#and i could go on and on about all my fave dynamics and relationships but i shall hold myself back at this time for yalls sake

[outtathisworld-imagines]

Sweet ‘n’ Salty

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Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: Smut! MDNI 18+. Just pure filth tbh. Unprotected sex, Oral (M&F rec) There is a lot going on here. Pretty much porn without plot. It's got all your favs including a threesome (MMF), cum-swapping, Bob is a lil bit of a perv, fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, teasing, eating out, masterbation, lots of innuendos, suggestive language, and just yeah…you’ll find me in an cold shower. Mentions of other MCU characters. Not proofread.

A.N: no one asked for this but y’all got it. Two of my faves with a whole load of filth. Enjoy!

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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Bob couldn’t help but stare.

Sometimes he didn’t even realise he was doing it, but the dynamic you had with Bucky always made him look. Not quite friends. Not quite lovers. Not quite conventional.

The two of you were making dinner, he watched as your body was playfully trapped between him and the counter as you cut up some vegetables. He watched as Bucky tried to act grumpy at something you had said but the upward twitching of his lips said otherwise. He watched as you effortlessly danced around him while preparing a meal for everyone.

You playfully swatted Bucky’s hand away as he tried to pull you in, preventing you from reaching the oil. With Bucky’s strength, he succeeded, tugging on your dress and pulling him into his arms causing you to laugh. You scooped up some of the sauce with your finger and let him taste, his tongue tracing along the very tip and humming in approval.

“He’s watching,” he whispered in your ear while swaying you “Again.”

You lightly chuckled “Let me go or else no one is getting dinner.” He did, not willing to listen to the droning of Alexei and John about not getting their next meal. Bucky didn’t pry on why you avoided his worlds. Instead he snapped his head around, Bob suddenly realising he had been caught.

“You okay there, bud?” Bucky asked and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. Not quite listening but not quite cooking either.

Bob frantically nodded “Y-yeah! Are you guys? Do you need any help?” He sputtered out.

You gave him your attention, looking right through Bucky. “I’m okay for now, thank you, Bob. If you could maybe get everyone to the table in about 30 minutes- that would be great!” You sent him a smile and got back to the task at hand. Bob left the two of you be, you suddenly felt Bucky’s presence behind you again. “What?”

“He’s like a deer in the headlights.” He snorted and you rolled your eyes, despite the fact he couldn’t see you do the action.

“Leave him alone. He’s…sweet.”

“Oh yeah, what does that make me?” Bucky chuckled and you smiled to yourself.

“Salty.” You turned around and pecked his lips. “A salty old man who yells at the kids in the street when they speed past us on their bike.”

“Hey! That guy almost knocked you down!” He defensively retorted back.

“Oh, my hero.” You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and teased him in a mocking tone.

Bucky let out a low growl under his breath. “You’re screamin’ for a spankin’, baby.” You looked at him, brow raised as if it was saying that he shouldn’t threaten you with a good time. “I’m gonna set the table before I’m gonna have to bend you over it.” He squeezed your hip before going to the dining room.

You and Bucky did have a very unconventional relationship. You often heard murmurings from the team and others about you both.

‘What exactly are they?’

Was the number one question tossed around the watchtower. But you let them talk, you didn’t care and neither did he at whatever they said.

You slowly stirred the sauce in the pot in front of you before gasping at two hands being placed on your waist, forcibly dragging you from your wandering mind. You turned down the heat “You’re too stealthy, Barnes!” You lightly scolded him and he chuckled against your neck.

“Table is set.”

“Five minutes for dinner,” you said “Just finishing off the sauce.”

Bucky squeezed you a little tighter “Five minutes you say…” his suggestive tone sending a shiver down your spine in the hot kitchen. “Five minutes and you could have my sauce dripping down your throat.”

“God!” You playfully pushed him away “Always so needy for me.” You smirked and he trapped you between his own body and the counter yet again. Bucky took control of stirring the pot as your hands rested on the countertop and you pressed your ass against his crotch, causing him to lowly groan. His free hand came up to your chest quickly yanking down one side of your top and exposing your lace-clad breast. He began toying with your nipple, the lacy material causing a pleasant friction between your skin and his hand. “It’s almost ready…” you haphazardly warned as you leaned back into him again, the crown of your head against his shoulder.

Bucky’s lips met the nape of your neck, ignoring your words as you had earlier with his. His teeth sunk into the lobe of your ear and you stifled a moan as he continued to touch you and stir the sauce. Your hand trailed down his side and slipped under the waistband of his jeans just enough for you to snap the edge of his boxers. “Go on, baby. You know you want to. Dinner can wait a few minutes.” As tempting as that was, you were precise and knew you didn’t have time to take anything further. “Besides,” he continued as you mindlessly let your hand wander “We’re giving someone a good show.” You froze, Bucky continued. You already knew who it was, he didn’t even have to tell you.

“Dinner’s ready!” You yelled to everyone, including the person by the door watching who quickly scampered. You hastily moved, fixing your top before grabbing the pot from Bucky. “You absolute fucking slut- you did that on purpose.” You tried to sound angry but Bucky knew you better than that.

“You enjoyed that, huh.” He tried to stop you in your tracks but successfully dodged him. “Don’t tell me you haven’t missed it.” You shot him a pointed glare. “Don’t tell me you don’t want it.”

“I’m telling you to sit your ass at the dinner table before I sit it for you.” You passed him dishes to take through. He complied, but not forgetting your little chat that he would explore later. You let out a large huff and composed yourself before taking through the rest of dinner.

“Looks great Y/N! Thank you.” Ava smiled, taking a dish from your hands. You started to plate some things up from everyone, apologising as you squeezed between everyone to serve.

Bob glanced up as you bent down. “You want both?” You asked an innocent enough question, his mind traveled elsewhere.

“S-sorry?” He almost choked on his words. Looking at your chest and then a quick glance to Bucky, his mind replaying the scene he just witnessed moments ago.

“Do you want both?” You repeated “Carrots and potatoes?” His shoulders eased at your clarification of the question.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he nervously smiled, his eyes looking at the plate and then between you and Bucky. “I’ll do both.”

—•—

“What’s on your mind?” You asked, tracing your fingertip over Bucky’s chest as it continued to frantically rise and fall as he caught his composure after having his way with you later that same night.

“He loved watching us.” Your hand stopped and you looked up to him, beads of sweat making him glisten in the warm candle light. “I think we could-“

You stopped him “What makes you so sure he would? He gets nervous watching us hold hands never mind anything else.”

Bucky laughed “C’mon, wouldn’t you be flattered if you were asked?” You smacked his chest and then lay back down on it to hide your grin. “I can feel you smiling, Y/N.”

Caught.

“I’m guessing you miss it too then?” You asked and he hummed a yes. “It has been a little while.”

“God I miss those days where three of us would just fuck and end up in a sweaty pile.” He admitted and you bit down on your lip, still grinning. “I know how much you like to play with shiny new toys, and be played with, in the bedroom. Besides, wouldn’t be any different doing it with him.”

“It was different though.” You sat up, trying to reason with him, a pro and cons list forming between your two naked bodies. “Steve was different. Steve was happy and willing to. We really knew Steve.”

“And we knew Zemo?” He counter argued.

You blew a raspberry “Low blow. That’s a completely different comparison all together. He fucked anything that moved.” Bucky’s eyes never left yours. “And you knew how much I wanted that coat of his! God, I would have done anything for that.” You glanced over and saw it in your wardrobe. “He was such a slutty mess.” You lowly laughed, mainly to yourself.

“We all were that night.” Bucky added and sat up next to you. Brushing his fingers over your shoulder and arms. “Then how is it any different from the times with Nat? The three of us were super nervous then- mainly me and you because boy she was playing her cool well.”

Your eyes fell to his torso, a sad smile forming over your face at the mention of her name. “You know they were all different…” your voice never raised above a whisper. “They just…were.”

“Let’s at least test the waters with this, maybe see how he reacts to a soft-launch proposal? We drop some comments here and there, pop in a few of those moments we had in the kitchen, huh?” Bucky’s lips ghosted over your shoulders, softly kissing all your favourite spots that he came to know well over the many years you had known each other. They eventually reached your lips, his hand entwining with your hair and deepening the kiss. You smiled against his mouth as he pushed you back down onto the bed, indicating he was ready for round two with you. “You never know, Bob might actually want this.” He said running his hand up and down your waist before letting his lips roam the rest of your body, the soft kisses he pressed to your breasts made you smile. “How could he not want you…?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and cupped his cheek as he looked up to you. “I suppose…” you playfully gloated “And how could he not want you?” Bucky winked at your words. “But if you want me to fully get on board…” you spread your legs for him “You’re going to have to really convince me.”

—•—

You were enjoying some of the sunshine out on the balcony when a clearing throat caught your attention. You peaked out over your sunglasses. “Yes?”

“Can I squirt some white stuff on you?” Bucky asked and you rolled your eyes at his vulgar double entendre as he shook a bottle of sunscreen.

“Squirt away, Barnes.” You gave him a hint of satisfaction, especially since you knew a certain someone was in earshot. The second you stepped out in your bikini, Bobs eyes were glued to you. Bucky dropped his arm and shook the bottle almost suggestively at you fully knowing Bob would see a deeper meaning within it.

“Can’t wait to coat you, baby.” He said, voice loud enough to ensure Bob would hear. You turned your head to smirk.

“This is so mean, Buck,” you said quietly and then gasped loudly feeling a cold patch being sprayed over your stomach “YOU FUCKER! That’s cold!” You looked down, the streak of white looking beyond suggestible. Then you glanced over to Bob who was gawking. You decided to test the waters along with Bucky. “Rub me, Bucky.” His brow raised and his hand smoothed the sunscreen all over your stomach and torso.

“Roll over,” he asked and you did just that, feeling him straddling your thighs as he rubbed sunscreen slowly over your ass before giving it a playful spank and then moving to your back, unhooking your bikini top with ease. “He’s still watching…” he said in a sing-song voice. “He wants this.”

You snorted “One- we’ve barely even started. Two- we have no idea if he does or not yet. Give it a couple of days of this.” You told him “I mean he’s-” you turned to look at him “He’s not there?” Bucky’s head snapped around, you were right, he was gone. “Maybe it was too much.”

It was too much for Bob, so much that he had to go to his room and relive himself after the scene he had just witnessed.

A day later you were chilling in the living room, your legs draped over Bucky’s thighs as you read and he caught up with some tv. “Can’t believe you’re as old as this book, dude.” You mindlessly said aloud while reading the Hobbit, Bucky’s hand snapped the hem of your shorts in retaliation of your comment. His fingers continued to linger there.

“Oh sorry to disturb, I was just getting my sweatshirt.” Both of you looked up and locked onto Bob who looked like he was about to implode for imposing with his milkshake in hand.

You smiled softly at him “S’okay, you’re not disturbing me. Is he disturbing you, sweetie?” You asked Bucky in a sickly sweet voice.

“No, honey, not disturbing me either.” Your pet names made Bob swallow and nod hard.

He grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair near you both and you decided to pursue your mission a little further. “What flavour of milkshake do you have?” Bucky looked at you from the corner of his eye, you could feel his fingertips digging into your thigh.

“Vanilla.” Bob replied.

“Can I taste?”

Bob glanced between you, Bucky and the milkshake in his hand. “S-Sure…” he didn’t sound sure at all as he reached it out to you. He was naive to think you would take it from him but instead you placed your hand over his on the cup and parted your lips, your tongue reached the straw first and you drew out the motion of suggestively wrapping your lips over the top of the straw, looking up at Bob through your eyelashes as you did.

“Tastes so good,” you pulled back, emphasising licking your lips. “I love vanilla…”

Bucky smirked “Nothing vanilla about her though, Bobby.” He said under his breath and you bashfully swatted his words away.

“Ignore him, he’s just being naughty now.” You flippantly commented and Bob nervously laughed before walking away quickly. Your smile dropped the second he left, Bucky felt the force of a cushion you tossed at him. “This plan is shit. Why did I let you take charge with this?” You groaned.

“You love it when I’m in charge.” He brought your leg up to his mouth and kissed your knee.

“Calm your pants before you cream them,” a beat passed before you added with a mischievous smirk “Sargent Barnes.” A nod to his previous comment and massive kink of his. Bucky pounced on you, frantically kissing your cheeks before you pushed him away with a serious look your face. “He’s too nervous, Buck.”

“Everyone always is! It’s fine, we’ll keep working our magic on him.”

Bob returned to his room practically gasping for air. Mixed feelings swirling inside him like a piece of abstract art he couldn’t quite comprehend. It was confusing. It was thought-provoking. It was…exciting. He had no idea what to even think of you both, especially over the last few days. In his eyes you guys were such a sweet? Cute? Hot? Sexy? Couple…? Words were being tossed around in his head and he threw himself down on his bed yet again, pulling down his pants just enough and getting off to thought of you both.

Bucky was in the kitchen making you a drink when Bob walked in the next evening. He was cutting up limes and unknowingly entrancing Bob with his fingers as he exhibited his knife skills.

“Hey, Bob. Drink?” He asked and Bob shook his head no.

“I’m good for now, but thanks.”

“No worries, I’m on bartender duty tonight for Y/N.” He laughed to himself and Bob cracked a small, albeit nervous, smile. Bucky decided to use this time wisely. “When I made her this for the first time she was like putty in my hands.” He heard Bob gulp as he sliced through the fruit. “You probably don’t want to hear this…” he nonchalantly added.

“No, no, no!” Bob quickly added, mentally scolding himself for sounding eager. Bucky was trying to hide his grin. “I mean, I don’t mind.”

Bucky decided to continue as he made your drink. “She was so goddamn soft, every inch of her was like I was in a dream.” He reminisced as he shook up the cocktail shaker. “You ever had someone like that Bob? Because man if you do- or if you have the opportunity- don’t pass that up.”

“I see,” he added, those feelings still swirling inside him as Bucky decorated your glass.

“She likes it.” He said “The rim.”

“I’m sorry?!” Bob choked out at another one of Bucky’s double entendres.

He pointed to the glass as if it were obvious, pouring the liquid into it before handing it over to the man who was clearly too pure for the world. “The salt rim on the glass. Where the hell is your head?”

“I do like head and a salty rim,” you sauntered in cracking a joke, Bob almost cracked the glass in his hand at the innuendo. “Is this my marg? Thank you!”

“No-no problem!”

“I hope he isn’t annoying you. He can be a pain in the ass.” You took a sip.

“Quite literally on my birthday! And some special occasions if I’m lucky.” You nudged Bucky with your elbow before the both of you looked at Bob with a tight smile.

A mildly painful silence passed. “You guys are kinda…” Bob began trying to find the right words, looking between you both. “Interesting.” Before he could elaborate, John called on him to help with something.

Bucky turned to you “He didn’t say no!” He tried to sound promising.

“Yeah because he said ‘interesting’. What does that even mean?” You took a longer sip. “Maybe threesomes just aren’t his thing.”

“I never said they weren’t.”

Your heads snapped to the door so fast you were almost convinced they would have fallen off. There he was standing in the doorway twiddling with his fingers. “You coulda just asked…”

“It’s not something you often drop into casual conversation to be fair,” Bucky spoke for you both, he could tell you were still frozen in surprise. “It can be a little complicated.”

