#also this hope that things will just 'fall into place'

[solxamber]

'Elloo! :D I saw your requests open, can I request some hcs or short imagines for the first, second, and third years, separate characters?? Or you can just do it as a single scenario with all the characters. They're (Their??) reaction when they've realized the things reader/Yuu had to go through starting from the very beginning ,when they first got transported to the school. Like, the shock of not being able to go home, new environment, the fear-- just the emotional and mental turmoil reader/yuu went through starting from the beginning.

Also, as time goes by it just gets worse and worse along with all the overblots and stuff that got reader/Yuu over the edge. And now the students kind of help?? Or at least try to soothe or comfort the reader I guess??

Does this make any sense?? I dunno :'D

I want me some angst hehe >:]

But if this is kind of too much then it's okii if you wanna skip this one, I love the effort you put into your writings! <3

I kinda just wanted to ramble and yap about this idea I had hehe

Toodles!

thank you!! and i'm sorry it too so long, but i hope you like it <3

They realise what you went through - All NRC + Rollo + Neige + Grim, Staff

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle doesn’t realize the extent of your struggle until much later, likely after witnessing you reach your breaking point. The way you bottle up your emotions reminds him of himself before his own overblot, and it fills him with guilt. He prides himself on upholding order, but he feels like he failed to notice the chaos within you.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Riddle asks, voice trembling as he stands before you, his normally stern expression soft with regret. He places a hesitant hand on your shoulder, unsure if he has the right to offer comfort after overlooking your pain for so long. “I… I should have noticed. I’m sorry.”

Riddle dives into a methodical plan to ease your burdens. He takes on your academic concerns, ensuring your assignments are manageable and offering personal tutoring. When you’re overwhelmed, he insists you take breaks in Heartslabyul’s peaceful rose garden. While he’s not good at openly expressing affection, he’s steadfast, always by your side with words of encouragement and warm tea.

Trey Clover

Trey picks up on your struggles sooner than most, his observant nature allowing him to notice the small cracks in your demeanor. He doesn’t pry but stays close, offering quiet support until he realizes you’re beyond your limit. His heart aches knowing you’ve been carrying so much without asking for help.

“Hey… you don’t have to pretend everything’s fine,” Trey says softly, kneeling beside you as you sit slumped in an empty classroom. His usual calm demeanor is tinged with concern. “I’ve seen you pushing yourself too hard. You’re not alone in this, you know.”

Trey becomes your sanctuary. He’s the type to cook comforting meals for you, often sneaking you your favorite desserts. He encourages you to talk at your own pace, listening without judgment. Trey also ensures you’re surrounded by people who care, gently urging you to spend time with friends so you never feel isolated again.

Cater Diamond

Cater doesn’t fully realize how bad things are until he catches you breaking down when you think no one is watching. The sight hits him hard—he’s used to wearing masks himself, but seeing you put on a brave face while falling apart reminds him of his own struggles.

“Whoa, hey, hey…” Cater’s voice is unusually soft as he crouches in front of you, the playful lilt replaced with genuine worry. “You’ve been holding all this in, haven’t you? Man, that’s not healthy… You should’ve told me!”

Cater becomes your cheerleader, using his energy to lift your spirits. He takes you on spontaneous outings, distracting you with fun activities and selfies to remind you of life’s lighter side. When you need to vent, he’s surprisingly patient, letting you talk without interruptions. His go-to phrase becomes, “No filter, just let it out. I’m here.”

Ace Trappola

Ace is the last to understand the depth of your pain, brushing off your struggles as stress until you finally snap. Seeing you cry or lash out leaves him dumbstruck—he’s not used to serious emotions and struggles to process it at first. But beneath his awkwardness, he genuinely cares.

“Whoa… I didn’t think it was this bad.” Ace rubs the back of his neck, guilt clear in his expression. “Look, I’m sorry if I made things worse. I didn’t mean to. I just… didn’t know.”

Ace sticks close to you in his own Ace-like way. He cracks jokes to make you laugh and distracts you with playful banter, but he’s also there for the serious moments. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, he drags you outside to play a quick game of basketball or to look at the stars, insisting, “You’ve gotta clear your head, or you’ll go crazy.”

Deuce Spade

Deuce notices your struggles but doesn’t know how to approach you about them. When he finally sees you crumble, it makes him feel like he’s failed as your friend. His protective instincts kick in, and he becomes determined to help you in any way he can.

“Wait—you’ve been feeling like this the whole time?” Deuce’s voice is thick with emotion as he looks at you, his fists clenched at his sides. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve done something! I’m supposed to have your back!”

Deuce takes your well-being seriously, to the point of overcompensating at first. He insists on walking you to class, carrying your things, and defending you against anything he perceives as a threat (real or imagined). Over time, he learns to provide quiet support, sitting with you during tough moments and saying, “We’ll get through this together. I promise.”

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is a perceptive man, even if he acts otherwise, but your struggles slip under his radar for too long. It isn’t until he notices how you’ve stopped rising to his teasing or how the light in your eyes has dimmed that the gravity of your situation hits him. It reminds him of his own sense of isolation, and the guilt gnaws at him.

“Tch. You think you’re the only one who has to deal with this crap?” Leona’s voice is gruff, but there’s no malice in it. He sighs, sitting beside you under the shade of a tree. “You should’ve said something sooner, herbivore. Doesn’t mean you have to carry it all yourself.”

Leona doesn’t coddle you, but his actions speak louder than his words. He offers his presence, silently inviting you to nap in the botanical gardens with him when you need a break. If anyone dares to make your life harder, Leona handles it with a quiet, lethal efficiency. “Rest up. You’re not falling apart on my watch.”

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie notices your struggles quickly, but his initial reaction is to brush it off as normal stress—until he sees you genuinely hit your breaking point. It stuns him; he’s used to dealing with hardships himself but hates the idea of you enduring the same without support.

“Oi, don’t do this to yourself,” Ruggie says, his usual playful tone replaced by something softer. “You’re not alone, y’know? I don’t let my people suffer in silence. That’s not how we roll.”

Ruggie uses his resourcefulness to lighten your load however he can. He sneaks you snacks, takes care of tedious tasks for you, and even makes you laugh with his sharp wit. When you’re overwhelmed, he shares stories of his struggles to show you that it’s okay to lean on others. “You’ve got me, okay? I’ll make sure you’re okay, promise.”

Jack Howl

Jack notices the signs of your stress early on, but he hesitates to bring it up, unsure if it’s his place. When he finally realizes how deeply you’re struggling, it stirs a protective instinct in him, and he immediately resolves to do whatever it takes to help you.

“You should’ve told me,” Jack says, his voice low and filled with regret. His ears twitch as he glances away, guilt etched across his face. “I could’ve helped. You don’t have to do this on your own anymore.”

Jack becomes your steadfast support, encouraging you to exercise or go for runs to clear your mind. He’s a calming presence, offering quiet companionship when words aren’t enough. “You’re strong, but you don’t always have to be. Let me help carry the weight, okay?”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul prides himself on noticing vulnerabilities in others, but your ability to mask your pain throws him off. When the cracks finally show, it shakes him deeply, reminding him of his own insecurities and the times he felt powerless.

“I didn’t realize…” Azul murmurs, his hands wringing nervously as he looks at you with uncharacteristic vulnerability. “I should have seen it. I’m sorry—for everything. Let me help you now.”

Azul’s approach is practical and calculated, but it’s rooted in genuine care. He offers to take over responsibilities or negotiate solutions to ease your stress. When you’re overwhelmed, he’s unexpectedly tender, sitting with you in his VIP room and reminding you, “Even the strongest need someone to lean on. You’ve been there for others; let us be here for you.”

Jade Leech

Jade notices your struggles early but refrains from intervening, assuming you’ll reach out when you’re ready. When he realizes how much you’ve been bottling up, he’s surprised and slightly guilty for not addressing it sooner.

“My, you’ve been carrying quite the burden,” Jade says, his usual calm tinged with regret. “It seems I underestimated just how much you’ve endured. Forgive my oversight.”

Jade is a master of subtlety, offering comfort in ways that feel natural and unintrusive. He invites you on quiet walks through the woods, using the serene atmosphere to help ease your mind. When words are needed, he listens attentively, his soothing voice offering reassurance. “Do not hesitate to lean on me, should you need support. I’ll always be here.”

Floyd Leech

Floyd doesn’t realize how bad things are until you completely snap, and even then, it takes him a moment to process that your outburst isn’t just a temporary mood. Seeing you so broken flips a switch in him, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

“Shrimpy, why didn’t you say anything?” Floyd’s voice is uncharacteristically quiet, his sharp eyes scanning your face. He pouts, but there’s no mischief in it—just genuine concern. “You don’t gotta handle everything alone, y’know?”

Floyd sticks to you like glue, his unpredictable nature becoming a strange source of comfort. He drags you out for spontaneous adventures, insisting that fun will help you feel better. When you’re feeling low, he’s surprisingly gentle, wrapping you in a tight hug and muttering, “I gotcha, Shrimpy. Nobody’s messin’ with you while I’m here.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is always full of energy and positivity, so it takes him a while to notice the depths of your struggles. When he does, he’s devastated, blaming himself for not seeing it sooner.

“Wait—you’ve been feeling like this?” Kalim’s eyes widen, tears threatening to spill. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve done something to help!”

Kalim does everything in his power to brighten your days. He showers you with gifts, invites you to lively parties, and insists on spending time together to lift your spirits. When he realizes that quiet support means more than grand gestures, he sits with you, holding your hand. “You’re not alone, okay? I’ll always be here for you.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil is highly observant, and while he notices your struggles early on, he assumes you’re managing on your own until he sees how much you’ve truly endured. It reminds him of his own bottled-up frustrations, and guilt eats at him for not acting sooner.

“...I should’ve known,” Jamil mutters, his voice low and filled with regret. He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “I’ve been through this too. I know what it’s like to feel trapped. I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner.”

Jamil’s care comes in quiet, thoughtful gestures. He prepares your favorite meals, arranges peaceful moments away from the chaos of NRC, and ensures you never feel overwhelmed alone. “You’ve done more than enough. Let me take care of things for a while.”

Vil Schoenheit

Vil’s sharp eyes catch the signs of your struggles quickly, but he initially brushes them off, believing you’ll overcome them like any challenge. When the full weight of your burden becomes clear, he’s horrified and deeply regretful for not intervening sooner.

“I failed to notice something so glaringly obvious,” Vil says, his tone laced with self-reproach. “That’s not acceptable—not as your friend and certainly not as someone who should’ve supported you better.”

Vil approaches your comfort with precision and care, determined to help you regain your footing. He insists on self-care days, encourages you to vent your frustrations, and teaches you grounding techniques. “You’re stronger than you think, but even the strongest need rest. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

Rook Hunt

Rook is attuned to the emotions of those around him, and your pain does not escape his notice. He marvels at your resilience but is deeply saddened that you’ve been enduring so much without seeking help.

“Mon cher trésor, your suffering… it pains me to think I let you endure this alone,” Rook says softly, his gaze earnest. “You’ve carried a weight that no one should bear by themselves. Allow me to lighten your burden.”

Rook’s support is poetic and heartfelt, crafting moments of beauty to remind you of the world’s wonders. Whether it’s a bouquet of flowers, a handwritten letter, or a quiet moment under the stars, he ensures you feel cherished. “You are not alone in this grand stage of life, and I shall remain by your side as your steadfast ally.”

Epel Felmier

Epel is initially too caught up in his own frustrations to notice the extent of your struggles, but once he sees you falter, his protective side kicks in. It reminds him of his own insecurities about being underestimated.

“Aw, geez, why didn’t ya say somethin’?” Epel frowns, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “You’re always lookin’ out for us, but ya never let anyone do the same for you. That ain’t fair.”

Epel takes a straightforward approach, offering to help however he can. He sticks close, ensuring you never feel alone, and encourages you to vent when needed. “You’re tough as nails, but that doesn’t mean you gotta do it all by yourself. We’re a team, remember?”

Idia Shroud

Idia is slow to notice your struggles, being so wrapped up in his own world, but when he realizes the extent of your pain, it hits him hard. He sees a reflection of his own struggles in you and feels immense guilt for not seeing it sooner.

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” Idia mumbles, his voice trembling. His hair dims as he nervously fiddles with his tablet. “I should’ve… I don’t know, paid more attention. I’m sorry. I—I wanna help, if you’ll let me.”

Idia comforts you in his own awkward way, creating a safe space where you can relax without judgment. He shares his favorite games, shows, and quiet moments, offering you an escape from the chaos. “You don’t have to be ‘okay’ all the time. Just… take it easy for now. I’m here if you need me.”

Ortho Shroud

Ortho is one of the first to notice your struggles, his advanced sensors picking up on changes in your emotional and physical state. His concern is immediate, and he wastes no time in seeking to help.

“You’ve been so sad for so long, haven’t you?” Ortho’s voice is soft, as he hovers close. “I wish I could’ve made you smile sooner. I’m sorry you’ve been hurting.”

Ortho’s comfort is warm and reassuring, filled with optimism and boundless energy. He’s always ready with encouraging words, small gifts, or simply a cheerful presence to brighten your day. “You’re not alone! I’ll do everything I can to help you feel better, okay?”

Malleus Draconia

Malleus has always sensed something amiss about your emotions, his acute sensitivity to auras making it impossible for him to overlook your struggles. However, he hesitates to approach, fearing he might overstep or worsen your burdens. When he finally understands the depth of your pain, he is both heartbroken and determined to help.

“You’ve been enduring this in silence?” His deep voice is laced with regret as his green eyes soften. “If only I had been more attentive, perhaps I could have eased your pain.”

Malleus ensures you feel his unwavering support. He invites you for peaceful strolls under the stars, shares his favorite quiet spots, and reassures you with his calming presence. “You are precious to me. Whatever darkness surrounds you, I will remain by your side until the light returns.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia has lived long enough to recognize the signs of emotional turmoil, and it pains him to see you suffer. While he often masks his seriousness with cheerfulness, he doesn’t hesitate to step in when he sees you reaching your breaking point.

“Oh, little one, you’ve carried such a heavy heart all this time.” His playful demeanor fades into solemnity as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t have to face this alone.”

Lilia comforts you with wisdom and warmth, drawing on centuries of experience. He shares stories to make you laugh, cooks (albeit questionable) meals to distract you, and offers sage advice when you’re ready to talk. “Life’s trials are harsh, but you’re stronger than you know. And if you need someone to lean on, I’ll always be here.”

Silver

Silver is observant despite his drowsy nature, and he’s one of the first to notice your growing exhaustion. When he realizes the extent of your suffering, he feels deeply remorseful for not acting sooner.

“I should have seen this sooner,” Silver says quietly, his tone filled with regret. “You’ve always looked out for others… I should’ve done the same for you.”

Silver stays by your side, offering silent, steady support. He doesn’t push you to talk but is always ready to listen when you’re ready. His calm demeanor helps ground you, and he often sits quietly with you under a tree or by a calm lake. “You’re not alone. I’ll protect you—not just from danger, but from this weight you’re carrying.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek’s initial reaction is frustration—not at you, but at himself for failing to notice your struggles while being so focused on Malleus. His loyalty shifts into overdrive as he becomes determined to help you.

“You’ve been struggling this much, and I didn’t see it?!” Sebek’s voice is loud, but there’s a rare softness in his expression. “That is… unacceptable. I failed you as a companion.”

Sebek’s attempts to comfort you are a bit clumsy but heartfelt. He insists on helping you with daily tasks and loudly declares his commitment to your well-being. Despite his rough edges, his sincerity shines through. “Know this: I will not allow you to suffer alone any longer. You have my loyalty, now and always.”

Rollo Flamme

Rollo’s disdain for magic only deepens when he realizes how much you’ve suffered due to the chaos and overblots of NRC. His concern for you is genuine, though it’s laced with anger toward the school and its culture.

“This place… It’s a cesspool of disorder and harm,” Rollo says, his voice cold yet trembling with suppressed emotion. “You’ve been caught in its web for too long. You deserve better.”

Rollo’s comfort is practical and protective. He tries to create a sense of normalcy for you, offering quiet, structured moments away from the chaos. His words are sharp but sincere. “You deserve a life of peace and stability. If you can’t find it here, I’ll do what I can to give it to you.”

Neige LeBlanche

Neige is quick to notice your distress, his naturally empathetic nature making him keenly aware of your struggles. He’s horrified to think of you enduring so much alone and wants to do everything in his power to make you smile again.

“Oh no… You’ve been feeling like this?” Neige’s voice is soft, his eyes brimming with concern. “You don’t deserve to carry such sadness by yourself.”

Neige’s comfort is gentle and uplifting. He sings for you, offers kind words, and encourages you to express your feelings without fear. “You’re so strong, but you don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to let someone take care of you for a change.”

Grim

Grim initially doesn’t notice your struggles, his focus often on his own ambitions and mischief. When he finally realizes how much you’ve been enduring, he feels both guilt and panic.

“Hey… You’re not okay, are ya?” Grim’s ears droop as he looks up at you, his voice unusually soft. “Why didn’t ya tell me? I—I’m supposed to be your partner!”

Grim becomes fiercely protective, sticking by your side at all times. He tries to cheer you up with his antics and insists on being your “emotional support boss.” “You’re stuck with me, got it? So don’t go actin’ like you’re all alone. I won’t let ya.”

Staff:

Crowley

Crowley prides himself on being the "benevolent" headmaster, but when he realizes how much you’ve suffered under his care—or lack thereof—he’s struck by a rare pang of guilt. While he’s not one to admit fault outright, he becomes visibly uncomfortable with the weight of his oversight.

“My dear, you’ve been carrying all of this on your shoulders?” His dramatic flair falters for a moment, his usual exuberance replaced with awkward sincerity. “I… suppose I may have been a tad neglectful in ensuring your well-being.”

Crowley tries to make amends in his own roundabout way, offering resources, extended accommodations, or attempting to be more attentive (though his efforts are often misguided). “Rest assured, I shall personally oversee that you are well cared for! You have my full support—within reason, of course.”

Divus Crewel

Crewel is not one to tolerate weakness, but when he sees the toll everything has taken on you, his stern demeanor softens. He’s the type to take immediate, no-nonsense action to ensure you’re taken care of.

“You’ve let it get this bad without saying a word?” His sharp tone is laced with frustration, but his eyes betray his concern. “Pup, I thought I taught you better than to carry burdens alone.”

Crewel’s approach is practical yet caring. He insists you rest, brings you comforting meals, and ensures you know you’re valued. “You’re stronger than you think, but even the strongest need support. Lean on me, pup. I’ll make sure you’re back to full strength in no time.”

Mozus Trein

Trein is a man of wisdom and observation. He likely noticed your struggles but respected your space, waiting for the right time to step in. When he realizes the full extent of your distress, he feels deep regret for not intervening sooner.

“I should have addressed this earlier.” His voice is steady but tinged with remorse. “You’ve faced more challenges than any student should. It’s a testament to your resilience, but it shouldn’t have come to this.”

Trein offers gentle guidance, providing stability and reassurance. He shares stories of his own trials and reminds you that even the hardest times pass. “Life is fraught with difficulties, but you’ve shown remarkable courage. Allow others to help shoulder the burden—you need not face this alone.”

Ashton Vargas

Vargas isn’t the most emotionally perceptive, but when it finally clicks that you’re struggling, he’s hit with a wave of guilt. He immediately shifts gears, trading his usual boisterousness for genuine concern.

“Whoa… I had no idea it was this bad,” Vargas says, his brows furrowed in concern. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I would’ve helped in a heartbeat!”

