his responsibilities, Miguel was in no way looking for love when you appeared. Initially, he was cold and even somewhat rude towards you, something you found irritating but nevertheless, you disregarded him and his tomfoolery. You had a job to do, one you couldn’t afford to let be hindered by an, admittedly, very handsome man in need of a serious attitude adjustment. 

The two of you skirted around each other for the longest as you worked to keep the multiverse in check. Over time, he warmed up to you; slightly at first, but eventually as he begrudgingly began to notice how capable and dedicated you truly were, he came to respect you. 

And as the amount of time you two had to spend together increased, it grew into something else entirely. 

Miguel found himself looking forward to patrols with you. He wanted to see you smile more often, and hear you laugh despite your situation. 

He appreciated that you could appreciate silence, but also knew how to appropriately fill the silence when the occasion called for it.  He found it fascinating that for the most part, you were reserved and calm, but also seemingly able to flip a switch, becoming more outspoken and boisterous. That particular quality of yours came in handy when interacting with the public and especially children, of whom you seemed fond, if the extra care you took with them was anything to go by. 

He liked that you could make him laugh, whether intentionally or not (Miguel was also not one to laugh very often) and he hated seeing you cry, whether because you failed to save someone or even because of a particularly sad film or video you found on Youtube.

Before he knew it, you and Miguel had spent a majority of the hours out of everyday together, and had grown very close. Almost inseparably so.

So, he couldn’t say he was entirely surprised when one night, after a particularly bad fight with a drug and rage fueled criminal, Miguel nearly blurted out his feelings suddenly. He’d gone berserk when the thug threw you through a wall, and he was forced to watch your body limply land on top of a mountain of rubble. 

Miguel swiftly dispatched the thug after that, now fueled by his own rage. 

You had been knocked unconscious by the impact, and Miguel quickly checked you over for signs of anything being broken or potentially fractured. He breathed out a sigh of relief upon finding that everything seemed to be still intact, and carefully lifted you up, speeding off into the direction of his apartment. 

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

It took some time for you to wake up, and Miguel spent a majority of that time pacing about his living room, a nervous habit of his. 

When you finally ambled dazedly out of his bedroom- yes, his bedroom- he rushed up to you, starting to bombard you with questions, before remembering that you had just been tossed through a wall and were probably very confused at the moment. 

It took you a little while, but eventually you seemed well enough to walk more steadily. Once the dizziness you were experiencing wore off completely, you thanked Miguel for taking care of you and apologized for any inconvenience. 

“No need,” he’d said, shaking his head with raised hands. “It was no trouble at all.”

With a nod, you were preparing to leave when he suddenly blurted out, “Wait!”

You turned, a bewildered expression etched across your face. 

“Yes? Is something wrong Gigi?” 

There was an awkward expanse of silence. 

“Um, it’s…it’s nothing. Sorry. Good night.”

“Uh, goodnight.” 

With that, you were off, and Miguel mentally kicked himself upon realizing that he had missed his opportunity and managed to make himself look like a weirdo at the same time. 

Sighing frustratedly, he moved to begin his night routine, intending on calling you the next day. 

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

The next day came and went, and somehow Miguel never ended up calling you. 

He would say he was too busy to do so, and it simply slipped his mind, but in reality he was too scared to say anything to you just yet. 

He thought you probably would want space from him as well, but was proven wrong rather spectacularly when you came barging through the door to his personal gym while he was in the middle of completing his at home fitness routine. 

“Gigi! You wanna explain why-...” You paused upon seeing him, shirtless and covered in a light sheen of sweat. His eyes are wide as he stares at you, body frozen in the middle of a crunch. 

“Uuuuhhh, anyway, you wanna explain why I didn’t hear from you all day yesterday?” You try to maintain eye contact with him, so as to keep your eyes from inappropriately wandering. Now, Miguel is standing, using a towel to pat himself down. 

“I uh…I was busy yesterday.”

“Too busy for me?” You don’t mean to sound so pouty, but you manage to anyway. 

At this, Miguel internally startles. Externally, he averts his eyes, using his towel to cover the lower half of his face. 

“I-I’m sorry.”

Fondly rolling your eyes, you approach him, playfully punching his peck. “Nah, you’re fine. But seriously don’t leave me hangin’ like that again. I was worried, but figured you needed some space so I left you be.”

Turning, you begin exiting the gym, throwing up a hand over your shoulder. “Come on, get cleaned up and let’s go out. We’ve got a whole day’s worth of catching up to do.”

With that you’re gone, and Miguel smiles despite himself. 

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

The remainder of the day is spent pleasantly, the both of you enjoying your time together. Miguel feels, for the first time in a long time, free and unfettered by his seemingly innumerable responsibilities. 

As the two of you sit perched on the edge of the rooftop of a random skyscraper near the middle of the city, and as Miguel watches you laugh around your mouthful of fries, he realizes that he also feels something else he hasn’t felt in quite a while.

Love.

The thought strikes him suddenly, and he’s left a little winded. 

He considers, really considers for a moment, telling you as soon as he realizes he’s in love with you, but ultimately decides against it, instead taking a bite of his burger and swallowing it and the lump in his throat. 

It’s a decision he soon regrets.

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

“H-hey. __?”

Miguel watches, petrified as your body begins falling. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, but he knew that one second the both of you were fighting a villain and the next, you were…

“__?!” 

Miguel runs, catching you just as you hit the ground. 

There’s blood pouring from a gaping wound in your abdomen, and Miguel’s not sure how much time you have left, but he knows it’s not much given how quickly the awareness is fading from your eyes. 

He can’t move, can’t even register what’s happening around him as he gapes at you, finding that the words won’t come out no matter how much he wills them too. 

You, on the other hand, seem to have accepted the situation for what it is, managing a small, bloody smile at Miguel and weakly grasping his hand where it rests on your chest. 

No words are exchanged between you, and as your hand goes limp and the final breath stutters from your lungs, Miguel finds he regrets it for a very long while after. 

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

It’s years before Miguel sees you again.

He hasn’t been the same since he lost you, and his temperament has suffered greatly following your loss. Miguel’s heart hardened after losing you, the previously opened doors guarding his emotions slamming shut and sealing themselves tight. 

His run-in with one Miles Morales and the subsequent fallout from that ordeal surely hadn’t helped. 

That is, until he saw you.

You, who gaped at him with wide eyes, surprised by his sudden tight embrace. 

“G-Gigi? Are you ok?”

Oh, how he’d longed to hear that name fall from your lips one more time. 

Pulling back, he studies your face, slightly unbelieving. But that feeling is quickly overridden with joy as he realizes that yes, it is you. Alive, and in his arms. 

Miguel wasn’t normally one to cry. 

But in that moment, reunited with his lost love and refusing to ever let you go again, he sheds genuine tears of relief. 

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

ᵇᵘʸ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵏᵒᶠⁱ?

[usmsgutterson]

Hi ^^ I love your writing sm and I’d like to request a Jesper x reader !! The reader is very quiet and anxious but can come off as cold or rude to others. They joined the Dregs after Kaz bought their indenture from the head of a fighting ring that reader was forced into, similar to Inej’s situation with the menagerie. Reader is an excellent fighter and skilled squaller, using their gift to manipulate the air around arrows they shoot so they are much quicker and precise. I don��t mind what gender the reader is or if this is written as headcanons or a oneshot, anything will be perfect <3 Also sorry if this is too specific, just let me know if it is and I can revise :^) thank you !! - 👾

Vecht Amfitheater- J.F x gn! Reader

Okay! Thank you so much for sending this in! I've been missing writing for Jesper because it feels like I haven't been writing for him a ton lately so getting the chance to again was a blast!

Also, there's a bit of Dutch language in this because Dutch is what Kerch language is based on, and the translations for the two Dutch words I used might be wrong so I apologize in advance!

Fic type- this is like, fluff kind of? fluff with angsty undertones

Warnings- mentions of and allusions to trafficking (the reader describes being taken and trafficked to Ketterdam, though it's very brief and not descriptive)

Jesper had seen you the first night you’d found yourself in the Slat, your indenture owned by the Dregs and paid off by Kaz. You were quiet, aloof, sitting at a table in the back corner and looking from person to person as though you were sizing up an opponent. 

Jesper had asked Kaz your name, and that was that. You were Y/N L/N, and Jesper decided that was all the information he needed to gleam from Kaz. He could get the rest from you, and he would, provided that patience was something he was willing to practice. 

As it turned out, he was, and that was to his benefit. Over the next six months, he noticed things about you. Your skilled way of fighting--you were the best fighter that Jesper had ever seen. It was almost as though you were able to predict every movement your opponent was going to make before they made it, and in turn, have them beaten before they could even register that you’d won. 

He watched you train, too, saw your ability with your arrows in action, noticed that you always made every single shot you took. He noticed that your arrows moved toward your target quicker and with a more precise nature than he’d ever seen any archer get their arrows to fly. 

Then, he noticed that you also aimed differently to how most archers he’d seen did it. Archers he’d seen tended to aim with all of their fingers around the bowstring. 

You aimed with your thumb and your first, leaving your middle, ring, and pinky fingers open. The aiming technique wasn’t the best but somehow, you were the best archer that Jesper Fahey had ever encountered.

“You can stop watching me now,” you said one morning, when Jesper had been watching you shoot for what must’ve been an hour, maybe two. It was the early morning, and you were in the countryside of Ravka for a job. You’d set up a shooting range in the backyard of the place you were staying, one of many estates owned by the Lantsov family. “You have questions. Ask them.” 

“How do you shoot so terribly and still get every shot?” Jesper asked. “Even when we’re on field jobs. Your aim is the most precise aim I’ve ever seen, and yet you don’t even aim or hold your weapon in the traditional way.” 

“I aim well enough,” you said. “Being a squaller is why my aim might be a little off. I could still summon the wind to ensure that my shots are precise if I did it like you’ve seen before, but having my middle, ring, and pinky fingers open makes it easier.”

“You’re a squaller?” Jesper asked. 

You laughed. “I’ve never really kept it a secret, but I don’t use my abilities outside of shooting anymore. Reminds me too much of the Vecht Amfitheater,” it was Kerch for the Fight Amphitheater, and quite possibly the most basic name for a fighting ring Jesper had ever heard. 

You’d always been quiet, aloof and a lot of the time, even people in the Dregs called you cold, rude, senseless, broken, damaged. If it was because of your time in the ring, then suddenly, your nature made a lot of sense. 

“You worked there?”

“By force,” you said. “I was jumped while heading back to the Little Palace from an outing with my class in Ravka at sixteen. Worked there for two years before Kaz found me, and six months later, here I am. Skilled but broken, as the gossips of the Dregs say.” 

Jesper shrugged. “Happens to the best of us,” he said. “The broken part. Not the whole trafficking and all the trauma that comes with it--”

“Fahey?” You asked, grin fighting its way onto your face despite your best judgement.

“L/N?”

“Quit while you’re ahead,” you said, grin on your face. Jesper felt his heart light itself up and damn near take flight out of his chest, a grin coming to his face as he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “Was planning to.”

You shook your head as you turned back around and Jesper went back to watching you shoot.

He observed that you held the bowstring with your thumb and first finger, pulled back and curled your middle, ring, and pinky finger toward your palm during the split second before you released the bowstring and the wind you summoned by curling your fingers sent your arrow flying. 

It was then that Jesper Fahey realized he was falling in love with you, and he wouldn’t’ve changed that for the world. 

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Goose! Please tell me, is there a headcanon about Frank x Jodie's relationship that's been rotating in your mind but you haven't revealed yet?

Hi E!

YES! There is! I'll preface this with I'm pretty certain I've not mentioned it, but if I have, it will have been in passing; at least now I can go into a little more detail about it! I will also be adding a read more cause I think it's gonna get long-

One head canon I have for their relationship is how they ground each other in situations where their emotions either might be heightened or going through something mentally. For example, in some of my writings already, I've shown Jodie's moments of having little flashbacks, or reactions to certain stimuli that trigger a traumatic response due to her brainwashing (and general trauma). This is something that we could also attribute to Frank, too, given his long service in the military.

So, to get to the specifics, it's a small, subtle action. Simply, when either of them notices the other might need a little grounding, a reminder that they're not alone, or that they need to calm down, they will use their fingertips/knuckles of their fingers to either brush or tap lightly on the other person's hand/wrist.

The reason I've been thinking about it is because I knew that Jodie would be the kind of character that, when in turmoil, wouldn't want to be touched. If she's angry, upset, crying, she will not want to be touched (unless you asked and she invited it).

But I was also thinking that, especially given that Jodie has been brainwashed and Frank now has two people in his life that have gone through similar things, Frank would probably have a better idea of how to manage the moments where Jodie is 'not present'.

I've also seen it knocking around that Frank will also do something similar with Alex, those friendly pushes in cutscenes are a tactic Frank uses to make sure Alex is still grounded. Although I saw that after I'd already been thinking about this with Jodie and Frank, but it was nice to see that my understanding of Frank's character seemed to line up! Like, of course Frank would do something like that.

BUT Jodie does this for Frank, too.

I just thought having something so subtly intimate as a way for these two to interact in time of needing comfort (but maybe not wanting to be overwhelmed) is what will give me life right now.

BONUS: I had been speaking with @alypink regarding a face claim post I reblogged where Jodie's face claim, Kate Beckinsale, was wearing glasses. I do have a little headcanon that Jodie wears reading glasses to ensure she doesn't get eye strain.

POINT BEING, when they're in the workplace, maybe Jodie is reading some intel, combing through Birdseye view pictures of terrain - whatever it is. She's intently focused, enough that she wouldn't see Frank walking by. Just a little torment, maybe to break her attention for a split second (because this man knows Jodie will work herself into a hole and not take a break) he gently knocks the side of her glasses and sends them slightly skewed on the bridge of her nose.

Frank gives me an air of being able to be mischievously charming XD she'd look up at him, pouting with the glasses not corrected and he probably gets a little laugh out of it, whilst also achieving making sure that Jodie gets a small break (even if she doesn't realise that's his goal).

Sure he could straight up say, "take a break" but Jodie would also just be like "one more thing and then I will" but... respond that every damn time. Frank gets creative in making her break eye contact with the pages.

This headcanon is something a little softer, less serious, but thanks to Aly I couldn't stop thinking about that scene in my head.

[irisinthemoon]

Until I Found You, Pt. 7

[Part. 1], [Part. 2], [Part. 3], [Part. 4], [Part. 5], [Part. 6], [Part. 7]

Hey guys! I am so sorry for not updating in such a long time! I actually had this sitting on my drafts for a while but hadn't been to find the time to edit much less to post it. Since I already graduated high school and summer vacation has started, I finally found some time to write the next few chapters along with posting this one. I will try to write as much as I can considering that I will start College in August and I am not sure how much time I will have on my hands.

P.S. To the one who assumed I was dead, I am alive! Hahaha! But that message you sent did make my day. I had a good laugh for a while after reading it.

Summery: The festival is about to start and with that, the NRC students will finally see what has happened to their two companions.