Bob lowly laughed “Have you seen me? I’m beyond complicated.” A silence filled the room again. “Y/N?” He called out for you “You’re pretty quiet. You okay?”

You nodded before asking the question you didn’t realise how desperate you were to ask until now. “You wanna be our third?”

Bobs smile said yes but he replied “Give me a bit to think about it if that’s okay. It’s not something I’ve often- or rather ever- been asked. I wanna relish in this moment.” He walked away leaving both you and Bucky in the kitchen.

“See!” Bucky finally spoke up “He didn’t say no!”

—•—

An excitement was rushing in both yours and Bucky’s veins. It was a thrill neither of you had in a while but you were happy for your proposal to be considered by Bob.

The three of you briefly shared looks every now and then throughout the watchtower over the few days that passed as he had the decision playing on his mind. By the end of the week you were sitting late one night in the living room with a movie on when footsteps approached. “Hi,” you breathed out and turned off the tv.

Bob sat beside you, is body hunched over and his elbows resting on his knees, eyes forward when he asked. “Do you love each other?”

You blinked, not a question you had considered he would ask. “Very much,” you replied. “But from the outside looking in, I can understand why our love would look different.”

“What is he to you? Like is he your boyfriend?”

A question you had heard so many times. “He’s my Bucky. And I’m his Y/N. That’s the way it’s always been, and will always be.”

He sat up straight, giving you his full attention. “Are you happy with that?”

“I am. We love that we are free- with each other and sometimes others. We have always been very open, lots of talking, lots of understanding. That’s why it’s love, but it’s our own love. Others don’t have to understand and we are okay with that.” You explained and Bob nodded his timidly, you reached across and placed your hand over the top of his. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s a big ask.”

Bob barely heard a word you said, the electricity from your hand on his sent a shockwave through his body. He barely even heard another set of footsteps walk into the room. “Everything okay?” Bucky asked in nothing but a pair of boxers causing the pair of you to go wide-eyed at the sight. “I was just seeing if you were coming to bed.” He was telling you but looking at Bob.

You let out a sigh that wasn’t quite tired but not quite awake either. “Yeah, I’m on my way. We were just having a chat.” Bucky raised a brow, intrigued to what was discussed. “Just a good chat, Bob is still thinkin-“

“I’d love to go to bed too.”

His words created a new tension in the room. Your own hand clutching his ever so slightly tighter as Bucky’s jaw tensed. Bob looked to you, then to Bucky and then to your hand. “Incase you didn’t hear me…I’d love to go to bed too. With you both.”

“Now?” Bucky directly asked, you were stunned into silence.

Bob tugged on your fingers to capture your attention “I’m not very tired right now, are you…?” A wide smile spread across your face as you looked at the two men.

“I’m not tired.”

Another silence filled the room before Bucky’s dark chuckle broke it. “Jesus, Bob just kiss her already. It’s okay.” He stalled and his head staggered. You smirked and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips. The touch instantly melted away Bobs nerves and he was glad he wasn’t the one to start- mainly because he had no idea where to. He deeply sighed as you took charged and deepened the kiss. Bucky walked forward and sat behind Bob on the sofa before whispering in his ear “She likes when you bite her lips,” throwing gentle guidance his way as he took it on board and sank his teeth into your bottom lip, causing you to gasp.

Bucky’s hands roamed over Bob’s shoulders as he bit on your lip again “Good boy,” you murmured almost unknowingly, completely letting yourself go already. The praise caused Bob to push you forward with his body, not breaking the contact of your lisp against his. Bucky laid on top knowing you already had Bob wrapped around your little finger.

Bobs head moved and was inches away from Bucky’s “Can I try?” He asked, eyes flickering between Bucky’s eyes and his lips.

“Try what?” He asked and Bob was suddenly starting to understand the dynamic the pair of you had more.

“Can I try everything.” He replied and you let out a soft giggle.

“We don’t have do to everything tonight yanno…If you like it, we can do this as often as you want to.” You assured and watched as Bob’s nerves began to melt away as his lips captured Bucky’s. The two boys could hear your deep breathing and decided not to leave you out. Their heads moving to yours and quickly turning into messy, sloppy kisses between the three of you. As Bob’s and Bucky’s tongues danced across your own you could taste how different Bob was. He very much as sweet whereas Bucky was salty, being reminded of your conversation in the kitchen with him.

“We should move this before someone walks in,” Bucky pulled back with flush, kiss-stained lips. “Besides Bob, wouldn’t you rather have Y/N naked right about now because I sure would.”

He smirked against your skin as you said “Your wish is my command.” The two boys helped you up and then practically ran you down the hall to the room you and Bucky shared. Bob caught brief glimpses of it before he was being kissed by you both again. Parts of you and him scattered throughout. He could see the influence with Bucky from his bike helmet and leather jacket, you from the piles of books and fresh flowers. You quickly stripped and headed to the bed, the two boys still entangled in a kiss.

You cleared your throat deliberately, Bucky looking at you with a proud smirk while Bob’s jaw dropped at the sight of your perfect naked form. “A wish comes true.” He breathed out and reached out for you. Bucky gently pushed him forward.

“Why don’t you get her warmed up for me, Bob,” he suggested taking a seat in the corner “Show us what you can do…”

“He loves to watch,” you added as Bob approached you, his knees finding the edge of the bed first before practically falling in front of you. “Play with me as much as you want.” Bob began frantically kissing you and without a beat passing plunged two fingers into your hot, wet pussy. “Oh GOD!” You yelped and Bucky darkly laughed.

“That’s it Bob, don’t show her much mercy because she’ll do the same to you. Go fucking for it.” Bucky palmed himself at the sight of you, how pretty you looked under another man. God how he missed this. He couldn’t help himself and took off his boxers, jacking himself off at the sight of you being mercilessly fingered by Bob.

Bob was in a sinful haze, his chest about to burst with the exhilaration flowing through his veins. “Fuck, you’re both so fucking hot.” He swiftly pulled his fingers out and tasted you on them, bringing them close to your face so you could too. Bob almost orgasming at the sight of you and of Bucky too. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he blubberingly admitted causing you to let out a sweet laugh.

“Don’t worry, Bobby, we will have time for that. We don’t want your first time to be rushed, do we now sweetie?” You called out to Bucky you moaned in approval of your words. “You want to eat me out, cutie?” Bob went weak at the knees over your honeyed tone asking a filthy question. He scooted down and plunged mouth first straight into your pussy, really showing you that he couldn’t wait. “Oh, god! Bob! That’s so, so good.” You groaned, back arching as you looked out to Bucky who was almost cumming on the chair at the sight. You reached out for him silently with your arm and he came over to you both in the bed, his knees resting by your head as you opened wide for him and let him fuck your mouth.

Bob looked at the sight, moaning into your wet folds and causing a delightful tingling through your whole body which transferred onto Bucky. “That pussy is the gates to heaven.” Bob agreed with another hum. “Ain’t she a dream, Bob.” Bucky said “A fucking gorgeous dream. The two of you are.” He admitted, the praise making Bob burry further between your thighs. Bucky played with your nipples as you continued to suck him off. Bob pulled back, causing you to lowly groan against Bucky’s cock.

“Sorry, beautiful, I’m wearing too many clothes for this.” He admitted and stood back.

“Let us help you take them off.” Bucky said, pulling himself away from your warm mouth. You shakily stood up and removed his belt while Bucky removed his top, kissing his chest while doing so.

“You can have the fun part, baby.” Bucky watched as you fell to your knees and undid the button of his jeans pulling them down and leaving him in his boxers before you hooked your fingers around those and pulled them down. Bob’s cock sprang free, yours and Bucky’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit.” You gawked at the sight of him.

“I agree. Where have you been hiding that?”

Bob blushed at the words being laid upon him as he stepped out of his clothes around his ankles. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as you slowly slid him into your mouth, with each millisecond passing, Bobs moans became louder and Bucky kissed him in order to stifle him a little. One of Bob’s hands reached your head while the other tangled with Bucky’s hair. “Oh fuck-fuck-fuck!” He moaned against Bucky’s lips. “Is she always this good?”

Bucky smirked “Always.”

Bobs hips jolted forward as you gagged on his length, the sound making the two men feral. Your mouth then moved to Bucky’s cock and he groaned, involuntary biting into Bobs neck, making him yelp with pleasure, before kissing the same spot. “Doing such a good job, Y/N.” Bob whimpered out. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum again just waiting the two of you like this.”

You stopped and pulled back a little. “Again?” You questioned, Bucky also raising a brow.

Bob bashfully smirked “You don’t think I got myself off at the sight of you two? Especially after seeing you in the kitchen or when you were out on the balcony…” you and Bucky wickedly smirked.

“Did you want that to be me cumming all over Y/N’s chest that day?” He peppered a kiss over his lips and cheeks as you stood up and did the same.

“Did you want that to be you cumming all over my chest…?” Bob gulped at your words, suddenly feeling like a gazelle between two lions. You turned your head a little to face Bucky, roaming your hands over his body. “Maybe we should put him out of his misery, baby. He’s been such a good boy. Don’t you think he deserves to cum?”

Bucky mocked a pondering expression. “Hmm…I dunno. We wouldn’t want it to be over too quickly…”

Bob let out a gruff growl “Please, god, I’ll be so good for you both. We can fuck all the time, always, so much, just please let me fucking cum in or on or both on the pair of you already!” He burst causing you and Bucky to widely smile at his wild outburst. A far cry from the sweet, timid Bob you both thought you knew.

You shared a look with Bucky “He has been so good so far. We should let him.” You said and Bob grinned.

“Fine, since it’s the first time and you’re so excited. But next time, we’re going to be playing with you a lot longer…” he warned. “You can do the honours tonight,” he said moving to the bed again “I’ll cum in her mouth, you can cum in her pussy. Let’s fill up those holes of hers with us.”

The three of you were on the bed, mouths and hands roaming every inch of someone’s body, not knowing we’re one limb started and the other ended. Bucky was the one who grabbed onto Bob’s cock, thrusting it in his hand just enough to make him moan into your mouth. “Fuck me, both of you fuck me. Ruin me.” You begged. “Don’t just cum in the one place, I want it all.” Bucky and Bob shared a glance and a smirk that silently created a plan.

Bucky thrust his cock into your mouth as Bob took a deep breath and sunk his cock deep into your dripping pussy. Both boys let out a ‘fuck’ in unison under their breaths as you lay on the bed and let them both fuck you in harmony. Bucky was reaching his climax first, gripping onto the bed frame and Bobs shoulder. “Gonna cum, fuck you’re both so fucking sexy.” With a groan, his hips bucked and a shot of hot cum ran down your throat, not before he pulled back and finished across your chest.

You began to come undone on Bobs hard cock, an orgasm washing over you as you yelled out both thier names like you were chanting life-altering scripture. Bob burst at the sight, screaming, cursing and moaning as he came inside you, finding the strength to pull out in enough time to also finish off of your chest and stomach, both boys leaving white shiny ribbons across your rapidly rising and falling torso.

The two boys licked your chest clean before sharing a kiss and then kissing you, letting the cum on their tongues drip onto your own, allowing the sweet and salty taste of three of you to dance over your tastebuds. Bob collapsed beside you, latching onto your side.

Bucky kissed your forehead as he grabbed you a washcloth, beginning his gentle aftercare of cleaning you up, even cleaning up Bob with a gentle smile on his face before joining the two of you in bed again one he has done that. You were sandwiched in between the two boys, a level of bliss you had been unfamiliar with for a while.

Bob had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face as he drifted off to sleep, enduring the afterglow of an intense new high, one he had never experienced before.

“Holy shit. That was fucking incredible. You two are fucking incredible. I can’t wait to do more. I can’t wait to try everything.” He couldn’t help but blissfully chuckle. You and Bucky shared a tired smile. “Wish you guys had asked me sooner.”

—•—

You were dishing out dinner a few days later, the two boys looking at you, starving.

But not for the meal you had prepared.

The rest of the team were blissfully unaware, chatting amongst themselves as you squeezed yourself between Bucky and Bob, your new favourite place to be. “Both?” You asked Bob, again talking about the food on the platter you were holding.

He subtly licked his lips, his lust-blown pupils darting between you and Bucky.

“Both.”

—•—

PART 2

[mediumgayitalian]

¡hi! I just wanted to mention I found your ficts like, a week ago by pure chance and I am absolutely obsessed with the way you characterize will and the rest of the apollo cabin. Haven't actually interacted with any pjo content in a WHILE but i just absolutely ran through most your ficts in such few time, i adore how you write oh my god. It's everything i've ever wanted for these characters I so rarely find any content but am still mildly loosing my mind over.

🥺thank u..........that is so kind. and if ur looking for more stuff i can list some of my biggest inspirations!!

my fave pjo writer, even above rick riordan, is @cordelia---rose -- she is the will solace author of all time and gets him like no one else does. and me personally im more of a character writer than a plot writer, but BOY can cordelia do both. here's her ao3.

another writer i love is @the-ghost-king, who is not only right all the time but has some EXCELLENT niche headcanons for will that fit so so well. he's also got great analyses in abundance about the entire canon series, as he's currently rereading it, and on nico in general. his ao3 is here.

GOD does @rottenpomegranate (could not tell u if this is the right blog, im going off ao3 username) ever get not only solangelo specifically but how to write really intimate relationships. i stg im regularly picking thru their fics for instructions. anyways. ao3 here.

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll u wanna talk about PLOT! they have ur back!! they come up with the most fascinating story ideas and i eat it up every time. delicious. they are also an autistic will truther and i love that. ao3 here.

OVER TO THE FCKN CLASSICS IT'S @rosyredlipstick !!! ive been reading her stuff genuinely since i was 11 years old. i GREW UP on conchell. her stuff is so interesting and her shorter stuff is so cozy i reread on the reg. ao3 here.

ANOTHER ENDLESS CLASSIC! been reading @buoyantsaturn 's stuff just as long. he's got a HUGE collection of work it's my aspiration. they're really good at writing drew actually which is niche but i love her. ao3.

and a third classic! @percyspandapillowpetperry ive been reading their fics forever and it's funny cus their username is so specific it Sticks in my memory. i remember where i was when reading a lot of these for the first time. they write a lot of silliness and they're great for a laugh ! ao3

THE PJO ARRANGED MARRIAGE ROYAL AU....😭😭😭 @gatesofember COME BACK PLEASE I NEED TO SEE HOW IT ENDS!!! i used this fic as inspo for my own royal au. i drank up every word and i think of will's family dynamic in it ALL THE TIME. ao3.

@percyinpanties wrote my favourite smutty solangelo fic of all time and they actually generally write a lot of good, kind of plot driven but mostly just GOOD smut and i am there w a notepad every time. i stg. ao3.

i disagree with @ughdomenico a Lot but i can never pinpoint why and im always mad that even tho i disagree i also agree a little. even if i don't want to. she always has something fascinating to stay and it sticks in my mind forever. always inspired. ao3.

nikkiRA when i fucking catch you nikkiRA. "Will dreams of the people he cannot save. They're mad a him." changed my fucking LIFE youre evil youre sick and twisted. ao3

THE GOLDEN APPLE THE FUCKIN GOL okay. @thegoldenappleofdiscord has this one fucking fic and its unfinished right. has been for years. of will growing up with plague powers that he hates. and it fucking HAUNTS me it changed the way i wrote will solace forever PLEASE COME BACK (ao3)

@ghosttotheparty dude his solangelo is great of course but their PERCABETH...their percabeth fucking gets me bad. ao3.

look if you're frothing at the mouth for a royal au. and i so often am. @theroyalsavage as you can maybe guess, has you COVERED. they get the weirdo power dynamics means sucker punch intimacy of a royal au SO good...like she knows what she's doing fr. ao3.