Vargas focuses on physical activity as a form of comfort, encouraging you to blow off steam in healthy ways. He also offers constant positive reinforcement. “You’re tough, kid, but even the toughest need a break. Let’s get some fresh air and clear your head—you’ve got this!”

Sam

Sam has always been attuned to the emotions of others, so when he realizes the depth of your struggles, he feels a pang of regret for not stepping in sooner. His usual upbeat demeanor becomes tinged with quiet sympathy.

“Well, well… Looks like someone’s been carrying more than their fair share.” His voice is soft, his usual grin replaced with a concerned expression. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

Sam provides comfort through small but meaningful gestures, like preparing your favorite treats or giving you space to talk. He reassures you with his calming presence and wise words. “Don’t keep it bottled up, friend. Whatever you’re feeling, it’s valid. I’m here to help you through it.”

Masterlist

[taintedcigs]

— morning routine (modern!s.h. x reader)

pairing: modern!steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: basically, that scene in greys anatomy where meredith snores and keeps waking up derek but instead of them it's reader who just moved in with steve. (and robin duh) idk how to explain it but i tried to give it a spin idk if i succeeded. this is just FLUFFY AND cheesy. and tbh its only modern!steve cuz i added one (1) stupid twilight joke. SUE ME OK!!!!

warnings: just pure fluff. domestic!steve. tooth-rottingly sweet. cheesy af. some kissing. does snoring count idk. steve is an adorable idiot. also makes a dirty joke bc he is immature (and so am i.) kissing. idk. allude to smut but nothing described at all. not proof-read ignore all mistakes cuz i wrote this mess in like 20 mins and cant read it back cuz i cant do it without criticizng everything so im just gonna post okkkkiii bye hope u guys enjoy it (wc: 1.3k+)

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It hadn't been that long since you’d settled into Steve and Robin’s place. You’d initially been nervous about it, about whether everything would work out or not.

But soon enough, things were already starting to fall into place—especially in the mornings.

A perfect routine.

The illuminating rays of sunshine would seep through the cracks in the blinds, glowing the cozy room you and Steve now called yours. And the overwhelming aroma of the coffee Robin always brewed too early, signaling to you that it was time to wake up.

You stirred slightly, mind slowly drifting out of the haze of sleep until you noticed something—rather someone in your periphery.

Eyes fluttering open, you squinted against the soft light, and you were instantly met with Steve’s warm gaze at you, his head propped on one hand as he lay beside you.

“Steve! What the hell?” you exclaimed, groggily shoving his shoulder with a laugh. “Are you watching me sleep, you creep?”

Steve’s lips curled into a lazy, boyish grin, one that you couldn’t resist smiling back at. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, not even bothering to deny it.

“What are you? Edward Cullen?” you teased.

That earns a good chuckle out of him, eyes crinkling at the corners before he mumbles out a “Mornin', honey.”

He leans down to press a soft kiss to your velvety lips before pulling back to gawk at you again, cheeks dimpling adorably.

A giggle bubbles up from your chest as you swat at him, though your heart squeezes.

The most dreamy.

“How did you wake up before the alarm?” you ask, voice still thick with sleep.

Steve shrugs, grin never faltering. “I’m a light sleeper.”

“Something woke you up?”

When he doesn't answer, “What?” you press, brows furrowing.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “’S no big deal,” he assures, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s just that...” He pauses, biting his lip to hold back a grin.

“You just... snore.... a little bit.” He squints, pinching his thumb and forefinger together.

You shot upright in bed. “What? I do not!” you protest.

“Yes, you do,” Steve says, grin widening as he clearly enjoys your reaction.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!” he counters back.

“Honestly, it’s adorable that such a tiny person can make such a big sound.”

You gasp, “Jerk!” Swatting at him when he leans in for a kiss. He laughs, dodging your swipe, smile as infuriating as it was endearing.

“You know what’s not adorable?” you shot back. “Those little twitches you do every night!”

Steve blinks, protesting quickly. “I don't do that!”

“Yes you do!” you exclaimed, poking a finger into his chest playfully. “You’re like a human earthquake. It’s scary, Harrington!”

He lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. And before you can say another word, Steve pounces, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his hold. Fingers tickling your sides mercilessly, sending you into fits of laughter as you squirm to escape.

“Stop it! Steve!” you manage to get out between giggles, your attempts to push him away weak from how hard you were laughing.

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Determined to make it up to him, you wore one of those nasal strips every night, for the following week. Convinced it was solving the problem.

Until you wake up, suddenly, and way before your alarm.

And even way before Robin's coffee. To find Steve's spot empty next to you.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slip out of bed, padding down the hall, curiosity tugging at you.

And of course, there he is, sprawled across the couch. Legs awkwardly dangling over the edge, one arm thrown over his eyes.

Idiot. You could feel a gentle warmth spreading all over your body.

This absolutely selfless, adorable idiot.

“You have got to be kidding me,” your exclaiming voice startles him awake, making him groan groggily.

“You slept on the couch?” You ask, guilt bubbling in your chest. 

Steve hums sleepily, clearly not awake enough to form a coherent response.

“All night?” That poor boy. 

He murmurs something incomprehensible, eyes squeezing shut like he could will himself back to sleep.

“Are those stupid strips not working?” You asked frustratedly, and Steve was quick to shook his head, the motion muffled by his pillow. 

You let out a sigh, narrowing your gaze at him, “If my snoring was always this bad, what the hell were you doing all those other nights?”

Before Steve can answer, Robin emerges from her room, hair a tangled mess and expression groggy. “He usually sleeps on the couch,” she hums, slowly slipping past you to the bathroom. “Sets an alarm and sneaks back into bed before you wake up.”

You blink, processing her words as your head slowly turns toward Steve. He’s sitting up now, looking thoroughly sheepish.

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” he says softly, tone so endearing that it tugs violently at your heartstrings.

And that’s the thing about Steve, isn’t it? 

Always putting you first. Always thinking of you. 

You stare at him for a moment, dramatic theatrics melt into something warmer. A smile tugs at your lips, growing wider until you can’t contain it anymore. Walking over to the couch, you kneel beside him as he looks up at you innocently.

Without a word, you throw your arms around him as you begin to smother his face with kisses, one after another, until he was laughing too.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter between kisses, voice filled with affection. “Sweet, but so goddamn ridiculous.”

Steve grins, hands sliding down to hold your waist comfortably. “You know I’d do anythin' for my girl,” he replies, tone thick with sleep and laced with that infamous Harrington charm that makes your heart flutter.

“But, I swear, Harrington,” you warn, pulling back just enough to meet his warm gaze, “if you ever sleep on this couch again, I’m tying you to the bed.”

His brows shot up, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh! I’ve always wanted to try that one!” he teases.

You scoff playfully before adding, “And I’m getting you earplugs!”

Before you can say anything else, Steve suddenly tugs you closer, pulling you onto the couch with him. “C’mere,” he murmurs, voice low and tender. Plush lips pressing kisses all over your face—forehead, cheeks, lips, the tip of your nose—as he rambles sweet nothings in between, each one making your heart swell a little more.

“I love you,” he whispers, words melting into your skin like a promise. 

You can’t help but giggle softly, threading your fingers through his messy hair, “Love you more, you idiot.” 

Steve grins, fingers brushing off a stray strand of hair away from your face. “So…” He trails off, tone turning sly, brows arching in anticipation, “...about that tying up thing?”

You smirk, rolling off of him as you rise to your feet. He doesn’t let his gaze leave yours, chest rising with a sharp breath as he watches your figure. 

Without a word, you saunter out of the living room, hips swaying just enough to leave him frozen in place, staring after you like a statue.

At the doorway, you glance over your shoulder to meet his dumbfounded expression. “Well,” you hum with a sly grin, “are you coming or not?”

His jaw practically drops. “C’mon, pretty boy,” you tease, tone dropping into a sultry hum that makes his eyes darken. “You’ve been really, really bad, and the punishment isn’t gonna be pretty.”

His breath catches, utterly frozen. Then, as if the exhaustion he’d been feeling moments ago has been completely erased, he springs from the couch with a groan. “God, you’re fucking perfect, you know that, right?” he mutters, all with awe and hunger as he reaches you.

Before you can react, he sweeps you up into his arms with an eagerness that makes you squeal. “Steve!” you gasp, laughing as he rushes you toward the bedroom like a man on mission.

Finally, the perfect morning routine. 

[bitchface24-7]

SMASH - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: After four gruelling exams so far (and it's only Wednesday!) you're sure your brain is mush. You didn't expect a random student to come up to you in regards to their final project asking you (and other students) one simple question, “What do you think about the Hextech inventors, Jayce and Viktor?” in a brilliant move of word association, you say the one thing everyone's thinking, “Smash.”

warnings: going viral, embarrassment, meeting Jayvik and wanting to kys, light hearted teasing, modern au?? I just kinda added phones and social media to the arcane universe, grammarly is my beta now

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

This idea came out of nowhere as I salted my soft-boiled eggs, hope y'all enjoy! Also, I do have a solo Viktor x reader draft. No Jayce ones yet. Jayvik has taken over my mind

This week has been kicking your ass, and its only Wednesday.

You've had four, FOUR exams so far this week and you have three more to go before this semester ends and you can enjoy your summer break.

You feel braindead. You're more energy drink than you are water and blood. Your eyes hurt, you're dragging your feet. You're in your comfiest sweatshirt, cargo pants, and slip-on shoes. Surprisingly your hair is clean, you got a bit of an energy burst yesterday to shower before heading to bed.

Your headphones are on, your music is blasting, and you're walking as fast as you can to your dormitory to get some last minute studying in before you crash out.

What you weren't expecting was a beautiful girl coming up to you with a small microphone attached to her phone. You move one headphone behind your ear, but even then; your hearing isn’t the best due to your exhaustion.

“… think of… inventors… Jayce and Viktor?”

In a brilliant move of word association, you say the one thing that comes to mind.

“Smash.”

With that, you put your headphone back on and continue on your walk to your dormitory, not seeing the beautiful girl in a flabbergasted state as her camera man dies of laughter.

Oh, this is gonna go viral.

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Friday eventually comes, as does your last exam. With a newfound sense of freedom, you rush to your dorm to hop into bed and sleep for a consecutive forty eight hours before you enjoy your summer off.

You strip off your outfit and put on your comfiest pyjamas. You snuggle up in bed and greatly appreciate the blackout blinds your room has. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, your phone beeps.

From: Caitlyn🔫

Girl… you've gone viral.

You snort as you push yourself onto your elbows and text your best friend back.

To: Caitlyn🔫

Wtf are you talking about???

How the hell would I go viral? I haven't done anything.

Two pings simultaneously come through onto your phone, the first one is maybe a thirty second video, and the second is Caitlyn just laughing at you.

From: Caitlyn🔫

https://www.tiktok.com/holy-hell-she-did-not-just-say-that

Are you sure about that? 💀💀

You furrow your eyebrows and cautiously click the link Caitlyn sent you. It takes a few seconds but the video eventually loads, and there you are.

You’re in one of your favourite outfits, it’s comfy but still looks nice. Your hair is framing your face nicely and you have one of your headphones behind your ear as you look confused at the beautiful woman in front of you. It’s quite obvious you’re exhausted.

She does her whole spiel regarding how this is for her journalism classes final project and how she’s going around the academy’s campus asking people at random a simple question. You look completely lost, you can see your dark circles have dark circles; you cringe at how tired you look.

The video is almost over and you’re wondering what made you go viral in the first place, it’s when there’s fifteen seconds left in the video where you get your answer.

“What do you think about the Hextech inventors, Jayce and Viktor?”

You look blankly at the pretty woman and just casually in a monotone voice state, “Smash.”

You then see yourself put your headphone back on and continue on your previous task of getting home. You then get to see the glorious hilarity of the poor woman sputtering as the camera man laughs. You feel your face burn, it becomes almost unbearable when you see the comments of the video.

They’re just saying what we’re all thinking

Slay

Not a thought behind those eyes except smashing Jayce and Viktor. Same. Ask them to go to Paris.

I love them omfg

On my personal device that my parents pay the wifi for?

Oop 👀 their inside thoughts accidentally became outside words

They got good taste

Quick! Somebody send this to them 💀💀

Don’t let the council see this…

You’re so funny. Please don’t die.

You damn near whip your phone across your room in embarrassment. Why. Why has the gods forsaken you this day? That video was posted two days ago and it’s already wracked up millions of views, over a million likes, and thousands of shares and comments. It’ll be a miracle if Jayce and Viktor haven’t seen that video yet.

From: Caitlyn🔫

Btw I sent Jayce the video, love you ❤️

You scream into your pillow after that. You were supposed to meet them after your final grades were submitted so that you could possibly start working with them on Hextech.

Guess those dreams are ashes now.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You’ve essentially barricaded yourself in your dorm room. No one’s coming in, and you’re not coming out.

Your best friend has other plans.

“C’mon, we planned this meet up like a month ago. Grades are out, you got like straight As. You’ll get the job.”

You cover yourself in more blankets, your voice is quite muffled when you respond back, “Hell no! They’ve seen me embarrass myself in front of millions of viewers. You sent Jayce the video! I’m not going!”

Caitlyn huffs as she rips the blankets off you, you squeal and try to hide again.

“They’re curious about you! They want to meet you.”

“Of course they’re curious about me, I said I wanted to have sex with them!”

Caitlyn cringes at the thought. Objectively she can see that both Viktor and Jayce are very attractive men, but Jayce is her brother and well, she’s always had more appreciation for the female form.

“Seriously, we gotta go. Their schedules are always crazy busy. This is the first time in… forever since they’ve taken some time off.”

You huff, “If anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you.”

Caitlyn smiles at that and throws you an outfit to change into, “I’m totally fine with that.”

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The walk to the lab is tense. You keep fidgeting with your hair, your clothes, your fingers. Everything.

Caitlyn keeps lightly slapping your hands to stop you from ruining her hard work. She's got you in nice black slacks that show off your pretty legs, a burgundy button-down with a cream vest over top of it, highlighting your waist, and a simple pair of black boots. Everything about this outfit screams sophistication and highlights your beauty.

“Are you sure we can't go back?”

Caitlyn giggles at you, “We’re like a foot away from the lab doors. You should've asked earlier.”

You whip your head to look at her, “Are you saying if I asked earlier, we could have cancelled this meeting?”

“No.”

And with that, Caitlyn knocks on the lab doors and you feel yourself blanche due to nerves. You're gonna die, you're barely into your twenties and you're going to die.

You've had a good life so far.

You truly feel like you've seen the pearly gates when a tall, broad man with a beaming smile opens the door, “Sprout, you made it!”

He exclaims as he brings Caitlyn into a massive hug. Caitlyn squawks a bit at the strength but hugs the handsome man back. You just awkwardly stand there biting your lip, stopping your intrusive thoughts of jumping out the window. You'll probably break an ankle, but it'd be worth it.

A rhythmic thump breaks you out of your stupor and you see an incredibly attractive man come up to you. He's tall, lean, and has the most beautiful bone structure you've ever seen. His eyes are like molten gold.

He quirks an eyebrow at your admirative glance and holds a hand out, the other firmly holding onto his cane, “You must be Miss. Kiramman’s friend. My name is Viktor. Welcome to the lab.”

You hesitantly go to shake his hand. His palms are cool compared to yours. He's got small calluses everywhere yet his hands are deceptively soft. You ensure you have a good grip on his hand, you were taught a lousy handshake is quite insulting.

A hand is brought down onto your shoulder and you almost gasp in shock, “I’m Jayce.” the tanned man states as Caitlyn tries to fix her ruffled hair. Wow, they are like siblings. Especially since Caitlyn has a sneer on her face as she elbows Jayce in the ribs; effectively causing him to crumple a bit.

You bite your lip and lightly giggle, Viktor shoots you a fond look as he ushers everyone into the lab.

A casual conversation is held before Caitlyn leaves so that you, Jayce, and Viktor can talk privately. You're tempted to screech at her to stay. But you don't.

The atmosphere in the lab is a bit awkward as Jayce just blurts out, “So… What was that video about?”

“Jayce!” Viktor lightly scolds, “You have no tact.”

You choke on an inhale of breath, causing a coughing attack. Jayce pats you on the back, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

“I—uh. Well, I was functioning on about four hours of sleep after two back-to-back exams, and before that, I had an exam on each previous day. So I wasn't in the right mindset when that girl came up to me and asked… that question. I didn't even hear the question fully before I… y’know… answered her.”

Jayce lightly pouts as Viktor shoves his tongue into one of his cheeks, “So… you wouldn't smash us?”

You accidentally bark out a laugh before slapping a hand over your mouth, “I’d be an idiot to say no. But, if we're going to work together… mixing pleasure into it never goes well.”

Viktor and Jayce share a loaded look, “Well…” Viktor's accent purrs out, “If you ever change your mind… you know where to find us.” The man that just rocked your world just casually walks to his desk, his cane rhythmically thumping against the marble floor of the lab.

Jayce drags a hand on your lower back as he shoots a wink over his shoulder, ushering you to the blackboard.

Maybe you being braindead and blunt worked out for you in the end.

[l-starsz]

reader innocently sucking on a lolipop /ice cream and g!p billie getting hard and turned on and makes reader suck her cock the same way she was with the lolipop / ice cream (dom billie)

a/n: i could’ve wrote this better, i hope it’s okay😞

i wandered into the room. i’d found a lollipop that i’d got a few days prior, so i was sucking on that as i walked into mine and billies shared bedroom. i noticed her glance up at me, then she looked back towards the tv, and then towards me once again.

i felt her gaze as i began moving a few things back to where they were supposed to be. i continued sucking on the lollipop, feeling billie staring at me for almost the entire time. once i was done, i turned to see her staring at me.

i moved the lollipop around my mouth with my tongue, before speaking.

“what is it billie? why do you keep staring?” i smirked.

i glanced down her body, she was only wearing a baggy shirt and boxers. and i couldn’t practically see her dick pushing against the material of her boxers. this was turning her on.

“you know why i’m staring.” she rolled her eyes.

i walked towards her, placing my hands on her hips.

“tell me.” i smiled.

she reached her hand up, pulling the lollipop from my mouth.

“you’re gonna suck my dick the way you’ve been sucking that lollipop, okay?”

my eyes widened, all my confidence gone, i nodded.

“good girl.”

i pulled her boxers down for her, my hands shaky and i was practically soaking through my underwear. she sat on the edge of the bed whilst i crouched on the floor.

i slowly wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue around. her hand went to the back of my head, holding me in place as i continued swirling my tongue until she slightly pushed me down.

i worked my way down, hearing slight groans come from her mouth once my nose touched her stomach.

“that’s it angel, being such a good girl for me. keep going.”

i carried on sucking as she praised me, her hand still buried in my hair. i worked my mouth quicker, breathy moans falling from her mouth. soon enough, her cum filled my mouth, as she pulled out, she spoke.

“swallow all of it for me.”

i did as she’d told me, swallowing all the cum, but a bit dripped down my chin. i felt her thumb run across my chin, collecting the cum before sliding her thumb into my mouth. i sucked all of the cum off, before she lifted me from the ground, and onto the bed.

“i think you deserve a reward for that, my love.”

i just want to say that this may be the last fic just for a little bit since i have some exams coming up and i also have had a lot going on lately, i need to study so i’ll be kind of busy, i will 100% still be active on here so if i get anything in my inbox i’ll still answer of course, and i’ll most likely be back posting fics in probably just over a week. i love you all🩷

[lavenders388]

i've been hooked on squid games recently, could you possibly do one of the guards or the frontman protecting the reader from dying in a game?? bonus points if the reader gets hurt. please and thank you!! no pressure at all ofc! good luck with college!!