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“Sorry for the inconvenience, I had to deal with a few issues before coming here.” Professor Trein explained. His tone was soft but stern, giving Rollo the impression that the man was someone who was soft but also tough when needed be. “It’s alright Professor Trein, we are just glad that you were able to make it before the last performance.”

Just as Eliott had said, the professor would have managed to make it before the closing performance. To which he could see the older man was glad for. “I thank you. I also hope my students and charges haven't given you too much trouble.”

“None at all, I am glad to have been able to talk to them while we are here.”

It was a lie, Rollo found them quite repulsing. Always relying on magic to save the day, showing it off without any self restraint. Not to mention that darn purple cat that kept sending him mocking smirks each time their eyes locked. 

“Then I am glad.” Guiding the professor to one of the chairs, Rollo then gestures for the other students to follow along. Taking his seat, Professor Trein furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed the lack of two of his charges. “May I ask, where are Shroud and Leblanche?” Once again, Jules jabs Eliott who had snorted. 

“It seems that both of them were taken by these ‘hunters’.” Answered Malleus, still looking confused about the whole ordeal. At this, the professor’s eyes widened in disbelief. He turns to look at Rollo for confirmation. “Yes, we had been on our way to the battle arena so that we wouldn’t run into them. Unfortunately, they had catched on and took Idia and Neige.”

“Will they be alright?”

“Yes, this is a small tradition the City of Flowers has. Once the opening ceremony is over, we will be able to recover your companions.” 

Deuce lets out a dejected sigh. “They will miss the performance then…” This time, it is Rollo who jabs Eliott on the ribs to stop him from snorting. “Worry not, they will have front row seats to it.” Said Jules with a serene (evil) smile. 

He had explained the event as best as he could without revealing the reason as to why they needed to capture two people. Seems like he wanted to make them wonder, or just make them worry more than they already were.

“Is that what they meant by choosing two ‘special and esteemed’ guests?” Asked Ruggie, ears twitching at the noise the crowd was making. Eliott nods, he still looked like he wanted to laugh but was keeping it together. “You can say that, but as Jules had said, they will in no way shape or form be harmed.”

That seemed to settle the professor’s worries.

Taking a seat, Rollo lets himself relax for a moment. Soon he will be able to see you, then once the tour is over with, he and you would be able to relax and spend some time together before his duties get in the way. A nudge from his left snapped him out of his thoughts, turning to face Jules, he gestured for him to speak.

“You alright? Earlier, when Chen’ya was talking to you, you got this angry and moody look on your face. Did something happen?” His peach-haired friend asked, eyes lingering at the cat beast-man who was off talking to Riddle. “Everything is fine, just trying to get on my nerves.” Much like every student that had come as guests since stepping foot into Nobel Bell. Eliott didn’t look convinced, a concern frown on his lips. 

“Do you need us to take over the touring?” Adds Jules from his right, red eyes casting a glance at Azul, who had been looking at them. In a lower voice he said, “We don’t mind, you can spend your day with [name].”

Shaking his head, Rollo puts his hand up in order to stop them from talking. “It’s fine, it’s my duty as student council president to show our guests around.” His eyes lock with Azul’s, who simply gives him a kind smile. One that makes him curl his lip in disgust. Covering his face again with his purple handkerchief, Rollo looks away. “Plus, I promised her she could join us. She wants to meet Yuu and Grim.”

If he could, he would have left the whole ‘greeting guests’ thing off to the welcome committee. They always took care of these kinds of things, but since he had been the one to request for the NRC and RSA students to come here, and so he must be the one to show them around. The City of Flowers hardly let anyone enter, especially when it came to the academy. Only those who got the invitation to attend the academy could get in without a problem.

And those who didn’t go to the academy, had extended family here, or were on business trips, had to get special permission from the chief in charge of the city. Rollo had to play his part, that meant spending time with the guests as much as it killed him. He couldn’t let Jules’s hard work in trying to convince the chief in letting a few guests in, down the drain.

And the idea of just leaving the two other people that he tolerated at best (no matter what you said, he will not call them friends. The Great Seven know Eliott and Jules will tease him about it relentlessly.) to deal with this hot mess of students. Though, he could say Neige and Yuu were about the only decent ones from the group. And yet, Neige’s unnatural kindness sent a shiver down his spine. 

No one should be that kind.

Before any of the two began teasing him about letting you join them, the loud sound of trumpets cut them off. The familiar rhythm of the drums and trumpets make the crowd instantly cheer, and causes him to sit straight, paying full attention into the arena where a bunch or performers come out dressed as villagers. Jules and Eliott instantly quiet down, eyes eager to see the last performance. Much like Rollo, both had been looking forward to seeing you perform. 

“Maybe you've heard of a terrible place where the scoundrels of Paris Collect in a lair.”

The ‘villagers’ began singing in union, walking at the beat of the trombone. The crowd also began to clap along with the beat, some of them even joining on the singing. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the way Epel nodded along. 

“Maybe you've heard of that mythical place of the Court of Miracles!” 

The giant double doors of the battle arena opened up, and in came you strolling on top of Snowflake, a dark red, white, and black jester dress, a matching hat and mask on your persona. You were sitting sideways, guiding the black stallion as he did the mini dance moves with the beat of the music. Your lips were painted a dark deep red, set on a smirk as your eyes looked over the crowd.  

“Hello, you're there!”

Your voice mixed in with the rest of your companions and crowd, causing even more cheering. A mixture of amazement and surprised gasps could be heard from the other students. Rook was smiling, a light blush on his face, and Rollo remembered something the third year had told him when he had introduced himself. About being the protector of beauty. Guess Rollo can agree with him on you being beautiful, no matter what you wore or how you presented yourself, you were always breathtaking. 

“Where the lame can walk and the blind can see!”

The stallion makes a stop in front of Rollo and his charges. You smirk at them, looking as proud as he felt. “But the dead don't talk, so you won't be around to reveal what you've found!” Your voice was full of joy as you sang, making sure to cast each of the guests a look of mischief before grabbing a bunch of bead festival necklaces from your satchel and throwing it at them.

Sebek lets out an unceremonial shriek, trying to prevent the necklaces from finding a way to Malleus’s horns. Silver catches three of them, a black, green, and aurora one. His eyes stare at you, a small amused smile on his lips as he slips the green one on Sebek, places the aurora one on himself and gives the black one to Malleus. Who smiles, (Rollo gagged a bit), and slips it on, glad to be included in the whole thing.

Azul, Jamil, and Ruggie each have a yellow, maroon, and blue one around their necks, joy filled smiles that don’t scream irritation or shadiness. Deuce holds a red one for Riddle who takes it with a smile as he gives a blue one to Deuce in return. Epel is already wearing a deep rich purple one, matching with Rook. 

Yuu is smiling, laughter escaping his lips as he slips a bright blue necklace on Grim’s neck, the boy matching with his companion. Chen’ya laughs, seeming to make it his mission to catch as many necklaces as he can while wearing five different colors around his neck. 

Grabbing one that had got caught on his chair, he hands it to Professor Trein, who mumbles a thanks as he continues to watch the performance. 

“We have a method for spies and intruders rather like hornets protecting their hive. Here in the Court of Miracles, where it's a miracle if you get out alive!” 

This time, you sing along with the crowd and performers. Some of the students begin singing along with you while clapping to the beat of the song. Jules waves his pointed finger while singing, Eliott claps, a bright smile on his face. Rollo huffs in amusement but even he couldn’t fight off the tiny smile as he watched you gain more confidence with each step and word.

A softer tone takes place after singing the last part, and on cue the five jesters that had cornered them appear in multiple purples of smoke. The leader, Yellow Jester, takes a deep bow as she waves to the crowd. Smirking when her eyes landed on the group. Deuce and Epel gasp and point at them, eyes wide in recognition. 

Yellow jester laughs as they look confused as begins following you and Snowflake with a jump to her step. Jules and Eliott both cover their mouths to prevent from full blown laughing, both already knowing that the moment the music picks up on its usual beat, they will be in for a surprise. 

“Now! Bring forth the intruders who dare step into our Court Of Miracles!” Your voice is booming, bringing everyone to pay attention to you. The Yellow jester laughs while taking a deep bow. “Why yes! We must bring the criminals in for you to judge!” With an elegant twirl, she points at Purple Jester and Blue Jester, “You heard our esteem Judge! Bring forth the intruders!”

“She’s the judge?!” Exclaimed Epel. A few of the other students are just as shocked as he is. “But, what does she mean by intruders?” Asked Jamil, looked once again guarded. “Did we break a rule by accident?” Adds Azul, eyes focusing on the crowd.

Before they could keep asking, the music picked up pace, and in came the answer they had all been seeking. Coming in, tied up with rope and white pieces of cloth covering their mouths, were Idia and Neige. Though, Neige looked a little more composed than Idia did. 

“What are they doing there?!” Riddle and Deuce both yelled at the same time.

Professor Trein looked shocked, but from his lack of action, Rollo assumed he already knew what this was. “Holy- Idia looks like he is about to piss his pants!” Grim laughs as Yuu tried to scold him, worry in his brown eyes. “That is if he hasn’t already!” Adds Ruggie, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. 

“Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles, I am the lawyers and judge all in one!” You sang as you trotted towards the two rope bound students who were now on their knees. Idia shrieks, his cry muffled as he stares at you, bugged eye. From his point of view, it looked like the grim reaper had comed to take his soul. Neige flinched a bit, but schooled his expression. He knew you weren’t going to hurt them, but he will admit. It was intimidating watching you reach them with that huge horse.

“We like to get the trial over with quickly because it's the sentence that's really the fun!”

In a flurry of movements, you pull Snowflake away and reach to pet the two of them The gentle tap you give them caused Idia to flinch and Neige to tilt his head on confusion. You laugh at this, sharp and mocking. Rollo’s chest fills with pride, honestly, he can see why they chose you to be the main act this year. You truly were amazing. 

“Any last words?” 

Idia begins shaking back and forth furiously, his muffle shrieks being heard even from where Rollo was sitting. Neige’s are a lot more tame, but you could see the way he is suitably struggling in. You smirk once again and pull away, “That's what they all say.” That just makes Idia panic even more. 

“Now that we've seen all the evidence-!” One of the jester boys sings before being sharply interrupted by one of the ‘villagers’. A young woman dressed in a plain beige dress raised her hand, and from his left, he heard a multitude of sighs of relief from the other student. Eliott snorted, holding his stomach of all the laughing he had done.  

“Wait! I object!”

“Overruled!” You yelled back.

“I object!” 

“Quiet!” You yelled again, fake frustration in your voice.

“Dang!” Said the woman softly as she lowered her hand down. The crowd laughs, cheers going around the battle arena. 

“We find you totally innocent, which is the worst crime of all…” You sang sadly while holding a hand over your heart, Snowflake’s reins in your other hand. In union, the other jesters follow, with exaggerated frowns on their painted lips. Riddle furrows his eyebrows, “What does she mean that they are innocent and then say that it’s one of the worst crimes?” 

Professor Trein chuckles, shaking his head. This causes his students to look at him in confusion. Malleus tilted his head, a small smile on his lips, he looked confused but he was still enjoying himself. Rollo rolled his eyes, the prince looked ridiculous with those colorful necklaces around his neck. (Sebek had made it his personal mission to collect as many as he could for Malleus when he saw how happy it made him wearing one.)

“So you're going to hang!” You and the crowd sang, full of cheer as you raised your hand into the air and bowed as much as you could while riding Snowflake. 

Rollo had been prepared for two types of reactions: One, the cheers of the crowd as they all agreed with your ‘choice’ while also clapping. (That was the majority of the crowd). Two, the gasps of shock and horrified yells from the students he was with as they all objected with your ‘choice’. 

Rollo has a tiny smirk on his lips, Eliott and Jules laughing out loud on either side of him. Professor Trein laughed lightly, shoulders shaking from the reaction of his students. Chen’ya also laughed, eyes watching the chaos unfold. Then there were the loud shrieks of Idia as they dragged him out and back into the double doors he had come out of. Neige had a look of realization when he looked into the crowd, his shoulders shaking as he laughed. 

Turning to Rollo and his group, you smirk and bow.

“W-Wait! I am sure we can think of something to help them!” Deuce and Epel tried to hold you back by calling out to you. Their voices coated with panic for their two upper-classmen. You turn back to face them, a haughty smirk on your lips. Placing a finger up to your lips is a quiet motion, you winked at them before fully turning around and guiding Snowflake into the double doors. 

The five jesters all bowed to the crowd, then in a purple cloud, vanished just as the double doors to the battle arena closed. The crowd went wild, cheers could be heard in every direction as people clapped and hooted. All of them were overjoyed at the performance, for it meant that the long week festival had officially begun. 

Clapping along with the crowd, Rollo smiled. It was small, and barely even visible unless you really looked into it. Professor Trein and Chen’ya cheered along, each wearing a different smile. Jules and Eliott hooted, calling out your name as they cheered. The other students all stared in a mixture of confusion, and a little worried at the fate their two other companions may bear. 

Clearing his throat, Rollo stood up from his chair and gestured for the others to do the same. “It’s best if we leave now, before the crowd gets rowdy.” Both his secretary and vice-president follow his lead, Professor Trein nods and tells his students and charges to do the same. There are some who voice their disagreement in just leaving, worried over their two companions. Rollo sighs, a little irritated but lets Professor Trein handle them as they make their way out.

“Worry not, they are both fine.” Said the older man, “This is all part of the tradition here in the City of Flowers.” At this, Riddle and Azul perk up. “Tradition?” Asked Azul, casting a glance at Jules who looked away, an innocent smile on his lips. The group continues to walk away from the crowd, following Rollo as he moves swiftly through the bodies of people. “Yes, I will explain it as we go to retrieve Shroud and Leblanche.”

Rollo was thankful he didn’t have to deal with them anymore. With a sigh, he continues to walk, Jules and Eliott both laughing at his side. 

______

Just as you mounted off Snowflake, you heard a shriek so loud that it startled your stallion. Quickly, you began mumbling words of comfort so the black stallion won’t run off like he had done months prior to getting scared by one of the students by accident. Frowning, you hand Snowflake to one of the stable boys and head to wear you could hear the shrieking and sobbing. 

A multitude of the performers surrounded two people, the two that had been selected by the hunters you notice, and it seemed like they were trying to calm down the one with blue fiery hair. For a few seconds, you stare at the boy in amazement. Not once in your stay here had you seen someone with that kind of hair. It looked incredibly beautiful and unique, it brought a smile to your face.

The boy let another sob, breaking you from your trace. Clearing your throat, you quickly maneuvered yourself around the bodies and into the center where the boy was crying. “Is everything alright?” You asked. And in an instant he turned to face you so quickly that you feared he would snap his neck by the speed he had used. 

“YOU!” The boy lunged at you, and having little time to react, both of you landed on the ground. You yelp in surprise and pain from the landing as the boy clung to you, babbling in both fear and anger. “I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS!” You wince at the volume of his voice. Two of the girls nearby tried to help you off the ground while another two did their best to remove the crying boy from you. “THIS IS WHY I NEVER GO TO NORMIE EVENTS! I END UP GETTING KIDNAP ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!”