OKAY ONTO ARTISTS:

@mothmanavenue hasnt been doing much pjo stuff lately but when she does it's fire!! she made my pfp too.

@skysmadness is less active here but he's pretty active on instagram (same username) and just posted some nico art actually!! i love the way he draws faces. AND in general i love how he draws nico, he styles him really well.

oh boy @cindersart hasnt drawn pjo in FOREVER but they've been drawing since i was a kid. i have soooooo many of their works saved on my phone bc their comedic expressions KILL me and inspire so so many fics.

brand new follow for me but @the-sunniest-angels angels holy moly!!! they use colours SO well it shocks me so bad. i love how whipped nico is in their art lol

@delicate-sketch ... oh all of you know delicate sketch. she's got pfp's all over this site lol. and HOO boy do her paintings knock the breath out of you.......ive been thinking of her children of hades painting for a while like im always thinking about delicate demigods now. they are. they are

hasn't gone here in a while either (i am noticing a trend 😭😭) but @clingonlikeclingwrap drew a couple of my fics and they captured will angst SO well. love that to pieces.

and finally @cometjuice HI BELOVED.....theeeeee apollo cabin artist OF ALL TIME like oh my goodness i scroll thru their blog every day like the paper. endless endless w's.

ANYWAYS this was a lot but i hope ur can curate ur tumblr experience!! so many brilliant minds at work here!!

[blorger]

would you ever make a list of your favorite drarry fics? ive run out and i trust ur opinion lol

Oh my, if that isnt a million dollar question. I've recced many of my favorites already so I'm only going to list ten of those:

At Your Service by Faith Wood: this is an 8th year fic where Harry is once again trying to solve a mystery and Draco is once again Up To Something, one of my favorite premises; I once read a rec of this fic that mentioned that it reads a lot like the hp books in terms of pacing and I couldn't agree more. Faith Wood is a mainstay in the drarry fandom and many of their fics are old classics: if you're interested in more of their works I recommend Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day.

Tea and No Sympathy by @wholahoop : I love time loop fics and this one is probably my favorite. I really enjoy Draco's characterisation and character arc in this fic, he reads very human to me. Another fic by who la hoop I recommend is Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo, which never fails to make me laugh.

the earth from a distance by spqr: this is a lovely time-travel fic with a particularly enjoyable progression of Harry and Draco's relationship. Reading this fic gives me a cozy feeling.

You See Through My Disguise by @aibidil: I feel like what-ifs fics are especially hard to get just right and this fic couldn't get it righter; the author manages to strike just the right balance to make the fic feel like it could conceivably happen during canon and the heist portion of the fic is a real standout moment.

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi: a very unique premise (what if Harry never got to Hogwarts?) done exceptionally well; somehow the author manages to have Harry form the same dynamics with Ron and Hermione that he has in canon without the 6 years of shared experiences to build on. It's also very interesting to see what Harry's absence does to change the hp plot, and how meeting as 17 year olds affects his relationship with Draco.

The World Thy Gaol by @novembersnowflake: a slightly melancholy fic with a lovely, competent Draco who is a bit lost but manages to find his way; it's the old "finding yourself by trying to change yourself " plot but it's not at all done in a cliché-d way.

The If Sieve by bmouse (cest_what): This is another old timey classic and it really holds up to the test of time; Draco messes with parallel universes to find what to do in his and it feels very canon-like. Draco's adventure is heartfelt and intense and continues in Mirror Maze, another great fic.

The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy by @magpiefngrl: An incredibly delightful fic with a Draco malfoy in the muggle world (love) and a hilarious Narcissa (double love). From this author I also recommend 9½ days, a mid-war what if much like You See Through My Disguise.

The Wand Slipped by @unmistakablyoatmeal: I love case fics and I love me a noir atmosphere and this fic has both. Harry's characterisation is especially compelling and his profession (private eye) is so right yet so rarely used in fics; P.I. is my favorite occupation for Harry and this fic is why.

from love, obviously🔒 by @starsworth: perfect fic. the banter is 10/10, Draco's characterization is spot-on and the dynamic between Harry and Draco is that wonderful push and pull that makes me love drarry so much. This is probably my favorite out of all the fics I've recced, definitely top 3 all time faves.

As for fics that I haven't recced, there's two and they are my all time favorites. One of them (If you've a ready mind by maya) is from an author who left the fandom, which leaves me in a bit of a tight spot reccing-wise since I don't know their feelings about their works being shared and I can't therefore link to it. The other (What We Pretend We Can't See by @gyzym) is so special to me that, were I to rec it like all the others, I wouldn't even know how to begin. I thought about dedicating a whole week to it and posting one quote per day, that's how much I love this fic (I still haven't decided wether to do it, I don't want to give preferential treatment but also the world needs to know about this fic). For now I'm just going to link to it because otherwise this ask is going to devolve into me raving about this fic, just know that I am full of Thoughts about it and I recommend it very much.

Thank you for the ask friend,

xoxo

[purplehalnw]

Props to the Daredevil writers because there are moments between Matt and Foggy like:

-Foggy saying that Matt's a "really good looking guy" when they first meet

-Foggy and Matt equating owning a law firm together to them being married

-Matt saying "you're not gonna kiss me" and Foggy responding "I'm feeling a little something"

That could come off as queerbaiting but honestly don't, at least in my opinion.

Some of my fave celebrity dynamics (David Tennant & Michael Sheen, Anthony Mackie & Sebastian Stan) are friends who are secure enough in their sexualities and identities that they're totally fine with jokingly flirting with/saying romantic things about each other. And this seems like something that the Daredevil writers were doing with Matt and Foggy's relationship.

Like in most instances, queerbaiting comes from the situations two (often male) characters are put in. They're put in situations that force them to be super close with one another or in situations where other characters assume that they're a couple, both of which the audience is expected to laugh at. You're laughing at how "compromising" the situation is. Because being queer is largely seen as something shameful and emasculating and seeing these men being essentially humiliated is meant to be funny.

I think an example of this is Bucky and Sam in "Falcon and the Winter Soldier". There's the scene where Bucky and Sam fall off a truck in ep 2 and roll around in the grass, holding onto each other. Even when they stop rolling, Bucky doesn't get off of Sam until Sam pushes him off. There's a scene in that same episode where Bucky and Sam are with Bucky's therapist who suggests that they do a "soul gazing exercise" that she "usually does with couples". To do the exercise, Bucky and Sam have to get so close that they end up interlocking legs. In the end, Sam tells the therapist "thanks doc, for making it weird".

In these moments you're laughing at how unwillingly physically close Bucky and Sam have to be, you're laughing at them being treated/framed like a couple, but you're not supposed to seriously expect them to ever be together. It's pretty mean-spirited.

And in my opinion what makes Matt and Foggy different from this is that they are the ones making the jokes. They aren't ashamed by the idea of them being together, in fact they're endeared by it. So, in this case you're laughing with them, not at them.

Plus, queerbaiting has intention behind it. The writers intend to bait queer people with representation without giving them any payoff so that they can also appeal to the homophobes in the audience. And in my opinion, it's clear that the Daredevil writers never intended to give off the impression that Matt and Foggy might be a couple some day.

Obviously, no hate to Matt & Foggy shippers. People love romance, especially between those who are already close friends. But I do really love their friendship and how it's the heart of the show.

Some writers are so afraid of their male characters being interpreted as gay that they'll just ruin their relationship in general. Like how the Star Wars sequels separated Finn and Poe and started giving them random female love interests. Or how the MCU decided to have Steve abandon Bucky just so he could go back in time to be with his previously-almost-girlfriend Peggy who had moved on from him in the future.

But the Daredevil writers definitely aren't afraid of Matt and Foggy being too close. Matt gets several love interests but pretty much all of them end up leaving him in some way. But you know who is always there for him? Foggy. His friendship with Foggy is the most important relationship in the show, even in death it seems (haven't seen Born Again yet but I of course couldn't avoid spoilers).

[basedonconjecture]

🎂 birthday fic rec exchange 🥳

yes, I will continue being obnoxious about my stuff elsewhere. but! my real birthday gift to me is spreading my agenda uh propaganda no no I mean the good news of really great fic written by talented people who have all, in some form or fashion, even if you didn't know it until now, kept me in the DA fandom much longer than I expected to be.

So! In the spirit of exchange and ✨fandom positivity✨, I bring you these offerings, then YOU (and I do mean you, if you’re seeing this, idc if you follow me or not or if you're already on this list do it anyway):

read all at least one

leave kudos and a nice comment

reblog with your own rec for ME (can be your own if you want! don’t be shy~)

we all profit

Easy peasy :) I have approximately 6 weeks of extra free time so get to recc’ing 👏 👏

the recs✨

amore amargo by @bygonesigh - E-rated Rookanis, sex-pollen-but-it’s-poison fic! Rook and Lucanis go to steal some ingredients for a sleep draught and accidentally get poisoned instead~

underneath the skin there’s a human by @complikatedd - post-Minrathous vs Treviso choice, canon genfic, emotional hurt/comfort Rookanis feat. my fave, Zita ‘Noodle’ de Riva.

the last train to nowhere - M-rated cowboy/western davrook au by the one & only @thedissonantverses whose other fics I also recommend but this one is new and very easy to get caught up on and has cowboy!davrin so dooooo it

prophets & promises - E-related Cullavellan longfic that I am invested in seeing in it’s entirety, so if you could all go implore (very nicely, very gently) @mythals-whore to post the rest of it, I would be eternally grateful (I bet you thought it would be her davrook longfic that I’m obsessed with and you should also read. well 😏)

considerations by @dymme - t-rated Emmrook!! From the tags: ‘the slightest bit of angst that is immediately resolved, they’re both besotted old fools’ emphasis on besotted dldjsjdjg it’s very sweet and funny and I will adore Maggs forever and ever and ever 🫶

spite isekai (ie., modern demon in thedas) by @ofcrowsanddragons - M-rated Lucanis & Spite fit that IS very clever and very fun and very hard to describe succinctly but you should all read it (and you should all also be reading their gothic horror pre-canon rookanis fic bc it's excellent)

weird forks and other concerns of modern assassins by @hyperions-light - M-rated modern thedas AU about the very messy and complicated relationships and weird power dynamics between Crows. Leth is v fun and so, so messy.

getting into trouble series by @biowaredisasterbisexual - series of Neverook one shots featuring the best Disaster Rook this side of Thedas — and it's finished now and I need to catch up on it and you all need to get in on the Disaster Rook lore right nowwwwwww

it will come back by @mageofquandrix - Cullen/f!Trevelyan gen fic feat. a trans Trevelyna that is very sweet and lovely friends-to-lovers after some distance.

not a date by @propenseverbosity - T-rated demi4demi Rookanis that reimagines the first coffee date as a very sweet coming out conversation between Lucanis and Rook. 'semi-romantic knife exchange' is perhaps my new favorite tag

all the pieces at play by @introvertedfangrl - this is a tbr rec, admittedly, bc I am very behind on reading but multi-chapter multirook fic!!! It's such a fascinating idea and it deserves more attention ok ok ok

where the heart is by @flowersforthemachines - M-rated pre-canon lore fic of one Ghilasara Thorne that more people need to read and I stand by that. I demand more oc x oc content in this fandom, actually. Go read it right now.

bellara's doing alright by @skullypettibone - T-rated mad scientist Bellara fic feat. Bellario <33 I feckin love the way Skully writes them, they're so sweet and real with a side order of also being very funny to boot.

[froggibus]

Hello hello!

If u r okay/cool with it: Could i pls request venture!amab x reader nsfw hcs? I love the way u write them!

(Also I just saw ur post about that u wanted ppl 2 be specific and im sorry i wasnt when i asked the first time D:)

NSFW Headcanons- Venture

Pairing: AMAB! Sloan Cameron x reader (no pronouns—reader is implied to have a pussy but it’s never directly stated)

Genre: smut/NSFW

CW: established relationship, sub/dom dynamics, switch! Venture, switch! reader, edging, overstim, bondage (mild), breeding/creampie, unprotected sex, riding, cowgirl, doggystyle, missionary, full nelson, oral, face fucking, praise, aftercare

awww no it’s all good!! I don’t mind at all ^^ i just added that clause recently cause of all the Ven reqs I got, it’s not like a hard requirement or anything. anyway thanks for the requests & always being so sweet! your comments on things always make my day :)

Sloan is the exact opposite of a selfish lover

even when they’re in more of a dominant mood, their main priority is always to make you feel as good as possible

they’re pretty flexible in bed too. usually they’re very casual, all of their focus is on you & they don’t worry much about sub/dom dynamics

but they’re a switch at heart and whatever you want, that’s what they’ll be

they LOVE giving head and if you let them, they’ll be between your legs for hours

they can be such a tease too, but nothing feels better to them than when you cum on their face

tbh they could cum right then and there, just from seeing you whine and fuck yourself against their mouth

they love getting head too

the second your tongue hits the head of their cock, they’re a total goner

they’re such a sucker for giving/receiving praise too

they’ll tell you how perfect your pretty little mouth is, how it was made to take their cock, how good you are for letting them use you

they could get you off with praise alone tbh

they love love LOVE it when you ride them

just watching you bounce up and down on their cock, whining and breathing shakily while you try to fit as much of them in you as possible >~<

nothing in the whole world feels better to them

when they’re feeling more submissive, sometimes they liked to be tied to the bed or have you holding their wrists

they LOVE when you use them for your own pleasure, whether you’re grinding against their muscly thighs or you’re sinking yourself low on their cock

or if you have them restrained somehow and use their mouth however you want

maybe you’re sitting on their face, or you have them kneeling on the side of the bed so you can fuck their tongue how you please

they’ll look at you with hearts in their eyes and thank you for using them so well

don’t forget to praise them tho!!

if they’re feeling more dominant however

it’s so over for you

they’ll grip your thighs and pull you down onto their tongue and fuck you until your thighs are trembling

and that’s just the start

if you’re being a brat specifically, they love fucking you doggystyle, shoving your face into the pillow and snapping their hips against yours until you can’t even think straight

they like to manhandle you and remind you of how much stronger they are than you too

full nelson is one of their faves for this. they love gripping your thighs and guiding you up and down their cock, using your body like their own little fleshlight

or if you’re open to it, they’ll cuff your hands together and make you ride them, watching as you squirm and struggle to take them with no hands

eventually they’ll take pity on you and fuck into you

whether sub or dom they always wanna cum inside of you

theyll whisper in your ear so nice and beg you to let them fill you up

their breathy sexy voice and their whiny moans push you over the edge and you give in every single time

once is never enough for them, especially after they’ve been at a site for a long time

they can go at least two rounds but they’ve got major stamina

they were a little awkward about aftercare at first (mostly cause they didn’t know how to do it) but once they learned what you need, they’re the best at it

loves cuddling after sex and reminding you how much they love you

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[sanji-piss-hell]

ZOSAN FIC REC

Here is some of my fave zosan fics. Some of these I read years ago and so I don't fully remember what theyre about but they we're good enough that I still have strong emotional attachments when I see the name. Most of them are things I've read recently. Literally all I do all day is homework and have an app tts fanfics to me like an audio book so there's quite a few of recs here. I am not the best at summeries but just trust me bro these are GOOD SHIT. I only provide the best. What I consider a good fic: - Takes place in the one piece world (I don't like modern aus) - Characters stay in character or if they do have changes from their canon portrayal there is a justifiable reason from within the story. - Solid story telling and arcs (even the shorter fics) - The Zosan dynamic is kept mostly how it is in canon they fight and bicker. (I know some like when they're soft with eachother like a loving married couple. You won't find much of that here) - Some of these have pervy sanji, que nose bleeds and ogling. With that out of the way here's the list!! Now to my fave zosan fic of all time and ironically enough the only fic taking place in a modern setting: Life is fine series. TW: Drug abuse, heavy angst, depression I have reread this twice and forced a friend to read it too. It is so amazing not just for the zosan but for the genuinely good story telling. You follow zoro reeling from his sudden loss of relationship with Sanji and falling down a...Well uh, path. It's fucked it's dark it's depressing and its fucking riviting. Alot of the time reading this you're just like WHY DID SANJI LEAVE HIM WHAT IS GOING ON??? Honestly I need to reread this again. Onto softer fics to heal your heart after that one: Honor in limits, his strengths in weakness By Hawksbrood

“Fucking hell cook, what happened to you?” Zoro demanded, voice low so as not to disturb the others sleeping nearby.