~One Lucky Day~

˚⋆𐙚｡ 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ Pink Soldier x Reader

requested 💌

a/n: sorry for being super slow writing its for the silliest reason ever! my hard gel nails are grown the fuck out and its SO hard to type expect like one million fics in a row when i get these mf knives taken off of my fingers here in a few days!!! as always thank you for all the support!!!<3 -matcha

˚⋆𐙚｡ 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ As you were led through the sickeningly colorful halls- an almost disrespectful contrast to the dark place you found yourself in, your mind raced uncontrollably about what the next game would be. You worried, like everyone else, about whether you would be able to survive and move forward. you looked around as you climbed the pink staircase. noticing how many men there were compared to women. your stomach began to turn thinking about how difficult it would be to compete against those who appeared to be much stronger than you. you tried to calm yourself; thinking about how during the previous game you had an advantage by being able to stop easily and stay balanced. you hoped that in this game strength wouldn't be much of a factor.

as you entered the game hall, your mind began to race a little less. "this doesn't look like it'll be too bad for me." you thought, noticing that there wasn't a whole lot that the set gave away; just two rainbow circles. "it looks like a track, maybe this will be more like red light green light again." you pondered; the thought of a more agility-based game making you feel more confidently. the recorded voice echoed within the hall as you were instructed to form groups of 5. The thought of being in a group also aided in soothing your fears, knowing that whatever ability you lacked there were other players with you to make up for it.

you eventually found your group, finding it hard to be accepted due to not being male. your group- 3 women and 2 men- ended up being picked to go dead last. you all breathed a sigh of relief- agreeing that this could be a very good thing, you weren't going first, and you had the most time to prepare. you all got to practice your individual mini-games, and you were able to calculate what the other players struggled with more and how to better handle that without wasting too much time. as you and the rest of the crowd cheered for the other groups, you began to feel more confident about the game.

finally, it was time for the two last groups to compete. you were happy to be closer to the end of this horrible place, but you trembled with the thought of what would happen if your group wasn't time-efficient enough. the other group- very kindly you thought- agreed that they would be cheering you on and you them; referencing to the lack of cheering crowd the other groups had. this gesture made you feel supported- and ready to compete in what would hopefully be the last game before you got to leave.

as your group moved through all of the mini-games, your heart sank realizing how little time you all had to spare. "fuck." you thought to yourself; not wanting to scare the rest of your team. "okay, we can't afford to mess up on this last one." you said to the man about to attempt the last game. you tried to sound encouraging. to hide your fear in a way that might help that man. with 5 seconds on the clock, you watched the other team cheer in relief as they completed the game and got to leave. your team wouldn't make it, your skin crawling as you came to the sinking realization.

five... four... three... two... one... you barely heard the recording counting down what you believed to be your last seconds on this earth. you wanted to cry, but you didn't have the time to even do that. as you watched your teammates fall to the ground, you expected the same fate to become of yourself. you felt a bullet graze the side of your upper shoulder; the pain sinking into the muscle like fire traveling through each of your veins. the pain almost distracted you from the conversation you began to overhear as you lied on the rainbow ground with your fallen teammates.

"i missed on purpose so that they'll be fresh." you heard coming from one of the masked guards. "fresh? what the fuck does he mean fresh?" you thought, the type of fear racing within you amounting to more than you've ever felt before. "okay, load them all up like normal." you heard from another guard as the pink-bowed coffins began to be lifted onto the ground beside you. you felt yourself being uncuffed; gently. and then loaded into the coffin. "don't worry. trust me." you almost didn't hear it as he said it so quietly under his breath as you were lowered with care into the coffin.

the lid was closed but not stapled shut like the rest. you didn't get moved either. time stood still as the rest of the guards left with the other coffins. after what felt like hours but was most likely only a few seconds, you saw the lid opening.

"hey just stay quiet, don't freak out or try to run. please just trust me." came softly from the only guard left in the room. you didn't know what it was, maybe just the desperation of having nothing else to do, or maybe it was his voice that made you trust him almost immediately. you lifted yourself out of the box that was supposed to be the last thing that ever touched your body. gingerly, as to not upset the gash on your shoulder. you winced, catching his attention as he began to help you up.

"why- why did you save me? i lost the game." you said, your voice trembling in shock and as the pain traveled up your arm. "i don't know." he said, soundly almost as scared as you were. "I'm so fucking sorry i shot you." your eyes met his, he looked to be near your age. his face was young and soft, with short black hair. he was the type of guy that if you weren't in this place, you would have considered going up to him to ask for his number or something along those lines. "thank you, so much." you said genuinely, your voice softening as you assessed that the situation was safe.

"what do we do now?" you asked him, even though it didn't look like he knew for himself. "ill patch your arm up, and ill lead you back to the other players when its lights out." your second chance at life was shocking; a bit disappointing that you still had to go back to the games. you found yourself not wanting to level him.

"what about you?" you questioned as he began to gently wrap some gauze around the wound on your arm. "ill be okay, they thought you went with the rest of the coffins, and they don't really seem to care about what happens to the players once they've been eliminated." you tried not to think about the last part of his answer. "will i see you again?" you asked, without really thinking about it. you weren't sure how to properly express your gratitude to the stranger who had saved you, and a part of you twinged with sadness about the thought of never looking into his brown eyes again.

"ill look after you in the games." he stated in a way that made you know full-heartedly that he meant it; and would do so.

as he walked you back to the hall you once dreaded returning to, you found yourself no longer feeling any fear at all.

[bloodwrittenletters]

YOU'LL BE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

pairing . . . percy jackson x mortal!fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . birds of a feather! billie eilish

the letter reads . . . roman or greek, mortal or demigod, you and percy jackson were supposed to meet in every lifetime.

warnings . . . angst ( like a lot of it ), slight nsfw ( making out ), survivor's guilt, mentions of ptsd ( post-traumatic stress disorder), cursing, comedic relief.

a/n . . . can you tell I sobbed my way through this? can you also tell how much I love romance? can you also tell how much i love percy jackson and i took the opportunity of showing it? UGH. anyways!! :pp I hope you all like this and let me know if I should do another part of falling into tartarus ( or if I should make this a little series ), or if I should just leave it at a happy ending ^.^ AND I'M SOOOOORRRY THIS WAS DELAYED, SOME THINGS GOT DELETED AND HAD TO REWRITE A LITTLE 😭😭😭 alsooo this isn't very accurate because i haven't read the hoo recently, so apologies and fyi!!! love you all and i hope you enjoy

( thank you to all who waited, and also very much to these people!!! @itzmeme @aliteralhooman @bes2005 @miffysoo @littlecarrot06 )

a continuation of this and second part of this . . .

the truth was that you wanted to cry. but percy needed you, he had called you, he had told you not to cry, and that he loved you. how could you ever break down when your missing boyfriend needed you?

you called annabeth, you told her, you broke down demanding answers to questions your braind suddenly decided to flip on after bating your pretty little eyes away from the insecurity the possibility of percy lying to you; because he always was. percy jackson had too many secrets, so deep in his sould it's like he grew up in a field of thorned roses, and after months of stress and fear you took some scissors and dove head first into the mess that the fucking gods ( yes, there are gods in this plot twist ) had thrown your lovely boyfriend to.

it came down to you, it all made sense. annabeth tried to talk you through it, explain everything and anything that might seem important from her view for you to know, but your brain was too far gone.

percy was borned doomed.

oh, and he was half god, too.

in your brain, every stutter, every night of him waking up in a cold sweat, every dodge of questioning his camp, everything made sense. the scars, the fear in his eyes you used to find before he dissapeared. or even the way you could feel him shake when you kissed him.

your precious boyfriend lived in a world of fantasies you used to read about, he was a demigod! annabeth was a demigod! grover was a satyr!

everything made sense and none at all in the same moment. in a snap of a second you were studying the messy family tree percy had on his dad's side. all meanwhile annabeth worked herself off along with other fellow demigods to craft a warship to travel to fucking california because sadly you couldn't book a flight and go get percy. you had to do it the divine way, you had to sit and watch sally jackson be worried sick, you had to sit and wait as annabeth masterminded her plain, and while all that sitting, you studied!

here's a run of fun facts:

percy's uncle, zeus, left the mother of his namesake, danae, pregnant through a golden rain. percy's cousin and annabeth's mother, athena, made way for herself to be born through zeus skull, after the king of the gods swallowed her mother. kronos swallowed his—

you got the point.

you read every single book about greek and roman mythology you could get your hans on, you memorized names and places and stories and retellings and every single thing that could be helpful. you didn't have the talents to build a war ship...

or much of anything in comparison to all the half-bloods, but you could memorize all and every bit of the gods if it meant you would help percy.

he was your best friend, the one who during the school year would ask his mom for chocolates in case you had cramps during your period, the one who would get in detention constantly to defend you, the one who would sneak out of class to walk you to the next one.

even if he was away, percy always was the safest place you could run to.

and when he turned to your boyfriend, it was like everything was right. kissing him was right, his hand soothing your back when a sad movie hit home was right, percy's face smeared with lipstick was right.

so, when it was his voice calling your name for help, how could you ever not answer?

you and annabeth fought every step of the way. in other circumstances, you knew in your heart she could be your dearest friend, but right now it was playing it nice with her or getting to percy sooner.

and percy won. every single time. there was no other option, it was just percy.

'you can't come with us.' 'i'm going.' 'i said no.' 'i don't care.' 'we have no space for you.' 'i'll sleep on the damn floor if i have to, i'm getting on that ship.' 'you're a mortal.' 'i'll take a knife.' 'that's not enough to keep your safe, this is crazy, you have-' 'i'm going.' 'percy is gonna kill me.'

every day, the two of you found something new to argue over. but, in the end, she took you under her wing and let you come.

something that you couldn't stop thanking her for, whole heartdely, you believed she would throw you over board.

of course, this wasn't for free. you had to learn how to use every weapon on that ship, and have a basic understandament of self defense... and a fire extintor on you in case leo ( another half-blood, one you had learned to befriend ) burst into flames and couldn't turn off.

yeah, you would never be bored with them.

every single moment that you had spent away from him came down on you like an avalanche when you arrived to new rome. there was too much going on, a) the argo ii wasn't allowed on sacred grounds, b) no mortals allowed. and it wasn't like you could change your past and make one of your parents hook up with some god so you were allowed into the grounds of new jupiter.

"terminus," you hissed, feeling panic crawl out of your gut and settle in your throat. "i understand your rules, i understand you're not supposed to let me in your stupid—"

"sacred!" jason butted in, nodding along, trying to calm the waters.

"grounds," you continued like there was no interrumption. because this felt stupid, a boy who belonged in the comfortness of your heart was in there, it was stupid you weren't allowed to go back to him. "someone in there called me, alright? i need to see him."

"no," the god shaked his head, and you almost lanched yourself at him to hurt him in any way you could. jason stopped you. and very deep within you, you knew it was the best desicion.

you turned to annabeth, letting jason and piper try to find some allowance for you. tears pooled in your eyes and annabeth gave you the most broken glance, before focusing on finding you a solution.

the daughter of athena knew well just how head over heels percy was. she wasn't there to witness the whole thing, but she remembered long conversations between herself and her best friend where he couldn't shut up about how pretty your eyes were, or how sometimes two strands of your hair would curl into a heart.

annabeth knew you were important, and she also knew that percy needed to see you as soon as possible before the world met the wrath of a loving boyfriend without his sweet angel near him.

grover probably was going insane with rage and longing back at camp half-blood.

"there must be a way."

"there isn't."

piper sighed, glancing back at you and then focusing on her task. charm speak wasn't working on this guy, maybe a breath taking love story would.

"listen, that girl there in the brink of a break down? her boyfriend has been missing for months, he just dissapeared, and she called her to come get him. his name is percy jackson, and we just need you to let them meet again," piper sighed. she had to twist this more. more drama, more love, more tears. she had to sell this cinema worthy love story to terminus.

"have you ever been in love?"

"pipes—"

"oh, no, right, yeah. so," she hurried to explain, befor terminus took that as an offense and kicked them out completly. "what i mean is that, they're in love! a love so deep that even after months of silence, the called her, knowing that she was the one person he could trust to find him— even after he knew she would find out he lied! she didn't care, she's here, just trying to get through you, she won't do any harm, she just wants to see her boyfriend again."

"it's not going to work on me, daugther of venus."

piper threw her arms into the air, huffing in frustration and taking a step back, murmuring to leo: "do you think we can sneak her in?"

leo frowned, looked back at annabeth and you, seeing you hysterical, rambling about old myths and how unfair this was, and then looked back at piper.

"i don't think we have that choice."

as jason tried his best to find a deal with terminus, percy was deep into camp's grounds, looking away to the war ship at the borders of camp jupiter.

she's here, he thought. she's here, she found her way here, but why is she not coming down here?

by the tick of the second, percy grew more and more impatient. his skin started to act agaisnt himself, an unbereable itch starting in the nape of his neck and coming down his spine. the air started to feel thicker around him, groaning and huffing to himself, ignoring completly the looks hazel, frank and reyna were giving him.

"sit down, percy," reyna suggested.

percy stopped, looked at her, and kept pancing around. it's not that he didn't want to listen to her, more like there was something on his brain that didn't allow him to stop. there was nothing he could to stop himself. he gripped his forearm, nails biting into the tattoo he now had, trying to scratch it off as if that would make you appear in front of his eyes.

he tried. once, twice. hazel scolded at him and he stopped trying, it wasn't working.

"reyna," percy said, and when the ocean green met the dark onyx there was no denying that the desperation would push percy into a very, very bad spot. "they won't let her come down here, will they? she's a mortal so she can't—"

"no, percy, i'm sorry."

percy looked at the sky, and there were string of curses in greek coming from his lips.

"there has to be some way, please, reyna. i can't stand it."

frank looked at reyna like he wanted to help percy plead his case.

hazel pointed at something, and in a moment, percy was nowhere in sight in any of the three.

you sneaked in, somehow, some way. maybe aphrodite ( or venus, at this point ) had taken mercy upon you. she had looked at the situation and just pull the right strings to get you running right into percy's arms.

where the greek crew of argo ii still tried to come up with some solution, you were running with all your force towards the love of your life. your boy. your love.

it didn't matter on what life time, or how, when, why. you and percy met, every single one of them where your sould would meet his and tangle in a way that no matter what twist and ties were cut, nothing could do the two of you apart. hera tried, and she did really hard, but little did you know that percy never forgot you.

in his mind there was no memory of who he was, what his name was. nothing, absolutely blank, there was nothing in there but your name, the pink of your lips, the way your hands felt around his. all of those memories of you balmed up with the lipstick stains he knew you would leave all around his skin.

and he knew that he didn't mind it, he loved it. he would get them tattoed on his skin if they weren't already so in his heart.

your arm stretched out, and your boyfriend grabbed your hand. there were shouting behind you, and when gasps filled the background, percy and you were kissing.

it was slow, there were tears, his hands trailed up and trailed down, his forehead resting agaisnt yours as his hands gently mapped your skin, memorizing it again, looking if there were changes, hoping that it was warm under his finger tips as it always was.

you felt even better than his memories.

"h-hi, angel," he sobbed, attempting to kiss your tears away, but there was too many, maybe because some of his mixed with yours, melting together in the same kissing scene as the two of you were doing right now.

percy had grown taller, your tippy toes weren't enough to meet his lips. his hair was longer and some strands looked like gold under the sunlught, he smeled like the ocean--- and when you breathed agaisnt his lips and felt the relaxing, familiar scent you sobbed all over again., his lips were softer ( maybe for being untouched for so long ), and his eyes were the same. the same ones you so much loved, just more wet now.

you sniffled, and cupped his cheeks before kissing him again. this was more impatient, there were more sighs and huffs from the both of you, and percy sneaked one of his arms around your waist and set his hand politely on your hip, before slowly taking up the weight.

you were basacally flying, and all in his arms. you let out a happy sob.

"hi, baby."

you rested your forehead agaisnt his, noses pressed softly agaisnt each other's. every breath you let out, he took in, his lungs tainting of glitter and butterflies. every breath percy let out, you took in, and your smile widened when your lungs filled with relaxation and love.

"i love you," percy promised. "every piece of me— loves you."

"i love you, too," you kissed the corner of his mouth gently, before returning to your original spot. "i don't think my heart is inside my chest anymore."

percy frowned. "you're going to be sweet, aren't you?"

a smirk crept into your lips, once that you had seen percy wear before, right when he said something snarky and stole a little peck from you.

"i think my heart is in here," you tapped your fingers over his chest, beneath the obvious banging of percy's heart. "hugging yours, kissing yours."

percy kissed you before you got the chance to steal his lips away.

"love you," you both whispered into the other's mouth, before percy slowly eased you back to your feet, but never backing away more than a couple inches, his eyes clear on yours, full of love, and a smile that created three dimples. two on his right cheek, and a tiny one in his chin.

"angel?"

"hmm?"

"i think we just made out in front of a lot soldiers."

"... and i think i sneaked in."

percy laughed, ignoring the glances. he felt them now, but he was too busy to care. "you think?"

"i'm innocent, your honour, i just wanted my boyfriend."

percy pressed three quick kisses to your lips. before a yell of his name threw him off of cloud nine. annabeth chase... she was gonna kill him.

"that can't be good."

you kissed all around his face, not minding one bit what was happening around you. it was your right to do this, if anyone had an issue with you kissing percy, they could go fuck themselves.

"i love you, my lovely boy."

[voxslays]

Pspspsps; not sure if you take requests... But if you do, can you write like. Vox pining and having a mega crush on the reader? However, the reader is taken. so Vox keeps seeing all the sweet, adorable things they do for their partner and is like 'why can't that be me? why am I stuck with Valentino goddamn it"

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

It started as a regular day for Vox—dealing with the Vees PR and HR departments, watching his cameras, and making sure the company sailed smoothly. That was until he saw a pretty doll hanging off the Radio Demon’s arm. Who was she? Since when had Alastor ever let anyone get that close to him?

It didn’t matter. Vox had now made it his personal mission to find out more information about you. He spends the day in his monitor room voogling (googling) your name and stalking your social media accounts. He can’t help the rage he feels when he finds out you’re dating Alastor—yet he doesn’t know why he feels that way.

Over the next week, he goes out of his way to bump into you in the street when Alastor is busy with other ‘things.’ At first, Vox was angry that Alastor had chosen you over him—but as he gets to know the kind, funny, and interesting person you are, he can’t find it in his software to hate you. How could he?

He watches the cute and small things you do for Alastor every day. Fetching his morning coffee, helping him cook, placing the daily newspaper on his ‘designated’ chair in the lobby, and slowly falls in love with you for that. Vox can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have such a domestic relationship with you…a relationship that is nothing like the one he has with Valentino…

Vox and Valentino are very off and on—really only being on when Angel won’t talk to Val. Vox has grown tired of being someone’s second choice and feels even worse when he sees you with Alastor. He can’t help but think to himself. ‘Why am I stuck with Val? Why can’t you just love me back?’

HAPPY ENDING ~

Alastor is a very busy (and also self-serving) man. While he does love you, I do think canon!Alastor would chose himself first in most situations. And that’s not even talking about sex. As we all know; Alastor is ace, meaning his sex drive is practically non-existent. Most of the time Alastor doesn’t even care to talk about the subject with you—and the only time you get any action is during his seasonal ruts, and he hates physical touch.

So after a fight with Alastor about how he refuses to show love through physical touch, you conveniently find Vox out on the street and the two of you talk at a local café. Vox lets you rant to him about Alastor and advises you break up with him—which you go back to the hotel and do.