You tried to calm him down, confusion and worry mixed together as you did your best to soothe his worries. But every time you tried to push him away he would hold you tighter as if you were a lifeline. “Idia! Please let them go! They don’t mean any harm!” Your eyes glanced towards the honey voice. If you weren’t stuck in this situation, you would have gasped at how pretty the boy looked. 

“FIRST IS THE DAMN GHOST BRIDE NOW I WILL END UP WITH MY HEAD ON A NOSE BEFORE I MAKE IT TO PREMIER OF MY FAVORITE ANIME!” Tears and snot left the boy, some of it smearing onto your outfit. Had it been anyone else or any other situation, you would have been angry, after all, the dress wasn’t even yours. 

The ravenette went to help the two other girls pull Idia away from you, his voice calm and collected as he did so. With the help of one of the performers, you stood up and dusted away the dirt off your outfit. After making sure that the snot could be washed off, you turn back to the crying boy. Taking off the mask, you gave it to the performer that helped you and walked towards Idia and the pretty boy. 

The ends of Idia’s hair were turning red the more he struggled from the grip the others had on him. “Thank the seven that we casted a magic nullification spell on him.” Anna, the yellow jester said, eyes wide as he watched Idia struggle even more. “We would have been dealing with more than screaming and shouting.” 

You could only imagine. If the boy was like this without any magic, you wondered what he would do if he could cast spells. Without thinking, you rubbed the magical ring on your right hand. It was much like the ones the student at Nobel Bell wore, the only difference was that it wasn’t for casting magic, but for protection. Something Rollo had given you with the persimmon of the Headmage. 

“Did you guys inform him of why he had been taken away?” You asked, looking at her with serious eyes. She looks away, a nervous smile on her lips. “About that…they are two of the many guests President Flamm invited.” At this you stare at her in disbelief. “Why would you take two of his guests?!” More importantly, how did they manage to take them if Rollo was there?

“He gave us the ok! I swear [name]! We asked before we even took them! If he had said no, we would have just taken Jules and Eliott!” 

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Idia’s shouts were starting to gather more attention. “I’ll go deal with him. Go and find Rollo, we don’t want more attention on us.” 

“You sure?” Asked Anna, eyes casting a worry look towards the fighting Idia. You nod, “Yeah, I’ll calm him down and explain why he had been dragged here.” Anna sighs but compiles. Leaving you with two of Rollo’s guests along with the other girls helping you, you sigh again and put on your best smile.

Thank the seven you knew how to put on a good act, even under pressure. 

“Hey! I am so sorry for the misunderstanding!” You raised your voice in order to be heard from all the yelling and shouting. Idia halts his struggling, yellow eyes looking at you with small tears. “We will not hurt you,” you added softly, “So please, stop shouting. The horses are getting agitated and if you keep making too much noise they will try to get out and possibly hurt others and themselves.” 

As if to make a point, Snowflake huffed. The stable boy you had given your stallion to shrugged at your questioning look. “I tried taking him back but he refused to move.” Snowflake huffed again in agreement. Shaking your head, you turn back to look at Idia and  begin walking towards him. “Look, they will unhand you but you need to calm down. It’s a lot to ask, especially when you don’t know why you are here in the first place.”  

Idia squints his yellow eyes, suspicion in them as he slowly puts his hands on his sweater pocket. Something blue flashed from the corner of your vision, but before you could get a quick look, it was already gone. 

“...Fine…” 

With a multitude sighs of relief, the girls unhand him. Some give him a small glare while others give him a sympathetic smile. They all leave except the pretty boy and your horse who the stable boy decided to tie up before taking his leave. If you could read his thoughts, you would almost bet that he was having a good time witnessing whatever was about to happen. 

Smiling once more, you gesture for the two boys to take a seat on the nearby bench. “Now, take a seat. I will explain everything. But before we begin, my name is [Name] [Last name]. I am a first year student at Noble Bell College.”

“Nice to meet you, again, sorry for the inconvenience.” The raven hair boy spoke, a sweet smile on his rosy lips. “My name is Neige Leblanche and the person next to me is Idia Shroud.” He gestures to the flame haired boy. “Well, I do apologize, Idia and Neige.” Standing up, you offer a light bow. “I didn’t know that both of you hadn’t been informed about the stunt we pulled.”

In all honesty you thought Rollo would have explained it to them the moment they arrived in order to avoid a situation like this one. Especially to people who didn’t know a single thing about the week long masquerade. You had known about it since you would be part of the act, and Rollo had warned you in case you were chosen as the ‘intruder’ and if you put yourself in their shoes, they had every right to act the way they were. 

“It’s alright! Every place has their own traditions! We should have done more research about the City of Flowers before coming, so that is a mistake on our part.” Reassured Neige as he gestured you to sit down. Idia frowns, a scowl taking place on his face. “Doesn't excuse the fact that Flamm didn't even give a warning…" 

You laughed nervously, between you and Rollo, no one knew of the childish streak the third year had. While he remained mature and a role model student in the public face, Rollo was a whole other person when he was behind doors. Much like Jules and Eliott, he tended to cause mayhap and chaos. Many times, he enjoyed watching it while laughing. This was one for those moments. And perhaps it was karma considering that you tended to join his little misadventures. 

"I'm sure he wanted to warn you but hadn't been given enough time…hunters do tend to appear out of nowhere."

"Now that you mentioned it, he had been in a hurry to get us to the battle arena." Thank the seven for Neige! You nod enthusiastically. "See? He probably couldn't explain it on time!"

"He had more than enough time! We spent nearly all morning with him!" Exclaimed Idia, anger clear on his face. You gulp, "I'm sure Rollo didn't want to spoil the surprise!" Neige (bless his soul) quickly came to the rescue. "Yeah! Many of the students in our group had questions and he had been there to answer them. Plus, even with Jules and Eliott helping him, he still had a handful!"

Idia shot Neige a small glare but didn’t say anything back. Taking this as an opportunity, you spoke up again. “Well, then let me make up for it!” Clapping your hands together, you shot them a smile. “Now, let me start by explaining the reason you two were stuck as this years’ intruders.” 

With that you launched off to a very long, and hopefully not so boring explanation. 

The whole tradition started off in honor of the Court Of Miracles, a place rumored to house people who were hiding from the monsters that used to roam the City of Flowers. The place could only be found by a special map and only a few selected had ownership of said map. While the place may have been hard to find, it didn’t mean that it was impossible. 

Many times, monsters and people with the wrong intentions would try to intrude the place, and in order to keep it safe along with the people living there, a few fellow jesters would capture them and execute them. The leader of the group of jesters was often referred to as the Judge while the other five jesters would be called the hunters. 

The Judge would be the one to take care of dealing the final order while the five hunters would do the capturing. That was how they managed to keep the place safe for so long. That was until two people had come. They were about to be executed if it hadn’t been for a young woman who knew them and concluded that they were no threat to the Court of Miracles. Because those two people were in fact friends of the young women and they wanted to help the fair judge, the one who wanted freedom for the City of Flowers, in defeating the monsters.

Hence, they had earned the privilege of leaving and entering in exchange for help. And so, in order to make sure people remember the bravery of the people, the people in the City of Flowers made it a tradition to start off the festival with the song and performance. Which also included having two intruders and a Judge who guided five jesters. 

But the citizens wanted to add a twist to it in order to make it fun and memorable. Instead of just choosing the two intruders like how they chose the Judge and jesters, they decided to select the two remaining people on the day of the festival by capturing two unsuspected people and bringing them forth. 

“And that is why Rollo didn’t stop them from taking you, he knew the two of you wouldn’t be in danger.” You finish off your explanation by doing a last attempt in saving some face for Rollo. Neige clapped his hands at your performance while Idia just looked even more perplexed. “And people agreed this was a good idea?!” He asked after a minute or two. 

“Well, many liked it! And many more hope to get chosen for it!”

“What is so good about being kidnapped?!”

You did your best to hold in a sigh of frustration. Instead, you shot him a bright smile, one you were sure looked forced but no longer cared. “The reason many hope to get picked is this.” Holding the object up, you showed them the prize. Neige gasped at it, eyes shining with curiosity while Idia just looked even more done.

“...A dream catcher necklace…?”

“Don’t give me that look!” Huffing you began explaining, again. “Remember the map I mentioned that led to the Court of Miracles? This is a mock imitation of it. It’s not the real thing, no one knows how it actually looked liked.”

Giving one of the two necklaces to Neige, you continued. “Much like the rumored map, this one is a map of the city. It will show you different locations and what not. The catch to it however, is that you will have to figure out the locations yourself, once you do, a prize will be given. You have until the end of the week to figure it out.”

Idia takes the necklace you offered, yellow eyes looking it over with hidden curiosity. He no longer looked angry, which was a win for you. “It’s like a scavenger hunt?” Asked Neige. You nod, “You need to find the locations on the map, once you do, it will glow, meaning that the location has been found. It should be about ten locations each.”

“And the prize?” Idia mumbled, eyes still glued to the necklace. “Ah…about that, I don’t have a clue as to what it is.” This time, his yellow eyes trained on you, brows furrow. You smile nervously. “From what I heard, not a single person has been able to find the actual prize. Many get close but the last location is the one that no one is able to find.”

From what Eliott and Jules had told you, when they had been selected as the intruders during their first year, both had worked together in order to find all the locations. That had helped them cover most of their base in three days, letting them have the rest of the week to figure out where the last location was. Yet no matter how much either of them looked, they couldn’t figure it out. Even with Rollo’s help, both didn’t manage to finish the quest. 

It was the same for past students who were picked, not one was able to find the last location. 

“Huh…now that sounds interesting.” A sudden sharp smile appeared on Idia’s face as he began to giggle. You stare at him confused and a little worried. Neige didn’t seem affected by it, but he did share the same enthusiasm as Idia. More or less. 

“And people can help you with this right?” Asked Neige. “Yep, since the locations switch up every year, asking for the old ones won’t work but you can receive assistance.” Pointing at the little purple jewels on the string, you explain further. “No one is in charge of placing the locations. The ones who do are the stones here, I have no clue where they come from though. All I know is that they chose the locations and once you finish with it, you give it back to the Headmage.”

Idia hums, he runs his fingers through the small diamond beads. Neige does the same, though he looks more joyish that Idia, who still has that sharp smirk. You don’t question it nor do you point it out. This was better than having Idia panic.

Anyways, the important thing was that there was no more noise and the people with their horses could pass by without fearing that the horses would act out. Plus, Anna would be here with Rollo soon, though, looking at your outfit you grimace. You could feel your sweat sticking to the fabric of the outfit. You wanted to go take a quick shower and change to the school’s female uniform. The robes would be getting in your way, especially when you planned to walk around with Rollo for the day. And from the looks of it, the warm weather may get a bit more warmer. While you preferred pants over anything else, the skirt of the female uniform will allow for easy movement and it will keep you cool. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Anna to come back with Rollo. Standing up from your position, you greeted the third year. Without sparing a single glance at the two other boys, he made his way to you, a worried frown on his face. Grabbing your face in a gentle grip, he pulls you close. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. A little tired from the performance but nothing I can’t deal with.”

He still looked unconvinced, placing your hands on top of his own, you gave him a confident look. “Really, I am fine. Plus, I had Anna get you since Idia was panicking.” Gesturing towards the blue haired boy, who was too busy looking at the dreamcatcher necklace. “I managed to calm him down, but I didn’t want to leave them alone, especially when he is one of your guests.”

Sure, you could have asked one of the performers to stay with both Neige and Idia but you also felt a little guilty at scaring them. It would be better for you to wait and explain the situation than leave and let someone else deal with Idia’s outburst. Rollo sighs, annoyance clear in his green eyes as he looks at the smirking boy. “I heard he had tackled you.”

“Ah, yeah but I didn’t get hurt. He was just panicking and it’s understandable considering that he got taken away without any context.”

Rollo avoids your gaze at your pointed look. “...The hunters got there before I could explain.”

“Anna said that you gave them the ok to take two of the guests.”

“...”

Shaking your head, you sigh, a little smile on your face. It’s not like you could blame him for not telling them. Much to everyone's surprise (except you) Rollo tended to be a bit mischievous and just like any other teenager, he enjoyed pulling little pranks on others. Of course, he did this when no one was looking or when he knew it wouldn’t harm others. Most of the time, you helped him with it. 

Like last month, you had helped him get back at Eliott and Jules for teasing him. It had started with Rollo admitting that he had a fondness for banana milk. Both boys had teased him for a while, it was unexpected for someone like Rollo to like something so sweet. Rollo had enough of it at some point and with your help, both of you plotted how to get back at both of your friends. Till this day, Eliott and Jules both still have glitter in their hair.

“Ah, Rollo! I do apologize for the earlier outburst. It had taken us by surprise.” Neige spoke up, brown eyes on the both of you. Startled, Rollo pulled away from you and regarded the raven head boy with a nod. “Yes, I also apologize. I had intended to explain to you all the traditions we have here but I hadn’t made it on time.”

Idia snorted, yellow eyes casting a glare at the third year but didn’t comment anything. “It’s alright, you wanted to have the element of surprise.” Once again, you thanked Neige. He was doing his best to convince Idia that it had been all harmless fun. Though, Idia didn’t look very convinced  at all. Clearing his throat, Rollo gives them both a nod.

“Right, I will be taking you back to the group. They are waiting by the entrance of the battle arena.” He then turns to you. “Will you be joining us?”

“I will, I just need to take a quick shower and change my clothes.” Twirling in your jester outfit you show it off. “I don’t wanna walk around in this. Not that it is a bad outfit, but I am not used to dressing up like this.”

Halting, you fully look at the pale boy. His face was a little red from what you could tell. He was hiding his face behind his infamous purple handkerchief but you could see the tip of his ears turning red. “R-Right…then we will wait for you in the city.”

Nodding, you agree with him before turning your attention towards the two other boys. Both were staring at the two of you. Neige with a small soft smile and a knowing look in his eyes. Idia looked a little annoyed but also had a look of longing. You didn’t question it, whatever was going on was their own deal. “Then, I will join you all later!”

With a bow, you waved to them goodbye, then, without thinking much, pressed a chaste kiss on Rollo’s cheek. You left the stables without looking back, a silly smile decorating your lips.

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I'm sorry if this is a repeat! It said something went wrong with my ask when I tried to send it!

Congratulations on 150 followers! That is quite a feat to accomplish and deserves celebrating. Have some confetti!

I have a request for Rex. SFW or NSFW is up to your discretion and if you want to ignore altogether, you can. No worries!

How about a fic with an introverted reader who's more reserved with Rex in terms of affections in public, and not only because of GAR regulations? She might snuggle into his side, hold his hand, hug and kiss when no one's looking, but that's it. Maybe she starts feeling a little insecure over how Rex might feel about it (probably because she sees other girls hanging all over his men at 79's/maybe someone tried to flirt with Rex because it's not obvious that they're together) and they have a heart-to-heart.