Sanji rolled his eyes. “What do you think? I told you we got in a fight earlier.”

“Not that, your fucking feet!”

The cook snarled at that, crushing his cigarette in his teeth. “What the fuck do you mean, my feet? They’re just feet!”

Zoro’s eyes widened, looking at the bruised flesh before him. This wasn’t that.

This was just so good and cute. I appreciate watching zoro appreciate sanji. They take care of eachother but in a way where theyre both still them yeah know? I appreciate how sanji is written letting himself be vulnerable but understanding that he's always gonna be crass cause it's just a part of who he is.

come on, come on (turn a little faster) by donutsandcoffee

The one where everyone thinks they’re dating, Sanji is oblivious, and Zoro takes everything in stride.

Sometimes a love story can go in reverse.

I reread this one recently and it's just soft and sweet. I like watching sanji flounder around. The gay panic is great.

a complete guide to falling in love by ThousandSunny Sanji was trained in the Bridal Arts; this does not go unnoticed by the rest of his crew. I read this like 3 years ago and I dont remember much but I do remember loving it!

Part Timer By 8ball Sanji really, really doesn't want to give Zoro a job at his restaurant. Zoro doesn't really even want to work there in the first place, but, well, there’s this thing with Sanji, and this thing with feelings and the whole thing is pretty damn stupid all together. Zeff just wants grandkids. He’s too old for this bullshit anyways. I am sure everyone knows 8ball very well they're like zosan famous but still just in case this one is really fucking good. Also read this 3 years ago so I don't remember much but I consider this a zosan classic. Onto the rated R Grand Buffet by asyndese Drunk fic!! If there was one thing Zoro knew, it was that you could always trust Sanji's inclinations to do a beautiful 180 as soon as he was drunk. Luckily, Zoro was more than equipped to handle it. I spent. 30 minutes. Trying to find this fic again because that's how much I loved it. It altered my brain chemistry. Sanji getting a nose job during sex is just. aaaaaaaaa. Read it. Cannot suggest enough. Horrors not yet known by Trixree

Sanji doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before, is the thing. Of all the times he has seen Zoro shirtless (in battle, mostly) he just… never noticed. The problem is, once he has noticed, Sanji can’t seem to stop noticing. And neither can anyone else.

In which Zoro has a nipple piercing and Sanji has a Problem.

I recently reread this and the first time I read it I didn't really get the whole gender sanji shit. Now though???? Yeah another fic that rewired my brain chemistry. This fic opened doors for me it exposed me to a new world. Also sanji gay panic is in here and I live for that. It can be pretty raunchy (love that too) Three rounds with a tiger by KobochaKitsune Another drunk Fic!! also in modern times damn maybe I lied sdklfj

Liquid courage, drunken decisions, terrible euphemisms, and texts from last night, or: how to think entirely with the booze (and your dick) for once.

Or: By the time Sanji got to the party, everyone was already drunk.

I read this 3 years ago (theres a trend going on can you tell??) It also rewired my brain chemistry (from this point on just assume all of these nsfw fics rewired my brain chemistry each of these opened doors for me. This one opened the doors to bottom zoro.) Fucking 20k words of just pwp. I dont even know how the author did that bro like damn. Nature of things by stark_black Tw: Sex work and prostitutes When the Sunny docks, Sanji and Zoro sometimes seek out relief in some not so savory places. After crossing paths in town on more than one occasion, the two find they have a lot more in common than they would like to admit. I hunted this down for like fucking hours a couple of weeks ago because it was that good. Stark_Black has a fucking library worth of zosan fics this one is a classic to me. But if you want more content check out his other fics I think they have like over 100 zosan its kinda insane. Coregasm by Yakarmi

Sanji discovers that sometimes, Zoro has orgasms while he lifts.

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“You…” Sanji trailed off, gaze turning down as he licked his lips. Pink tongue darting out nervously. “You orgasm when you exercise?”

Zoro clenched his jaw. Shrugged. Trying to act nonchalant.

“Sometimes.”

Sanji’s eye went wide, and like his mouth had suddenly been liberated from his brain, blurted out, “that’s so fucking hot,” before clamping his hands over his mouth. His cigarette fell from his mouth, bouncing soundlessly on the ground.

Bro bestie, the way this put me on nose bleed Sanji. Perv sanji. I need that gif thats like mmm cause man this is good. Ending this fic rec with a BANG we have

Contingencies and Congruencies by PeaceSignDisasterBi

Somewhere between finishing the bottles of alcohol and mugs of beer, the crew comes together to create a contingency plan for something that may-or-may-not-happen during their time on the Grand Line and beyond. Usopp thinks it's more likely than bumping into zombies, Zoro wants to stay out of this, Sanji is just going with the flow, and Nami may or may not keep things legally binding and above board with consistent consensual acquiescence. Robin finds it all amusing.

The damn chart stays in the locked drawer in her desk, split into three neat categories: Devil Fruit Powers, Science, and Magic. Each represents whatever they're hit with but also categorizes the amount of self-control the person has during.

AKA: 5 times Zoro and Sanji had to help each other as Consensual Helpers of Dubious Consent + 1 Time There Was Nothing Dubious At All

Ok this is 152k long its pretty insane. It regoes over the arcs so throughly so carefully that I literally had to question my memory because I havent experienced alot of these arcs in a while (it's one of the reasons im rewatching one piece). I will say despite how amazing and well written this is I had a hard time comprehending sometimes. now I was sick at the time of reading this so that might be why but sometimes the way things were phrased felt like yoda talking. I think it's just me though. I'm not used to big words :( And thats a wrap!! These arent even all the ones I wanted to include I have at least 20 more off the top of my head but I'll save that for another day. I hope you find joy in these fics Like i did I'll def do another one of these as cause I didnt even touch my sanji centric fics or germa 66 or just in general the best sanji fanfic writers. (Mentioned some of them like 8ball, thousand sunny and donuts and coffee.) Best of luck to yall and let me know what you think!

[princesssmars]

holly jolly!

an abby anderson x reader based on my abby winter drabble !

wc : 15.718

contains : fluff, angst and smut . fxf relationship. fem!reader. switch! abby and reader. oral and penetrative sex. strap-on yippee. past abby x owen ewwww. owen hate bc i hate him and its funny. reader is a skier and abby does hockey! shitty dad for reader sorry girls. slight alcoholism sorry girls again. the reader is described as slightly tall i know yall been wanting taller readers. reader is kind of bitchy and abby loves it my fave dynamic (dynamic and pretty much the rest inspired by the little ruse go read it).

a/n : sorry i never got over my drabble guys. i dont know who exactly made hockey!abby but ive read em all so big creds to @angelkissiies @millersaurora @whatwouldsylwrite (and @eightstarr for calling abby princess) everyone else smoochies ily <3 made reader a skier because ive been obsessing over the olympics and i watched mollys game and thought it would be cool if i made a skier reader instead of a figure skater. ballerina next time if yall will indulge my delusions.

christmas has always been a bittersweet holiday.

you can remember the good parts from your childhood. picking out your first stocking with your mom. when your younger brother hid in the cupboard to try and catch santa. when your baby brother got cookie dough all over the kitchen, even on the ceiling. or when you were five years old and your dad gifted you your very first pairs of skis.

but it was hard to remember when the bad could get really bad. constant days spent out in the cold and snow, redoing your runs over and over until your legs burned and your back ached. your days that were supposed to be full of vacationing and fun instead filled with aches and falls and countless arguments once you realized you could start talking back.

some of the few friends you've had over the years tried to get you to focus on the good times and not the bad. that dwelling in the past wouldn't help you move forward. when you were younger you'd just call them assholes and move on, but recently it didn't seem worth the effort. that's probably why you started college with no close friends.

it was fine. you had your smarts, which helped you to get a full-ride scholarship when a skiing one fell through after a bad leg injury a few months back. because of that, your mom managed to convince your dad to get off of your ass for a while as you recovered. you had money thanks to your parents and you had your looks which would land you a hookup once in a blue moon.

you'd even made two acquaintances on campus, your roommate, tonya, who was pretty mellow and made sure not to bring the weed she smoked inside your dorm, and a girl named nora in one of your general ed classes whom you would partner up with often.

so yeah. it was fine. at least until the end of your freshman year.

you were running late for your ten am class, sleeping in because tonya had somehow managed to convince you to go to a small party with her last night and take body shots, and then when you were close to being drunk you saw one of your past hookups in the corner who you had dropped for getting way too attached way too quickly, so then you had to quickly find tonya and run back to your dorm-

youre in the middle of remembering ton's bird-like laugh when you nearly faceplanted into your front door when you ran full force into a hulking mass of a body.

the sound of them lightly cursing and asking if you were okay falls on deaf ears as you pick up your bag and hike it to your class, ignoring the stairs of the other students when you rush and plop into your seat.

luckily you manage to get yourself together afterwards, fixing yourself up at your dorm before heading to your next course with nora. as soon as you sit down she's teasing you about a video she saw of you getting wasted last night and you don't even have the energy to entertain her.

"well, instead of getting drunk off your ass again how about you join me tonight? one of my friends is on the hockey team and i got some nice ass tickets."

"c'mon, nora. hockey? seriously?"

"oh, im sorry ms. olympian, is hockey too good for you suddenly? just a bunch of women tossing a puck around too barbaric for you?"

"wait, you didnt say it was women's hockey."

"well, it is."

"..."

"..."

"what time does it start?"

at around five you're putting on a cute sweater and a puffer jacket before joining nora on the campus bus where she tries to quickly explain the rules of hockey to you in the span of five minutes. she asks how on earth you haven't been to one of the games or at least heard of the team's star breakout player. you have to carefully explain that you've had enough of sports to last a lifetime.

the indoor arena is packed, and you have to roughly squeeze and push multiple people out of the way to get by. nora starts laughing and tells you to leave the violence to the players and you brush her off. (for some reason she constantly loves to tease you.) when you both finally sit in your seats, you notice that they're behind the glass where the team players get out onto the ice and sit for breaks. nora suddenly bangs on the glass behind a player wearing an ANDERSON 20 jersey. the girl stands up and turns around and good god.

you weren't the shortest girl yourself, standing a couple inches over most girls you knew, but jesus she was easily almost six feet tall, and big, even if her jersey and gear probably made her look larger which really didn't help you focus. you liked the contrast of it with her face, bright, cute, and red from the cold as she talked to nora through the plexiglass. you were just about to admire the shape of her nose when her slightly unnerving blue eyes turned to you.

"hey, i recognize you!"

your brows pull in a deep scrunch.

"from this morning, you bumped into me and nearly knocked me on my ass."

"oh my god, i had a feeling that was you!" you hear the familiar noise of nora laughing at your pain. "jeez, how drunk did you get last night?"

"would you just- look, im sorry about earlier. i was hungover and rushing to class."

she smiles and shakes her head. "its chill, dont worry about it. nora, are you going to that party at derek's frat after? i swear he was begging me to come but i wasnt too sure."

"abby, everyone asks you to go to their parties and you never do! live a little." nora pauses before wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

you knew she was about to say something to piss you off.

"even little y/n here is gonna come and properly apologize to someone for once. isn't that right, hun?"

great.

"well, that wasn't my plan for tonight. at all." you say before picking up your giant hockey-themed plastic cup and taking a sip, hoping the chill of your slushie numbs out the rest of this conversation.

abby adjusts some of her straps and her helmet before resting her hand on the glass, noticing how the rest of her teammates are getting ready to go out on the ice. "well, i'd really like to see you there. is there any way i could convince you to come?"

"i don't know, is there?"

"how about... when i win, you come to the party with me."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes so hard they hurt. leave it to nora to be friends with the walking cliche of an arrogant sports player. you could've been spending this moment in your dorm watching a dumb hallmark movie about a businesswoman falling in love with a farmer while eating chips and drinking a self-indulgent capri sun.

"and if you lose?"

the announcer over the loudspeaker called for the game to start and the players started making their way onto the ice. abby winks at you before turning around and joining the rest of her team.

"trust me, i won't."

you scoffed and flopped back into your hard seat, sucking almost angrily at the bright red straw in your slushie to ignore nora's look.

"are all of your friends that annoying?"

"kind of. thought you'd enjoy it though. birds of a feather."

not bothering to entertain her, you focused on the game that was starting in front of you.

you could understand the basics of the game; one team had to get the puck into the other goal several times until they won. you had a brief understanding of some of the other rules, mostly because your father explained every winter olympic sport to you in great detail when you were twelve. it became so boring at one point that you fell asleep and banged your head on the coffee table, startling the both of you so much he decided to let you go to bed.

but as the game goes on you have to admit that anderson is frighteningly good at what she does. she moves gracefully and quickly on the ice, so well you think to yourself that if she ever tires of hockey she could seriously pursue ice skating, but when an opposing player gets too aggressive with her she returns it with force. she's like an avalanche on skates.

when the game ends you can't tell whether you're shocked or agitated. your team won in what nora called a 'total fucking landslide', the bright 6-1 lighting up the scoreboard like a smack in the face. it felt slightly awkward that everyone around you was yelling and celebrating while you were sitting statue still in your seat.

nora could probably sense your discomfort and gently pulled you up, telling you that the both of you could throw your things away before meeting up with some more friends of hers before heading to the party.

so awesome.

her friends were nice enough, a psychology student named leah and her boyfriend jordan who was some type of biology major. they seemed happy to meet you but happier to make googoo eyes at each other and go to the party, which meant you most likely wouldn't see them again once you got there unless you stumble upon the two in a hallway closet or bathroom. there was also mel, a nursing student who seemed slightly closed off but agreed with you when you mentioned this party would probably be loud and gross. a bunch of athletes celebrating a win is a recipe for disaster.