Vox then offers you a job as his assistant, which you eagerly accept. Over the next few months, Vox will do everything in his power to woo you over—not to show off to Alastor (although that is a nice benefit to having you as a partner)—but because he is genuinely in love with you.

In the end, if he is able to pull it off, I think you would both be in a way happier relationship.

A/N: sorry if this is kinda bad…I haven’t posted in a bit because I was redoing all of my masterlists lol. I might one day turn this into a full fic, but for now I hope headcannons are okay. Thank you! <3

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi!! This might be a weird request, but I hope it's not too confusing: I love Destiel, but I get really frustrated trying to find fic where one or the other character isn't super confident/smug/Dommy most of the time. To be honest, I'll always be hung up on that scene at the end of It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester, with the two realising their similarities in chasing after absent father figures. Could you rec any fics where they're both damaged and vulnerable and learn to be kind and open?

Hello there!

Here are a few that might fit:

don't care where you've been by thanks_tacos (Explicit, 328k words)

Dean's life is finally changing. After years of enduring Alastair's abuse, the alpha dies and Dean's married off to the next alpha the system pairs him with - Castiel. The man is strange and distant, but not exactly bad, and Dean's determined to be on his best behavior and not mess up the chance he was given. Soon enough, though, he fucks up anyway and has to call the alpha for help. Castiel's lived his entire life without an omega by his side, and he was fine with that. He doesn't know how to proceed once he's suddenly married to a beautiful man who's obviously been through a lot. Omegas were always a confusing subject to him, so he tries not to interfere much - neither of them is there by their choice. But when Dean calls for help, he understands he's going to have to set some things straight and engage more.

Everybody Needs the Light by opal_bullets (Mature, 46k words)

In the summer of 2005, a gruesome hunt leaves a lonely and hurting Dean to take refuge in a remote Minnesota motel. He only means to stop for the night, yet finds himself compelled to stay. Maybe it’s the old, well loved lodge, or his cozy little cabin, or the spectacular views off the cliffs of Lake Superior. Or maybe it’s Castiel, the guy who runs the place. Dean’s falling for him fast, but there’s more to complicate the matter than the family business. Something strange is afoot in the Northwoods…Is Cas just caught in the crossfire, or is he the one standing at the center of it all?

First by FriendofCarlotta (Explicit, 25k words)

Romance novelist Castiel Novak is recovering from an addiction to painkillers and he’s struggling to settle back into life post-rehab. His therapist suggests visiting a local farm where anyone can spend an hour or two in the calming company of rabbits. The farm’s owner, Dean, is himself a recovering alcoholic… and a huge fan of Castiel’s books. A story of recovery, romance and rabbits, told in a series of firsts.

For Evermore by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 110k words)

There's no place like home. This was a line Castiel used to know by heart when he was a kid, watching The Wizard of Oz and believing fairytales were real. At thirty-one years old, he isn't a kid anymore, and it has been twelve years since he has known what home feels like. Twelve years. That's when his world had come crashing down and he had left his hometown, Holly Springs, with the broken pieces of what he once was to build a new life in San Francisco. But as circumstances force him to come back to the only place he swore he would never return to, Castiel is finally forced to face everything he once knew and loved. Especially when said everything is made of spring-green eyes and a stardust of freckles, wrapped in all the memories Castiel was not able to erase from his heart. After twelve years, Dean is as mesmerizing as Castiel remembers, but the scars of what was broken still run as deeply as the marrow of his bones, and Castiel will do everything he can to protect himself. After all, his favorite movie also taught him that 'until hearts can be made unbreakable,' he can’t listen to his own.

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster (Explicit, 94k words)

Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?

IPAMIS OL OLPRIT by emmbrancsxx0 (Explicit, 56k words)

The Winchesters, Castiel, and Jack discover the Men of Letters hid away a weapon that may be able to kill Michael. The only problem: it can only be used with John Winchester's blood. When Rowena performs a spell to temporarily bring John back, Dean runs into another problem. His father doesn't approve of his angel, and Castiel isn't too impressed with John either.

Nine Times We Met (And One Christmas We Parted) by almaasi (Explicit, 54k words)

On the last day of school before Christmas vacation, Mr. Castiel Quinn discovers that one of his young students has smuggled male pornography into the classroom. Upon being told that the photos belong to the boy's uncle, Castiel vows to himself that he will keep the other man's preferences a secret. It's 1947; a man experiencing attraction to another man or fantasising about his sexual touch are transgressive faults, which could potentially result in imprisonment - or worse. But then the uncle walks in. The photos are of him: Dean Winchester, a rogue with an empty pocket and a child to feed. Castiel doesn't know it yet, but his life is never going to be the same again. Years pass between chance meetings, but even though they live their lives apart, Dean and Castiel's story is proof that absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.

six hundred sundays (and many more) by sobsicles (Mature, 15k words)

Dean starts falling in love with him on a slow Sunday morning under slanted sunlight that slips through the gaps in the trees.

Solitudes by ilovehowyouletmefall (Mature, 21k words)

Dean and Castiel understand each other more than anyone else. They misunderstand each other more than anyone else as well. After Cas is nearly killed by Ramiel, Dean is coming very close to acknowledging that he wants something more from Cas than friendship. Cas, however, feels the weight of his responsibility very heavily. When Dean asks Cas to stick around longer, Cas says he needs to keep looking for Kelly, leaving Dean feeling dejected. But Cas agrees to help out on one more hunt before he leaves. Neither him nor Dean realize that the monster they're after can make their worst nightmares come true. OR: Dean thinks Cas is killed. Cas is there to witness the aftermath.

Something by the Sea by destielpasta (Mature, 30k words)

After suffering the horrific cost of being cured from demonhood, Dean and Cas settle down in the small town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, buying a run-down shack near the beach to call their own. Dean attempts to get into a normal routine– fixing up the kitchen, chopping wood for the fire, and picking out paint colors– all with the pleasant backdrop of Cas’s company and a beach fifty feet away. These things prove themselves to be fragile, however, and the past haunts Dean in the form of nightmares and strange phone-calls from an untraceable number, along with the far-from-innocent history of their new house.

The Evil that Men do by MalicMalic (Explicit, 174k words)

When Dean learns his girlfriend found the man that raped her all those years ago, he is ready to make him feel the exact formation of Dean's knuckles, but Bela had some other ideas in mind. Dean is not what you might call a good guy, but even some things are too much for him. And then the worst thing happens - Dean learns they made a mistake. The guilt will consume him, making him change his foul path, but nothing will ever seem enough, even when he gets a chance for redemption.

The Greatest of These by DoctorProfessorSong (Teen and Up, 9k words)

When Jack pulls Cas from the Empty, his vessel is damaged. Jack is working on it. In the meantime, Cas is stuck hanging around the bunker in his Trueform. In other words, the fic where Dean takes Trueform!Cas on little dates and the author has way too much fun with angel lore

[bapeach]

My nerd - part 2

This is the second and last part of "My nerd"! You can find part 1 here. It's my longest story yet so I hope you guys like it. Also i really appreciate all the support on the first part! Special thanks to the person who asked for a second part, you made my day :D Once again sorry for any possible mistakes. Let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Pairing(s): Nika Mühl x female!reader Word count: 4.9k+ Summary: You finally get to take Nika on a date and do your best to impress her. (Spoiler alert: it works) ------------

Waking up the following day, you had a grin on your face. Nika was lying on top of you, fully wrapped in your arms, snoring away. You smirked a little. The brunette’s snoring was the perfect teasing material, something you could quip back with when she inevitably brought up your nerdiness.

Looking over at your alarm clock, you see that it’s still pretty early. The Croatian girl probably wouldn’t be awake for another hour or so, which was just fine by you. You took this time to fully take her in. Her hair was a bit of a mess, most of it sticking out of her ponytail. You could still see some leftover mascara on her eyelashes, some having flaked off onto her cheeks. You were glad she let you take most of her makeup off before bed, knowing she hated falling asleep with it still on. Your eyes trail further down to her lips. You can’t believe you stopped her from kissing you yesterday. Her lips looking so soft and kissable. But you were also glad you did, not wanting her to regret anything and knowing that she was too drunk to properly consent.

You hold the smaller girl close, tracing shapes on her back. You really hoped she remembered everything that had happened the night before. You really wanted to take her out on that promised date, already having some ideas on what you wanted to do. You wouldn’t even mind her remembering the teasing and the way you looked with glasses and sleepy eyes. She’d probably poke some more fun at you with that stupidly hot smirk of hers, laughing to herself like she’s the funniest person in the world. You’d roll your eyes and act annoyed, but secretly you’d love it because her laugh is your favorite sound in the world.

You cuddle Nika for a while, thinking of all the things you had to do to get ready for your date (assuming she still wanted to go, that is.), before begrudgingly getting up. While staying in bed with your crush for the rest of the day sounded amazing, you had stuff to do. You make sure she’s tucked in and comfortable before giving her a kiss on the forehead and walking over to the bathroom. After grabbing her some painkillers for the headache she’ll no doubt have and a bottle of water from your fridge, you place them on your nightstand. You take a piece of paper, writing, “Good morning! Take these for your headache :) I’m in the kitchen making breakfast. X Y/N”, just in case she woke up before you returned. You get ready as quietly as you can, trying not to disturb the sleeping girl.

In the kitchen, you silently start grabbing everything you need to make the perfect hangover cure: avocado toast and a dippy egg. You’d partied with the team enough to know what each of them liked after a long night out, so you made sure to add a few strawberries, some of Nika’s favorite hangover fruits. Every so often, you’d pause, listening to your quiet dorm to make sure you didn’t accidentally wake her up. Knowing she’d wake up in your room, surrounded by your geeky stuff, you figured you’d go all out. You grabbed the egg cup in the shape of a Tardis out of your cupboard with a smirk, knowing Nika will have a field day with it.

Once you finish getting the avocado toast and the soft-boiled egg ready, you go over to the sink to start cleaning the fruit. As you’re almost done washing the red treats, you feel arms snake around your waist. You jump a little, not having heard the brunette as you were too busy trying to decide which flowers to buy for your date. Nika leans her forehead between your shoulder blades and groans a little before muttering a “G’morning”. You grin, her adorable accent prominent in her sleepy voice. You dry your hands on a towel before sliding them over her arms and settling them on hers. “Good morning, Niks. Did you sleep well?” you say softly, not wanting to hurt her head even more. “Mhm,” she hums. “Your head feeling alright?” you ask, smiling at how domestic all of this feels. “I could definitely get used to this,” you thought to yourself. “Ugh, I’m never getting drunk again,” she complains, but you both know she’ll be drinking like there’s no tomorrow the next time your team goes out again.

You turn around when she loosens her grip, sending her a smirk. You glide past her to put the rest of breakfast on the table, pulling out a chair for her. You sit down in front of her, grabbing your own plate before eating in a comfortable silence, waiting for Nika’s headache to pass. Noticing the nerdy egg cup, she laughs a little, shaking her head in amusement. You beam at her, sending her a mischievous wink. You don’t bring up yesterday’s flirting and teasing, slightly nervous, wondering if she remembers it and if she meant all of it. Looking up from your toast, you see that the Croatian is already looking at you with that cute smile of hers, eyes twinkling. You raise an eyebrow at her with a smile of your own present on your face.

“So,” she starts, “the best date of my life, ey?”. “Yes, ma’am,” you grin. She rolls her eyes at the title. “Okay, so, where are we going?” she questions, leaning forward a little. “Can’t say,” you smirk, “it’s a surprise.” She groans, leaning her head back in playful exasperation. You chuckle at her reaction but don’t give in. “So, are you free tonight?” you ask, excitement starting to bubble up in your chest. She looks back at you, tilting her head and scratching her chin with a smile, pretending to weigh her options. “Hm, I guess I could clear my schedule for you,” the girl says as she starts smiling widely, not being able to keep a straight face. You could see she was excited, though, not being able to sit still anymore.

“Good,” you stated. “I’ll pick you up at 6:30.”. Nika looks at you with her nose scrunched. “You’re really not gonna tell me, are you?”. You send her another wink before getting up to start putting away the dishes. “Can I at least know what I’m supposed to wear?” she challenges. You think for a moment before replying, “Nothing too fancy, something comfortable and casual… oh, and bring something warm.”. “Hmmm,” she hums, racking her brain about what you could have planned. You only look at her with a twinkle in your eyes, stretching your arms above your head as you get ready to part ways with the brunette until tonight. Your old shirt rides up a bit as you do, making a sliver of your stomach show. Nika’s eyes immediately dart to the exposed skin, your slight V-line on display. She swallows thickly, flicking her eyes back at the table before looking at you. You look at her smugly, letting her know you caught her staring. 

Pursing her lips in playful annoyance, she gets up and starts walking towards your bedroom to get her stuff. You let her go, smiling in amusement. You quickly wash the dirty dishes before meeting Nika near the door. You grab her in a tight hug, your arms around her lower back as she wraps hers around your neck. “I’ll see you tonight,” she mumbles against your chest. You loosen your grip and reply with a grin, “See you tonight, princess.”. She flicks your head with an eyeroll at the term of endearment. The brunette starts walking away into the hallway and disappears around a corner with one last smile and wave. 

Alright, it’s go time.

The first thing you do is grab your phone to call the nearest flower shop. While you knew red roses were classic date flowers, you had something else in mind. You remembered a conversation between Azzi and Nika you overheard a while back where they were talking about their birth flowers. You recall hearing Nika say she thought hers were cute, so you ask the lady on the phone to make you a beautiful bouquet of white daisies. 

Once you’ve ordered the flowers, you hang up and walk back to your room. You already knew where you wanted to take her and what you wanted to wear, so there wasn’t really that much you could do until then. Since time always feels extremely slow when you’re excited for something, you figure you should do something useful with your time. You get dressed in some comfortable clothes before grabbing your keys and walking to your car. Before driving to the flower shop, you stop by the bank to make sure you have enough money on you for the date. Having collected the flowers, you drive back to your dorm, putting them in a nice vase for tonight.

Looking around and seeing there’s not much else you can do, you grab your laptop to finish off some homework you had ignored yesterday. You weren’t exactly in the mood to do it right now either, but you needed some kind of distraction, knowing you’d just be pacing around in your room all day otherwise.

Before you knew it, it was time to get ready. You grabbed your nicest black shirt (which was a little tight around your biceps. You hoped you’d be able to catch Nika staring again), as well as your black pants and belt. Putting on your favorite chain and spraying your nicest perfume, you look into the mirror. You smirk a little. Damn, you look good. You walk over to the door, putting on your new sneakers before grabbing the bouquet as well as your wallet, keys, and treasured leather jacket. You walk towards Nika’s dorm, hands slightly clammy with a heart that feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest. Reaching her door, you breathe in deeply, rolling your shoulders back and standing up a little straighter.

Knock knock.

The door opens as Paige appears with an amused smirk. “Well, well, well, look who we have here,” she grins. You roll your eyes with a smile of your own at her goofiness. Stepping aside, she lets you in before walking in front of you again and crossing her arms. She puts on a fake serious face and questions, “What are your intentions with my twin?”. You want to keep a straight face and play along, but you can’t, your lips curling into a smile.

“Leave my date alone, P.” you hear from behind you as Nika and Azzi walk out of the bathroom. You turn around, your mouth dropping open as you feel your heart skip a beat. Wow… Of course the Croatian always looked beautiful, but she looked like an actual goddess right now. She wore her army green crop top, her toned stomach on display. A new belly button piercing glinting in the light. A pair of black cargo parachute pants fitting her just right. You can see she’s wearing her signature number 10 necklace as well as a few dainty rings.

“You okay over there, L/N?” the brunette says with a smirk, but you can see a blush covering her cheeks as she looks you up and down. You close your mouth before clearing your throat and smiling softly at her. “You look beautiful, Niks,” you say, stepping forward to hand her the flowers. She takes them, her eyes crinkling with how much she’s smiling. “Thank you,” she breathes, taking a step closer to give you a hug. You wrap your arms around her waist, breathing in her perfume, warmth spreading in your chest. You two stand there until you hear Paige playfully clearing her throat. You let the smaller girl go before looking over to see Azzi give the blonde a playful push as she shakes her head. Nika walks over to Azzi, giving her the bouquet to put in a vase before you two say your goodbyes and start walking to the car.

Making quiet conversation, you reach the car, opening the passenger door with a grin. “M’lady,” you say, making the brunette laugh. “Oh my God, you nerd,” she says, her eyes twinkling in amusement. Once you get in the car, you start driving to your destination, letting Nika control the music. As the soft melodies start coming through the radio, she turns to you. “Okay, we’re on the way to our date spot now. Does that mean you’ll finally tell me where we’re going?”. You take your eyes off of the road to cast a quick glance at her. You smile, opening your mouth to reply as you see her lean a bit closer, eager for you to end the suspense. “Nice try,” you grin, looking back at the road. She groans, “Oh come onnn, please?”. You don’t look at her, knowing you couldn’t say no to her when she had that adorable, small pout on her face. You chuckle at how cute she’s being before replying, “You’ll see in about 30 minutes.”. 

You spent the next half hour talking about everything and nothing, relaxing the longer you were driving. Because you’re with Nika. The first girl to approach you when you joined UConn, a smirk on her face as she started teasing you right away. The same girl who always fell asleep on your shoulder on bus rides, drooling a little. She was your best friend, so it was only natural you felt calm in her presence. 

As you came to your destination, you looked over at Nika, who had yet to realize you had parked the car. You continue listening to her rambling, looking at the way she’s waving her hands around to emphasize her point. Feeling your staring, she looks over at you, her cheeks becoming a beautiful pink at the look of adoration in your eyes and the realization that she’s been babbling non-stop. She looks away a little embarrassed before whipping her head back to you, eyes wide as she beams at you. “The fair?”. 

You smiled at her before getting out of the car, walking over to her side to open the door for her. You’d been wanting to go to the fair with her for ages and knew this was the perfect date idea. Nika had always been competitive and loved challenging people, so what better place to take her to than a fair full of games? While you knew a lot of the games were rigged to make people keep playing without gaining a lot, you had your own tricks up your sleeve. Being a nerd has its advantages.

You two enter the fair, looking around at the beautiful lights as you smell the sweet treats being made. You stroll around a bit at first, not touching but walking close enough to feel each other's body heat. Finally deciding to play some games, you walk up to all the different booths. There’s not a single moment where you’re not smiling. Grinning whenever the confident girl cockily told you she’d win a game and smirking whenever you won. You were teasing each other nonstop, and that’s exactly how you liked it. Loving to see the playful side of the shorter girl instead of the fierce side you usually saw on the court. 

Nika stopped talking in the middle of her sentence, making you look at her in confusion. Seeing her with a wide smile on her face, you follow her line of sight to a booth with a basketball game. You look back at her with a smirk, noticing her sporting one of her own. “Oh, you’re going down L/N.” “In your dreams, Mühl.”

You two quickly walk over to the bored-looking worker, handing him some money, before turning to each other. “So… it’s finally time to see who’s the better basketball player,” you muse. “We already know who the better player is, Y/N; let me show you how it’s done,” she grins before turning towards the hoop, trying to get as many points as she can in the time she was given. You gotta admit, it was very attractive seeing her shoot hoop after hoop, not missing a beat. After the timer went off, she looked back at you with a smirk, patting your chest as she walked past you, “Good luck.”. You try to shake off the slight haze you’re in, feeling extremely attracted to how confident the girl is. You roll your shoulders back, cracking your neck. You nod towards the worker, who looks slightly more interested now that he saw that you two knew what you were doing, letting him know you were ready. 