Like I said, you can ignore this if you want. It's just that I've read quite a few fics with readers who are much more extroverted and forward with Rex in the PDA department. Haven't read many with us more introverted type girls. Just because we're a little stiff in public doesn't mean we don't get wild for our special someone behind closed doors.

Hi Nonnie!! Thank you so much for asking this, and thank you for celebrating with me! Honestly, I loved this ask, and I completely got carried away. I accidentally wrote 1500 words and I probably could have easily written another 1000 more if I had time. I also haven't written for Rex in ages (a crime!), and I missed it! This was very personal, so thank you for trusting me with this request. I hope I did it justice!

Pairing: Rex x F!Reader

Warnings: Feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy, Jealousy, Sexual themes/implied sex

You and Rex have been dating for a few months now, and it’s been - well - a dream. He was everything you had ever hoped for and more in a partner. Rex was kind, he was caring, he was unbelievably handsome, and he was charming in his own sweet and occasionally awkward way. Even with your busy schedules, he always made time for you with date nights out on Coruscant and surprise flowers while he was away. You thought that the GAR would be more concerned about one of their high-ranking clone officers having a relationship with a civilian mechanic, but you quickly learned that there weren’t any rules against it. If anything, Anakin and Ahsoka had been almost helpful - almost. Rex told you later that the Jedi had teased him so badly about his obvious crush that Obi-wan finally begged him to ask you out so it would stop distracting “those two impossible children”.

The only thing that worried you about your relationship had almost nothing to do with Rex. If anything, it was your problem. You were more introverted. You always have been.  You had your close friends and didn’t mind getting to know new people if the situation was right, but you rarely put yourself out there, except for that one time that Fives forced you to do karaoke with him, and you swore that your cheeks burned red with embarrassment for a week. Up until now, you’d never considered it a fault. Being introverted made you careful, thoughtful, and caring, all traits you loved about yourself. And, of course, Rex had never made you feel anything less than special, but you were starting to worry if you made him feel special enough. Your reserved nature meant you had trouble expressing your feelings for him, especially in public. When you were on duty, the two of you hovered near each other but always kept it professional. Even when you were able to relax, like out at 79’s with the other members of the 501st or on brunch dates to Dex’s, you would steal a kiss in a quiet moment, lean against him in the booth, or hold his hand under the table, but that was the extent. Sometimes, you would watch him laughing along with his brothers, whose partners sat on their laps and hung around their necks, and you wondered if it was enough - if you were enough.

Tonight was one of those nights. Despite the loud music of 79’s, Rex’s hand occasionally grazing your knee, and the antics of Torrent Company, you couldn’t shake this feeling of being too shy. And now, as if you weren’t already feeling insecure, you had a front-row seat to the cute waitress flirting with Rex. You couldn’t fault her. How could Rex not catch her eye? With his close-cropped blonde curls, the tight compression shirt that covered his top half, his cool smile, and his kind manners, Rex stood out, even in a bar full of clones. She had spotted him the moment she came to wait on your table. And the beautiful young woman had made her intentions clear, been dropping hints all night about being single while her lingering eye contact progressed to gentle touches of his shoulder. Now your stomach twisted as she ran her hand along his arm, asking if he needed another drink. You wished you were bold enough to kiss him right in front of her, but even as badly as you wanted to, you knew you couldn’t. Instead, you looked away.

“I’m all set.” Rex gave a nod to the beautiful woman before he leaned back away from her. 

Under the table, his hand found yours and gave you a small squeeze. He nodded to Jesse, who quickly jumped in and began chatting with the waitress.

Later that night, you couldn’t shake the image. Even as Rex wrapped himself around you in bed, his breath hot on your neck and his hands on your hips, you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing how her hand grazed him. 

“Rex,” You whispered his name into the darkness.

“Hmm.” The groggy syllable was quickly followed by a kiss to the back of your neck as if he had been drifting and just remembered where he was. 

“Rex, can I ask you a question?”

“Course.” The reply came quickly. Rex was awake now.

“Does it bother you I’m not…I’m not more extroverted?”

The question came out in a tumbling exhale. As you took another breath, you held it and chewed on your lip while you waited for a response. Behind you, the mattress shifted and Rex coughed as he began to stutter.

“I’m… uh… you’re going to have to give me more than that, mesh’la.” 

You could hear him running his hand along the back of his head, and your heart panged at the nervous tic. You loved him, truly and deeply.

“It’s just… that waitress at 79’s was really flirty tonight, and I’m not mad. I don’t blame her. Like, look at you. You deserve to be flirted with and doted on and all that PDA. I wish I could do that, but it’s just not me, and you… you deserve more.” You stumbled over the words. They felt heavy and tilted as you tried to form them, but you knew you had to get them out. Rex deserved more, and he should understand that.

“Is that what you think, mesh’la?” Rex’s arms found you as he sank in close behind you once again, wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against him. “That you’re not enough for me?”

“You deserve more.” The floodgates were open, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. “You’re incredible, Rex. You deserve someone who shows you in all the ways, someone who’s brave enough for public displays of affection, and that’s not me. I wish I could, but I’m never going to be the girl that’s sitting on your lap at 79’s or making out with you in a dark corner.”

“Thank the Maker.” Rex snorted into your shoulder. “Far too much risk of running into Fives or Jesse there.” 

“I’m serious, Rex.”

“I am too.”

You sighed. He didn’t get it. 

“Hey,” Rex reached and turned on your bedside light. “Look at me, mesh’la.”

You turned to face the man you loved. He laid his arm out so you could tuck your head in his elbow. The dim light caught his deep brown eyes, and the marbled flecks twinkled as Rex stared at you. His look was serious, but a soft smile settled across his face as he studied your features.

“I… I know what I deserve.” Rex chose his words carefully. “And I know what I want. And I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you. I love our moments. I love that we can check in with each other over a glance and that when you squeeze my hand, you’re saying I love you. I don’t want big displays. I want you. Don’t I deserve what I want?”

“Yes,” You glanced down at the crumpled covers between you. 

It was true. You also loved how your eyes always found his, even in a crowded room. You loved your own special language of unspoken words and connections. The doubt that had gnawed at you from the inside out began to abate. You’d never met anyone more clear-headed than Rex, and no one deserved what they wanted more than Rex. Time and time again, he always made it clear that what he wanted was you.

“Well then,” He placed the knuckle of his index finger under your chin and slowly tilted your head back up towards him. “What’s the problem then?”

“I guess there’s none.” You gently shrugged. 

“That’s what I thought.”

His hand moved from below your chin and unfurled itself as he clasped your cheek. You leaned into his palm, savoring its heat. Gently, he guided your face up to meet his.

Rex’s lips found yours softly at first, meeting your kiss at the same time you were washed over with a grateful feeling for his love. You had found someone who understood you and saw you for all that you were. Someone as incredible as Rex. The kiss deepened as his hands fell to your hips. You met him as that grateful feeling turned into a breathless need.

“You have to know how much I want you.” He rasped as he dug his fingers into your skin.

“I do, Rex.” You pecked his lips one more time before you pulled away. 

With a hand on his shoulder, you gently pushed on Rex’s broad chest until he rolled onto his back. You sat up and swung your leg over to straddle him, grinding against him as you moved. You could feel him start to harden against you. Rex’s eyes flashed as his hands found your hips again, pulling you even tighter as he instinctively searched for friction. You leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Now, let me show you how much I want you.”

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That's so sweet of you to even reply! Um now that you've put me on the spot 😂..honestly I'm a bit clueless 😅. I'm not very imaginative. I just really enjoy reading zowens and so far the few I've read from a couple of you guys have been reallyy good reads!

All I know is that may be something where it's mutual pining and Sami's lost all hope but it's actually not unrequited?? May be a bit of possessive Kevin thrown in? Idk 😭 is what I just said even classified as a prompt??

PS. I know you said you haven't watched wrestling in a while but did you happen to catch the zowens moments at wrestlemania at all! ? 😍😁

Hi!!

So, first of all, great prompt, fits them fantastic, loved it. I just ended up overdoing it by a little, I think, so now it's not really a prompt fill anymore, but a whole fic 😂 really didn't expect that because writing has been Hard lately, so thank you for that!!

Here's the AO3 link, but I'll include the text here too.

PS. I have mainly seen the gifsets of them, but they are!!! so!!!! I love them ♥

There is a brand-new, shining belt in his hands and Sami is aware that this should be the happiest moment in his life. It isn’t. He looks down at the silver plates, the leather strap, heavy and solid and everything he worked for, and he’s happy, of course, but in the back of his mind, he knows that it doesn’t compare to - Well. No matter. Some things you cannot have; Sami has learnt that years and years ago.

Kevin’s face is shining with joy about the match he won and the beers he has had to celebrate it, and Sami’s heart aches at the sight, fierce and wild and beautiful. “The next time”, Kevin mutters into the too-short distance between them, and when Kevin takes another deep swig of his drink, Sami knows that he will have forgotten the words the next morning, “the next time, we’ll tag and we will take all of them out. Jus’ you and me, we’ll fuck them up and send them back crying to their mothers. An’ then we’ll do it again, and again, and again, until we’ll get a shot a’ the titles and then we’ll take ‘em too. An’ we’ll be unstoppable.”

He’s beaming and leaning in and Sami feels himself swaying closer, cannot stop himself. Kevin is magnetic, always has been, and Sami sometimes wonders how long he’ll be able to stop himself from giving in to his pull.

There is a knock on the door of his dressing room, which finally pulls him out of his reverie. Sami takes a moment to compose himself before he answers, wiping silly fantasies from his mind that he has known to be useless for most of his life now like he would wipe tears from his eyes. He’s used to both, after all. “Come in!”

The door swings open, and he shouldn’t, but Sami knows who is behind it before he sees Kevin standing there. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”, Kevin asks instead of a greeting, stepping into the room like he owns it. In some way, Sami guesses, he does. “What makes you think that’s not what I am doing?”, he asks back, getting up, because knowing Kevin, he’ll be pulled into a hug within the next thirty seconds. Knowing himself, he won’t ever be able to turn down a chance to be close to Kevin.

His words draw a laugh from Kevin’s lips that Sami treasures, and just like Sami knew he would, Kevin wraps his arms around him the second Sami has stood up. The edges of his belt presses into his stomach painfully, but that is a small price to pay for the comfort of Kevin’s thick, warm arms around him, the faint tickle of Kevin’s beard against Sami’s neck.

“To start with”, Kevin begins to answer while still pressed against Sami, only slowly pulling back, “because you are in here and not out there, where you should be. Also, because I have known you for more than half my life and this isn’t your celebratory face.”

“Sounds good”, he replies easily, then adds, “only that we’ll have to wait a bit longer with doing that, I’m booked to tag with Quicksilver the next show. But after that…” He doesn’t expect more than a scoff – Kevin isn’t that fond of Quicksilver, but then again, he isn’t fond of a lot of people – but instead, Kevin’s face darkens, his brows furrowing and his eyes suddenly glistening in the dim light of the bar. It’s a look Sami half-recognises from the ring, because the intensity is almost the same, but there is something else mixed into it. Something dark, something dangerous, something alluring.

He’s right, of course he is, but Sami still tries for a few moments to come up with an excuse, before he finally nods. It wouldn’t make a difference, saying anything else, when Kevin knows him so well. “It’s nothing”, he adds, because he can see Kevin starting to worry within half a second. “Just a bit of nostalgia. Reminiscing about the old days, you know the drill.” “How old?”, Kevin asks and, thank God, the smile is back in his voice and his eyes and Sami wants to luxuriate in it, wants to stay here forever. In any moment with Kevin, really.

“Ring of Honor old”, he replies with a wry smile, because it almost feels like a confession; to be here, at the pinnacle of his career, and thinking about being young and dumb and so, so hopeful. Again, it makes Kevin laugh, makes him clasp a hand on the side of Sami’s shoulder; a point of contact that is so warm it would be enough to sustain him through a winter. “That is old.” “I know.” “Anything special? Or just the general beauty of horrible hotels, being sixty percent bruises and having to put me in bed after I drank my weight in shitty lager?”

There is something about old wounds, the way their pain becomes familiar, almost an old friend. Sami’s lips tingle, remembering, his heart aches, dull and yet fierce, but he smiles nonetheless, too used to the pain for it to feel disruptive.

“All of the above, I’d say.”

“Quicksilver?”, Kevin repeats, and even his voice is different, rough and full of something that Sami doesn’t understand, yet desperately wants to. “Yes. You know, silver and blue mask, used to hang around with Scorpio Sky?” “I know who he is”, Kevin replies, but his voice hasn’t changed. Maybe Sami missed a fight between them in the past? “Why are you tagging with him?”

Sami self-consciously pushes a hand through his hair; it’s becoming too long again. “Well, he asked and I didn’t see anything wrong with giving it a shot. He seems like a-” “You shouldn’t tag with anyone but me”, Kevin interrupts him, and suddenly Sami does recognise what is dripping from every word he speaks: hunger. “Fuck Quicksilver. Fuck all of them. They don’t have what we have. They never will.”

“Doesn’t sound very celebratory”, Kevin states, but there is humour in his voice. “How about tomorrow, after I win the United States Championship, we’ll do it properly? I don’t think I’ll be able to give you the customary three dozen bruises until then, but if you really miss it so much, I am sure we can find some terrible highway motel we can crash in. And as long as it’s better beer, I don’t mind drinking too much of it.”

It’s a joke, of course it is, and a sweet half-serious offer to relive a bit of a time Sami misses dearly on occasion, and yet it’s suddenly too much. Because he has a title in his hands, because out there, there are thousands who cheered for him, and yet, it isn’t the happiest moment in his life, not by far.

The familiar ache in his chest breaks open like the earth cracking in half to spew fire, and Sami knows that he cannot keep the pain from his face even before Kevin reacts. But react he does, worry suddenly clouding his gaze, the hand he still has on Sami’s shoulder gripping harder.

“Sami?”, he asks, and his voice is too much, his gaze, his concern, his friendship that has never been all Sami wanted. “Are you alright? Should I get a doctor?”

“I’m okay”, Sami manages to force out, but he doesn’t sound it, not even to himself. “Just. Don’t say that, Kevin. Not with the… the shitty hotels and the drinking.” It takes a moment to get a reaction, which Sami understands; he isn’t making sense, after all. But then, all of a sudden, Kevin’s expression crumples, his shoulders drop like a burden, half-forgotten, has been forced upon them once more.

“I’m sorry”, he mutters, fingers tightening reflexively around Sami’s shoulder before they fall away. “I never… the last time, when I got so drunk you had to take me to my room, you never told me what happened, even if I have an inkling… I don’t think I ever had the guts to say it, but I’m sorry. For whatever it is I did.”

“Kevin”, he breathes out, unsure, because surely this cannot be happening. Sami has been aware of his own feelings for years, but there is no way they could be requited. And yet, there is a glint in Kevin’s eyes that looks like yearning; and yet, Sami’s heart picks up its pace, spelling out in morse code: pleasepleasepleaseplease.