"finally, the campion herself arrives!" jordan cheers and raises his bag of chips up to abby who's walking up to your group, wearing a simple college sweatshirt and some black sweatpants. for something so basic she makes it look good, and if you didn't have any integrity and weren't pissed off about this party bet thing you'd tell her so. but you are pissed off and still have about half of your integrity, so you keep your mouth shut.

when she bumps into your shoulder with a 'told ya i'd win' you're about to reply with a snarky remark when a tall man with dark blonde hair and another with tanned skin and brown hair come up beside her and raise her up on their shoulders, chanting 'anderson, anderson!' on repeat. you look to nora who just rolls her eyes and tells you that she'll introduce you in the car.

you're all split into two cars, with you riding with the two strange men along with abby and nora. they tell you the guysin the front seats are owen and manny. also that they've all known each other since they were teens which definitely doesn't make you feel like an outsider. but manny keeps trying to joke around with you so you don't feel too awkward which you can appreciate. even if you don't really laugh.

when the car stops at a giant white frat house you arent surprised in the slightest. you were about to prepare yourself for another night of drinking and finding another hookup when abby throws her arm over your shoulder and decides that she likes you enough to spend most of the night by your side.

she walks with you to get drinks and then leaves to go celebrate with some other friends while you sit and nurse your drink for a while. it leaves you some time to think, asking yourself why you're acting like you're trapped here when you could just leave whenever you want, but you don't understand why you don't. maybe it's because you'll use any excuse to have a good reason to drown out your problems with alcohol. or because you're lonely but don't feel like admitting it.

after around half an hour she comes back and sits on one side of you while you talk to nora and joins in. she asks about your major, if you're from seattle, and how you met nora. after a while you stop rolling your shoulders when she asks a new question and settle into conversation with her. and after a few hours you learn more about her too, that her dad is a neurosurgeon and she's following in his footsteps with her pre-med major, but that as soon as she tried hockey she knew she wanted to do it forever. she tells you that she doesn't really like drinking, she knows most of the people on the other women's sports teams, that she used to date owen-

you choke on a sip of your vodka and nora pats your back with a chuckle. you were definitely off your game tonight. but besides that hiccup you have to admit talking to them is enjoyable. even their friend manny comes over and dares you to do shots with him and you were seriously about to do it before the girls talked you out of it.

over the next few weeks, you talk more and more to the anderson girl, to the point where you're staying up at night to talk to her over the phone and waking up to your roommate giggling in your face. once she was so tired after a game she started snoring and you would not let her forget it. just like she wouldn't let you forget the time you got wasted at a sorority party, got on top of the kitchen island, and danced to a city girls' song before she set you back on the floor.

you wouldn't ever admit it out loud, hell you had barely admitted it to yourself, but you had started to catch feelings for abby. there was nothing more mebarrasing and cliche to you than falling for your straight friend, and you really didnt want to be on eof those girls who did so. but in your defense, it was really hard not to. she was annoyingly pretty, lord knows how many times youe admired the freckles dusting her cheeks down to her shoulders. she was strong and smart and every other positive character trait your brain could conure up.

but the worst thing was just how nice she was to you.

in hindsight, the way everything fell into place was honestly the dumbest thing ever. you were at a county fair leah had heard about and asked you to come with her along with jordan and abby. obviously, the couple went in their own direction after a while, which left you and abby to wander around getting on the different rides and getting your reaction to abby eating her first-ever funnel cake. but then it was later, and the two of you had stopped at one of those rigged pop up games and you bet her twenty bucks that she wouldn't win, and if there was one thing you knew about abby it was that she took bets very seriously, so when she won and had to pick her prize you were a little confused when she picked your favorite animal and handed it to you.

when you asked her how she knew it was your favorite, all she could say was 'you said they were cool a few times and they're your profile picture on your private instagram, so i just put the pieces together.'

you went home and didnt talk to her for a week. or at least you tried to, because after a weekend of ignoring her calls and convincing tonya to bring you meals from the lunch hall the blonde girl banged her fist on your door and basically demanded you tell her what your problem was.

"i don't see what the big fucking deal is. i'm allowed a little bit of space from you, abigail."

she scoffed and you could see her tongue bunch in the corner of her mouth before her body pushed past yours until she was standing in the middle of your room.

"i'm not saying you can't have space and you know im not. i mean, one second we're having a good time together and then you just shut me out for no reason. if i did something wrong i need you to tell me. i can't read your damn mind, y/n."

sometimes it feels like you can, you think with a snort, feeling slightly embarrassed by the angry look on her face. you collect yourself and cross your arms over your chest. "i just don't feel like talking to you right now, so if you could please get out now-"

"nope. not gonna leave until you tell me what's wrong."

sometimes you could forget just how damn stubborn she was. it mostly popped up on the ice, and you had once overheard her coach say that if she wasn't such a great player she'd be benched most of the time.

"do you realize how annoying you're being right now?"

"don't care."

"i don't give a shit if you have muscles, i can still kick your ass."

"i'd really like to see you try, princess."

you groan and cover your face, but not before raising them in a choking gesture. you walk backward and sit on your bed, trying to take a breather before anderson follows you and resting on the ground in front of you, her large palms smoothing up and down your thighs.

"please, y/n, just...just tell me what i did and i'll fix it, i promise."

you've never been one to cry. or maybe you had been when you were a young child before your father taught you that 'crying doesn't achieve success, at least not the kind you want.' but you can see how much abby cares about you in her eyes and you know that despite you being unreasonable she'll put up with it anyway. your eyes start to sting and you rest your head in the crook of her neck.

she doesn't force you to say anything more than you want, rubbing the expanse of your back while another hand gently pats your head. after a long minute, you pull your head up and find that the space between your two faces is almost nonexistent, your eyes dart from her eyes to her lips, and before you can say anything else her hand is on the back of your neck and she's bringing your lips down to hers.

its soft and sweet and her lips are soft and feel like heaven against yours, and she doesn't give you a second to be confused about what's happening because she's making the kiss deeper and pulling your body closer to hers by putting her arms under yours and pressing you in by the back of your shoulders. you throw your arms over her shoulders and behind her neck and decide that you're going to enjoy this moment for as long as you can.

but eventually, you need to breathe, pulling your head back and letting out a shaky breath of air when abby just moves her ministrations to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin until it bruises.

"i..i thought you were straight." is all you can manage to voice, the feeling of her body pressed into yours and her teeth nipping at your neck making your mind hazy.

she laughs and kisses your neck a few times before looking you in the eyes. "well, i never actually said i was, you just assumed so."

"seriously? you dated owen? he's the dullest straight girl choice i've ever met. and we live in washington" you scoffed.

"yeah, well. that was a long time ago. i've moved on to bigger and better things."

she plants a big overdramatic kiss on your cheek, repeating so on the other side of your face until she can see your smile and hear you giggle. when you both calm down a little she backs up and wears a more serious look on her face.

"i care about you. more than i've cared about anyone before." she smiles, her thumb rubbing over the back of one of your hands. "except maybe my dad, obviously. and nora, she was kinda my best friend before you. but you get what im trying to say."

you laugh and nod at her. "i understand. i...like you too. a lot."

"geez, you're seriously emotionally stunted. but i'll take what i can't get, you'll warm up to me eventually." she slaps her hands on your thighs, ignoring the annoyed look on your face before scooching your body up until you're laying down on your bed, her body gently flopping down onto yours.

"abby! get the hell off, you're wearing your outside clothes!"

"cmon, just five more minutes."

and as much as you complained during those five minutes, you both knew you didnt mind that much.

after that things were really nice. at least for the most part. you were officially abby's girlfriend, which she had asked if you wanted to be the day after you two semi-confessed your feelings. she knew that this kind of commitment was new to you, and the last time it didn't go so well for her, so you both decided it'd be best to take it slow.

(slow meaning you did everything you two did before with the added bonus of making out whenever you wanted. you weren't complaining.)

but keeping things on the down low was a bit of a struggle. abby was a huge fan of pda, always found hugging one of her teammates after a successful game or cuddling with someone on movie nights. she would hug you when you were just friends, but now that you were comfortable with her touching you more in private it started to bleed into public life, her hand looking for yours when walking around or giving you a kiss on the cheek after you aced another test.

the next problem was your friends. you had told nora over a late night phone call while manny had found out when he had walked into the living room of his and abbys shared dorm and found the two of you with your shirts off and kissing on the couch, shouting in both spanish and english about how his eyes burned but he was happy for you both.

you both knew you could trust the two of them with your 'secret', but you didn't expect that end-of-the-year party owen and manny decided to invite you both to.

it was a mix of things really. you were going to just spend time with your friends and nothing more, but you were feeling really pent up. when you and abby decided to take things slow, that also meant sex. which at first was all right with you, hookups were a lot different than sharing yourself with someone you really cared about. but abby was just so effortlessly hot, and now since hockey season was over she had more time to spend with you and it was driving you up the damn wall. it got to the point that you found yourself nearly always on the brink of an orgasm when after a long day she'd press you into her bed and kiss you until you felt dizzy.

so when she decided to go to the party in a tight long-sleeved top and a normal pair of jeans, you definitely should not have been all over her as you were.

(to be fair. she was also on you like white on rice. you had decided to don a tube top with a mini skirt, figuring it couldn't hurt to dress up a little for a simple party. especially since it made your girlfriend look at you like she wanted to eat you alive.)

after mingling a bit and getting yourself a drink, you meet up with some of your friends and start to talk to leah about some drama in one of her classes when abby rejoins you, moving your body so your body is resting into hers. you aren't used to such a public display of affection, but this alcohol is blurring any desire you had to hide that she was yours and you were hers.

"god, you guys are so cute together it makes me sick." nora laughs into her red solo cup, shaking her head at your adorable but annoying affection.

leah's eyebrows scrunch up and she starts to pinch at your arm. "wait, am i missing something? you two are dating?"

at that point, some other people were listening in and looking in at the two of you, including none other than owen moore. now, you and moore were always cordial, but you wouldn't call him a good friend like you would the others. you always felt that whenever he saw or heard about you abby spending time together or heard about how close you two had gotten so quickly, he would smile silently while staring at you like he wanted to burn lasers through your brain.

and he was doing the exact same thing now, his grip on his bear so tight you feared the glass would break. somehow you were the only one who noticed.

"yes, we're together. finally managed to convince this one that jocks aren't just big dumb idiots a few weeks ago." abby's talking breaks you out of your thoughts, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you to sit on her lap.

you cant help but roll your eyes. "i never once said that."

"well you were thinking it. i could tell."

some of the people who you didnt know and who were friends of friends said congrats, how cute they thought the two of you were, etc. it kind of weirds you out to have all these people paying attention to you just because of who you were with, but abby's quips to any weird remarks you didn't want to acknowledge made you feel better about anything.

but later on, when the two of you are unseriously dancing in the living room, owen comes over and asks abby to talk in private, leaving you to dance with some girls you recognized from the last party. but after three songs pass and abby still hasn't come back, you get a weird feeling in your chest and decide to go looking for the two. you head upstairs and down a few hallways before you hear two voices in a heated argument, and after numerous visits to her games, you can recognize abby's yelling anywhere.

before you can knock on the door to ask if something is wrong, it opens and you see a red-faced owen, not even saying anything before he knocks into your shoulder and goes back downstairs, clearly ignoring your call of 'fucking dick' to his back.

you scoff and shake your head, turning back around to say something to abby before you slightly step back at the look on her face. its dark, like if owen didn't leave she would have kicked his ass first, and now it's trained at you. you know she'd never hurt you, though. partially because she cares about you too much, and partially because you always keep a taser in your back pocket whenever you go to a party.

"abby? what's wrong? did he fucking say something to you?

she laughs before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the room, shutting the door behind you and locking it. her long legs take seconds to reach the bed, her arm releasing when your body sits and bounces slightly on the bed as she stands above you.

"its...its nothing, just owen being a dick like always."

her voice is strained and her hands are tensing into fists, telltale signs that she was really pissed off. you hold her hands in yours, pressing little kisses to her knuckles. normally you hated being so sappy, but you knew that being cute with her was a quick way to calm her down.

"don't worry. i can guarantee one of these days someone is gonna kick his ass. unless i do it first, and you know i want to." you joke and smile when she laughs, gripping her hands so she can sit on the bed next to you.

"yeah, youre right."

"im always right. you should learn that if you wanna stick with me."

she shakes her head before looking at you in silence, and you feel your face get hot under her gaze. you'd never admit it to her but seeing her so angry really did something for you. the bottom of your leg rubs against hers, and her eyes dart down before trailing up your legs to the point where your skirt is starting to ride up your bare thighs.

"here, babe? seriously?"

you sigh, figuring she was right and having your first time together in some stranger's house during a party was horribly tacky. you start to move your leg before she grabs it and puts it on the bed before grabbing you and resting you in her lap.

"i didn't tell you to stop."

so yes, you did get tacky in a strangers house. and back in abby's dorm. and again after you both showered.

so if there was one thing you could ever thank owen for, it was finally giving you both the push you needed to take the next step in your relationship. but after that night things were a little strained, as abby and owen were on a no-contact basis, their fight having something to deal with them and maybe you although she wouldn't go into details, which just led to this drama also spreading to mel since she was dating owen and was always pretty neutral when it came to you and tense when it came to abby, and mel was close friends to leah who was now close to you and...

it was complicated.

but you were used to not having people around. you had abby, nora, manny, and tonya, and that was all you really needed. speaking of tonya, you don't think you've ever seen anyone as happy for someone else's relationship as you did when you told tonya that you and abby got together. she said it was 'half happy that you found someone for you and half happy that someone will finally get the stick out of your ass.'

but your bliss was partially broken when your mother called a week after you had your last finals to let you know she and her father were going to be visiting seattle to talk to you about something important. at this point you hadn't talked to either of your parents since winter when your dad had not so discreetly told you he would be on your ass about skiing again as soon as your leg was alright again. and you were definitely going to dread every minute you had to spend trying to cordial to them, don't even mention finally introducing them to your girlfriend who you so far had never told them about.

for a few days after the call, you must have been acting weird because abby could tell something was wrong and took you to a relaxing little cafe she had found when she first got to the city. you're sipping on a milkshake while abby does the same across from you, digging into her stack of blueberry pancakes, waiting for you to tell her what's going on while she talks about her schedule now that school is out.

"manny's gonna be gone for a month because of his music internship, so i was wondering if you wanted to come and stay at mine while he's gone. we can watch movies, dance to music, or we can practice those recipes i saw on tiktok."

"mhm, that sounds nice, babe." you continue to at least show minimal attention to what she's saying, briefly slurping at your shake until she speaks again.

"yup. but after that, i might have to leave for a while, i haven't seen my dad in forever and he wanted me to stay for two weeks while my aunt is visiting salt lake."

her words slowly die out when she notices how you stop slurping your drink, your eyes staring into space as your thumb scratches at your palm.

throughout your relationship, you had told abby the rundown of your relationship with your parents maybe once. at first, it was because it was a touchy subject and you would be embarrassed if she knew the reason for the way you acted the way you did and thought your baggage was too much for her.

and then it was because deep down you were jealous. they had their ups and downs, but abby had such a pure relationship with her father that sometimes it made you sick. while he didnt flaunt his wealth because of his principles, but abby would tell you about all the times when she was younger that her dad would give her the best birthday parties, take her with him to conferences around the world, and made sure she had anything she desired.

so when you had to tell her that the most your dad did was give you a break to be a normal adult instead of shaping you into a champion, you don't think there was ever a time that you secretly envied her more.