Swish. Swish. Swish.

You score point after point, feeling a little smug as you start reaching the end of the timer, knowing you could beat Nika by a few points if you kept this up. You slow down slightly. While you know the brunette will become almost unbearable if she wins, never letting you forget who the better player is, you realize that doesn’t sound so bad. Besides, you’d do anything to see the point guard smile.

The clock buzzes, showing that you have 1 point less than Nika. You turn around slowly, preparing yourself for the teasing. “Oooh yeah, take that, baby!” she cheers, throwing her arms in the air. You roll your eyes playfully and mutter, “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” but your pulse quickens hearing her call you baby.

After accepting your prizes, you continue to walk around the fair, stopping for food when you two get hungry. You stumble across a few claw machines, walking up to them when you see Nika eye the plushies inside. “You do realize those are super rigged, right?” she mumbles, peering over your shoulder as you crouch down slightly to insert money into the machine. You feel a blush creep up your neck as the brunette leans against you, her chin placed in the crook of your neck. “Oh yeah?” you mutter as you push the buttons, successfully grabbing a fluffy, little elephant teddy. You grin at her, pushing the soft bear in her arms. 

Her cheeks reddening, she asks, “How the hell did you do that?”. You shrug slightly, “I’m a nerd, remember? I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”. You continue wandering around, stopping every now and then for another game or to win Nika another prize. As you’re walking, your hand brushes the brunette’s before she grabs yours, interlacing your fingers. You look down at her with a loving smile as she starts softly swinging your intertwined hands between you two. 

After a while, your arms are full of the teddy bears you’ve won for Nika, making her giggle every time she looks at you, given that she can barely see your face in the pile. “Okay, I think that’s enough stuff,” she snickers. While you’d love to keep impressing her, you agree, as your arms are becoming heavier. (Well… you were gonna agree). You halt in your step, seeing a plushie that you just had to have. 

“Would it be very inappropriate if I won someone else a prize on our date?” you question, eyeing the teddy bear. “Depends,” she smirks.  “Is it for your side hoe?”. You look at her with a mischievous look in your eyes, “Yeah… Paige is gonna love it.”. She snorts a little before replying, “I guess it’s fine then.” Nika didn’t know why you so desperately needed that specific stuffed animal, but she decided to roll with it. You see, the Croatian had her own reasons for agreeing to let you try to win it. The booth you were walking up to had mostly men around it, all trying to assert dominance and showing how manly they are. To win a prize, you had to hang onto a bar for 100 seconds. Of course, everyone knew the game was rigged, but many men still thought they could make the exception and win. 

After paying the worker to play the game, you walk back to where Nika is standing a few feet away from the metal structure. You both watch a few men that were before you try and fail, hearing them huff about how it was unfair and how the workers had messed with the equipment. Once it’s your turn, you hand the girl next to you her prizes and your jacket before sending her a grin and a wink. As you step up to the platform, you hear a few guys laughing at how you, a girl, thought you could do it. They didn’t seem to care how tall and buff you looked, scoffing at your relaxed posture. You crack your knuckles, grabbing onto the bar before giving the booth operator the go-ahead to start the timer. As you hang your weight on the bar, you look over at your date. While you learned how these types of games worked years ago, you were still a tiny bit nervous. Failing wasn’t really an option. Not only would you prove to the arrogant men around you that you couldn’t do it, you’d also look like an idiot in front of Nika, and you really didn’t want that. 

You try not to stress too much, trying to enjoy the way the brunette is looking at you. Her eyes linger on your arms as your muscles are flexed (Thank God you wore that tight shirt). You see her bite her lip before looking back in your eyes with a grin. Even though you’re hanging uncomfortably from a cold metal bar, you can only focus on the beautiful girl in front of you. As the time ticks by, a crowd starts forming around you. You see a few teen girls tapping their friends on the shoulder and pointing towards you in awe. The boys around you quieted down the longer you hung there, slowly beating all of their records. You can tell you’re not the only one that noticed, hearing the booth worker next to you chuckle while you see Nika shaking her head with a grin. You simply grin back, sending her a wink.

Buzzz

The buzzer goes off as the girls around you start cheering. You see a few men with their dates grinning at you with a nod of respect. The men that were so sure you’d lose the challenge start stomping away in annoyance as you let the bar go with one arm to fake a yawn. You put both arms back on the bar, pulling yourself up into a pull-up before letting go of the bar and crossing your arms in satisfaction. You don’t show that your arms feel like jello and like they’re about to fall off. 

You turn to the fair worker as you hear a few girls fawn over you from in the crowd. As you tell the man the prize you want, he looks at you a little confused. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he questions. “Yup,” you grin. Handing you the toy, he gives you a pat on the shoulder before getting the timer ready for the next challenger. You walk over to Nika, smiling so wide that your eyes crinkle. You hold the stuffed animal in front of her and wiggle it a little. A crocodile on a skateboard. 

She doesn’t question why you just had to get Paige that plushie, so you figure last night’s mumbling from the blonde wasn’t the first time she talked about it. You check your watch, seeing as the sky is now fully dark. While Nika still looks very smiley and excited, you can tell she’s becoming a little tired, so you grab the prizes she was holding again and start walking to your final destination. 

While the brunette beside you pretends she doesn’t really care about all the cliché romantic stuff, you know her well enough to know that she does. She’d been eyeing the big ferris wheel all evening when she thought you weren’t looking. You guide the way towards the queue as you see her face light up. “Really?” she asks, looking up at you, her eyes wide. You feel warmth spread through your chest at the adorable look she’s giving you. “What? You didn’t think we’d miss the ferris wheel, did you?” you say, playfully knocking your arm against hers. 

As you’re waiting in line, you see her shiver a little. While you were always on the hotter side, you knew she got cold easily. That’s why you told her to bring something warm. You also knew she’d forget, which is why you brought your leather jacket, the one the shorter girl always jokes about stealing. You shrug off the jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. You immediately see a blush spread across her face as she looks up at you with the widest smile you’ve ever seen. You return the gesture, your cheeks hurting from how much you’ve been smiling all day. You brush your hand against her cheek as you push a few strands of hair behind her ear. You take a mental picture of her, wanting to remember this moment forever. Red-cheeked, slightly drowning in your big jacket. The fact that this was only your first of hopefully many dates made your heart swell.

Once you reach the front of the line, you pay the operator the fee before setting down all the prizes somewhere the worker could keep an eye on them. You grab Nika’s hand, helping her get into the carriage, before sliding down next to her. You admire the beautiful view next to you as you go up. Sure, the whole fair area looked pretty around you, but who could pay attention to that when they had The Nika Mühl next to them? Once you reach the top, her eyes meet yours, sparkling from the charming lights and her own happiness. When the carriage comes to a halt, you grab her hand. She’s already grinning at you before you get the chance to say a word.

“Nika?” you say her name softly. “I-”. You don’t get to say much else before she interrupts you with a beaming smile, “Yes.”. You chuckle, “I haven’t even said anything yet.”. “Well hurry up, you dork,” she teases. You playfully roll your eyes at her before starting over. “Listen, I’ve liked you for a really long time now. When I first saw you, I felt my heart stop for a second. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I knew back then that I was a goner. I started falling for you on day 1 and haven’t stopped since.”

Her smile softens, becoming less teasing and more gentle. You can tell the words are hitting her hard as she squeezes your hand. “You’re extremely funny, smart, caring, and fierce. I’ve never felt like this for anyone else before, and I hope I never do. You complete me in a way no one ever has before. Will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” 

She doesn’t reply at first, choosing to let her actions speak for her instead. She surges forward, grabbing your face as she kisses you hard yet gently at the same time. After a few seconds, she pulls back, still staying close enough that you can hear her whisper over the shrieking from the people on other rides below you. “Yes, you idiot.” 

You grin, leaning back in to kiss her as the ride jolts into motion again. When you step out of the ride, you grab your prizes, letting Nika also hold a few so you can sling an arm around her. Being happy with how everything went, you both agree to make your way back home. When you reach the car you put the pile of stuffed animals in the back, before opening the door for Nika. After putting on your seatbelt, you look over and see the brunette’s tired, yet happy expression and the tiny elephant plushie in her arms. You feel like your heart is overflowing with the love you have for her. 

On the ride home, you guys don’t talk too much, letting the car fill with a comfortable silence. Reaching the campus, you walk her to her dorm with sleepy smiles on your faces. When you arrive at her door, you two pause for a moment, not wanting the day to end just yet. The smaller girl looks up at you, grabbing your face to pull you in for another kiss. You drop everything you’re holding, your hands gripping her waist. You kiss her, pushing her against the door. You feel her gasp against your mouth as you squeeze her hips. After a few seconds, you pull away, pressing your forehead against hers as you pant a little. 

You reluctantly take a step back, Nika following you slightly before pulling back and opening her eyes. You raise your right hand towards her left, which is still holding your face. You grab it, pulling it towards your mouth as you give her palm a feathery kiss. She smiles, letting her arms fall back to her sides. You bend down to grab the toys you’d dropped as she unlocks her front door. Once the door is open, you hand them to her as you wiggle your eyebrows. She chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“Good night, princess,” you grin. “Good night, nerd,” she smiles back.

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Hi I absolutely love your stories. You write the bloodline so well. Could I possibly get a story where jimmy and jey are the readers trainers since she is a up and coming wwe superstar. She is insecure about her body and her in ring skills so whenever shes training jimmy and jey always hype her up. Maybe drew or Kevin say something to the readers about her appearance and in ring work and the usos step in to protect her. They take her back to her hotel room, comfort her and tell her how beautiful she is. She doesn't believe it and they want to show her how beautiful she is to them but she is nervous because this would be her first time. They are sweet about the whole thing and make sure she is comfortable the entire time. Could I also have some sweet aftercare and pet names like sweetheart and babygirl. If you decide to write this I know you will do a great job. 😁

OUUUU I love this idea so much! I hope you like this!♥️

Built For Us (Jimmy X Jey X Black Reader)

CW: SMUT duh, 18+ MDNI, Virgin, Creampie, Unprotected P in V, first timer, pet names, dirty talk, inappropriate language, threesome, happy ending (they care about you fr fr) ♡

Word Count: 7.2k

It’s another early morning in the training facility, and the ring feels like a second home. But today, something feels different. The weight of all the eyes on you, the pressure of expectations, it’s all slowly starting to get to you.

The ropes feel like they’re cutting into your skin as you land a hard fall. You’re were fatigued, burnt out, and nowhere near confident. Sloppy even. You’ve been feeling off for a few weeks now—especially about your body. It’s been hard to shake the nagging voices in your head, telling you that you’re not good enough, not toned enough, not fast enough.

“Come on, Y/N! You’ve got this!” Jimmy’s voice is like a lifeline. You glance up, and there’s Jimmy standing by the ropes, a big smile on his face. His usual playful demeanor is still there, but you can see the determination in his eyes too. Being the older twin, he was always reassuring and made sure to always encourage you when you were down and out.

“Yeah, babygirl, shake it off,” Jey adds, giving you a knowing wink. “You lookin’ stronger every day. Don’t let that headspace mess with your flow.” Then there was Jey, the younger twin who was more serious but also a little flirtatious when encouraging you. You didn’t mind it, in fact you liked it. It started to build your confidence back up a little bit.

You forced a smile. “Thanks, guys,” you mutter, but the insecurity still lingered. You constantly compared yourself to the women in the locker room. Rhea, Bianca, Jade, Tiffany…the list could go on. You wanted to be like them, agile, fierce, praised, and appreciated. But you kept having slip ups, even in training and that constantly lowered your confidence and will to even keep going. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you’re just not…there yet. Every slip-up, every mistake feels like another confirmation that you just weren’t good enough.

After what felt like an eternity of grueling drills, everyone started to wind down, grabbing some water and taking off their gear. Jimmy and Jey were over toward a corner discussing their lines for tomorrow night while taking off their gear and closing their bags. The sweat clung to your skin, your muscles ached, but the pressure to perform was starting to ease slightly. Thank goodness. As you were standing in the middle of the ring, attempting to catch your breath, you heard voices faintly from the side. Drew McIntyre and Kevin Owens, who were observing from there had started discussing some of the newer talent. They actually were giving positive feedback towards the newer talent…that was until you heard your name and those comments made you freeze in place.

“Did you see her match last week?” Drew said, loud enough for you to hear, his Scottish accent thick with slight disdain. “She’s got potential, sure, but her in-ring work? It’s sloppy. I don’t think she’s ready for the big leagues yet.”

Kevin chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, and I mean did you see her arms? She’s gotta put in more work in the gym if she wants to keep up with the others.”

Their words stung, hit you like a punch to the gut, and the shock of it all made you unable to move. You know they didn’t mean it maliciously, but the words still cut deep. You wanted to shrink, to run away, to hide. But instead, you kept your head down, trying to avoid eye contact.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, the self-doubt creeping in. The tears in your eyes welled up and those voices started to make their way inside your head again. You’re not good enough. You’re not strong enough. You’re not pretty enough.

But then, you heard Jimmy and Jey’s voices. They must’ve heard what was being said because they didn’t sound pleased in the slightest.

Jimmy steps forward, his tone sharp and commanding. “Aye, Drew. I heard you had a lot to say uce” he snapped. “You wanna say it to us?”

Jey walks up next to him, his posture just as solid. “You got a problem with her, you got a problem with us uce.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you two going to do about it? Huh? Unlike the rest of the locker room you two don’t scare me.” Drew looked unmoved and even the ‘try me’ expression on his face stayed rigid.

“Plus it’s an opinion. Remember, same way it’s your opinion you’re better than everybody backstage just cuz you’re with Roman.”

Jimmy got closer actually giving a very dangerous look. “Disrespecting her is like disrespecting the family uce.”

“And when you disrespect the family, you disrespecting the tribal chief.” Jey chimed in stepping up closer to the two men with Jimmy.

“And now we got to get you. In the ring, tomorrow night.” Jey kept it short but that mean mugged look he had gave it all away. He was pissed.

Drew and Kevin exchanged a glance, before looking back at Jimmy and Jey scoffing. “Alright, have her watch ringside though, I’m sure she could learn a few things from you.”He said sarcastically having that callous smirk on his face before he and Kevin walked away.

“Man f-“ Jey almost let a curse word slip as he went to go after them but Jimmy held him back. “We’ll get em in the ring uce, don’t worry bout it.”

You had been thinking about what Kevin and Drew said yesterday and it still stung. Their words rang in your ears and played back to back like a song on repeat. You were currently attempting to prep for your match against Bianca Belair, stretching and making sure your gear was in tact. You were called “The Anomaly” and it makes great sense because nothing about you fit the typical mold that most people would expect. You had a moveset as wild as your mindset, you were unpredictable, and with constant training you were constantly evolving even though you, yourself couldn’t see it. That was the irony with your character because truthfully it represents you. Bianca was really strong opponent though and with you being a submission specialist, the goal was to get her off her feet.

While prepping for your match, you heard a soft knock on the locker room door before walking over to it and cracking it open just to see who it was. “Hey, we just wanted to come make sure you was good.” No but damn y’all definitely look good…snap out of it Y/N!

Jimmy had on a regular “Island of Relevancy” shirt displaying him, Roman, Jey, Solo, Sami and Paul in the background of it while holding up the undisputed tag titles. His beard neatly trimmed while the top of his head was overshadowed by the “B/L” cap that he was currently wearing. His tattos looked slightly more faded than Jey’s but they added to how fine he looked. Speaking of Jey…he was also there behind Jimmy. His eyes displayed anger from yesterday still, his lips slightly parted showing the golden grills that draped over his bottom teeth. He was also wearing the same shirt Jimmy was, but it was a crop top that hung a bit high displaying his belly button and brown skin beneath. His strong hands gripped the undisputed tag titles as if they were attempting to run away, his tattoos contorted as his muscles tensed while doing so. You could tell they were both ready for their match based off of their demeanor alone. Damn.

“Aye Y/N, you good?”

“Huh? Oh sorry, I zoned out.” Yeah I bet you did…

“You good? I know you got this match against Bianca Belair and based off the look on your face I know you still thinkin’ bout what happened yesterday.”

“Oh….yeah” you said looking away before opening the door fully allowing them to come in.

Jimmy walked in first with Jey following closely behind, as you shut the door behind them both.

“Don’t listen to ‘em, sweetheart,” Jimmy says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You stronger than that. You gon’ make it, and we gon’ help you every step of the way. Ight?”

“Damn right. You got the heart of a champion, babygirl,” Jey adds, pulling you into a brief hug. “We believe in you. Always have. And always will.”

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders. The Usos had your back, no matter what. You didn’t have enough time to think about it too much though because it was around 7:30 pm and you and Bianca were actually opening the show. Your confidence was low but it was gradually rising higher and higher due to the Usos sweet words and encouragement. “Well, I’d better finish stretching. Thanks for the support y’all I really appreciate it f’real.”

“Aye, no problem. You know we gotchu” Jimmy stated before he and Jey got up heading to the door.

“And remember, you the Anomaly. You different. Keep it like that.” Jey said before him and Jimmy exited the room. You took his words in as you shifted your mindset continuing to prepare for the match.

The arena erupted in a chorus of cheers as Bianca Belair’s entrance music hits. The fans are all in for the EST, and she plays it up, smiling and flexing as she makes her way to the ring with Jade following close behind to cheer her on. Confidence radiated off her, as usual—she was a fan favorite for a reason. But today, there’s an edge to her—this isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. Once Bianca made it to the ring, playing with her ponytail one last time, her music gradually came to a close.

Then, your music hit. The lights flickered, distorting for a second, followed by the eerie screech of the theme song as you made your way down the ramp. There was an unsettling energy in the air as you stepped through the ropes, your eyes locked on Bianca with an unwavering intensity. The fans felt mixed emotions, some cheering, others a little confused, but no one was indifferent.

Just as the bell rings, Bianca immediately tried to overpower you, using her strength and agility to dictate the pace. She hit a few power slams and a shoulder tackle, backing you into the corner. The crowd roars as she starts taunting, using her usual move set, trying to make a point that she’s the stronger of the two.

But you can’t be shaken that easily. You start to counter her every move with a series of elusive rolls and quick reversals, the crowd growing more curious with every step. It’s clear they don’t know how to react—Bianca, the powerhouse, is having trouble keeping up with your unpredictable, almost chaotic style. Each dodge felt like you were in control, bending the match to your will. You thought about Jey and Jimmy’s words of encouragement from training the day before using it to motivate yourself further.

Bianca, frustrated, goes for a KOD (Kiss of Death), lifting you high, but in a split-second, you reverse it with a twisting roll, locking in a modified armbar. The EST was quick to power out, but your eyes flickered with determination, like you’ve unlocked a new level in a video game. This was your moment.

Bianca hits back hard, using her EST strength to bring you to the mat with a brutal suplex. She stalks you for a moment, clearly preparing for something bigger. The crowd senses the impending power move, chanting for Bianca to end it.

But as she attempts another KOD, you counter again. You ducked under the move, using Bianca’s own momentum to launch herself into a quick roll-up, but it’s not enough. As Bianca kicks out, you shift positions, sliding seamlessly behind her. Before Bianca even realizes it, you hit a modified rolling cutter and instead of going for the pin, you immediately went for the submission locking in the Quantum Collapse.

The submission was swift and disorienting. Your legs wrap around Bianca’s midsection in an intricate hold, while your hands pull her arms back in a torturous position. The move feels like time itself is being distorted—there’s no escape. The crowd watches in shock, unsure of how to process what they’re witnessing.