A moment of silence stretches between them, thick and viscous, then Kevin knocks back the rest of his beer, before crushing the can and dropping it on the floor. “Fuck it”, he mutters, and Sami wants to ask what he means, but before he can get the words out, Kevin reaches out, one hand on Sami’s hip, one on the side of his neck, and pulls him in. He tastes of gas station beer and stale chips and almost ten years of quiet, desperate, hopeless longing, and even before he manages to kiss back, Sami knows that this is the happiest he ever will be.

“What?”

Kevin isn’t looking at him anymore, but there is so much pain written in clear, horrible letters across his face that it washes away the ache in Sami’s chest; how could it matter, when Kevin is hurting right in front of him?

A wry laugh escapes Kevin’s lips, which might be the worst sound Sami has ever heard, but then he speaks, still not looking at Sami, and makes it worse. “I’m sure you remember it as well as I do, that one night when we were still in ROH. Before you started tagging with Quicksilver. When Chuck, I think, got all that horrible beer from the gas station around the corner and I just didn’t know when to stop. I never had the guts to ask what happened either, but you were so different afterwards, didn’t want to be touched, to be alone with me… and the scribbling on my arm… tell me if I’m wrong, but after some time I figured that I probably, you know. Kissed you. Which I shouldn’t have, of course. Against your will. So, don’t worry, I won’t do that again. Ever.”

“Did you sleep well?”, Sami asks the next morning when Kevin opens the door of his hotel room, looking dishevelled and hungover and utterly beautiful. For once, they had splurged on two hotel rooms instead of sharing one, and while Sami wishes he could have woken up next to Kevin, maybe even wrapped up in his arms, this, too, is wonderful.

He hands Kevin one of the coffees he picked up at a nearby café, idly wondering if this could become his thing now, treating his… his Kevin to coffee in the morning. After all, he usually is up far earlier than the other.

“Ugh”, Kevin replies, taking a gulp of coffee before even trying to form words, and it might be the most enchanting sound Sami has ever heard. “Think so. Can’t remember much. About sleeping or last night. Did you get into a fight, by the way?”

“What? No, no fights”, Sami replies distractedly, wondering if that means Kevin doesn’t remember their kiss, wondering if that means they will get to have two first kisses. Almost smiles at how much he will get to tease Kevin about it if he really has forgotten. All but plans to start the story of how they got together with this from now on: you know, I was in love with Kevin for almost a decade and he kisses me and then immediately forgets about it! Can you believe that?

“You sure?”, Kevin asks again between sips of coffee. “I know my handwriting is awful and drunk it’s even worse, and the letters are really smudged, but I wrote Don’t fuck with Sami on my arm last night.”

It takes a moment to sink in through the layers of happiness and imagined mornings and afternoons and evenings together, but eventually, Sami learns what it feels like to have the world end while not making a sound.

Sami recognises the pain on Kevin’s face; it’s the twin of his own, the one that has been with him for so long that it has found its permanent home at the bottom of his heart, with him in every moment he spends with Kevin, every one they are apart. It’s old and it’s weary and it’s familiar, and Sami should hate it, but.

But if his heart houses the other half of it, then that has to mean something.

And then Kevin says kissed, and for a moment, Sami thinks that he remembers, before realising that, no, he doesn’t, and somehow that is worse.

“You did”, he answers, and finally, Kevin looks at him again. His eyes are wide and terrified and still beautiful, and Sami hasn’t allowed himself to think it for a decade at least, but he loves him so much it is tearing him apart. “You kissed me that night. And then you didn’t remember it the next day, only had that writing on your arm and I thought you were trying to warn yourself not to do it again. But. Kevin. I kissed back.”

Kevin stumbles into his room, his lips still tingling with the last kiss Sami pressed onto them before closing the door behind him. Smiling so brightly Kevin thought he would burn up just looking at him, so happily that Kevin wanted to burn. Sami. The name alone is enough to make something within Kevin break open and pour out six or seven or eight years of pure love into the space between his ribs. He can’t explain why he had the courage to kiss Sami tonight, when he had sworn to himself he never would again and again and again, but now, knowing how Sami’s lips feel against his, how his hair feels between his fingers, his body pressed against Kevin’s, he thanks every divine entity he might believe in or not that he did.

Sami.

The alcohol is making his movements sluggish and sloppy, but Kevin manages to find a pen at the bottom of his backpack anyway, stored away for – maybe, hopefully – signing autographs after the show. He didn’t, but not even that matters anymore, because he needs it now for something much more important.

Don’t forget kiss with Sami, he writes on his arm, letters sloping and curling into each other, a smudge across half of it.

Not that he thinks there is much risk of doing so. After all, hadn’t Sami kissing him back been the happiest moment of his life?

There is no answer for several seconds, Kevin just staring at him like he has changed his life and hung the stars and the moon and the sun itself, and Sami is stuck in place until he isn’t anymore. Because the first time, years and years ago, Kevin had been brave enough to take the first step, and afterwards, Sami hadn’t dared to do the same. But maybe now is the time to return the favour.

Trembling, he picks up Kevin’s hands, which are warm and familiar, have caused as much hurt as they have healed, and puts them on his own body: one on his hip, the other on the side of his neck. And he steps closer, until he’s so close he can read the hopeful disbelief in Kevin’s eyes, can feel that the other’s breath has stopped.

“It was just like this”, Sami explains, and Kevin’s gaze drops to his lips, shoots up again as if he has to make sure that Sami wants this. “You didn’t want me to tag with Quicksilver. Or anyone else. You said that they could never have what we have, and you were right, and then you pulled me in and-”

Kevin kisses him.

He tastes like chewing gum and Red Bull and love, and Sami drinks him in until it feels like he is drowning, and even before he manages to kiss back, Sami knows that this, now truly, is the happiest he ever will be

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

To Swear on the River Styx

First fic ever in this fandom, and it's a crackfic.

Taglist: @amazon-me-bitches @yourchemicallyimbalancedromance

Pairing: none, gen

Trigger/Content Warning: major spoilers, uncensored cussing, alcohol, drinking, sexual humour, crude humour, threats of violence, cringe

Description: Hades managed to break Homer's entire reality in half. Turns out a fellow college student tears Hades' reality in half, as well.

And Hermes really needs to stop flirting with everyone before Hades sends him to the Afterlife himself.

Extra: I wrote this in one day. I apologize in advance for any and all errors. It's unedited. Also, Lesches Dichter is my own original character. I claim all rights to them as I created them specifically.

[Masterlist] | ao3 link

[Read under the cut]

If you haven't had your mind broken at least once in college, then you haven't been to college long enough. 

One week. All it took was just one week, and Homer had his Existential Crisis for the term. Thanks to rooming with a literal deity- how the fuck did that happen- and said deity had little-to-no regard for mortals' minds. Hades; Lord of the Underworld, Greek God, one of the Big Three. 

One of the laziest, emo-tastic people Homer ever met. 

Speaking of Hades, he landed himself in a unique situation. He's stuck in a mortal body, in community college, and has to deal with godforsaken family. He's only seen one of them so far, and one is far more than enough. On top of that, he makes a wager- more like a deal, but whatever- with his mortal roommate. It's almost comical how it came to be. Homer wanting to be granted Elysium, a place for legendary heroes and mortals who managed to do cool shit. 'If I can show you one cool thing about mortals,' Hades remembers him saying, rolling his eyes at the memory. 'Then you will grant me passage to Elysium.' 

At such an absurd wager, Hades had even offered to escort the mortal there himself. If he wins, that is. He has high doubts that Homer could manage such a feat. Such a doughy mortal, the motherfucker. He'd hardly be able to handle a crocodile! Or even a boar! Do you know how easy those things are to defeat? Yeah, no way in all of the Underworld is Homer going to win this wager.  

Especially not with Hades' family running about the campus. 

Speaking of the Olympians-

Someone wrestles around with a group of frat boys, their laugh echoing from deep within their chest as they come out on top. Again. They're blonde, blue-eyed, and have a muscular build. They're generally tall with waves of hair tied back into a ponytail. Fitted in a tank top and ripped jeans, other frat boys are cheering them- him, if the cheers are right- on from around the field where they all fuck around. There's a plastic lawn table with red solo cups, most of which are either empty trash or filled with some sort of alcohol. A few of the guys not getting their asses handed to them are sipping away at their red cups. The mystery dude practically slams someone to the ground, and a loud set of cheers echo in response. 

Blonde, reckless, and worshipped by an entire fraternity? 

Oh fucking- that's Zeus, isn't it? 

Hades watches for moment longer, have been walking around campus to make sense of his dumb mortal classes and where they are, before he starts speed-walking as far away as he possibly can. In no way in the Afterlife does he want to get seen by his arrogant brother. That utter godly buffoon has enough shitass ego to last him an eternity. And Hades rather not deal with it, unless he absolutely has to in a can't-escape-this-mortal-badhell way. 

Isn't Hermes enough? Do I really need my entire fucking family to be here? 

Apparently, he does. As soon as he thinks he's far enough away from his accursed brother, he hears the unfortunate reality call after him. 

"Oh, my dear brother! Is that you, you introverted downer?" Zeus yells out, having noticed the grim aura from his fellow god. 

Out of reflex, Hades heads toward the nearest shadow and whooshes into invisibility to get away from him. He shadow-walks all the way back to his dorm, not caring if he doesn't find his classes for tomorrow. Mortal subjects are useless, anyway. Who needs math? 

Anything to get away from his brother. 

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As soon as Hades pops back into the dorm, he scares the living shit out of his studying roommate. 

Homer jumps from his seat on his bed, almost knocking his highlighters onto the floor. He has a few notebooks out, pens and writing utensils, and a printed version of his class schedule all laid out in front of him. He seems to be preparing for the upcoming class week. 

"Right, that's something you do. I need to get used to that," he mutters to himself, though not unheard by Hades. 

Homer returns to colour-coding his different Gen-Eds as the resident Greek God simply ignores him and heads out to the joint living room. He watches Hades leave for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the silent departure. He dismisses it, taking it as Hades... well, being Hades. 

Mr. Emo-With-A-God-Complex sits and lounges around on the couch, trying to calm down from almost having to interact with his stupid family. In all honesty, he rather Hermes over Zeus. Don't tell them that. Zeus will go excuse-me-I-am-ZEUS-almighty-god-of-the-gods, and Hermes will take it as Hades actually liking him. Which he doesn't. Cause they're both absolutely aggravating on a good day. And most days aren't good, especially not with those two.

A knock on the door interrupts Hades' much-needed lazy time, and he groans audibly. He waits for Homer to answer it- he's a Greek God, why should he answer the door like a mortal commoner- but after a few seconds of nothing, no one answers. He gets up and heads to their shared room, very much annoyed, only to find Homer with some fancy contraption over his ears as he lightly bops his head to whatever sound it could be making. In reality, he's just wearing wireless earbuds. He's still sorting out his notebooks for specific classes. Hades rolls his eyes, walking off to the door. He answers it after the person knocks again, and he swings it open. He's about to curse whatever mortal dare interrupt him, stopping himself when he sees both Hermes and a random mortal student at the door. The mortal raises a judgmental eyebrow once they see Hades, but they stay silent as Hermes gasps. 

"Hades! You, answering the door? That's new," Hermes exclaims as if it's Greece's newest gossip. 

"What are you doing here, Hermes?" Hades is already considering whether or not to slam the door on him. 

"Oh, well, I thought I'd visit my favourite introvert. Plus, my roommate needed to find their cousin, or something." 

Upon hearing Hermes' voice, considering he's a god, Homer appears to the side of Hades. His earbuds are nowhere to be seen, but he does carry a notebook under his arm. A red pen is slotted behind his ear. Hermes' roommate looks to Homer, recognizing him immediately, and nods a hello. Homer sees the fellow mortal, apparently his cousin, and his face lights up. 

"Lessie! What are you doing here? Come in, come in," Homer says excitedly. 

His cousin makes a pointed nod at Hades. A silent question: what about him?

"Ignore him. He's a jackass at best," Homer answers, wearing a deadpan look. 

Hades sharply turns to Homer, "Excuse me, I am a god, you foolish mortal man-"

"See?" 

Hades' indignant sounds get ignored as Homer and his cousin wander off to the living space. Hermes snickers at his fellow Olympian as the two mortals start catching up. Hades turns back to Hermes with a glare.

Over on the couch, Homer sits next to his younger cousin. They wear a gemstone pendant, a blue lace agate on dark string. It's wrapped in a silver holder with a golden caduceus etched into the pretty stone. They wear a dark leather, spiked jacket with a dark blue shirt underneath. Their jeans are black and ripped, a chain hooked on one beltloop to another. A thin bracelet, made of beige and white thread, sits on their wrist. A bead with the capital letter 'H' is in the center of the bracelet. Rose gold-rimmed, circular glasses sit neatly on their nose. 

Homer notices the bracelet, and a thrilled gasp slips from him.

"Oh, you kept the friendship bracelet I made?" he says.

His cousin snorts at him.

"No, I threw it away. This is a copied clone of the weird-ass, coloured possession you made me. Totally not from when I was seven, and you insisted on making me a piece of jewelry," they speak in thick sarcasm. 

"Oh, ha ha, Lesches. It's nice to see you!"

"Nice to see you too, Homer."

"So, why are you here at Matthessy? I thought you were heading to Italy to study psychology."

"Ah, that... it kinda fell through last minute, so I had to look for somewhere else. Luckily, I just need to focus on my general education before my major classes need to be done."

"Aw, and you were looking forward to Italy. Well, that means we can hang out again!"

"Just glad I know someone here."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"So, why community college? Mom won't tell me shit nowadays."

"Aunt Karla still so private, huh?"

"Be glad you aren't her child."

"Heh, yeah... anyways, you know how I got that Chemical Engineering degree? But it went nowhere?"

"Yeah?" 

"Well, I decided to come back to college to make something of myself! But-"

"-you had an existential crisis involving the harsh reality of Greek Gods and the Afterlife being real?"

"...how-"

"-did I know? 'Mer, I'm a psychology major. I kinda figured once I saw your roommate is the literal God of the Underworld. Rooming with Hades ain't gonna be without a few crises here and there." 

"I forgot how perceptive you were."

"Eh, works well in my targeted career."

"True."

As the mortal cousins continue to chat away, Hermes and Hades are bickering at the doorway. Or more like Hades is bickering, and Hermes is enjoying messing with his introverted ass. Hermes keeps sneaking glances at Homer, being a flirty fuck, and Hades is two seconds from throwing him out a window. 

"Stop eye-fucking my roommate for two fucking seconds, I swear to Olympus-"

"Aw, you're no fun. It's funny how confused he gets when he catches my eye! Besides, I thought you didn't care about mortals? Had a change of heart so soon?" 

"No, you're just fucking annoying."

"Ugh-"

"Really, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, that reminds me! A letter from-"

"Oh, great Me, please not another cursed letter-"

"No, not that kind of letter. I checked."

Hades raises a doubtful eyebrow at Hermes as he pulls out a deep red envelop, sealed with a wax-pressed butterfly weed. The wax is a shade lighter than the flower, but not by much. Hades takes it and turns it over. The other side has nothing but his name written in golden, cursive font. Nothing is signed. There're no clues to who could've sent it. Just like when he blacked out...