"this is about your dad, isn't it?" she whispered, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers. you nodded, relieved that your girlfriend could read you like a book and you didnt have to say it out loud.

"could you tell me more about it?"

shit.

you sighed, a deep breath leaving your body and clearing your head.

"my parents are gonna be here soon. said they wanted to talk to me about something "important", which means my dad thinks i've had enough time to recover from my leg being nearly snapped in two because he thinks he knows better than the doctor. but hey, maybe when i was gone he got another fuckin degree to throw in my face."

while you ranted abby never said a word, just paying close attention and providing you comfort. out of everyone in the crew, she was always the person people went to talk to when they needed it. she said it was something she got from her mom.

"all my life he's been like this. just pushing me and pushing me until im at the point of breaking until i use my anger to win. there's no doubt he's still doing it. heard my brother is being scouted at his games and he's only fifteen."

abby nods and presses a kiss to your hand, treading carefully with what she says next. "your dad sounds...horrible, honestly. he never...hit you did he?"

you feel your body jerk back and both of your eyes go big at your reaction.

"no, no he would never. im serious. wouldn't make sense from a logical standpoint, id be in front of other people all the time and any injuries would fuck up my skiing."

"well that's a bleak way of looking at it, but im glad he didnt. but the other shit is still bad."

"yeah. definitely not looking forward to dealing with that again in two weeks."

"i know, but im here, and im gonna stick by you every step of the way, alright? even if your parents find out they hate me and curse my bloodline."

you couldn't help but snort at her. "nobody could hate you, anderson. you would annoy them too much and make dirty bets against them."

"what? that wasn't a dirty bet! you'd just never seen my skills before and i used it to my advantage."

"whatever you say abs."

abbys reassurance and patience helped greatly, and by the time you met your parents at their hotel for breakfast, you weren't nervous about whatever bullshit they had to say.

but for some odd reason, they were very cordial. your mom asked you about school, how your grades were, and how you liked your chosen major. when it got to the point if you were seeing anyone, you not so subtly gushed about abby and she seemed really happy for you. your dad even praised you for picking another sportsman, avoiding your look while he ate his eggs.

a week later you even had the courage to introduce them to abby, who told you she would cook something for all of you to eat.

that tiktok recipe she was talking about? it was ratatouille. and you had to admit it was delicious, and you wondered how abby was so good at so many things and she told you when she was a kid she wanted to learn how to do basically everything and her dad was more than happy to indulge her. sometimes you really wondered how she didn't appear to be so spoiled.

but your girl was nothing if not a charmer, and by the end of the night your mom was gushing over how much she liked abby and thought she was a great match for you.

your dad was...your dad. he acted polite, asking abby about her intentions, if she was dedicated to her studies and sports and you at the same time. blah blah blah. abby gave perfect human resources-like answers that she knew would make you giggle and loosen up.

once dinner was over your mother insisted on staying a little while longer to watch a movie, finding out she and your girlfriend both had soft spots for mamma mia and grease and planned to drink some wine and let loose for once. while the two were watching meryl streep panic on screen your dad tapped you on the shoulder and asked if he could speak to you in private, and you were mentally prepared to get into yet another argument.

"i know i'm the last person who gets to say this but..you've seemed to have really grown this past year. I'm proud of you."

"thanks. i guess."

he sighs, shifting on his feet. "i know i've always been hard on you and your brothers. i just-i knew that if you had guidance you could be phenomenal at whatever you do."

"yeah, dad, but that doesn't mean forcing me to train for ten hours a day when i was still in third grade." you could list more instances of him being overbearing and partially ruining your childhood, but you don't feel like being the person who makes the conversation go sour.

"i know. trust me, i know. look, your mother has us going to a shrink and...one of the steps is asking for forgiveness and whatever mumbo jumbo."

you almost snort but pass it off as a sneeze. your dad in therapy was about as believable as a talking donkey.

"well, it's nice to hear dad but it's not gonna be just as easy as being nice to me and my girlfriend for a night."

"i know. which is why i wanted to show you this."

he pulls out and his phone and after a few taps shows you an article. you read the word 'olympics' and nearly blow before he cuts you off.

"just listen, alright? one of the big coaches was caught and fired for doping a bunch of the players, so they're postponing the winter games for another few years for investigations to see if there's any more misconduct."

"are you serious?"

"deadly. and i know with your leg and your schooling you'll have your hands full but, i figured the best way i knew how to bond with you was to help you. it'd be enough time to get extensive physical therapy and train up. but only if you want to."

"dad, i. i really don't know what to say."

"you don't have to say anything, at least not now. just promise me you'll think about it, alright? and if by next spring you still don't want to, I'll never bring it back up again."

after that, your mother comes and says they should get going to get enough sleep for their flight tomorrow, and you bid your parents goodbye with stiff hugs and a genuine smile.

for the next few months into your sophomore year your on the fence. when you were a kid, despite the pain and the tears and the bruises, there was nothing you loved more than skiing. you swear that the adrenaline rushes you would get speeding down slopes were better than anything you've ever experienced, even sex.

(when abby heard you say that one night on the couch, she pouted and wouldn't touch you for a week, telling you to go back to those stupid slopes if that's how you felt.)

but the point was that you were basically going through a beginning life crisis. either stick with the new normal you've created and potentially miss out on fulfilling your childhood dreams, or take a risk and potentially come out more damaged than before.

you were planning on spending the next thanksgiving mulling it over, but to your shock baby invited you to come with her to her dad's house for thanksgiving with her family. when checking in with her to see if she and her dad would be ok with this big step, she told you it was actually her dad's idea and she'd be more than happy to have you meet her family.

you swear to god you have never been more nervous on a plane than you were on the flight to salt lake, only being soothed by the constant free drinks you get in first class, the six hundred page book in your hands, and abbys large hand constantly rubbing on your thigh and back. you suggested that you both join the mile-high club as a joke and she seemed a little too into it.

"babe please, i promise ill be quick. i can even put my fingers in your mouth."

"abby, i was just joking. im not gonna do that and get kicked off the plane. god, you're so fuckin weird."

"you make me weird. pretty please? ill pull out the puppy eyes."

"i really don't give a fuck."

and you come to find out that abby's stories were true because her dad is so weirdly nice. he greets you at the airport like he's known you all your life, and is eager to find conversation the whole drive to his house where you both are staying.

you were glad that like you abby had a smaller family, or at least one she spent thanksgiving with. after her father you only had to introduce yourself to her aunt and her small family, a husband who you have to look down at and likes to boast about his coin collection, and three children. the eldest, ashley, was closer in age to you and abby and was clearly abby's favorite cousin. the middle child was a wild child named kris, who didn't seem at all phased that you were a stranger and kept asking you if you'd ever heard of their favorite anime series.

now, you've never been the best with children, you repeatedly told your mother to throw your baby brother in the trash when you were six, but you couldn't help but fawn over abby's baby cousin lyle, the cutest infant you've ever seen who after a few hours of fussing because of the time change, he calms down into a smiling drooling little thing who, although he keeps tugging at your hair when his mom hands you to him, seemed to actually enjoy your presence and laughs like its the funniest thing ever.

you didnt catch the way abby looked at you fondly while you were playing around with her cousin or the way she swatted her father away when he called her out on it.

so thanksgiving was easy, a peaceful week full of meeting kind people and eating some surprisingly good food. but you didn't even get a week of peace after before abby brought it up.

christmas.

yes the holiday was full of joy and warmth when you were a child. but after a mini teenage rebellion and your energy you just...gave up on the holiday completely. last year you spent it alone inside your dorm which wasn't the worst thing on earth. you got to watch corny feel-good movies like national lampoons, drink hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and had free reign to the library since the librarian apparently used to watch your games on tv. it wasn't like it used to be, but it was enough.

"so, you're coming with us to the cabin right?" nora reaches across the library table and takes one of your fries from the fast food you sneaked in. for some reason she refused to order her own fries, content to pluck the ones from your container.

"what? what cabin?"

"god, abby hasn't told you about this by now? i thought she would have taken you there already and made it her love shack or something." she quickly ducks her head when you toss a burnt fry at her, looking around to make sure no one saw. "it's her dad's cabin at one of the ski ranges in the mountains, she invites us every year for christmas break or new years if we can't make it."

"first, you're a perv. second, i don't know why she hasn't told me about it. id probably tease her for it anyway."

"well when you see her next ask her, because you definitely have to come with us this year."

"i don't know, nors. you know how i feel about skiing right now..."

"you don't have to ski! we literally never do, as sad as it is. we just hang out, go out for drinks, and hit the skiing town. im telling you cold resort parties are insane."

you take a minute to mull it over, staring into space as you tap your fingers on the hardwood table. nora fingers tap on the top of your hand.

"i understand you're going through things, with your dad and all. you don't have to come if you don't want to. but i know we'd really enjoy it if you came, especially abby."

you nod and eat another fry before gegging back to the novel you were reading, some 'all-time classic' abby had said you had to read.

you saw abby a few hours after that, yet again staying the night at her dorm to kick off the following weekend. when you entered using your spare key the smell of chinese food instantly hit you, and it took you by surprise since abby normally insisted on cooking for you and manny.

you set down your things and kicked off your shoes before heading into the little kitchenette, hearing the sound of rather loud whispers that stopped as soon the roommates saw you, noodles stuffed into both of their mouths.

"what the fuck are yall starin at?"

manny snorts before making some weird excuse for leaving, telling you he's meeting up with some meteorology student at a bar and he won't be home until tomorrow. you bid him. a quick goodbye before turning back to abby, the blonde picking through her food.

its only then that you notice the gauze wrapped around her palm, quickly cross the threshold to gently but firmly raise her hand up to your face to observe it.

your about to go on a triade when you see that sad pout on her face.

"tell me who did this to you." you grumble, putting on a fake deep voice.

she chuckles and shakes her head. "you're so weird."

"only because of you. tell me what happened."

"i was trying to cook before we ordered takeout and i just...got distracted and burned my hand. its not a big deal, don't worry about it."

you tell by the way her shoulders were tensing that she was getting into one of her moods, always hating when she failed at something and hating even more when people kept asking her about it.

"well im always gonna worry about, something that's also your fault by the way. what made you distracted."

"nothing."

"abs."

"please just drop it."

"abigail."

she groans before slumping her head into her arms on the counter.

so you decide to drop it. at least for a little while. you put away the rest of the food, deciding to eat the box she bought for you after her mood had been resolved before figuring you'd leave her alone while you took a shower.

but if there was one thing you knew about abby, it was that she took 'golden retriever energy' to a whole nother level. aka most of the time she couldn't leave you alone and followed you near everywhere. after only a few minutes, you heard the shower door open and felt her large arms circle around your waist and her head rest on your shoulders.

"i wanna ask you something. there's this cabin my dad owns that we all head to for winter break and stuff-"

you felt your heart skip a beat. to be honest part of the reason you were nervous about abby asking you this was because you were second-guessing yourself and your relationship. you hadn't even been together for a full year at this point, and even if you knew you loved her and that she adored you, you didnt want to be the one to bring up this thing she does with people she's known for years and get your heart damaged.

"and i wanted to invite you to go with us because i just know youd make it feel so much more special."

"i feel like a 'but' goes at the end of that sentence."

she rubs her head into your shoulder more, kissing at the soft and wet skin of your shoulder blade.

"i didn't tell you much. about my fight with owen. but everyone knows we haven't been talking much, but he's still been my friend since elementary, and i was hoping that maybe during the trip we could resolve things. but if he ever said something to you or about you i think id go fucking crazy."

your turn around and hold her head in your hands. her body is still slumped so her head is more at your level and her pretty blue eyes stare right into yours.

"i appreciate that. your slight anger issues make me feel honored." a smile quirks on her face and she nuzzles her head into your palms more. "and as much as he pisses me off, i don't know how i feel about causing a greater rift between you and your friends. ive only been with you less than a hear, he's known you for-"

"year or not doesn't matter. you mean...so much to me i can't put into words. the only reason i was nervous all day was that i didnt know how to make this sound like i wasn't putting him before you because i wouldn't. ever."

you look at her a bit longer, swiping away wet pieces of her hair back from her face so you can see all of her. because she's looking at you like she can do the same.

you both take an intimate shower without a word, helping the other bathe and lather her hair in apricot shampoo she's become addicted to. once you exit, dry off, and change into some matching fluffy pajamas she bought for you both, you finally head back to the kitchen to eat your food before turning on a movie.

it was only because you both decided to choose some random movie that the stupid thought crossed into your mind.

"could you imagine if we were that touchy all the time? we're already halfway there and it drives your friends nuts." you poked her cheek while you were resting on her, her arm wrapped around your shoulders while your legs intertwined on the couch.

"what do you mean?"

"just like, overdoing it. always with an arm around the other, making eyes across the room. if you wanna get extreme you could carry me on your back."

"or i could carry you on my front."

the shift of her hips and the tone of her voice makes you turn your head to look at her, nearly busting out laughing at the way her eyes are glued to the screen while she chews on her lower lip.

"stop doing that."

"doing what? im watching the movie. watch the movie with me."

"this is just like on the plane. y'know i was kidding about the exhibitionist thing at first-"

"baby, please."

"please what?"

she groaned while you just giggled at her, moving your bodies so she was sitting up on the couch and you were on top of her, adjusting your hips so you were straddling her waist.

"what're you thinking about, bunny?"

a subtle whine escaped from her throat and you smirked in triumph. there was nothing your girl loved more than being called the softest and cutest pet names, and you would frequently use it to your advantage, like the time when she refused to help you cheat on a test 'on principle' and you rested your face on her thigh from under the desk with a 'please, princess?' and she happily gave you the answers after roughly grinding herself on your tongue.

"i just...maybe if we played it up at the cabin owen would finally fuck off and realize im yours. i just thought it'd be funny."

you felt a warm feeling in your chest at the thought, showing your girl all the affection she craved from you on an idyllic vacation while also showing that dick owen who's boss. maybe then he'd finally let whatever his issue with you go. or not. at this point you didnt care.

"ok. we can do it."

"what? are you serious? i was half joking. i don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to-"

you cut off her sweet rambles with a press of your lips to hers. her arms brought you in closer until your breasts were squished into hers.

when abby texted the group chat the next morning next to you in bed to let the others know you'd be joining, you couldn't help but feel warm at the replies.

manny : thank god, i need a drinking partner since no one ever wants irish hot chocolate

leah : because the last time you made it you got drunk by five pm and kept singing baby its cold outside while doing both parts

jordan : and badly

manny : haters

nora : omg thank god

nora : this is all because of me btw

nora : tell y/n we're gonna have sooo much fun

manny : wait is she gonna ski

jordan : stop.

you giggled at your friends' antics. you were already imagining all the crazy things that would happen on the trip and happily listened to all the stories abby had to tell you.

mel : cant wait for the trip! hoping ben's is still open.

owen : 👍🏻

a snort escaped from you. "oh hes so pissed."