Bianca tries to fight it, but the more she struggles, the deeper the hold sinks in. Her body starts to shake as the pressure builds, a mix of pain and exhaustion overcoming her. The move is unlike anything she’s encountered, and with nowhere to go, she taps the mat, signaling the submission.

The bell rings, and the crowd went silent for a moment before erupting into applause. You immediately let go once she tapped out of shock as you covered your lips with one of your hands. You stood up as the referee raised your hand, and for the first time, you heard the cheers that had once felt distant. The Anomaly, the strange, enigmatic force, has just made her mark on SmackDown—by defeating the reigning EST of WWE. Even Jade was shocked but looked impressed before crawling into the ring to check on her partner.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat dripping down your face, but there was a moment of clarity. The fog you had been fighting against started to clear. You did it. You beat Bianca. The submission, Quantum Collapse, was executed perfectly—an unexpected, unorthodox move that no one, not even Bianca, was ready for.

As the fans cheer, all you could think about was Jimmy and Jey. How they were probably dapping each other up backstage and screaming at the monitor in support. Especially Jey, he was always the more hype one. You gave yourself a silent acknowledgment closing your eyes relishing the moment that you had proven something to everyone—especially yourself.

But just as you begin to feel that sense of pride, a shadow crossed your path.

Bianca Belair stood in the middle of the ring, recovering from the submission. She stared at you, her expression unreadable at first before she took a step forward. For a moment, the tension was palpable. The crowd started to fall silent, unsure of what was about to happen.

Then, Bianca extended her hand.

“You got me, well played” she says, breathless but with a genuine respect in her eyes. “You’re more than what they give you credit for girl.”

You hesitate for a second, the weight of the moment sinking in, but then you grasp her hand. It’s not just a handshake—it’s an unspoken recognition. You’ve earned this. For the first time in the women’s division, you felt acknowledged. Recognized. And to get that from Bianca of all people, someone you constantly compared yourself too, was a treasure.

Later, as the show continued, you were back in the locker room, your was body sore and your heart raced. The win still felt surreal. You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection almost unrecognizable, but in the best way. You’ve overcome the voices in your head and the doubts that were suffocating you. The Anomaly wasn’t just a name anymore—it’s who you are.

You heard a knock at the door which you answered already knowing who it was.

Jey walked in, a grin on his face. “Told you,” he says, leaning against the wall. “You got this. You showed ‘em tonight.”

Jimmy ended up smiling walking in before gently embracing you. “We proud of you Y/N, you went out there and proved everybody wrong. Now it’s time for us to go and handle some business.”

“Oh yeah, we still gotta get Drew and KO for yesterday, disrespecting you is like disrespecting the family. And you know we don’t play about family.”

“Trust me, I know. But thanks, Jey,” you reply, your voice steady now, stronger than before. You returned Jimmy’s embrace with one of your own before pulling away smiling. “You too Jimmy, I think I finally get it. Look. Good luck in your match tonight and don’t get hurt too much. I still need that encouragement from you two.”

Jey and Jimmy only gave a chuckle in response. “Aye I can’t promise I won’t get too hurt but we’ll still be there for you regardless if we do.”

“It’s bout showin’ up and you know how we is when it come to that.”

“I know you’ll both do great, I’ll be watching” you said not realizing that came out as a bit too seductive.

“Now we definitely winning” Jimmy said before Jey laughed as they made their way out of the room.

The arena was alive with excitement as they prepared for the main event of the night, Jey and Jimmy Uso stepped out from behind the curtain, holding their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. The brothers were adorned in their customary Bloodline colors — black and red, with their gear and titles gleaming under the lights. The roar of the crowd is deafening, with many fans chanting “USO!” and holding up their ones as the duo walked down the ramp, meaning nothing but business.

“The Usos—Undisputed Tag Team Champions, but more importantly, they’re the backbone of The Bloodline. You know Roman Reigns is watching this closely tonight.” Corey Graves commented on ringside.

The brothers got into the ring, raising their titles one more time in unison before settling in their corner. Suddenly the sound of a sword slashing hit and the crowd buzzed as Drew McIntyre’s music hit, followed by Kevin Owens’. The two competitors marched down the ramp, looking as ready as ever for a fight, with Drew’s sword, Angela, over his shoulder.

Michael Cole chimed in, “We know McIntyre and Owens are a force, but it’s hard to bet against The Usos, especially when they have that unmatched unity that only comes with being part of The Bloodline.”

As Drew and Owens enter the ring, the two had a heated stare-off with the champions, and the tension between the two teams could be cut with a kitchen knife.

Once the bell rung, Jimmy and Kevin immediately square off. Owens stepped forward with his typical aggression, slamming a hard fist into Jimmy’s chest, but Jimmy countered with his quickness, ducking under Owens’ next strike and landing a sharp chop to Owens’ chest. Jimmy kept up the pressure pulling Owen’s toward him into a clothesline, knocking Owens to the mat.

“Great offense from Jimmy Uso! The Usos are known for their speed, and it’s showing early on here.” Michael commented.

Owens quickly rolled to the corner and tagged in Drew McIntyre, who immediately used his size and power to take control. He charged at Jimmy with a big boot, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. McIntyre followed up with a brutal suplex, holding Jimmy in the air for several seconds, showcasing his raw strength.

“Drew McIntyre, the Highlander, showing off that raw power that can turn the tide of any match.”

But just as McIntyre took his time showing off to the crowd, this gave Jimmy time to roll to his corner and make a desperate tag to his brother, Jey, who rushed in with a series of quick strikes. Jey went for a superkick to McIntyre, but Drew dodged, and the two lock eyes for a several seconds before charging at each other. Jey ducks under Drew’s attack, tagging Jimmy back in with a smooth double-team maneuver.

The Usos begin to string together their signature moves, using their teamwork to overwhelm both Owens and McIntyre. They execute a beautiful double superkick to Owens, sending him to the outside, and then set their sights on Drew McIntyre.

“This is where the Usos are so dangerous, Michael. It’s all about teamwork, quick tags, and creating chaos.”

Just as The Usos begin to pick up momentum, Kevin rolled back into the ring and caught Jey off guard with a huge super kick, sending him to the mat. Owens then quickly tags in McIntyre, and the two heavyweights double-team Jey. McIntyre hits Jey with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex, and Owens follows it up with a senton bomb.

“Kevin Owens and Drew McIntyre are not letting the Usos get comfortable. They’ve turned the tables!”

Jey tried to fight back, but McIntyre and Owens keep him isolated in their corner. Drew hit Jey with a series of shoulder thrusts into the turnbuckle, each one weakening the tag champion more before tagging in Owens. The crowd is on edge as they watch the Usos struggle to regain control.

Corey spoke into the mic seeing the chaos. “McIntyre and Owens are relentless here. This is tag team wrestling at its finest — wear down the opponent, isolate them, and hit them hard.”

But the Usos didn’t stay down for long. With the fans chanting and clapping for them, Jey found a burst of energy and ducked a clothesline from McIntyre, following up with a superkick that made Drew stumble back. As Owens tried to grab Jey and prevent him from making a tag to his brother, Jey rolled his body around and kicked Owens back. He then crawled to his corner and reached out, desperately tagging in Jimmy.

Jimmy Uso exploded into the ring, hitting a super kick to Owens, then another to McIntyre, who was now on the opposite corner. With the crowd on their feet, Jey found the momentum and quickly hopped back into the ring with Jimmy as Owens was tossed into the ropes. Jimmy quickly made his way behind him picking him up as Jey caught him in the air, hitting their signature 1-D combo on Owens, sending him crashing to the mat.

Corey screamed into the mic. “1-D! The Usos are looking for the win!”

But just as they prepare to end it, McIntyre makes a desperate dive to break up the pin, but Jey kicks him back out of the ring, sending the Scotsman stumbling to the floor. The momentum shifts as Jimmy goes for the Uso Splash.

“Jimmy’s up! He’s going for the splash!” Cole shouted.

As Jimmy leaps from the top rope, Kevin rolls out of the way, causing Jimmy to land on his feet and into a roll. But Jey, now recovered, dives in for a suicide dive onto McIntyre, who was attempting to interfere, knocking both men out of the ring. With Owens down and attempting to recover, Jimmy hit him with a super kick again before climbing to the top rope and hitting a perfectly timed Uso Splash onto Kevin Owens.

“1! 2! 3!”

“DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH! WE BEEN DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH!”

The bell rings as Jey and Jimmy stand victorious, both brothers raising their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. Their theme song hit as the Usos celebrated together, standing tall as the crowd goes wild, chanting their names.

“What a victory for the Usos! They weathered the storm, kept their heads in the game, and secured the win. And just like that, The Bloodline stays dominant.” Corey said.

“The Undisputed Tag Team Champions are unstoppable! The Usos have just put another team to the test — and passed with flying colors.” Michael commented.

As the Usos continue to celebrate in the ring, raising their ones. Roman Reigns made his way out of gorilla raising his Universal Championship from the ramp, signaling that The Bloodline remains at the top of the WWE.

“This is a statement, folks. The Bloodline is stronger than ever, and they’re sending a message to the entire roster: no one is safe from the dominance of Roman Reigns, the Usos, and The Bloodline.” Corey commented a pyro went off in the background.

Later that evening, after their match had ended, you Jimmy and Jey celebrated with each other before Jimmy drove you back to your hotel, Jey being in the back while you were in the passenger seat. The air was cool, the night quiet, and your thoughts were a little less jumbled now. They’re still there, though—the whispers of insecurity, the doubts in the back of your mind. But with Jimmy and Jey by your side, it felt a lot more manageable.

Upon arriving at the hotel and checking in, you three made your way to the elevators before heading to your hotel room. As you all entered the hotel room, and the tension that had been building all day suddenly melted away under the cool air. It was like just being in the presence of Jimmy and Jey took away all your worries, stress, and doubts you had been having. You found a spot on the bed plopping down with a sigh.

“Listen,” Jimmy says, sitting down beside you on the bed, “we know whatchu been going through. Yesterday. Today. We’ve been there. But you beautiful, inside and out. We not just sayin’ that to make you feel better. We sayin’ it because it’s the truth.”

Jey nods in agreement, his voice soft. “You got heart, and a body that’s built for greatness. You just have to see it, babygirl. Nobody else matters.”

You swallow hard, still feeling like something’s missing. “I don’t know… I just felt like I’d never be enough.” Still unsure, you looked down at your hands before seeing bigger and strong hands place themselves into yours. It was Jimmy. “You’re more than enough. Especially to us, so tonight instead of moping. Maybe we can do something that will take your mind off everything.” Jimmy’s hands gently lift your chin so you’re looking into his eyes. “We want to show you how beautiful you are, to us, to everyone who sees you.”

Jey’s touch was just as gentle, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned closer to your ear. “This about you, babygirl. No pressure, no rush. We’ll be patient with you. Only if you’re ready, though.”

Your heart pounds, and the nervousness was almost overwhelming. This would be your first time experiencing something so intimate, and the thought of it sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach.

“A-Alright.”You said attempting to soothe your nerves before Jimmy and Jey went quiet exchanging glances to one another. With the two of them being twins, they had that telepathic connection that only they understood. The seconds felt like minutes before Jimmy looked back at you. “Listen, tonight will be all about you. So try and relax and just let us take care of you. Plus with that win we both got, we still not done celebratin’” he flashed a smile, those white teeth lined up perfectly with his intentions and before you knew it he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You were initially in shock, so much you tensed up but then there was Jey to calm you down. While Jey was the more aggressive of the two in the ring, right now, he was being just as gentle as Jimmy was. Not only did your muscles slowly retract, your worries were gone and your thoughts just went blank. Jey started on your neck his hands rubbing your shoulders before giving you a gentle massage. The attention from them both had you going from thunderstruck to being curious and wanting to take it further.

But Jimmy and Jey took their time, making sure you were comfortable every step of the way. They guided you slowly and gently, showing you that your beauty wasn’t just on the outside, but in the way they care for you, in the way they made sure you felt loved, respected, and valued.

Jimmy’s tongue gently slid over your bottom lip asking you for permission before he slowly collided his tongue with yours the moment you opened your mouth. You weren’t new to what sex and kissing was, it was just the very first time you were doing it. Let alone with two men. Jey was the first to gently slide his hands up your shirt and toss it to the floor as Jimmy slowly pulled away and removed your shoes and pants tossing them somewhere in the room.

Jey unclasped your bra, Jimmy taking it into his hands before tossing that too. The younger twin then made his way from behind you gently guiding you further down onto the bed before you felt your back hit the soft covers of the bed before replacing Jimmy’s lips with his own. His kiss was slightly rougher but you wanted to explore him too, the taste of metal from his golden grills that sat on his bottom teeth…you couldn’t get enough of it. Your tongue moved over his as a moan escaped your lips and your hand instinctively made its way through Jimmy’s hair as you realized he was attacking your nipples with that skilled tongue of his.

Having the both of them was like a dream come true, they both knew what they wanted…no who they wanted and it was you. Jey’s hands slowly made their way down your stomach and into your black panties, his fingers gliding over your clit as he deepened the kiss. Your hips slightly raised as he began to move his fingers around in small circles causing you to moan from the friction and the pleasure. The tent in Jimmy’s pants grew but he was more than willing to wait knowing this was your first time and he wanted to savour every moment just as much as you did. He slowly removed your panties before rubbing his hands up and down your legs before kissing down your stomach and towards your inner thighs just above your entrance. Jey’s hands snaked their way back up to your sides beginning to knead your breasts as Jimmy left a few soft kisses there before starting to stare at your entrance spreading your legs apart slowly as his mouth found its way to your folds, his tongue slowly dragging upwards to your clit swirling his tongue around it before wrapping his arms around your legs. The faster his tongue moved, the more your legs shook and the louder your moans became. Jey stayed beside you the entire time but just as you closed your eyes, the sound of his voice made you snap them open. “Look at me with them pretty ass eyes ma, don’t close em.” He said as he left soft kisses down your neck. “And if you can’t, look at my brother.” He said before stopping just above your nipple before taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

The double stimulation was driving you crazy especially since they were both using their tongues on different parts of your body, but those parts had the same amount of sensitivity which was even worse for you but better for them based on how much you were squirming and moaning. You looked down at Jimmy gripping his hair into your hands, and realizing he was staring at you, those soft yet hungry eyes. My god you loved them. “I-I’m gonna c-cum! F-Fuck, Jimmy!” you moaned out before suddenly bucking your hips and releasing all over his mouth as your legs trembled. He slowly pulled away loving how he had you shaking for him before he and Jey completely undressed themselves in front of you, after Jey had also pulled away from your nipples. Your eyes immediately went to both of their dicks, observing them thoroughly. You had almost forgot that it would be your first time for a second but the thought of it and the size of them made you second guess yourself for a moment. Jey was long for sure but his also had a little more girth than Jimmy’s. It looked thick and pre cum had been leaking from the tip, presumably from the activities that took place. Jimmy on the other hand, his girth was slightly less than Jey’s but his length made up for every bit of it. God damn. He was also leaking pre cum and looked heavy.

“Now babygirl, we can stop anytime. We know this yo first time doin’ this and we do not wanna hurt you. In fact if you feel like you need to stop at any point, tell us your safe word and we will immediately stop what we doin’. Don’t matter what it is.” Jimmy said before Jey also chimed in.

“Nah f’real though, no matter how good shit feels, if you hurtin’, not comfortable, or just can’t take it, we will stop.”

“M-My safe word is Red.” You said prompting a nod from them, slowly sitting up as you spoke. “We gon go slow since it’s your first time okay?” Jimmy questioned before starting to rub his length with his hand before commanding you with a soft turn. “Alright babygirl, turn around for me.” He said before placing one knee on the bed and having his other leg off of it starting to slowly rub his length against your wet entrance getting a feel of it, the moment you turned around. “Ready?”

“Y-Yes” you said as you felt your walls slowly expand before you felt a stinging sensation causing you to wince and Jimmy to instantly stop. “You good?” He asked and you immediately said yes not wanting this to stop. You were already this far and you felt like since this was your first time, it would hurt regardless because you’d never done it. But you trusted the Usos and knew they’d never hurt you. “Y-Yes, keep g-going” you commanded before feeling your walls expand even further, your lower half feeling more full by the second as Jimmy’s dragged out moans and curses could be heard behind you.

“Damn, so tight baby but you taking me so well mmm” he let out a grunt at the end before pulling out and slamming back into you from behind causing the stinging pain that was once there to slowly subside as your walls felt a bit numb at first before being overtaken by nothing but pleasure. Things started off slow, before starting to heat up. Jimmy was plowing you from behind and Jey has his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while lifting your chin slowly. “You don’t gotta shy away from us babygirl, we wanna see all the expressions you finna make.” He said gently petting your face causing it to heat up and make you give an attempt at looking away. “Uh uh, what I say?” Jey still held your chin firm in his free hand before Jimmy chimed in.

“What I tell you bout that confidence mama? Huh?” He said before smacking your ass once and gripping the skin as he pounded you from behind causing you to suddenly let out a loud moan and look up at Jey. “You being so good f’us right now, you know that?” He grunted, his voice low in your ear. “I told you we was gonna treat you tonight didn’t I?” He said slamming his cock in and out of you. You were too stunned to even speak, you couldn’t do anything but let them and the neighbors you three had on both sides of you, know how much pleasure your were receiving. That was until Jey decided that your mouth looked a little too good when it was open, prompting him to fill it with his dick. “That’s right take it all in, ma” he said before throwing his head back as he ran his hands through your ponytail.

Your body was starting to get overstimulated a bit, not use to any of this, but your pussy yearned for more and your mouth only opened a bit wider, prompting Jey to sink his cock further towards your throat. Your moans moved Jey as he began to bob your head, while pushing forward. “That’s right, mhmm” he growled out before looking back at you. His eyes, you wanted to keep eye contact so bad but at the same time, Jey’s stare was different from Jimmy’s. Jimmy’s stare was soft but hungry, like he knew what you needed and was determined to give it to you. Jey’s stare was more intense and seductive, his was also hungry but with how dark his eyes got, it was like he commanded the attention so you couldn’t look away.

Your pussy was throbbing from being drilled by Jimmy and your mouth was salivating all over Jey’s length as he praised you for it. “God damn babygirl, you squeezin’ me tight as hell, you want me to let it out in you huh?” He said before biting his lip showing his top set of teeth. “Mmmphhhff!” You moaned out on Jey’s cock, sending vibrations down the younger twins length. Your orgasm had been building and your legs were shaking below you but you tried so hard to control your release, however, you were too sensitive. So sensitive that Jimmy decided to test the waters and reach down to rub your clit anyway knowing this while giving you back shots. You couldn’t take it as your eyes rolled back and your juices spilled all over his cock. Your body tensed up as your lower body shook, your orgasm ripping through you from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Jimmy wasn’t far behind you, you could tell by how much his dick twitched….until he let it out inside of you and moaned in your ear. Your vibrations from the moans you let out were even enough to send Jey over the edge too as he gripped your ponytail and pushed his hips forward, a salty white liquid making its way down your throat as you swallowed.

As all three of you calmed down from your highs, they both pulled out before Jey pulled you close to him kissing you deeply, the aftertaste of him still being on your tongue. But you loved how Jey tasted and that wasn’t stopping you from colliding your tongue with his as he laid down on the bed, pulling your body on top of his, positioning you to where you were now in front of Jimmy’s cock. “Hey babygirl” he said as you pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him to see him stroking his length. If this was a dream, you’d never wanna wake up. Jey had slowly positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing into you for a moment before lowering you down on the rest of his length letting a soft moan slip from his lips.