"You're sure it's not another letter to knock me out? Nothing of Zeus' shit he likes to pull?"

"Nothing from Zeus. It just showed up on the front of my door, addressed to you, and a little note saying the contents were meant for your eyes only. I tried opening it-"

"You're a bastard."

"-but it seems to be... magically sealed. Some sort of blood seal, if Hecate still knows her stuff." 

"Oh no, she's here too-"

"I literally said we're all here."

"Are you sure she's not the one who sent it?"

"I asked. She said no."

"That tells me nothing. She could be fucking lying-"

"Plus, she has no reason to fuck with you. In any sort of way." 

Hades gives Hermes a tired glare. Hermes smirks. Hades rolls his eyes, moving on.

"Are all the others cursed with a mortal roommate, or...?"

"Oh, it's everyone! Mine hates me for some reason."

"I wonder why."

"They keep threatening to hurt me. Such a jerk. And they're so freaky. Made me question some things I rather stay in denial about..."

Hades highly doubts that a mere mortal could traumatize a literal god, but it's also Hermes. 

"Is yours also oddly named after a poet from our time, or is it just me?"

"Yeah, no kidding. Mine's name is Lesches Dichter."

"Yeah, Homer is no different."

"Weirdos."

"Fucking mortals and their fucking stupid names."

Or it's just because Lesches and Homer are related, but hey, the gods are stupid. 

Back with the mortals, Lesches stands as they read the time on the dorm room clock. Homer stands with them, offering a hug goodbye. They two embrace briefly, happy to hang out again after all those years. Blame Aunt Karla. 

"Alright, I should go before Hermes decides to flirt with some poor innocent again."

"Okay, about that. Is it just me, or does he... is he just really flirty?"

"Oh, he does that with everyone. Mostly with guys, as far as I know, but you're not the only one."

"Did he ever try flirting with you?"

"Right up until I threatened to cut his baby dick off, yeah."

"Oh god, you didn't-"

"He wouldn't shut up! I had to say something. Plus, I got a cool appeasement gift from it," Lesches says as they gesture to their pendant. 

"Woah, that's neat. Is that... his symbol?"

"And his 'signature gemstone' or whatever. He gave me it in exchange to try to not traumatize him again."

Homer pauses. 

"Wha- what did you do?"

"Just on my nihilist high. Nothing too extreme."

"That could mean anything coming from you."

"Well-"

"Lesches."

"Okay, okay. I might've, ya know, told him the reality of having a mortal body and how easily he could die and be forgotten and fade away-"

"Oh my god, Lessie!"

"What?"

"You can't just... why? Why would you do that?"

"It's funny."

"To what? Traumatize a god?"

"Yes, and I won't pretend it's not."

"Don't quote memes to me right now. You could get killed, Lessie! The gods aren't kind people."

"Eh, they're not that bad as long you traumatize them before they traumatize you."

Homer sighs.

"Besides, Hermes isn't the only god I've met."

"Oh, good god-"

"Persephone is close by my dorm, and she's pretty neat. Didn't even need to traumatize her." 

Hades, of course, perks up at the mention of his wife. Or whatever is going on between them right now. Hermes rolls his eyes at the Olympian. He leans against the doorframe as Hades walks over to the mortals on the couch, feigning indifference and crossing his arms. His face clearly shows anything but, though. 

"You've talked to Persephone? A mere mortal, really?"

"Funny, she didn't mention you, Hades. Maybe don't be an ass?" 

Homer just sits there, frozen in his seat as Lesches sasses a Greek God as if Hades were scum. They hear a quiet "ooooh" from the doorway, probably from Hermes. 

Hades scoffs, "I am a Greek God, an Olympian-"

"And I don't care, Mr. Nihilist-With-Boomer-Humour. Go sulk about your whatever-the-fuck where someone actually wants you. Maybe learn to treat mortals better, and then your beloved won't ghost you anymore." 

Hades is stunned to silence by this mortal's utter insolence. 

"Anyway, I should be going. Hecate said something about needing some ingredients for a spell, and I rather be on her good side. See ya later, 'Mer. Let me know if ya need me to kick some jerk's ass."

Homer nods a goodbye as Lesches heads for the door, equally stunned by his cousin's actions. To be fair, this is pretty on-brand for them to do, but still. Hades is already a prick enough. He doesn't need anything else to aggravate him. 

Unfortunately, Hades is still very offended as he turns and nearly stomps over to Lesches in a rageful fit. 

"You should be tossed into Tartarus for your disrespect! I am a god and should be treated as such."

Lesches turns to Hades right before they walk through the door. Both Homer and Hermes respectively watch as the angry tension thickens in the air. 

"You're right," Lesches says with a smirk, bowing as if to mock the god before them. "I apologize. Perhaps I shall make it up to you by sharing valuable information you'll need to get being mortal over with."

Hades stops for a moment, not expecting the apology. He doesn't realize the pure sarcasm that drips from Lesches' tongue like sweet poison, and he hums in honest consideration. 

"Since you seem so eager, go on and share," Hades says. 

Lesches' eye sparkle with mischief that Homer recognizes. 

"Oh no-" he mutters under his breath.

"Oh, I know that look. I'm out, nuh uh. Not again," Hermes says before bolting off. 

Hades ignores the God of Swiftness as he stares at Lesches expectantly. Homer hides his face in his hands in preparation, scared for what his cousin is about to pull. 

"I've told this to Hermes, but I believe you'll benefit from it too. You have been trapped in a mortal body because someone, whoever it is, willed it to be. Once in this mortal body, mortal rules apply. Sure, you have some of your powers, but you're now a mortal like the rest of us. This means you can die like a mortal. No one cares about your life, Hades. We all go to the same place afterwards, so what's the point? What's the purpose? What's the use in anything when nothing we do matters in the end? You live like a mortal; you die like a mortal. You'll be forgotten like a mortal. You'll fade away, powerless and ignored, never to be praised or worshipped again. Remember Helios? No, no one knows him. He used to control the Sun, and now that's Apollo's job. Who will rule over the Underworld when you've faded away? My bet is on Persephone. She's kinder, more organized, better than you by a landslide. I wonder what us mortals will think then? Oh, great Persephone, great Goddess of the Underworld. Hades, who's that? Who's he? Sounds weird, sounds lost and forgotten. Let's focus back to everyone else, the real Gods of Olympus. How would you cope, knowing you were nothing but a lost ideal?" 

Hades, in every right, stands there frozen. He blinks and blinks, and blinks, unable to respond to that. How does one respond to that, anyway? When someone force-feeds you the harsh truth of your mortal reality? When reality comes slamming down upon you like a sledgehammer? What do you do then? What can you do? You just stand there, processing something indecipherably cruel to your mind, breaking in half again and again. There's nothing you can do, not really. Nothing, nothing at all. 

Homer exhales sharply from his seat on the couch, watching free-from-hands as everything goes down. One hand is over his mouth as he glances between the broken-down look on Hades and Lesches. He slowly stands up and walks over to the two of them, rubbing his face as he steps by Hades and next to his cousin. He leans by their ear, taking in his roommate's state. 

"I think you broke him," he whispers. 

"Maybe just a little," Lesches whispers back.

"What do we do?"

"Just leave him, I guess. That's what I did to Hermes."

"You gotta stop traumatizing Greek Gods."

"Ha, no."

"Les, he's frozen."

"'Mer, he's fine."

"Les."

"He'll be fine later. Just walk around him until he moves, or something."

"Okay," Homer says as he sighs.

Lesches puts a calm hand on their cousin's shoulder, giving a warm smile. 

"I'll see you later, 'Mer. Good luck with your Greek-Wannabe, yeah?"

"Yeah, you too. Coffee shop this weekend?"

"Sounds like a plan. Bye, cousin."

"Bye, Lessie."

The cousins give one last hug before Lesches leaves. Homer steps around Hades as he heads back to their shared room, wanting to go back to class preparation.

As Lesches walks back to their own dorm, they pass by Hermes trying to flirt with an unsuspecting student. They roll their eyes as they grab him by the shirt, dragging him away as he says some sort of goodbye to his latest target.

"Ya done traumatizing one of the Big Three?" Hermes makes small talk as Lesches lets go of his shirt.

They walk side by side.

"For now. Poor sap froze mid-lecture."

"Worse than me?"

"No."

"It's Hades, he's worse than everyone."

"Worse than Zeus, Lord of Dicking?"

"...no, but why do you have to call him that?"

"It's funny."

"Well, if you like funny, then why don't we-"

"I will cut your baby dick off with a pair of rusty, dulled scissors."

"Okay, then."

Hermes stays silent after that as they walk back to their dorm. 

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The day ends with Hades having an existential crisis, Homer preparing for his classes, and with Hermes and Lesches walking in peace back to their dorm. Plenty of things go unanswered, however. Who sent that letter with the butterfly weed? Why is it addressed to Hades, and only for his eyes? What spell does Hecate need a mortal's help for? Why won't Persephone talk to Hades? What's with the Greek Gods being everywhere?

And most importantly: how the fuck is Homer going to win the wager with his reckless cousin running about at Matthessy?

[ejzah]

I was wondering if you ever wrote an one shot about kensi and deeks' first time in Recovery?? I still haven't find the perfect fic about that night and I came across one of your drabbles about what happened that night and now I kind of NEED to read the whole thing, or I might literally go crazy

A/N: Thanks so much! I’m glad you’re enjoying the stories. There’s a LOT there, so I honestly forget some of them. I also crosspost all my stories (aside from dialogue drabbles) to my ff account with a 2-3 month delay of you’re looking for a slightly more organized approach to anything older.

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If We Should Only Have this Night

They giggle as they walk through the door. From nerves, anticipation, the realization that they’re finally taking this step after nearly five years. As soon as they’re through, Kensi pushes Deeks against the closed door, grasping the back of his neck, fingers curling into his hair. When her lips press to his, he sighs.

It’s just like he remembered and dreamed about since the first time Kensi kissed him.

“I’ve been waiting for this so long,” Kensi says, echoing his thoughts. The her lips are on his again, and she makes an encouraging sound when Deeks teases her lips open with his tongue.

He’s kept his hands on her waist up til now, but can’t stop himself from smoothing up her back and sides, marveling at the fact that he’s allowed to touch her now. Kensi shivers, her fingers tightening in his hair. It hurts just a tiny bit; not enough for Deeks to care.

She pulls back with a gasp, eyes gleaming in the dark (they’d completely forgotten to turn on any lights). One of her hands trails down his neck, landing high on his chest where his collar parts. Even though it’s a fairly innocent touch, it send a fiery flush through his whole body, and he has to close his eyes against the onslaught of feeling.

It’s not just that he wants Kensi. Because he does, more than anything. It’s so much more than lust though. He loves Kensi Blye beyond all reason.

Kensi’s traveling hands bring him back to reality and he raises an eyebrow at her.

“Now that’s definitely HR reportable,” he quips, thoughts it’s bookended by a breathy laugh when Kensi palms him through his pants.

“Shut up,” she laughs, not able to keep the fondness out of her eyes. Tilting her head, she kisses him lightly, in direct contrast to the desperate, passionate kisses of moments ago. Then she takes his hand and deliberately leads him to his bedroom.

Deeks pauses to toe off his shoes on the way, which is apparently too long for Kensi, who makes an impatient sound. She crawls back onto the bed, stopping when she’s sitting in the middle and tugs at his hand until he follows.

Kensi drags him down with her, and the feeling of their bodies against one another, even fully clothed is exquisite. For just a second, he rests his forehead to hers, and then Kensi tips his chin down for another kiss. She curls her leg over his hip, drawing him even closer.

Groaning into her mouth, he slides his hands up her loose blouse, hands skimming her amazingly soft skin until he reaches the edge of her bra.

“Wait.” Kensi shoves at his chest, not with even half the force she’s capable of, and Deeks shifts so he’s hovering over her instead of pressing her into the bed.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispers, alarmed at the tears suddenly threatening to spill onto her cheeks.

“No—I” she inhales deeply and that seems to settle her somewhat. Shaking her head, she reaches up and brushes her thumb along his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know, if we do this, it changes everything,” she answers, so matter of factly it sends a chill through him.

“So what do you want to do?” he asks. The thought of stopping and pretending nothing happened kills him.

“I don’t want to have to choose,” she responds slightly louder and her frustration with the situation obvious. It gives him hope. They can still have everything, be partner, friends…more.

“Don’t. Then don’t choose. We don’t choose.”

“You know that’s not how that works.” Despite her words, she curls a hand in his shirt, her fingers grazing his chest. “What do you thinks going to happen?” she asks, and he knows she wants him to tell her that it’s all going to be alright.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. He thinks they can have everything, make this work, but he truly doesn’t know for sure. “I don’t care.”

Her face crumples. “What are you doing to me, Deeks,” Kensi whispers, the sound almost a sob. Then she presses her hand to the center of his chest, reaching up to kiss him again.

“Falling in love with you,” Deeks murmurs against her lips, and they move against each other in sudden desperation. Kensi cups her hands round his neck, the other reaching for the hem of his shirt. She tugs it off, then her own, mouth going right back to his.

When she needs to breathe, he turns to mapping the length of her neck and jaw. She shudders against him, hands stalling in an attempt to unbutton his jeans.

Despite many detours, they eventually scatter the rest of their clothes across the bed and floor. Deeks spends a minute just taking Kensi in, running his hands down her arms, up her legs, over her stomach.

In the dim light her skin is flushed a dull pink and she shudders when he presses a kiss just below her hip bone. He spends the next several minutes kissing every inch of her body.

Kensi arches into him, her eyes closed, head tossed back as she clings to his shoulders, and trembles beneath him, and Deeks thinks that she’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. She falls back to the bed with a gasp, her skin damp with sweat.

After several moments of breathing unevenly, Kensi opens her eyes, looking absolutely wrecked. He grins down at her.

“Well?” he asks, like he’s expecting a full review. Kensi smack playfully at his chest, and catches her hand before she makes contact, lifting it to his lips.

“Get up here,” she croaks, pulling him back into her arms. Her legs hook around his hips to hold him in place as she shifts against him.

He wants this to last forever. One night just isn’t enough.

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A/N: Hope this is what you were thinking of. Ended up watching that deleted scene many a time, poor me.

Thanks for the prompt!

[hide-in-imagination]

Hi. Last year I started a completely new school where I didn't know anyone and I haven't made any friends until now. They are all completely different from me and I don't feel comfortable with them at all, in general they don't treat me very well either. That's why I would like to thank you very much. I know that what I'm about to write will sound very strange and parasocial, but thanks to you I somehow managed to survive. Right at the beginning of the school year, I discovered your stories and they were the only thing I did during school breaks. Reading them made my life at school much better. As I said, I know it sounds quite strange and that it's probably not even good for me, but when I read your stories, I stop noticing the surroundings around me, and I always get involved in the story enough to be able to ignore what others say about me. I don't want to be so dramatic as to say that you may have saved my life, but you definitely saved me a lot of tears that would have been many more without you and your stories. I want to say that I am very happy to have discovered your works and I want to tell you that you are amazing and you are great at what you do. I also want to thank you for the fact that, albeit unknowingly, you helped me a lot and will probably help a lot in the near future. Thank you. ❤️ I hope you are doing well <3

Oh my god. You have no idea the emotions that coursed through me while reading this. It's- I think it's the most captivating message I've ever received.