"definitely." abby agreed before turning the phone off and snuggling into your neck to relax for a little while longer. "prepare, he's probably just gonna get angrier from our masterful plan."

"technically my plan. and are you sure you still wanna do it? i don't wanna drive a wedge between you guys."

"he started that at that party. either he's gonna deal with me changing for the better or im gonna leave him in the dust. now shush, im going to sleep."

your hand smooths through abby's locks as she drifts back into sleep, and you soon follow her into it, dreaming of pale snow and the sight of the slopes.

the nex two weeks before break starts you're horrifically busy, finishing up some tests while also buying and packing everything you'll need for the trip. which is really just an excuse for you to get a bunch of those cute thick sweaters you saw on ebay but that's neither here nor there.

once your last class was finished abby immediately called an uber to take you to the airport, citing that as the host she always headed to the cabin earlier than everyone else to fix it up and stock up on little things, everyone would need or forget like extra blankets and lots and lots of water. during the trip to the airport, waiting in the airport since you were both 'get there hours before the flight' girls, and on the flight itself, abby was telling you stories of the cabin and what has happened on the past few trips that you should know about.

apparently, the cabin (in aspen, which you teased her was so basic) was bought by her grandparents (more teasing) for family trips when her dad was little. but as his siblings got older and started their own families the trips dwindled down, until his parents decided to just leave the place to him, telling him not to sell it for anything since it was worth a fat load of cash by now. hed take abby and her mom there before she passed, and then once she turned sixteen told her he trusted her enough to bring her friends up there if they could.

"honestly, i think it was part of him being nice and feeling sad we didn't spend much time together then. we were still mourning and he was always working." she sinks into her first-class seat, sipping on her complimentary ginger ale can. "but we're better now, and i get to have a laid-back vacation with my friends every year."

"sounds like a win-win to me. traumatic way you got there and all."

"you of all people saying that is hilarious, truly."

a few hours of talking and napping later and you've landed in colorado, a rental car waiting for you in the airport parking lot.

"abs, you are so secretly bougie. like, why didn't you rent a private car that time yours was in the shop and we were stuck in the rain downtown?"

"it's for emergencies and the necessary."

driving through the roads of aspen snowmass is something close to magical. at this point, the sun has set and the twinkling lights of the villages are everywhere, and you can see a plethora of christmas decorations inside shop windows.

when abby parks outside of the cabin your jaw is close to dropping, and you have to hold it up once you step inside. there was obviously a lot of wood, making up the floors, walls, and beams that connect both. but it was also decorated with relaxed brown and cream furniture.

"i want you to know if we get married, im not signing a prenup."

abby cackles before sneaking up behind you and tickling your waist, cackling at your shriek followed by a scowl.

"'if' babe, really? nice to know you're so committed."

"i'll be more committed if you give me a tour of this place."

the cabin was big, of course. enough bedrooms for your whole group and a few more. you honestly couldn't pick your favorite. there was a game room with a pool table you were just itching to beat jordan and leah at, a hot tub outside on the deck looking down onto the village that looked like the perfect place to drink champagne with nora talking shit about her recent ex.

"now, this is what i really wanted you to see," abby smiles before pushing open a wide set of doors on the upper floor and revealing to you the grand bedroom. there's a giant bed against the back wall, with a warm little nook tucked into a bay window.

"it's so nice here abs, really. i can't wait for everyone to get here so we can start doing stuff." you drop your bags by the front of the bed and flop your behind onto it, loving the way it bounces you up and down a bit. and you can tell that abby also loves it by the way she's staring at the way your boobs jiggle.

"im glad you like it, baby. but we don't have to wait for the others to get here to have some fun." a pervy little smile lights up her face and she starts inching towards you, making stupid little grabby hands as she does so.

"you're insatiable. aren't we supposed to be making sure this place is ready for everyone else?"

"wasn't it your idea for us to play everything up for fun? that includes sex. a lot of it. strap-ons are allowed on planes, by the way. and other things."

"...seriously?"

"seriously."

at this point, her arms are caging you into the plush of the comforter, and you don't know whether to look at the veins in her arms or her eyes or her mouth-

"you're staring, pretty."

"well you're all i can see, gorgeous."

she presses a soft kiss to the underside of your chin, her tounge poking out to lick down your neck.

"god, abs, please."

"please what?"

you groan and she just laughs at you.

the hardest part of being a switch was that abby could just throw shit back in your face when she became more dominant. it was both infuriating and arousing.

“im not gonna say it."

"you sure?" her large hand slips beneath the band of your pants until its resting over your underwear, teasing you.

"yes i a-am!" your refusal is cut off when two of her thick fingers slide inside of you, filling you up in the most delicious way. it doesn't help your case that there's no restriction, the wetness between your thighs letting her know just how much you were enjoying this.

"y'know, your master plan isn't exactly gonna work if you have an attitude with me, baby." her words are gravelly as she speakes into the crease of your neck, occasionally looking up at you to ingrain your reactions into her memory.

"god, abs."

"this is one the things i love most about you acting like a brat, just means i get to fuck and love on you until it goes away. and i've got all the time in the fuckin world."

just when you start getting close to your orgasm, you could've sworn in the distance you heard the sound of a door opening before closing a few minutes later. the feeling of abby kissing you and adding a third finger inside of you. you decided to just drop it

later on, after a nice long shower and putting on this cute warm sweater you bought, you and abby decided it was time to head out and get enough groceries to last for around two weeks until everyone else would arrive and decide what meals they would want after. it was very entertaining to watch abby standing in a fluorescently lit market aisle decide if she wanted to make a giant chicken pot pie or some creamy chicken soup one of her teammates told her about. she just stuck her tongue out when you looked at her.

once you returned to the cabin you could hear some music coming from inside the house, and despite your initial worry abby just smiled and rushed inside, your brain seriously wondering if you had chosen correctly romantically.

you headed inside with a few of the bags, setting them on the kitchen counters before heading to the source of the music that appeared to be coming from the living room. once you cross the threshold you are happily surprised to see your girlfriend and manny talking and laughing in the middle of the room.

"ah! nice to know abs hasn't broken you already." manny comes over to give you a big hug before setting you down and shaking your shoulders, just laughing when you start smacking his hands.

"jeez, what is with you guys? be normal."

"you forget im abby's roommate. this is because of you. you gave me this trauma."

you roll your eyes before patting him on the shoulder.

"ok, ok. why did you come early? when do the others get here?" abby asks from her place still on the couch.

"what, i cant just come because i love and miss two of my best friends."

the room is silent as you both stare at him.

"well just so you know, that was half true. but also," he looks down a dark hallway before tugging you closer to the couch so he can speak quietly. "mel and owen are here."

you blink. "thats...odd."

"very odd, but maybe it's a good thing? who knows, maybe owen's gotten over the whole fight and wants to put it to bed." abby turns to you, those big blue eyes filled with hope that you don't have the heart to squash with a joke.

"yeah, maybe."

"well if he did do that, i don't think he's in the mood for it now." manny chuckles.

"why not?"

"he was confused to see a car in the driveway, so he came by two hours ago and left like two minutes later. his face was as red as a tomato, you know how he looks when he's flushed."

oh my god.

you turned to abby and her cheeks were puffed, a clear sign she was trying not to laugh.

well, it looks like your plan was already working.

the next three days were more laid back, just spent taking a chance to relax and sleep in after your grueling semester. you decided to spend these days exploring more of the cabin, admiring all of the rooms and the random really pretty art pieces on some of the walls.

you swore that nothing could beat the bliss you felt on that second day, waking up to the faint sun in your eyes and abby gently snoring next to you, deciding to cook up a bunch of waffles, one of the meals you excelled at, and read a four hundred page book on the sofa.

(the plan was still in motion at this point, just more tame.

once jordan, leah, and nora came things really took a turn for the exciting. after hearing that you'd been cooped in the house these past few days, leah insisted you come with them to some bars and other hot spots around town. you hadn't been drinking much lately but figured that since you were surrounded by people you trusted and a bunch of strangers you'd be able to handle yourself.

and you did.

for the most part.

you just weren't expecting the bartender to be the chillest girl you've ever met and make a killer strawberry daiquiri, because before you knew it they were playing some old-school song over the speakers and were hanging off of leah's arm like a koala.

"oh my god, im so glad you invited me out. this place rules. have you tried the daiquiris? serenity said she'd make me one more but you can have it."

"her name is trinity, and you're getting touchy. where's abs?"

you shrug and she shakes her head, looking over your shoulders to see if she can spot the hulking blonde. she waves someone over and then abby is in your vision, a soft expression on her face as she tugs your body into hers.

"how much have you had to drink, baby?"

"mmmm, not too much. i could walk in a gay line. look, i even made a corny joke!"

"yes, you did." she squats down a little bit and you wrap your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist, trying to restrain yourself from making any noises when she lifts you with ease to the amusement of some of the people in the bar.

"how about we head back and take a long bath, pretty. ill even try those rose face masks you bought."

you were about to agree when out of the corner of your eye you catch owen, sitting inside a booth with jordan and manny, sparing looks in your direction.

you smirk down at her and she can already guess what you're thinking, tightening her grip on your hips.

"or we can do that later. and dance now."

you nod and loosen your legs for her to drop you but she just holds you tighter for a moment, leaning her head up to place a heated kiss on your lips before pulling away, fighting to ignore the tiny string of spit that connects your lips to hers.

"ok. now we can dance."

abby told you the next day that owen had asked to talk to her one on one in the morning and she didn't really understand what it meant. he apologized for lashing out at her, apparently, but still didnt agree with some of the 'drastic changes to her personality' that were happening lately.

you really tried to promise her that you wouldn't cuss him out, telling you she'd handle it later after having a conversation with manny to figure out when the hell he started acting like this.

focus on tried.

you and nora were in the kitchen that night making cups of hot chocolate, taking the chance to top them with all the stuff you weren't allowed to as a child. also probably increasing your risks of cavities, but whatever, it was nostalgic. you were laughing at the absurd abundance of whipped cream in her mug and the three candy canes in yours when you heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, looking over to see owen looking over some things in the fridge.

you looked at nora. she looked at you.

"so owen, how are things going with mel?"

his hand pauses over some leftover noodles, gripping it with a fist.

"we're great actually, thanks for asking norsie."

noras eye twitches, bumping into your shoulder before leaving the room to rest in the kitchen and wait for you before starting a movie.

owen turns and suddenly its just the two of you. staring at each other. you with a three-caned hot cocoa and he with a tupperware of linguine.

"what's your fucking problem."

his eyebrows shoot up, almost like he wasn't expecting you to actually bring up the tension at hand.

"y/n, is this really the time-"

"yes, it is the goddamn time to ask you why you've been acting like a dick to me and my girlfriend."

his mouth quirks downwards and you nearly laugh at the realization of the words, the glances, how he would look at abby sometimes like a kicked puppy even when his damn girlfriend sat on his lap, it was all because he couldn't move the fuck on.

"seriously? that's the reason? you've been putting me, putting abby through hell because you're still hung up over her? this is my worst gay nightmare."

"it's because ever since she's been with you shes been different, always acting like she's some better person now that she's over me. like i was the thing holding her back. how do you think that makes me feel, huh?"

you stare at him after his quiet outburst, his face that signature shade of pink and his eyes enraged. but he doesn't scare you.

you walk closer to him, entertained by the way she avoids you like the plague, and presses his back into the refrigerator. you want to lash out more, to scream at him until your throat is sore, to whisper all the little flaws about him you've noticed over the past year that are driving everyone away, but you won't.

"i hope it makes you feel like the heap of shit you are. goodnight, moore."

when abby feels you snuggle into her later that night, feeling your hands squeeze into her stomach from behind you, she asks if everything is ok, and you press a kiss to her cheek and tell her to go back to sleep.

the next morning it's christmas eve, and everyone is in the dining room eating breakfast and talking about how everyone somehow has no plans when you make a suggestion for the day.

"i wanna go hit the slopes today."

you swear most of them look at you like you've grown another head that just started trying to sing the tequila song.

manny continues chewing his eggs before giving you a thumbs up, but you can tell he's secretly been waiting for this. after you first met he asked you if you've ever skied again after your accident and then dropped it when you gave him a death glare. but since you've gotten closer he knows more about how it's not that you can't ski, but almost as if there was a mental block that stopped you from doing so.

"uhm...sure. i can see if we can do that. are you sure you want to?" abby rests her arms on the table and leans her head into yours, trying to give a sense of privacy for your answer.

"i'm not made of glass, abby. it's about time i get back out there. its the only way i'll known for sure about what my dad said."

"what'd your dad say?" mel speaks up from the opposite side of the table, her hand rested over owen's on top of the wood.

you straighten your shoulders. "some stupid doping scandal got the olympics postponed, and my dad said if i wanter he thinks he could get me back in shape by then to apply."

"holy shit! i mean, it's your choice obviously, but that's cool as hell. i think you should do it." jordan exclaims, sipping on his orange juice through a straw.

"wait, what about your leg? you've only had problems with it a couple of times, but is it alright enough to go ski?" nora asks. she was the one who besides abby you've told the most about your skiing problems, and once took you to the pharmacy to pick up your pain meds like it was no hassle.

"it's better if i don't push myself too much, but the blue and reds should be a piece of cake."

you look at abby, and even though she has no idea why you've had this sudden change of heart, she can hear the subtle excitement in your voice and nods her head at you with a smile.

thanks to everyone always waking up at the break of dawn for some reason, you're checked in to the slopes and ready to go only three hours later. jordan and manny even decided to join you and try their hands at the bunny slopes, the rest of the group deciding to find somewhere to sit and relax while they watched you all.

"mama please, you're embarrassing me." manny groans while you tilt his head from side to side to make sure all of the straps for his helmet and goggles are secure. you weren't about to have him getting a concussion and blaming you for bringing him here or the workers for their sloppy job.

"no one knows better ski safety than me. now shush, I'm almost done."

once you were finished you gently smacked his head and headed to the side of where the slope ends, abby beaming at you from over the rail. she was wearing this cute little beanie she bought for the trip and this all-black bomber jacket that made her look so much bigger than she already is.

"hello? babe, did you hear what i said?" abby's hand waves in front of your face bringing you back to focus. you slowly blink and she shakes her head. "you're so weird."

"again, i get that from you."

"whatever." her gloved hand rests on your face and she brings you closer so she can press a soft kiss onto your lips. when she tries to pull away but your arms are wrapping around her neck and pulling her body into yours, starting an impromptu makeout session before jordans wolf call yanks you out of it.

her fingers reach up to push a strand of hair back into your helmet. "are you sure you'll be ok up there? if your leg hurts just pull over to the side and i'll try to come up and help you-"

you cut her off with another kiss. "i'll be fine, princess. don't worry about me. just worry about all those losers I'm gonna show up."

she laughs that cute and loud little laugh of hers and sends you off, waving to you multiple times when she sees you go up the lift.

once you are at the top you go over everything again, making sure all of your equipment is snug, the track in front of you is good, and your skis are tight and before you know it you're standing at the top of the slope breathing heavy and feeling like you're about to have a panic attack.

your head feels like it's on fire and you swear that you are close to passing out when someone taps on your shoulder. you turn around and it's some teen by his face unobstructed by the goggles, a go-pro attached to his helmet.