Jimmy on the other hand pushed his length into your moan holding your ponytail loving how nicely your jaws were wrapped around him. “Eat that up f’me” he whispered before groaning and beginning to thrust his hips forward. Your eyes continued looking up into Jimmy’s as Jey held your hips and began thrusting up wards, his head being just under your breasts watching as they moved back and forth.

Jimmy’s cock was so long it didn’t take much of it before you started gagging once as you felt the tip reach your uvula. You gagged but kept it in your mouth, sucking on it anyway getting your own aftertaste on your tongue in the process but none of that mattered. Not when it came to them. Jey on the other hand gripped your ass with precision before slamming his cock up into you loving how your walls would stretch each time. He could feel every bit of it and that’s the way he wanted it because he wanted you. They both did and they were both getting their way right now.

Your hands wrapped themselves around the part of Jimmy you didn’t have in your mouth as you started to move it back and forth, earning a strained moan from him causing his head to roll back. Jimmy could only grip your ponytail tighter as the sounds of your slurping and your moans from what was happening below, was driving him crazy. You started to bob your own head, increasing your speed as it combined with Jimmy already pulling you forward and moving his hips forward at the same time. “Fuck mannn” he let out as Jey noticed how your walls were clenching onto him further.

“You gon cream on me huh? Go head ma, let me know how much you love this f’real” he said thrusting up into you harder causing your walls to expand further and further each time his dick plowed into you. But Jey he felt that orgasm building and he felt how your walls would expand and suddenly clenching around him each time he would hit that spot. “You like it when I hit that huh? Use them words babygirl” he said knowing how close you were, purposely hitting your g spot over and over again.

“Mhmmm!! R-Ri’ dereee!” You screamed out against Jimmy’s cock as your legs shook and eventually buckled feeling the orgasm you were chasing suddenly crashing into you like a truck. Your entire body, especially your legs could do nothing but jerk as your voice fought to catch up with your breath. Jey could only groan feeling your juices leak all over his cock, causing his cock to twitch. “God damn, babygirl you feel that shit huh? So good f’ me, you deserve a reward don’tchu?” Your eyes were rolled back as your body was still attempting to get over your first orgasm. “Mmhmmpf!!” That last vibration you gave to Jimmy sent him to the moon, his breath became shaky as you felt that warm white liquid pool in your mouth. That salty taste being apart of Jimmy combined with the realization that Jey hadn’t came yet m made your pussy drip even more. Having your mouth full of Jimmy’s dick while being plowed by his twin brother below you made your mind a blank canvas. You only cared that you got what you wanted, and that was Jey’s reward. Whatever it was. Even if it was him painting your inner walls white, you wanted every bit of it. With one last bounce, Jey emptied himself inside of you, leaning his head back as he did. Your moans mixed with his as you felt your insides warm up from his seed. You slowly pulled off of Jimmy’s cock with a soft pop just as Jey lifted you up off his cock after a moment as his cock retracted still being hard from the events that just took place.

Jey didn’t let go of you yet though, his hands still wrapped around your waist as he pulled you down toward his chest attempting to catch his breath. He began placing soft tender kisses on your forehead and cheeks before gently wrapping his free hand around your cheeks. “You did well f’real and you’re beautiful as fuck. Ight, anytime you think you not. We gon remind you of this, and it might not be just talking bout it either.” He commented before gently laying you in between him and Jimmy who crawled on the bed beside you and Jey still panting slightly.

“Yup and remember what we said bout that confidence. It’s in them eyes too” he said winking at you. He was so playful like he wasn’t just dicking you down a second ago, damn you Jimmy.

After the tenderness and care, as you lay together, the room quiet and peaceful, Jimmy and Jey make sure you feel completely comfortable, taking the time to pamper you. They held you close, kissing your forehead, stroking your hair as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“Sleep well, babygirl,” Jey says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You more than enough, just remember that. You perfect the way you are.”

Jimmy pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around you. “We gotchu, sweetheart. Know that.”

As you drift off to sleep, surrounded by their warmth and protection, the insecurities begin to fade away, replaced with a newfound sense of self-love and acceptance.

Fin❦

Note: Whewww y’all this was a wild ride but thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you like it♥️

Divider credits: @anitalenia & @enchanthings

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HAPPY (late) new year! 🥳🎊🕛

Hope you're doing good

Cuddly/affectionate human with Onyx prime?

The human just LOVES to be held by him or be placed on his shoulder the human cannot stay 1 second away from him at all and loves to just place their small little hands on Onyx face plate and caress and even sometimes they like to nuzzle him as well, likes to play with his claws grab and shake and move them not scared at all, showing all the type of love/affection the small human can do

I'm sorry if this is really short or doesn't have much context

Hello! and Happy (late) New year to you to anonn, hope you all the best in this new year and that only good fortune fall upon your shoulders and your family.

Despite his animalistick appearances Onyx was the most grounded out of all Thirteens, a someone to go to when ever you need help or find answers that you can not find in archives. For this he was respected in his group, even Zeta would time to time go to him for advice. So it was only natural that after another fight that Onyx accidently missed he was given a small being. This little being confused him profusely: what he supposed to do with this little life, that looked incredibly hurt and fragile, covered in something blue on their fleshy exterior and leaking red from small cuts, their little opticks staring at him with fear, clinging on to his talons, trying to push them away. Seeing as they were hurt, Onyx slightly adjusted his grip, to make sure he was not squeezing this little life to death and turned around to return to his quarters to see what he can do.

It will be difficult to take care of such small and fragile creature, carrying them over to his table and leaning them to rest for a bit, while doing his best to gather all the soft material and try to understand how to help them. First thing first he will have to stop their leaks, but how. Reaping one of fabrics in to small strips, Onyx carefully and tightly wrapped it around the cuts of the small thing, probably hurting them a bit as they let out pained chirps in their little language. Feeling bad for it, Onyx let out soft whispers, gently patting their little body to try reassure them that he did not mean harm, it’s just so hard to fix your body when you are so small. When he was done wrapping them up completely and having to stifle his laugh as little thing tried to wriggle free, only to slump as now they were completely depended on him to move around. Meaning that Onyx will have to really do his best just to make sure this one survives.

It soon become a normal to see Onyx carry the little life form around, taking them anywhere .hhe was going: ether on his hand, nestled by his neck or in some kind of fabric, wrapped aorund them tightly and pressed against him. It was needed as this little life was very depended on him in such state, basicaly requiring around clock care, making sure to change the makeshift bandages on them to avoid any kind of infection. The bird bot also noticed how much the little organic life form loved warmth, rubbing or leaning against him when ever he would hold them, letting sweet chitter as a thankyou for keeping them safe at the same time. He would time to time allow others to take “small bird” away to watch them while he had to go away to do his business, trusting his sibling to be carful with them. And every time, upon his return little bird would rush to wards him, ignoring their injuries, just wanting to be by his side.

After some time, field with hard times of caring for new life, figuring things out, Onyx grew a soft spot for little one, now wanting to keep them by his side instead of taking them back to their planet. How can he after this little one basicaly imprinted on him, letting chirps of strange language, constantly by his side and even letting him play with them, let his talons gently squish at them, prod and play with them. Hell, he even took upon him self to teach them his language, which was very adorable when ever they tried to communicated with them, sounding like a sparkling, a gibberish with few words that can actually understand.

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Heyo! Had two questions - one a little less relevant to your blog but I thought I'd shoot my shot :D

First off, do you have any experience with visible mending using embroidery techniques? Both my denim jacket and favorite sweater are getting worn out after years of constant wear, and I'm unsure how do deal with some of the holes. My main issue is that the very ends of the sleeves are simply... splitting open? Like the fabric got so thin from whatever stress I apparently put it under, it fecking disintegrated. It seems simple enough, straight line on an edge, but I'm worried about messing it up anyway.

And, speaking of my jacket, with it falling apart a little and me seeing more about battle vests and the like, I've been wondering about trying to embroider it, maybe make some patches... I have a bunch of cotton embroidery floss that was gifted to me years ago, but not only have I not embroidered much since learning it in school more than 15 years ago, this is also literally my only (wearable) jacket. The other two are a 10 year old fake leather coat that is peeling itself and also doesn't fit right, and a windbreaker in terrible colors that, if I remember correctly, is too badly damaged for me to know how to easily fix it. Meaning just going ham on it is a big risk. Do I try to find my first new jacket since 2019 and hope to stumble upon one satisfactory in both price and fit? Do I just pray and start fixing up my denim jacket? What else do I need anyway? I got thread and sewing needles big enough to fit it, but nothing else.

Help.

Thanks! <3

This post got kinda long even for me, sorry. First off, this is all embroidery related imo, this is still about stitching on fabric. A square is always a rectangle but a rectangle is not always a square. There's nuance under the umbrella of 'embroidery' here and this counts.

There does reach a point when clothing can't really be repaired anymore, and after that point, historically became rags, or the patches used to repair other clothing. You'll eventually need a new jacket, but if your choice is to immediately find one now or to repair your jacket and buy time to be able to locate one, it seems a bit obvious to me what the option to follow here is, especially if you like the look of visible mending.

This is the part where I wanted to add a cut, but tumblr is glitching out and refusing to add one. So I guess everyone is just subjected to this now. Sorry, and I'll try to have an actual pretty embroidery picture up for everyone to see this week since my furnace is no longer trying to blow up. So: visible mending is at the core applying mending techniques to clothing, and instead of trying to make them invisible repairs, using the stitches or extra material that reinforces the repair to creative visual interest and turn it into a design feature. The stitching itself is done to reinforce the fragile parts of your garment. Sometimes it can be darning, other times it's adhering new fabric to back/cover the fragile parts. It depends on the repair which to use, or even which method the mender prefers. It's not always clearcut and even then, sometimes we prefer doing the thing we know better more than a brand new technique and we bruteforce it to work. So, dealer's choice on darning or patching here, but I'll get to both of them. My opinion of your situation is that you have nothing to lose with trying to repair your jacket that fits you. It's already falling apart, and it's better to stabilize it before it gets worse before there are giant gaps in the fabric. Clean it gently by hand by letting it soak in a bucket or a tub with some ph neutral detergent - do a couple rinses of letting it soak, until the water runs clear and stops smelling foul. Then lay it flat to try on a towel, don't hang it up to dry as that will put more stress on the fabric, I find the shoulders are usually one of the first places to give out on my stuff but I am very broad shouldered. In my opinion, gaps in the fabric at high stress spots like the cuffs should have new backing fabric added to the weak spots, and then the visible mending can adhere that in place. If you were to make new embroidered cuffs you could just sew them on, and protect the integrity of the base fabric, the same way patches do. But you may prefer other options. For darning there's a few ways to go about it. Darning itself is using new threads to weave through the holes in fabric, and stabilizing it past the delicate thin edges of the base fabric. A dear friend of mine lives and dies by her Speedweve loom these days, and I've seen her work with it. She is one of the top 5 trusted fiber artists in my life so I vouch for these looms being cool as fuck and very functional without having used it myself. I also got her this particular book called Darned Easy, by Sally Simon, that I find interesting that has a lot of patterns in it for darning - I grabbed it at a used book store at some point. I messaged her before I made this point because she follows this blog and would know this part is about her. Hi bud. She's the only one who gets to see the rest of the interior of the book, because it was published in 1981 and I'd rather not use this blog to host scans of books that are that recently published.

You don't need a loom for darning if you know what patterns to follow to darn using your needle, and there are a lot of ways to make darning decorative in the manner you want for visible mending, just use your contrasting threads to stand out on the ground fabric. There's also other books available, a HUGE amount of them because darning's existed for millenia, but this is the resource I physically had on hand that I wanted to use as my example so it's the one you get pics of.

On the other end of repairs, you can applique on patches or reinforcing material, then quilt the material into place, with the quilting being the surface embroidery you are pushing through the layers of fabric in order to adhere them into place. Before anyone replies to this op telling them to fucking look up sashiko, please get off my post. I take umbrage with a lot of embroidery designs being referred to as 'sashiko.' This type of repair on existing clothing genuinely is one of the origins of sashiko as a necessity of life - it was that a pattern was laid down on the clothing or items that needed to be repaired or pieced together, and then quilted into place with running stitches that formed the design, which reinforced the clothing and allowed the fibers to be usable for longer. I really despise the words 'sashiko' 'wabisabi' and 'kintsugi' tossed around casually out of historical context by every fucking art blogger under the sun. Fabric was fucking expensive pre industrial revolution, so preserving clothing mattered a lot. Many different cultures have preferred methods (very often extremely regional even within a country) for mending in a manner that is similar to what we know of as quilting or applique today, but there's a certain obsession with anything Japanese in particular that bloggers love to describe as mysterious and wholesome when it's just a visually distinctive fucking way to repair a hole in a garment and quilt things together to make it warm and functional.

Anyway. My first vest I made, it did eventually disintegrate. I knew it would happen because fucking entropy of the universe and so I managed to find a new vest I could afford at the time when I happened across it, and kept it in a back closet till I was ready to transform it into my dragon vest. I repaired that first vest until almost every seam was paper thin and shredding. I loved it a lot. I wore it daily for years and years. I'm still sad I can't wear it anymore, even though I kept my back patch from it, and I still don't know what the fuck I am going to do with that patch. Eventually fabric is destroyed, after many many years of service and wear. Things die. You can't put resin on your embroidery and make it live forever. But when things finally do perish, you can use the base fabric that is still good to make new patches. You get to design and plan a new battle vest or projects you want to start. If you're not sure yet about how badly you'll be hit emotionally by seeing something you put hundreds of hours into disintegrate into nothingness, then hold off on making this particular jacket your battle jacket holding a lot of purchased patches and such, instead of as a test springboard for learning repairs. This is not me being facetious or jokey. It hits people pretty hard to lose, especially the first time this happens. We're humans that hold bonds with things we like, especially things with that much personal hand investment on it. It won't be a failure on your part if you decide to learn repair and extend the life of this jacket, when this jacket does finally bite the dust. It will happen. The accomplishment here is how much service and use you get out of the jacket past when you thought you'd have to throw it away far earlier than if you had learned to repair it.

[elephantshoetoo]

Hey there! Loved the recent YT video of yours. Um, Let's dive straight to the question.

First, I am a massive Byler believer. (all for the right reasons, I believe) But recently I keep seeing posts on "why Byler isn't happening" and the reason people usually drop is "the story is set on 80s, it was a difficult time to be gay"--- And I'm like, 1. well, it's mainly a fictional show. there isn't upside down or at least we have yet to find that to be true . so writers can do what they like. 2. just because 80s was a difficult time to express openly to others that they were gay doesn't mean people didn't fall in love and decided to love and live with each other for the rest of their lives. 3. am I really watching the same show with the rest of the world? am i overanalyzing it? or am I really gonna be kicked on the stomach when Season 5 releases (which I hope releases soon, every day of wait is killing me) What's your take on this? Hopefully you'd answer. I rarely open Tumbler but I will come back for your answer. Lots of Love, A Fellow ST Fan

Ooh, thank you for your question - this is my first real ask. I'm so excited 😊

Take heart, dear Byler shipper. This is a show for the underdogs, a show about fighting against forced conformity and righting the wrongs of the past.

I grew up in the 80's, and yes, gay people existed, though many of them were closeted out of fear or denial. I had gay friends and dated several gay guys, so I do understand why people might think it would be unrealistic for Byler to happen, but yeah, it's a sci-fi show, not a documentary. It's not about realism or showing how it was. It's about showing how it should be (in the end), so I don't think the time period is going to stop them.

In fact, I think the time period is significant. I think the monsters and the Upside Down are all symbolic of the horrors of growing up as a gay person in a place and time that was hostile towards them.

But also...

The first Pride celebration in Indiana happened in Indianapolis in 1987.

1987.

Why does that date sound familiar...? Oh, yes. That's when most of ST 5 takes place - the year of their first Pride celebration. Hmm... Coincidence?

And Byler can happen without them coming out to the whole town. They could keep it amongst their friends and family, the way Robin has only told Steve so far. Nobody doubts Rovickie happening, even though they are also gay in the 80's (making those arguments against Byler completely invalid). Vickie has far less queer coding than Mike Wheeler and is also in a straight relationship, but everyone sees it coming after only a few flirty scenes, because nobody knows or cares about Vickie's boyfriend or had any preconceived ideas about her character that they now have to adjust. People don't like adjusting their preconceived ideas. It makes them uncomfortable. It makes them question the safety of their familiar little world and forces them to expand their minds. Growth is never easy.

But... if they don't already see the queer coding behind Mike and all the hints that Byler is on the horizon... adjusting their preconceived ideas would actually explain Mike's whole character arc, the "journey" he's been on and the weird behavior that makes no sense through any other lens. That airport "hug"? Pretending to ignore Will all day while furtively glancing at him and noticing every little thing he does? Classic crush behaviour. It's so obvious unless you're straight-up in denial. They've used so many of the traditional romantic tropes (love triangle, boy-next-door, "just friends" to lovers, Cyrano De Bergerac, etc...), yet people refuse to see it because Byler isn't a traditional couple.

So, yeah... It's a story. It can do whatever it wants. If it's a good story - which I believe it is - it will pick up all these breadcrumbs it's laid down and follow them to a satisfying conclusion. Otherwise, what would have been the point? Why have Will believe he's never going to fall in love? Why have him fall in love with Mike specifically, and leave a whole bunch of hints that Mike returns his feelings, making the audience root for them, if that's not where they're planning to take this? It would make no sense at all and be sloppy storytelling, imo.

Thank you so much for your question, and for watching our YouTube video! I hope this cures you of any Byler doubt.

Love,

Byler Mom

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I know it's very soon after my last post, but I think I've mostly got a working timeline

There are more specifics I could get into, but I tried to limit the info in this particular timeline to what's super important and identifiable. Like, I have a whole other post I could make about the Justice Society of America and how it led to the creation of the Justice League, or how Amity Park was founded and by whom, but trying to put it all here would be too cumbersome.

My main sources for general info is whatever I can find on the DC Fandom Wiki, as well as my experiences watching various DCAU media growing up and my favorite Batman show, The Batman from 2004 (good god, I didn't realize it was that old). I tried to fit Young Justice in here too, but it actually conflicts with the first two timelines more than I thought it would, so I might just use it for story ideas for after Danny gets adopted. The Wayne Family Adventures webtoon mostly just supplied the template for how I want them to end up by the time Danny enters the picture, leaving the "how did we get here" up to me, which this timeline hopes to solve.

Also, I couldn't find a good source for it, but supposedly Danny Phantom might have taken place in 2014? Which would've been the future for when it came out in 2004. I considered going with that, but ultimately I decided that DP happens in 2004, taking Danny about a year to establish himself before he gets adopted by 2005.

A big part of why I made this timeline in the first place was to make sure I know how old everyone is when things happen, which is why I put their ages everywhere.

1920s - Martha Clark and Jonathan Kent are born sometime in this decade.

1939 - Alfred Pennyworth is born.

1940 - James “Jim” Corrigan (30) “died” and became the Spectre with Aztar, the Vengeance of God. The Justice Society of America is formed, though they are sometimes called the All-Star Squadron when working with those not formally inducted as members of the JSA (including those with and without superpowers).

1952 - The Kents (~30s) are told they cannot have children biologically. Shortly thereafter, they find the Kryptonian baby Kal-El, rename him Clark Kent after Martha’s maiden name, and adopt him as their own son.

1957 - Alfred (18) joins the British military.

1960 - Bruce Wayne is born. Vlad Masters is born.