Anon, I was in your position so many times growing up. And it wasn't even that I changed schools or I was facing new environments-- It was just that people changed, and I stayed the same, and that led me to losing friends, and I was unable to make new ones because I was very shy back then and I couldn't talk to people if they didn't talk to me first.

That's why you have no idea how much I relate to you and how much I admire you, because, as I said, I never even changed schools! I can not imagine having to start anew in a completely different place like you're doing right now. I'm sending you a lot of virtual hugs.

I know it may sound cliché, but please believe me when I say: It will get better. Maybe you don't fit in with these people specifically, but there will be people in your life who will love you and accept you with all of your little quirks and because of them. It happened to me. It happened to friends of mine who went through the same thing. It will happen to you too.

Our school years are a very complicated time in our lives. Most people are constantly changing to fit in, trying to keep up with trends, trying to look 'cool', because they want to be accepted, we're very social beings, there's nothing inherently wrong with that. But if you're different, if you already know who you are and you're not interested in changing that to fit in, these people will reject you, because in doing so, they feel like they're reinforcing how right they are about their choices, and in those complicated, anxiety-inducing times, they need that feeling.

So, they're not necessarily villains, but they're not the main characters in your story. Look around you, look at the dynamics between groups, and think if there is any group of people who might not mind if you're a little different, because they might be a little different themselves. You don't necessarily need to have much in common with them, they just need to be the accepting kind of people.

You might even find that people who you thought you wouldn't be able to fit in with are actually very cool. That's what happened to me. For years, I looked at that small group in high school and thought I couldn't fit in with them because they were too chill and I was too loud. But guess what? My weird wildness made them laugh, in a good way, and I loved making them laugh, and we formed a very good friendship. For once, I didn't feel like the 'backup' friend, the one that was only there because they'd feel bad asking me to leave. This group of friends added me to group projects when I happened to be absent from school the day the assignment was given. And that, was everything.

So, it's a new school and you don't know anyone, so it might be hard to find your place, but it might not be impossible. Like I said, the most unlikely people might become your allies, or maybe time will do its thing and it will all flow and you will naturally click with someone.

Even if you don't, even if it feels like the end of the world, trust me, it's not. What happens if you don't find anyone you have anything in common with in school? Well, you finish school, and you move on to University or work, and I assure you, you will find people like you there. The world is a vaaaast place, but when you're in school, the school feels like the world. It's not. Someday in the future, you might look back to now and think "God, they were all a bunch of stupid assholes; thank god I never hung out with them." 😂 It's all about perspective, and it's all about time, and growth, but right now, you're in the middle of it, and I know how hard that can be.

So, I'm very happy that I can help you get through it with my little stories, even if just a little bit. Guess what? Reading stories to escape reality is exactly what I do too! I've done it all my life, I did it when I was alone, I do it now that I have friends, I'll probably do it forever. I don't think it's a bad thing when there are bad things going on around us that we have no control over. Like you said, we need something to survive. So, stick to whatever hobby it is that brings you joy-- Reading, drawing, watching TV Shows. The beauty of doping with art is that, unlike drugs, it's not detrimental to your health but actually so enriching. That's not to say that my stories are the highest form of literature, absolutely not skjdf, but hey, they're a good source of entertainment, and sometimes, that's all we need.

I'm genuinely so grateful to you for sharing your story with me. Sometimes I wonder why I even do what I do. But now I have an answer: I do it for you. For all the little yous around the world who need a little entertainment.

You'll be fine, anon, trust me. I believe in you.

In the meantime, you've got a pen pal here if you ever want to vent.

Love you <3

[latina4rmbx]

I Can Buy Myself Flowers...

Sometimes I need to figure my shit out. Sometimes I take so long to figure my shit out that it loses it's luster. I've been pondering this post for a bit and it's learned me a few things:

I need to charge my laptop. As I lay in bed, stroke of insight comes to me, but if I pick up my phone, I'm going straight to social media and there goes my insight. At least with my laptop I don't have social media embedded in any of the apps, I think, and I can get what I need to get off my chest.

I sometimes over/underestimate myself and it's to my own detriment

I was in an extreme emotional state yesterday with no real outlet. I had no reason to cry but I felt that ache or that hollow in my chest. I even asked a friend for a sad movie suggestion so I can get it out. I still haven't seen the movie

I know I've said this before, and I guess I will repeat it until I understand, you really don't realize the impact you make/have made on a persons life sometimes. If you're lucky, people will give you your flowers while you're still here

This is a great segue into the whole reason we're here...

Yesterday I posted a Meme that reads: Her: I ordered us new phone cases. The fucking phone cases (if I can add the pic here I will) then I wrote: Me as a GF. Let me just try to post this thing because 1. it was the catalyst and 2. I think it truly sums me up as a GF and 3. It's cute AF. Take in the entire post lol

An ex-boyfriend reaches out to me to make a joke about the phone cases.

His joke: "This was us but I had more ass than you."

In case you were wondering what my response was...this is the lead up to the crux of this AM post. From here on out I'm going to refer to him as Guy. Another person comes into play and I'll call them Man.

Me: But that's a real message I sent to a real man who probably has more ass than I do too 😂 I haven't checked it out enough. We haven't done sexy time yet 😃

Guy: Whaaaaaat (I didn't count the A's but there were quite a few)

Me: Stop it

Guy: This is real?! Not a drill ?!?

A little more chatting about Man

Guy: Ok well he gets you. That's important

Here is where the mood changes. Up to this point we were laughing, well Guy was laughing at my antics (because I be antic-ing)

Me: Well we don't see each other much cuz life be lifin' the shit out of us but it's good lol. Thanks for inquiring about the drills.

Side Note: He speaks to me in voice note after a bit so I'll have to transcribe. I'll do it verbatim but I KNOW I will cry.

Guy: Good speaking to you again. Instead of us, just sending funny videos to each other... Though I like that too.

Me: Thank you for being everything.

Me: I'm really lucky I met you Guy. I hope you know that. Good or bad you always have a special place in my heart

Guy: Can I say: Ditto. One day I'll be able to put into words what our time together has meant and always meant to me

Me: It's not necessary. I appreciate it anyway

Guy: Well I think people need to get their flowers!!!!

See the correlation to the title now?

Me: I do too & life is shorter than we realize.

Here's where his voice notes start. There are only 2 but each is about a min long so it may take some time (& Coffee) to transcribe. I did not respond to him in VN form. As a matter of fact the conversation between him and I's portion will end with my first response, then I'll move on to something else. It'll make sense

VN1: No, I I I mean that in all truthfulness. Uhm, people deserve their flowers cause you never know when somebody's gonna go or somebody saying I'm never going to talk to you ever again. So, No I wanted to always tell you thank you because I wasn't always uhm I dunno. I guess life gives you perspective once you get some distance and time. I'm not trying to speak deep or like philosophical. It's just one of those things where you know. I remember being young. I remember, you know, being infatuated with you and not knowing how to handle that and also not knowing how to handle when I had unfinished business or you know uhm. There were so many things I was learning on the fly. It's like flying a plane and fixing the wing while you're flying it. I should've just landed the plane and learned my lesson.

VN2: But even when I was flying the plane, so to speak, or hanging out with you uhm, I always wanted to thank you. I mean, you know, there were times that, you know, I really made you feel like shit and I'm sorry. And there's times there, you know, where you and I were at odds for whatever reason, and you know. I wasn't always great, you know. I learned a lot from you. I learned about forgiveness, and I learned about, you know, about how to truly love somebody or what to have when you truly love somebody. Or that so much, that that that our multiple interactions have taught me. From the beginning all the way to the last one. And it was so fun in a weird way to have you in my apartment that day when we were saying good bye to T. And that was kinda like uh, if this was a sitcom, and that was the last episode, it'd be a good one.

Me: The one where we said good bye

If you didn't get it, my response is a nod to ye olde show "Friends."

Here's where it gets interesting/sad, I was crying typing that response to Guy. However, I went to the counsel, which is 2 people. 1 who knows him and one who doesn't. I'm going to only share the conversation with the one who doesn't know him because it was sweet, our back and forth. For the sake of consistency they will be dubbed, C1 (LOL - is that consistent?). Ok, ok, Lady. She'll be dubbed Lady. As in, I spoke to the Lady

Me: Listen to this. It's my ex boyfriend & THIS made me cry.

Lady: Awww O

Me: You know how you feel like you didn't mean anything to someone and then you find out you meant everything. This did it for me. Bad timing. But when the timing was right...It was too late. He broke up with his GF and I had broken up with *CENSORED*. We were ripe for the picking but it didn't feel...the same.

Lady: Yes I now the feeling

Lady: At least you now know you meant something big to him

Me: Yeah. It's comforting

Me: I always wondered if I was doing love wrong

That's it. Not the end of the conversation but the point that he was helping me with, without even being aware. I always wondered if I was doing love wrong. Craziness because some people never think of love in terms of something to consider or work on, it's just what they feel or do. But what does that mean? To feel love. What does it mean to DO love? You know.

Lady: I don't think you've ever done love wrong. Just was given to the wrong people at the wrong time because as a friend you are very loveable and you're giving, attentive

Me: Thank you

Me: I had to work on the friendship love too

Lady: No need to thank me for the truth

Me: I know I used to do friendship wrong

Lady: Well I'm glad I get the best of you ❤️❤️

That was literally the end of hers and I's conversation.

In the other conversation I mention feeling validated. I think this is the part that kept me up half the night. Why did I need him or anyone to validate me? Then it clicked, I value his opinion of me. He's one of the very few people who can tell me "O, it's not a good look." He does it with such a pure and true heart. It doesn't hurt when he's putting me in my place. Again, I'm speaking as a friend here, not as a lover. That ship has sailed a long time ago. Two years ago, when we reconnected through mutual heartbreak, solidified it.

We were GREAT as lovers and being in love but we're sooooo much better as champions for each other. We cheer each other one from the sidelines. I guess that's what happens when time and distance give us perspective.

Thank you readers for reading. I truly appreciate you taking any moment out of your day to read through my posts.

I can buy myself flowers...But why would I have to?

XOXO

Thanks for Reading

[braveclementine]

Day 7~ 1:12 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

The guard got me food when the lady wasn't there. Some white powered donettes which I scarfed down and then my throat was all dry. I was just glad I wasn't running on an empty stomach anymore.

I didn't thank him though.

Personally, I thought he was an idiot.

He was also a monster.

What kind of person- even if he was trying to help me- let kids die?

Hitler. . . King Herod. . . Stalin. . . Voldemort. . . Darth Vader. . .

So basically very horrible people.

I didn't have to wait very long before the lady came back through the door. Despite the lateness of night, she looked wide awake and was still wearing that stupid smirk on her face. I wondered if she'd had some form of plastic surgery that just meant she couldn't stop smiling.

"You may leave." The lady said to my guard.

He nodded and went back through the door.

The lady smirked at me. "I have to give you the credit, you are brave. Stupid, but brave. I guess that's why it's part of your name 'Braveclementine3'."

"I'm empathetic." I corrected her. "I just care about the children here. That's all they are, you know. Some of them haven't even hit puberty yet. They had dreams to be astronauts and Presidents and Scientists and teachers. You took all of that away from them. You're still taking that away from others."

"The rules haven't changed." The lady said with a small smile on her face. She seemed pleased with my outburst. "You have about forty-five matches left you know. And there's still seventy-five contestants. You could all still go home."

I wrinkled my nose at that statement. "What about the children you killed? Will the parents be able to get their bodies back to bury them? To get some sort of closure?"

The lady laughed. "Of course. Bodies have already been sent back to the families. Not all of them, of course, we can't send to many. But we're not entirely cruel."

I paced away from her, "Why am I in this room?"

"I came to make a proposition for you." She said, and there was a soft thump as she placed her folder of papers down on the table that was in the room. Then there was the sound of the chair being pulled out softly.

"You can see the door on the other side of the room." She said.

I could, indeed, and it had been one of the first things that I had seen the moment my guard had brought me into the room.

It was old. Brown and cracked, made of wood. The handle was large and brass, the circular kind that you had to turn. It opened inwards and had several locks on the outside of it.

"What about it?" I asked.

"Behind this door is a. . . minigame of sorts." The lady said as though I couldn't remember what she had said a few hours or so ago. "Behind this doors is. . . well I suppose its our rendition of Maze Runner. Have you ever seen it?"

"No, but I've read the books." I murmured.

"Now, we don't have the invisible hole that will get you out of the maze." The woman said. "It is very large however. Let's see. . . the next Escape game will be at 10 tomorrow. Breakfast is at 8. . . you have six hours to survive."

I felt myself shiver and a feeling of dread sunk into my bones. Though I had never seen the movie, I had read the books and I knew that there were horrible monsters in the maze. Of course, they couldn't actually be monsters. . . the wolves. I would have to escape wolves.

Well, that had to be somewhat easier, right? Thomas had used vines to keep himself off the ground for the most part. I was pretty sure that wolves couldn't climb.

"Or," The lady continued, "You don't have to do this at all."

This proclamation made me finally turn to face her.

She wasn't sitting at the table like I had thought she might be. Instead, she was leaning against the table, her legs crossed at the ankle and her arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm guessing there is a catch." I sighed, leaning against the wall, mocking her pose.

"You could join us." The lady continued, straightening up from the table. "You could become a guard too. Well, more than a guard really. We've reviewed your profile of course. You're quite good at many of the games on Roblox. If we continued this, you could be a trainer of sorts. Assassin, Murder Mystery, Break point, Deathrun, Field of Battle, and many, many others. You are drawn to the killing games Y/N."

I flinched at the use of my name. It was the first time I was recognized as a person to her.

"And of course," The lady continued, "While I wouldn't exactly be able to let you go until you proved your loyalty, I would release Katherine and Emma immediately from this series of games."

I wish it wasn't such a tempting offer. Not only would I be extracting myself from the game, but I would also get Itty Bitty and Jaguar to safety.

But. . .

Could I really put myself before others. Not to mention, she was talking about making more games. Kidnapping and killing more children.

How could I possibly be a part of that?

No, my only chance was to protect Itty and Jaguar in the games and get them home that way. Protecting all of the children to the best of my ability. If I took up her second offer, then I would be killing more children, not protecting them.

"I'm going to enter the maze." I said. "Is the door open now or do I have to wait a little longer for supplies."

The woman was no longer smiling. But she didn't look angry either. She looked almost disappointed.

"The pack is right there." She said, pointing to a small black bag that was resting on the shelf next to the door. "I must say, I'm a bit disappointed Y/N. I thought I would expect better things from you."

"I'm on the side of life." I said. "Taking up your offer is completely against all of my beliefs. I would never help you kill a child. I can only try and save them."