1961 - Jack Fenton is born. (Google says his birthday is October 2, 1971, but that would make him like 10 when the Ghost Portal Prototype fails, so I’m just gonna set it back an extra decade lol)

1963 - Maddison Elliot is born. (Google says her birthday is March 16, 1973, so same deal as Jack)

1964 - After many misadventures in England, Alfred (25) takes over as the Wayne Family’s butler from his late father. (Bruce 4)

1968 - 8 year old Bruce’s parents are killed. (Alfred 29)

1970 - After 2 years of flailing, Bruce (10) decides to travel the world and learn martial arts, among other things.

1971 - Barbra Gordon is born.

1974 - Dick Greyson is born.

1977 - Jason Todd is born. Superman (25) debuts in Metropolis, inspiring Bruce (17) to change his plans to become a superhero rather than a crime boss. Obviously there were other superheroes around at this time, but none gripped Bruce like Superman did. He will never, ever admit this.

1978 - Superman (26) is quickly inducted into the Justice Society of America.

1980 - Stephanie Brown is born. Cassandra Cain is born. Bruce (20) returns to Gotham and starts his career as Batman. He begins cutting through red tape to regain control of Wayne Enterprises. Meanwhile, Vlad (20), Jack (19), and Maddie (17) are all at the University of Wisconsin and build the prototype Ghost Portal, which fails catastrophically, causing several important chain reactions; Vlad is blasted with Lazarus Water, the Ghost Zone comes into existence, Vlad falls ill, Amity Park’s Lazarus Pit dries up, Pariah enters the Ghost Zone and declares himself Ghost King, etc.

1981 - Tim Drake is born. Disenchanted with the JSA, Superman (29) starts figuring out how to create his own, international superhero team.

1982 - Bruce (22) adopts Dick Greyson (8) after his parents die publicly.

1983 - Vlad (23) discovers he has “ghost powers” and starts figuring out how to use them. Dick (9) discovers Bruce’s (23) secret and Bruce begins training him.

1984 - Bruce (24) finally lets Dick (10) join him on the streets as Robin. Batman and Superman (32) meet for the first time (which plays out similar to how they meet in “The Batman”).

1985 - Bruce takes over Wayne Enterprises just in time for his 25th birthday. With the company secured, Bruce no longer has to prove himself as responsible and plays up his image as a playboy philanthropist to throw off rumors that ditzy but well-meaning Brucie Wayne couldn’t possibly be the dark and brooding Batman.

1986 - Superman (34) approaches Bruce (26) with his plan for the Justice League, hoping Wayne Enterprise would agree to be the “secret” benefactor. Bruce says he’ll think about it. Barbra Gordon (15) takes the name Batgirl for the first time. (Alfred 47, Bruce 26, Dick 12)

1988 - Jasmine Fenton is born. Cass (8) kills someone for the first time, is horrified, and runs away from her assassin father.

1989 - Duke Thomas is born.

1990 - Daniel Fenton is born.

1991 - Jason Todd (14) tries to steal the Batmobile’s tires after his father is sentenced to prison time, putting him on Batman’s radar. (Alfred 52, Bruce 31, Dick 17, Barbra 20)

1992 - Dick (18) decides to strike out on his own as Nightwing. Jason Todd (15) catches the eye of Talia Al Ghul. Shortly after, Jason’s (step-)mom dies of a drug overdose while his father is still in prison so Bruce adopts him, making Jason the second Robin.

1993 - With Nightwing (19) established and able to take over many of Batman’s (33) responsibilities in Gotham, Bruce asks Clark Kent (41) if he’s still interested in his Justice League idea, which he’s now had 7 more years to refine. Global threats had become more common (which threatened Gotham vicariously and he wasn’t confidant he could take them on by himself) and the JSA had become too entangled with the USA government for anyone’s liking. Now was prime pickings for upcoming talent that had grown up with the idea of superheroes as a necessary force in the world that could see the limitations of government funded (and therefore government controlled) superhero teams.

1994 - Stephanie Brown (14) became Spoiler to “spoil” her father’s criminal career as Cluemaster. After his capture and imprisonment, Bruce (34) “convinced” Spoiler to “retire”, though Barbra (23) kept in contact, as did Dick (21) and Jason (17) to a lesser extent. Steph continued to train on her own, planning to rejoin the hero scene when she was a bit older. The Justice League debuts, led by Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman, along with half a dozen other members, though their ranks would quickly expand.

1995 - Jason dies at 18. Talia Al Ghul seduces the grieving Bruce (35) to get Jason’s body, accidentally-on-purpose getting pregnant along the way. Jason had unfortunately been dead for a few months by then; however, he was too angry and stubborn for his spirit to move on, which allowed him to be revived via Lazarus Pit. He still came back pretty zombified, though, so Talia used magic to help restore the connection between his mind/soul and his body, and had him train with the League of Assassins to keep him sharp. Part of Bruce’s grief spiral was to throw himself into Justice League work. (Alfred 56, Dick 21, Barbra 24)

1996 - Bruce (36) is spiraling from his loss when Tim Drake (15) basically forces himself onto Batman as the third Robin.

1997 - Cassandra Cain (17) arrives in Gotham, trying to keep a low profile but couldn’t help but save Commissioner Gordon from her assassin father, putting her on Batman’s (37) radar. After Barbra (26) is paralyzed and forced to retire as Batgirl, she asked Bruce to offer Cass the title in her stead, taking on the role of “man in the chair” with the name Oracle. Barbra also pressures pretty much everyone to train with Steph (17), since she can’t anymore.

1998 - Jason (21) returns to Gotham as the Red Hood. (Alfred 59, Bruce 38, Dick 24, Barbra 27, Tim 17, Cass 18)

1999 - Cass (19) takes on the name Black Bat, giving the title Batgirl to Steph (19) as she (re)makes her superhero debut.

2000 - Settling into more of an anti-hero role after getting rid of (most of) his hatred for Bruce for not avenging him, Jason (23) has turned his sights on Crime Alley, doing whatever he feels is necessary to make it safer for the families (but especially the kids) that are forced to live there. He unknowingly is fulfilling Bruce’s original plan of becoming a crime boss and dissecting Gotham’s crime problem from the inside out. (Alfred 61, Bruce 40, Dick 26, Barbra 29, Tim 19, Cass 20, Steph 20)

2001 - I’m going to modify his story, but Duke Thomas (12) ends up on Bruce’s radar.

2004 - Danny Fenton (14) has an accident that gives him “ghost powers”. (Vlad 44, Jack 43, Maddie 41, Jazz 16)

2005 - Damian Wayne (10) becomes the fourth Robin, pushing Tim (24) to move out and become Red Robin instead. (Alfred 66, Bruce 45, Dick 31, Barbra 34, Cass 25, Jason 28, Steph 25, Duke 16, Danny 15, Jazz 17)

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Damian’s first, big, world-ending crisis is barely a month or two after his arrival, when Cris Allen enlists the Batclan to help him fight Pariah Dark and they join Danny Phantom’s resistance.

I haven’t quite decided what will happen next but Batman figures out Danny isn’t fully dead like the rest of the inhabitants of the Ghost Zone and looks into it after Pariah is defeated. From here, I want it to take less than a year for Danny to be in Bruce’s custody. Duke (at 16) is recruited around the same time as Danny (still 15), so both of them begin training together. I’m sure Bruce wouldn’t mind pulling some strings to get Jazz (17) into a college in Gotham, potentially getting her to study under Barbra/Oracle.

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Begin Again - all of the girls you loved before au

AU masterlist - you can find other stuff under 🪼opheliajones

What happens on an all too sunny day on Boston College?

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So it’s here! Finally am I right? And I also found Ophelia’s face claim! Her @ is lovingmaryam on Pinterest. I apologize if this fic is all over the place this is mostly just to set up the plot/issues in the au.

wc: 1.8 k

things to look out for: swearing, mentions of sex, abusive parents, guilt (Ophelia just spiraling)

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It was hot, and Ophelia’s head was spinning from the overflow of information that was piled into her head from her first class.

It was syllabus week, and as much as Ophelia knew that this time would be very much needed to help her integrate into college, the hour and a half long class of the professor just talking and talking at them was mind numbing and boring.

On top of that, she already had a homework assignment. Which is fine, she’s in a prestigious college and should obviously expect it, but her first assignment is probably going to take her at least 2 hours, so that didn’t feel very nice either.

Right now, her dorm seemed like a pretty good place to regroup, call her mom, and then figure out a course of action, as well as maybe change out her jeans, since it was way too hot in Chestnut Hill to be wearing them.

She was starting to get some familiarity around campus, she knew that if she took the staircase from the quad down to where the hockey rink and football field were she could get back to her dorm 5 minutes quicker than walking around the quad then going down.

The sun was hot in the sky, and it caused a glare to reflect onto the lightly colored pavement—which made the whole area seem like it lit up, it didn’t help that Conte Forum, where she was walking in front of, at least that’s what she thought— was a building of straight glass, and the sun reflected even more off of it.

It looked like she was literally on the fucking sun temperature wise and now she coudn’t see, not like that also mattered.

She was just ready to get back into her nicely air conditioned (a fan pointing at her bed) dorm and possibly stay there, now that it seemed like the heat and humidity was only getting worse and worse— which was pretty uncharacteristic for Boston and being so close to the water, but who knows.

But being near the sports side of campus, she was bound to run into multiple football players, or any other athlete that happened to be using the gym in their free time, and this time was no different.

To Ophelia’s eyes, it looked like the hockey players had just gotten out of mid day practice, as a small clump of boys exited Conte Forum with their backpacks on, laughing obnoxiously loudly about something.

She had heard about the new freshman hockey players, quiet hushed conversations in her classes about them all being communications majors. Girls hopeful that maybe they could strike a relationship with them, guys wishing that they would be inducted into their circle. But at the end of the day, Ophelia didn’t really care.

If they were nice that was one thing, but that was about a 5% chance and she just didn’t want to take that risk of falling deep and having to swim to the surface on her own again.

Besides, she was perfectly content with making friends, chasing that degree, graduating, and moving on with a successful career in journalism, maybe work in DC—who knows.

When she turned the corner on the actual building of the Conte Forum, her whole vision erupted in light, trying to shade her eyes so she could actually see where she was going, but then collided with something hard.

She didn’t realize it was a person until a close voice spoke from above her.

”Oh! Are you okay?” The voice spoke, first, it was definitely a man’s and then it sounded familiar. Really familiar, but with an edge of maturity.

Ophelia finally looked up at the person who she collided as he went to speak again.

”It’s really bright out here, don’t worry—-“

Oh.

Now he definitely looked familiar, and Ophelia could finally put a name to him too.

He seemed to have made that connection too, because he was looking at her wide eyed too, taking in her whole face, then proceeding to look down at her locket and then back up to her face again.

”Um, Ryan? You doing okay?” Another boy's voice came from behind Ryan.

“Ophelia,”

Ophelia.

The two boys from behind him were staring shocked at her too, which was weird because she didn’t even know them. But she saw the blond boy smirk and look over at the one with brown curls.

Ryan must’ve told them.

She looked back at Ryan, her facial expression probably mirroring his, as she took him in.

He looked different, after all it had been a little more than 10 years. The baby fat was gone, and it was replaced with cheekbones and a strong jaw. But the freckles that she loved so much were still there, darker from the summer sun and days on the beach.

Days on the beach that didn’t include her.

A soft close lipped smile works its way onto Ophelia’s face.

”Ryan.”

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“Bro I can’t even! He froze up, like I’ve never seen him do that!” Will laughed, Aram snorted and took a sip of his drink.

”Dude, you guys witnessed history,” Drew laughed, as he recalled one time Ryan couldn’t stop pining for her to him a year back.

Gabe smirked to himself, tapping to check the location of Ryan, he was still at Ophelia’s dorm,and he turned his phone screen to give Will a look.

After Ophelia finally shut up Ryan— who was a blushing, stuttering mess, and told him that she does need to get back to her dorm, he insisted that he walk her back himself so that they could continue talking and possibly get each other’s numbers.

“So what does she look like?” Aram asked sneakily, “Blonde?”

”No actually,” Gabe spoke up,”Dark hair, she’s really short, I’d say about 5”? She looked really shy too,”

Drew’s eyebrows furrowed, confused. That was not the type of girl that Ryan usually went for, at least who he saw Ryan go for.

“I would’ve never thought.”

”He looked like a whole different person,” Gabe recalled, “I mean we’ve only known each other for three years but like, still— it was weird to see him like that.”

”Like what, whipped?” Aram teased.

Gabe nodded his head to that.

”I mean, I kinda get it though,” Will started,”They were best friends and then all of a sudden they weren’t, and it’s not like either of them could do something about it.”

Aram nodded thoughtfully before he smirked again,”Hopefully they’re just talking”

A mix of giggles and groans broke out from the group at that comment.

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”So you really did make it, huh?” Ophelia smiled, looking back at Ryan from his phone screen.

”Yeah, 8th overall, it was kinda a surreal feeling, and then everyone started talking about Ovi and I kinda lost it.” Ryan remembered a faint smile on his face.

They were both sitting on her bed next to each other, which might have seemed fast, but thankfully to them it felt like no time had passed between them.

”I’m sorry I missed it all,” Ophelia said distantly, her smile slowly disappearing at the thought as she avoided Ryan’s gaze.

Ryan frowned, studying her face.

She looked different. Her hair still had that slight wave to it, her cheeks still flushed a natural red whenever someone was looking at her, but she just looked more grown-up. Her lips were fuller and pinker, her teeth straighter (probably from braces), and there was a new small sunspot right above her lip.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Ophelia questioned, snapping Ryan out of his trance.

”Uhm… thinking.” Ryan said quickly.

Ophelia laughed, and suddenly Ryan felt himself smiling too. He missed the sound of her laughter, when she fully believed he was the funniest person in the world who could always paint a smile on her face.

But when they both settled down, and the laughter faded, the air around them shifted, shifted into something more raw, more emotional.

”I tried calling your dad a couple times from my dads phone.” Ryan spoke.

Ophelia froze.

What was she supposed to say to that? Sorry you tried to reach out to me multiple times. I chased my dad away and didn’t even think to try to contact you?

“He’s… he’s busy now— really busy.” Ophelia lied.

The worst part was that the lie came out so easily. Yeah she’s lied before— everyone has…but to lie to Ryan, after meeting each other again?

”Oh.” Was all Ryan said.

Ophelia’s mouth opened but quickly shut again when Ryan’s phone began buzzing rapidly.

The contact “Will Smith” was calling him, and Ryan sighed, annoyed.

”I’m sorry Phia—“ Ryan started, but she interrupted him.

”No, it's fine! I got some homework to do anyway.” She rushes, standing up.

Ryan joins her in standing up and walks to the door, Ophelia following behind him.

“Wait!” Ophelia stops Ryan just as he’s about to open the door.

”I’ll um… can I see you tomorrow?” Ophelia stammers and Ryan just smiles and takes out his phone.

He holds it out to her, on the screen was a space for Ophelia to enter her phone number.

She let out an amused huff before entering her number in and giving Ryan’s phone back to him.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?” Ryan asked, watching as Ophelia’s smile stretched further on her face.

”For sure, yeah.” She replied.

Ryan nodded, and sent her a soft smile before opening the door and shutting it behind him.

Ophelia was left with a sudden emptiness from Ryan’s departure as she flopped down on her bed. Her mind was racing from when Ryan told her he called her dad.

Was he truly busy? Did he just not want to talk to his dad?

When they moved to Manchester she remembered him trash talking the Leonard family the entire car ride. Probably to rile either her or her mother up to start yet another argument. But the reality was her dad hated everyone, sure he might’ve been a good friend when he was with them but behind closed doors he was an awful person.

Guilt flooded her, she should've told Ryan. Should’ve told him that no, nothing was okay at home and the life that she had when he knew her had unraveled so quickly it was dizzying.

Her head hurt. There was too much that happened today and still more that needed to be done.

But when all was said and done, Ophelia smiled.

Ryan was right back arms length from her now, and he was still her Ryan.

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It was late. Too late for Ryan to be calling home but he had been buzzing since he left Ophelia’s dorm and felt like he had to tell his family immediately.

The phone proceeded to ring about 6 times before his mom finally picked up, confused because she just talked to him this morning and wasn’t expecting to talk to him until tomorrow.

”Hey sweetie, is everything okay?” Cindy asked, she sounded concerned.

”Ophelia.” Ryan stuttered. “Ophelia, she’s—- she’s here…she goes to BC.”

[somegirlontheinternet135]

GOOD MORNING- AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

✨ I'm back✨

And in a big way too!

I admit, I haven't been able to post a lot recently(school and life had been kicking my ass recently-) Issues arising from my personal and social life made it hard to keep afloat; but within the darkness, there is always light, and that came to me in the greatest way to start the new year! For those new here, I've made it clear that Shadow Milk was my favorite💕 out of the beasts! So knowing he'll be playable soon brings me such joy! That being said, they DID NOT DISAPPOINT with this teaser! The visuals. The animation. The VA Shadow Milk just absolutely killing it as always!? I'M-

Sigh. . .

Safe to say, I'm pretty excited for this update! And I can't wait for what's to come! Like. SERIOUSLY. I CAN'T WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S COMING OUT IN 5 DAYS!? GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE ME MY SILLY JESTER NOW!!!! GIVE ME-

Ahem. . . Anyways. . .

Let's get to the fun part: the predictions✨

We can all the ancients go to the beasts' respective areas for a reason(Dark Cacao wanted to confront the one responsible for causing the plague, Golden Cheese gets kidnapped, etc) Things get slightly easier given Pure Vanilla and friends are already in Beast Yeast. With Shadow Milk in case, it's likely that he'll trick the group into going into his domain, trapping them; how exactly this'll play out, there's a good idea but it's kinda outlandish. Remember the dough baby they found? the baby born from DE's lab? And the same baby that gets sent to the Cookie Kingdom? Well since I don't know the exact timeframe of when the update happens, it's a possibility that this update takes place after they've just found the baby. Which paints another possibility of Shadow Milk taking full advantage of the situation, taking the baby & bolting, causing the main gang to give chase. A cat-and-mouse game that leads them to a trap

Given the imagery we see in the teaser, it's not unlikely for Pure Vanilla to have a breakdown of sorts somewhere in the story. This is further shown in the new teaser we got (yes I'm slow tf- I'll be linking it here tho✨) showing from Pure Vanilla in the tarot card, "The tower". . . Falling from it. . . Oh no. . . And with White Lily gone, he's definitely screwed(rip PV TwT)

Speaking of White Lily, it would be a crime the biggest elephant in the room in the teaser! White Lily disappears halfway through the trailer, and the most logical thing is that White Lily was captured by Shadow Milk, till you remember a crucial thing, it's a game. Yes, this may be me reading into the title of all things, but it's not too far off from what we see with Shadow Milk, he's one to play with his food, torment his victim, and what way to do that than with a game, and when there's games, there's eliminations. I believe that during the story, each of the gang will be "eliminated" one by one, leaving Pure Vanilla as the last one standing. As a plus, games also come with prizes, what's a better prize than the baby Shadow Milk stole?

Last but not least is the star of the show himself, Shadow Milk, of course as the main villain, we'll get many great moments from him, including moments of comedy! It's likely we'll get some fourth wall breaks, maybe some out-of-context jokes. I'm personally hoping for a musical number because a Shadow Milk villain song is overdue!

And that's all I got unfortunately TwT I'm sorry I couldn't give you more and I'm sorry I haven't been able to post! Life has been so consumed and a moment of peace feels short. But now that it's a new year, I have so many new opportunities, and I hope this year will be a chance for new changes! May everyone's new year bring about new hope and prosperity!✨🎉🎊

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And as always, stay tuned!^^✨