The woman said nothing more as I yanked the door open, taking a deep breath, and walking inside.

The door shut behind me and I shivered in the cold, night air.

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[nerdyskeleton]

SO LIKE I was thinking about Klavier and Simon going to visit their boyfriends in Khura'in together, right? Only, I imagine that Simon - as the regent's consort - gets special and star-like treatment. Meanwhile Klavier, who is used to getting said star-like treatment at home, is kind of ignored in favor of Simon by the public/guards/etc. Would he be secretly jealous of the attention Simon is (unwillingly) getting, I wonder?

OKAY LET ME JUST SAY, I love the idea of them going to Khura’in together. Makes sense of course, like might as well tag along on this long ass trip if the other is going. It helps to reinforce their beautiful friendship.

Okay but anyway, I don’t think Klavier would get too jealous? Especially because he is so used to the limelight at home, so coming to Khura’in is like a breath of fresh air. He and Apollo can sneak off and not have to deal with crowds or people wanting to talk to them. Apollo probably appreciates it, too, since he might get his fair share of the spotlight, being the legit ONLY lawyer in the whole damn country. Klavier likes the visits to be low key, because he just is there to visit Apollo and see him and be with him and make sure he’s doing okay and is happy there.

Oh but then. Simon is, regrettably, a bit of a celebrity once he is Nahyuta’s official consort. And he hates it. He hates even more when Klavier, upon learning he has some bullshit regal title, refers to him with that exclusively for a very long time. Like maybe he and Klavier are out in the city just hanging around and seeing everything while those two LOSERS are in court but Klavier just whips out the fact that this merchant is speaking with THE Prince Consort, also known as Simon Blackquill the Radiant. Simon pulls him aside to tell Klavier that he will die before returning home. Apollo calls him that too, though he feels slightly bad about it. Klav also definitely calls him His Radiance even in the prosecutor’s office, and he’s like this close to throttling him.

And it helps that Simon doesn’t really want the attention, like he’s literally just here for Nahyuta and maybe to pick on Rayfa some, but otherwise he doesn’t need anything else. He likes Apollo well enough, too. Just let him rest and eat peaches with his terrible monk bf please.

okay anyway no I don’t think Klavier would be jealous and he would instead roll with it and use Simon’s fame to make fun of him until he can’t breath

also s/o to @mesa-verde who helped me come up with this garbage

[chvnnie]

Non-Stop

bang chan x reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: fluffy smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: college bf chan, virgin reader, mentions of masturbation, little bit of nipple playing, fingering, first time, protected sex, dirty talk (chan gets a lil bold the more comfortable reader gets). if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: everything is easier with chan.

kofi request: “Can i pls request reader experiencing their first time with bang chan? He would be the most amazing first ever bf, lets be real. Pls make it fluffy, adorable, and smutty.”

a/n: the way my heart was melting writing this. i’ve never written any virgin reader/member so this was an exciting way to test my boundaries as an author, and chan was perfect for it. thank you to the person who donated and requested this fic - i had so much fun with it! also this is just pure porn lmao have fun

this is a work for fiction. this fic in no way represents bang chan as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @whatudowhennooneseesyou - to be added, please send an ask or comment

Chan’s nose bonked against yours, sending you into a fit of giggles against his lips. “Ouch.” He said with a smile, his own laughs following yours.

You propped your elbows on his shoulders, fingers twirling his hair and hips moving until you were chest to chest. “Careful.” You voice light, giggles continuing to slip through.

“Mm, I’ll try.” Any follow up was silenced by his lips, the new angle allowing him to kiss you deeper.

When you had pitched the idea of studying in your dorm instead of the library, you should’ve known it would end up like this; textbooks long forgotten, 6 pm lattes growing cold, thoughts about anything other than the man whose lap you were seated on completely ignored.

It was impossible to focus on anything but Chan. You could only watch him chew on his pencil, tip of his tongue peeking out occasionally, for so long. To be surprised by the current predicament would be ignorant. It was only a matter of time before you climbed onto his lap, pouting and begging for kisses that would eventually turn into a make out session that consumed your thoughts until the next one.

What was surprising, however, was the hot pool of need growing in your lower belly and making your legs shake. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling - if anything it’s one that greets you any time Chan blinks. But never has it been so overwhelming, so consuming that your mind stopped responding, letting your body take control.

The hands at your hips move up, the hem of your shirt being pushed up with them. Chan’s hands now rest on the skin above your shorts. They’re cold against your body, which was growing hotter by the second. When he squeezes your sides, you pray that the whimper you released isn’t too embarrassing.

Chan pulled back, eyes narrowed with concern. “Everything good?”

“I’m good. Very good. I just…” you voice trails off, eyes focusing on the strand of his hair you were playing with.

“Just what? Hey-“ Your shirt fell as he cupped your face, tilting it so you were looking at him. “Talk to me. Let me know how I can help.”

But words were too hard - the stifling heat and pure embarrassment of having to voice your wants leaving you helpless. You swallowed a few times, trying to stabilize your breath. There was no one in the world you trusted more than Chan, no one more gentle and loving. Things were easy with him, which helped you gain the confidence to find your words.

“Will you touch me?” The whisper was faint, barely finding his ears. You pressed your forehead against his, hands now holding the wrists that cradled you.

Chan’s eyes closed as his breath hitched, and you could feel the increase of his heart rate against your chest. It was a big request; no one, including Chan, had ever touched you below the waist before. It's not like you two haven't both desperately wanted it. You had tried multiple times, each attempt vastly different from the last with the same ending.

You, stopping Chan right as he reached your bottoms, for one reason or the other. The timing didn’t feel right. You changed your mind. You were scared. And Chan, every time, no matter how raging his hard on was, would reassure you and validate your reason for ending it before it could even begin. You two could just cuddle instead. You could just watch a movie. Chan could just play with your boobs for a bit. No matter the reason, Chan respected your no, and never made you feel bad about it.

But tonight was different. You were burning from the inside out, body threatening to burn the dorm building down from its heat. You had to know what Chan felt like. His fingers, his tongue, his-

“Are you sure?” He whispered, eyes opening slowly. They were swimming with lust, deep seas of brown making your insides turn.

“Yes.” It was the easiest, quickest decision you’ve ever made. You’ve had enough. You wanted to know all the ways Chan can love you. “Really, really sure.”

You sealed the confirmation with a kiss, one that Chan let grow deeper as he lowered you onto the bed. Unlike the playful way he kissed you just moments before, his lips moved in a way that had your toes tingling - the love behind the movements of his tongue only served to increase your need. You barely noticed when he pulled away to strip you of your shirt and his, so consumed in the taste of Chan.

The strokes of his fingertips were comparable to a paintbrush; twirling and softly brushing every part of the canvas beneath him. When he painted your neck, your skin pimpled. Your nipples, you moaned. Finally he was painting the top of your shorts, brushes coloring underneath the waistline.

“Okay?” Chan asked, halting briefly to wait for you.

This wasn’t like before. Your body didn’t tense up, legs clenching in fear of what could happen. Not that you ever felt unsafe with Chan, but more so with yourself. What if you weren’t what he wanted? What if your body wasn’t enough for him?

But the way Chan stared at you, as if he was in the presence of a goddess, showed you that it was silly to ever feel that way. That it was okay to give yourself over to pleasure and let the need for him take over, because he was drowning in sheer desperation for you.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, hips slightly lifting to show him you meant it. He rid you of your shorts and panties at once, fingers slowly beginning to paint down your thighs.

Chan pulled back a bit, enough to watch the movement of his hands. Landing on your left knee, he pushed it up, angling you in the perfect position to take you all in.

If it was anyone else, you would be embarrassed - eyes floating up your exposed legs until they reach your core. The way his eyes, dark with desire, soften just a bit at the way you shine under the yellow glow of your dorm lights. It would be so embarrassing to have someone hold your knee in place while he studies every inch of your body.

But it wasn’t embarrassing. It was Chan.

You reached down, holding the hand that was on your knee and giving it a firm squeeze. The pressure brought Chan’s eyes back up, a loving smile on his face as he squeezed you back.

He touched you, one finger barely brushing over your folds. The mild touch sent shivers down your spine, whines tumbling out. Already, he felt so much better- his one finger covering more of you than two of yours did. It was too light, too little for the fire you felt.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, eyes focused on where he was timidly playing with you. “Touch me more. The way you want to.”

Chan shook his head. “If I do that, I won't be able to stop myself.”

“Don’t. Don’t stop yourself.”

Meeting your eyes, he slid his finger down until the tip was pressed against your entrance. He wanted to watch the way you react to his finger, knowing you were just going to get more of him later. And fuck, did you look pretty - jaw dropping as he eased his way inside, eyes threatening to roll back the further he got. You had touched yourself many times before, but nothing could compare to this. Nothing could compare to the intense wave of pleasure you got from his finger alone.

Testing the waters, Chan pumped his finger in and out slowly, going deeper each time. It was gentle, the way he twisted his finger and got closer to your weak spot. Soft moans tumbled out, body aching for him to make you feel even better.

“More?” You asked, hips grinding down on the finger inside you.

This time, he didn’t ask if you were sure, pushing a second finger in you without so much of a warning. A strangled cry left your throat, head thrown back as he stretched you out. Your chest was rising rapidly, breaths out of control at this new feeling.

The first few thrusts were gentle, mainly because you were squeezing him too tight to give you anything more, but once you eased up, body giving into him, Chan sped up. The palm of his hand hit your mound, slick making the small collision echo in your ears. You wouldn't know how to describe this feeling - so full in so many different ways. It’s like he knew what would make you feel good, even though he had never touched you like this before.

“Chan, feels good-“ You reached up and grabbed your boobs, squeezing to both hold on to something and to feel even better.

Chan was so close to breaking.

He moved one of your hands to take over, nipple pinched in between his fingers as he picked up the pace. “Yeah? You like this?”

You nodded, a string of whines your only verbal response.

“Good, because I fucking love this. Fuck. Can’t wait for you to squeeze my cock like this.” At the mention of what was to come, your back arched, whines increasing in volume. “Oh, you want that, don’t you? Want to know how good I can make you feel?”

“Need.” You corrected. Because it wasn’t just a want anymore - if he didn’t fuck you in the next few minutes you would combust.

With a smug smile, he pulled his fingers out, playing with your folds to gather more of your slick. You watched as Chan brought his fingers to his lips, tongue peeking out to lick. It was sinful, the way his tongue twisted around his fingers to clean every inch. Eyes rolling back and deep grunts made you long to see what he would look like between your legs.

“God, you’re sweeter than I imagined.”

The words made your body flush, almost convincing you that you could finish from the way he spoke alone.

Once he sucked his fingers clean, Chan leaned off the bed, digging into his backpack to grab a condom. He placed the foil wrapper on your stomach before taking off his sweats, watching the way your eyes widened when you saw his length for the first time.

It was embarrassing, the way you felt drool fill the front of your mouth. A cock shouldn't make you so needy, especially considering you had never taken one before.

But it was who it belonged to - you wanted Chan, so bad that you would happily drool over his cock like it was the first time over and over again.

You watched as he unwrapped the condom, sliding the tight latex over himself. He fisted his cock a few times, testing to make sure it was snug enough before he looked at you.

“Ready?”

Of course you were. If anything, you were more than ready. But you couldn’t help the nervousness that was bubbling - he was large, and while he had already prepped you a bit, you still couldn’t help but worry about how much the first stretch would hurt.

He cupped your face, tilting it up to meet his soft eyes. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

You shook your head, fingers wrapping around the wrist that held your cheek. “I’m ready. I am. Can you just kiss me? While you’re doing it?”

The depths of Chan’s love showed in the way he smiled at you, closing the gap to find your lips. It was so sweet, the movement of his lips against yours, and when the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, he swallowed every gasp and whine you gave. He didn’t stop kissing you as he pushed his member inside, groaning at the grip you had on him.

“Tell me.” He mumbled against your lips, your shallow breaths fanning his face. “Tell me if it's too much.”

Your lips trembled, body shaking as you nodded, desperately searching for his lips again. You swallowed each other’s moans and whines, and before you knew it, Chan’s hips were flush against yours, completely inside of you.

You broke the kiss, deeply breathing as you took time to acknowledge everything you were feeling. Pain from the new stretch, love from the way Chan was kissing your jawline, overwhelmed from the heat of your body making you sweat with pleasure. It was all so much, and not enough at once.

Chan kissed up your cheek, landing on your forehead as he slowly pulled out. “Can I?”

You nodded, unable to do much else, hoping that he would understand your lack of ability to speak right now.

It was Chan. Of course he understood.

Slowly, he pushed back in, and the pain eased just a bit. He didn’t pull out much - only about midway the first few times before thrusting all the way back in. The pace stayed steady as he watched you, waiting for his signal to either stop or do more.

It came when he was bottomed out, tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot. Your jaw fell slack, moans making Chan’s skin pimple.

“There?” He asked as he pulled out, only to push back in a bit rougher.

You nodded your head, legs wrapping around his waist to cling to him. Chan did it again, this time hitting it more spot on due to the new angle. Slowly, his pace picked up, length of his thrusts getting shorter as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you.

His head nuzzled in your neck, breaths fanning over your sweaty skin. “Fuck, baby. Love the way you take my cock.”

You clenched around him, only encouraging to go faster and talk more.

“God, I’m not going to be able to stop. Never gonna be able to stop fucking this tight cunt.” Hands flew to his hair, pulling hard enough to get Chan to moan, the volume of his sinful words increasing. “Gonna let me? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?”

“Ye-yes-“

“Good. I told you I wasn’t going to be able to stop.”

Chan pushed himself up, hands resting on either side of your head. He slammed into you harder, and while the stretch still hurt, it was easy to push to the back of your mind, especially when he smiled at you with so much love while fucking you like he couldn’t care less.

“Chan. Close-“

“Me too.” He grunted, hips sloppily moving as pleasure overwhelmed him. “Do it. Wanna know how you feel when you cum.”

Two more thrust and you were thrown into the deep in, legs spasming and cries strained as you came around Chan’s cock, just like he asked. He hissed at the feeling, pausing as he was bottomed out to fill the condom.

Your legs fell, body limp and mind blank from your orgasm. Chan pulled out, causing you to winch slightly from the soreness you were already experiencing.

He climbed off the bed, and you whined, grabbing his arm to try and bring him back to you.

“Come on.” He laughed, hands tucking underneath your sides to try and pull you off the bed. “Gotta pee and clean up before we can rest.”

You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut with physical and emotional exhaustion. “Don’t wanna. Wanna snuggle.”

“We’re going to after. Now get up, or I’ll carry you.”

One eye opened, a playful smile stretching across your face. Chan sighed, regretting giving you the option. He picked you up, letting you hug him like a koala and carried you to the en-suite bathroom.

“Do we have to do this every time?” You asked, nuzzling your head into your neck.

“What, clean up?” You nodded. “Yes, every single time.”

You threw your head back, loudly groaning in faux frustration, making Chan laugh. “God.” You said sarcastically. “Sex is the worst.”

©: chvnnie 2022