"hey, sorry if i'm being annoying but, you're y/n l/n right?"

you nod, hoping he can't see the strained expression on your face.

"i just wanted to say that i think you're like, so cool. i saw that video of you training for the super g at thirteen and it changed my life, seriously."

your head felt a bit better at the memory. the adrenaline you got skiing down slopes at top speeds and then dodging the flags your father asked the owners if he could put on the track to help you train. they were nice people, and even let you pick what flags you wanted. a mix of pink and black.

"thank you. i swore that training took everything out of me. but at least i didn't have to worry about how i was doing in algebra."

he laughs and bobs his head. he clears his throat before slightly hopping on his two feet.

"you ok, kid?"

"yes, yeah, i just... ya see i have this youtube channel where i post videos of me riding down the slopes, helping beginners, trying the harder slopes, and stuff like that." he taps the go bro on his helmet. "and i was wondering if you wanted to do like, a friendly little race? i don't know, you don't have to i know you're leg is probably still healing, i can just go if you wa-"

"i'll do it."

his eyes bulge, surprised at your answer. you have to admit you're slightly surprised too. you weren't planning on doing anything more than inching your way down the intermediate slope a few times, but the memory of the super g has energy suddenly rushing through you. besides, it'd be a nice distraction from everything else. your dad. owen. you.

when you both get to the edge of the slope, you let him know you'll give him a twenty-second head start before you follow. he nods, and a few seconds later you're skiing for the first time in years.

and it feels fucking great.

at the speeds you are going the wind is whipping across the unprotected parts of your face, the stinging cold keeping you focused as you turn around trick hills and get your legs used to the feeling of slight strain. but your legs feel fine, and that makes you feel even better.

before long you can see the kid ahead of you and your friends in the close distance, nora's red coat bobbing up and down as she cheers for you. only five seconds after you pass your fan and can hear his slight spluttering before you're bringing your skis to a stop and the ice is flying from underneath them.

your heart is pounding as the kid, who tells you his name is aidan, thanks you for 'kicking his ass, i swear it'll get so many views". he tells you he'll tag you, and you do him one better by saying you'll follow him back and you're a little scared he's about to have a heart attack before he leaves to check in with his parents.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god! that was so fucking cool! i really thought you were gonna wipe out there for a second but I'm glad you didn't." leah squeezes your body in a hug rocking you from side to side. "are you gonna go again? if you do i swear I'll put on some skis and go down the bunny slope."

you throw your head back with a laugh, imagining leah slowly going down the snow while pizza and french frying her skis. you bask in the compliments given to you by nora who was watching the whole time and manny who tells you he successfully completed the green slope with no falls or bumps. you feel the urge to talk to abby, to have her tell you she's proud of you when you see her near one of the equipment cabins, talking to owen.

"are you gonna go again or do you wanna stop for the day?"

you look at nora with a grin. "yeah, i'll go again."

later that night, after a few more hours of racing your friends and even seeing a few more fans who recognized you, even one lady who said she remembered you based on your form, everyone is headed back to the house to end the day after getting some drink from the community lodge

for some reason, abby hasn't talked to you since, and based on what you saw you're preparing for the damn worst. a small part of you knows you might be overreacting, that there's no way she would fall for the bullshit more had to say to her, but her avoidance of you isn't helping that little part take charge.

like she could read your mind, she's on your tail and following you into your bedroom, taking off her clothes as you do the same but still no word before you head into the shower. under the heat of the water, you rest your head on the wall and close your eyes to try to center yourself. you know abby, you know how much she's done for you. owen wasn't going to get in the way of that and you refused to let him.

you dry yourself off, brush your teeth, moisturize your body, and decide not to put on your pajamas and just this cute robe abby bought for you before leaving the bathroom. after turning off the lights you stop in your tracks, abby sitting on the side of the bed and staring at you.

your feet slowly carry you closer to her before she rolls her eyes and tugs you onto her lap. your face is neutral, even when you can feel the bulge inside of her sweatpants. you tilt your head and she replicates it.

"let me guess, you got an attitude again?"

"you're a fucking hypocrite."

"wh?" her face jerks back in confusion. "what are you talking about?"

"don't play fucking dumb with me abigail. biggest personal growth moment for me in forever and you spend it talking to your damn ex, who if you didn't catch it is still hung up on you, by the way."

"i know, just let me explain-"

"no, i don't want to know. if you're just doing all this as some fucked up way to let me down gently i swear to god-"

you get cut off when one of her hands moves from your waist to cover your mouth, her eyes drooping when you nip at her palm.

"stop it. you know i wouldn't do something that shitty to you, please stop being so paranoid." she waits to gauge your reaction before she decides that you aren't likely to cut her off, softly rubbing at the skin under your eye. "please don't cry."

"im not gonna cry."

"just wanted to make sure. because i care about you, and that's what i was letting owen know that when he was being a jealous dick about you skiing earlier. told him I'm this close to kicking him to the curb for good."

"wait really? what'd he say? i bet he was pissed when i skied over that stuck stump, probably wishes i rode over it and fucking broke my back."

"jeez, you really do despise him." she shakes her head, smiling and rubbing her hands on your thighs. "but yes, he was wondering if maybe now that you were fine to ski you were trying to upstage me or something."

"and do you? and why were you ignoring me?"

she sighed. "literally the opposite. you're just...so amazing, and funny, and talented, and i just know soon you'll be this olympian and wont wanna deal with me and my dumb ex anymore."

"i mean, i am amazing you're right about that," you brag, giggling when she pinches you. "but i'd deal with anything to be with you. i don't even have the words. i wouldn't have gotten on that slope without you always pushing me, despite how annoying i may find it."

abby's' face is beaming and suddenly she's kissing you like you're air, leaning back into the bed so you can hover over her. she stops kissing you just to move her ministrations to all over your face, repeating little 'i love you's' as she does so, reveling in the little hums that leave your throat.

"ok, are we done being sappy so we can fuck now?" your question ends in a squeak when her palm slaps your ass. you look at her with a glare and she just dopily smiles at you, gripping your hips to flip you underneath her.

"y'know, owen and mel picked the room right next to ours." she grinds her hips into yours, the friction of the strap rubbing against you heightened since your robe was riding up to show her bare cunt.

"god, you want me to be loud, don't you?"

"mmhm." she grins as her hand moves down to push the band of her pants down, the feeling of the toy grinding out forcing you to bite your lip to hide your moan, embarrassed by how quickly she could make you want it. her thumbs moves to pull your lip from between your teeth.

she continues humping you until she can see you're wet enough to slide in, looking for your nod to push the strap into you, groaning as it just slides in.

"y/n, we barely did any foreplay-"

"shut up, please shut up."

for some reason she takes that as a sign to start thrusting, reveling in your moans as they finally start to pick up volume. you try to bite the back of your hand when she pulls it away, holding it in hers and holding it above your head. the action is so sweet it almost makes you cry, instead thrusting your head up to press a sweet kiss to her lips.

"mm, love when you're all sweet like this honey. wanna stay like this forever, love you so fuckin much i swear to god." she accentuates her last couple of words with short but harsh thrusts that knock the breath out of your lungs. your orgasm is fast approaching at this rate, and she can tell by the way your eyes are fluttering and your hand is squeezing hers.

"you gonna cum? huh? gonna cum all over me baby?" you nod your head, not trusting the words and sounds that are coming out of your throat. she moves her hand down to rub at your clit and suddenly your stomach is pulsing and your orgasm is hitting you like a truck, abby's following after yours as she's groaning into your neck and thrusting harder to grind the base of the strap into her clit.

it takes a minute for both of you to calm down, the bliss overtaking the both of you.

"was...was that loud enough?" you whisper and feel her silent laugh on top of you, rubbing your leg over the back of hers.

she pushes her head up enough to look you in the eyes, and you really regret asking the question because she's got that dumb-ass smile back on her face and shaking her head.

only a few minutes later she's got you on all fours, leg propped up as she forces your hips back and forth on her dick. and then after that she makes you ride her, and then the position she knows you're obsessed with: her fucking you while standing up.

"a-abs! abby! oh my god!" your throat is sore as her fingers grip the meat of your thighs, the force of her bouncing you and thrusting her hips up getting you closer and closer to euphoria. your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back, doing anything to avoid the way she's looking at you like you're some goddess she's been blessed to witness.

"just a little bit more baby. cmon, tell me how much you love it."

"i do! fuck abby, love it so much."

"love what, honey? you can do it, know you can. god you're so perfect."

your mind is hazy with the feeling of the strap hitting that sensitive spot inside of you with every bounce of your hips and her words that you barely even register her demand, groaning when she bites at one of your tits that have been bouncing in her face.

"tell me what you love. please, please tell me."

"nghh, love you abby! fuckin love your dick so much!"

"that's it, thaaat's it pretty girl. let everyone you're mine, that i'm yours-"

you're pretty sure she kept talking after that, but the rush of your orgasm deafens every sound and lights your body on fire, only able to feel the high and the cum leaking down your thighs. you go in and out of consciousness but come back to when you're both back in bed, abby pulling you onto her chest and she rubs a soft hand down your back.

"love you." you mumble, snuggling into the warmness of her.

"i love you too, y/n."

"'m sorry about earlier."

"me too. promise that i'll tell you whenever i'm feeling down. or when i'm dealing with a douche."

"me too."

you get the best night's sleep you've had in years.

in the morning everyone seems ecstatic for the holiday, ready to share their gifts with each other after breakfast. you decide to join in helping to cook, which gets you a crazy accusation from jordan saying your helping is just 'sitting on the counter so abby has something to look at while you drink a mimosa". whatever. abby is standing between your thighs and talking to you about her new workout schedule when owen and manny walk into the room, manny bidding you a sly 'good morning' with a smirk as owen grabs water from the fridge.

"hey owes, can you hand me one?" abby asks, her fingers drumming on your thigh as she uses the other to catch the bottle he tosses to her with a polite smile. your eyes are following the action suspiciously before abby is for some reason keeping a grip on the middle of the bottle as she opens it so the liquid spurts onto a bit of her shirt.

"ugh, abs! wait a second." you start to move off the counter when she holds your hips down.

"its fine, babe. i'm used to things squirting on me, anyway."

your face scrunches up as you smack her in the shoulder, your face hot as you hear jordan and manny cackling like hyenas and owen chugs down his water. abby just presses a loud kiss on your cheek.

other than your friends constantly teasing you, nora whispering a 'love shack' in your ear when she walks behind you in the living room, the day really is perfect. when the sun sets everyone is exchanging the gifts they got for each other. leah got jordan some necklace he's had his eyes on, manny bought mel some earmuffs after hers broke a month ago. some of them teased you for having surprisingly thoughtful gifts despite having a heart of only half-thawed ice, making you only reply that you weren't past taking the gifts back.

and then you open the gift abby got you and nearly cry; a custom snow globe, inside two mini figures dancing on a mountain of snow, one wearing skis and the other wearing skates. the she almost does the same with the corny 'cooking for two' book you bought her and the limited edition version of her favorite novel.

its a night full of warmth and laughter, and once it ends you find yourself standing out on the balcony, looking out at the lit lights of the village and the lifts on the slopes. your phone is in your hand and you open the text messages to your dad.

tell everyone i said merry christmas. its going to take me time to mentally heal enough to train. but if you're willing to do it with me then i'm in.

"hey, it's fucking freezing out here." abby opens the slide-apart door and comes up beside you, wrapping her arms around you to look out at the view with you. "are you ok?"

you sigh, turning to admire her. the redness of her cheeks, the tiny snowflakes in her hair. the way she's looking at you.

you nod your head.

"i'm on top of the world."

fics keep getting longer to overcompensate allah take me now. spent so much of yesterday aka my birthday writing this omg but it was so fun to write a more developed reader. uhhh idk stream cobra by megan.

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oacest scholars, do you have any gcest fic recs for a beginner?

we decided to answer this in brief and limit ourselves to three recs each or, as evidenced by past failures to answer this same simple and straightforward request from other people, we'd spend forever quibbling about our choices and never actually post the dang thing. here, in no particular order, are some good jumping off points:

trill's recs:

1) @snickfic's baby, you're gonna be the one that saves me, aka my fave fic (technically series, it's got two parts) in this entire fandom. in which liam gets knocked up in the mid 90s by someone who's not noel, to noel's intense anguished jealous heartbreak mild dismay. even if you're not really into mpreg this one is well worth it. the characterization is god tier. bal and i insisted that jackie, who staunchly doesn't like mpreg, read it and even she was converted.

2) i could be your lover, you could be all mine, by hapaxlegomena. a collection of unconnected porn ficlets. lots of extremely tasty stuff in here, i reread random bits of it regularly.

3) the D'YA WANT SOME? series by one of our own triumvirate, bal! im sure she's squirming in horror that im including it but it is by far the best, most well-written, most well-characterized, thoughtful, hilarious, hot, fascinating work in this whole fandom imo, and is a perfect intro to the whole concept of pre/early days oasis and what noel+liam might have been getting up to behind the scenes (as it were) before they were famous.

bal's recs:

1) Filmstar, an orphaned fic on Ao3. This one gets recced plenty but for good reason. It's very funny in a deadpan way and the Liam in it is such a perfect little weirdo. It's a great fic to start with, readable even if you don't know all the lore and whatnot.

2) outta sight and outta mind by lustmord. this author writes Trauma and specifically the brothers' trauma in a way I find endlessly compelling. (for all that Everyone Knows about their shitbag dad, it is still such an unspoken and often unpredictable presence in the room; you can't really get into them without tangoing with it in some fashion)

3) Let Me Be The One, by @savageandwise. absolutely fantastic Liam voice, this author just GETS him. I often think about this quote as a literal thesis statement for Noel's whole insane deal:

You think he's perfectly willing to allude to it in public if he's the one pulling the strings. Cause he thinks he's cleverer than the rest of the world. He thinks it's edgy and rock and roll when he does it. It's his brand of anarchy. And when you do it you're just stupid and embarrassing and determined to destroy everything.

jackie's recs:

1) Trying To Find A World That's Been and Gone by @storyshark2005. my colleagues graciously let me be the one to put it on my list because this is Thee fic. as we were all getting into Oasis initially, this fic was our constant companion and teacher, holding our hand as the fixation unraveled within us. it's a present-day fic that beautifully and masterfully unpacks the entirety of their relationship from the glory days to the estrangement and it is so jam-packed with research and details, you can just assume that everything that's being referenced is based on something that actually happened. in my opinion, this is where any new fan should start.

2) If I Had a Gun by @savageandwise. it's probably cheating to put another fic by this author when bal's already done it, but... I don't care lmao. in many ways we're splitting hairs because all this author's fics are worth your time. but I do hold a special place for this one because it so wonderfully captures the tenuousness of their dynamic at any given moment. how they could go from fighting to flirting to hating each other to needing each other in rapid succession. it feels so true.

3) Here's Looking At You, Kid by RedheadAmongWolves. don't be thrown off by the fact that this is one chapter away from completion, it's still totally worth it. the characterizations are great, the vibes draw you in, the UST is delicious. honestly, this is really meant to function as an overall author rec. there were several here I could've chosen. [ETA: this fic is now complete!]

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wait prime adsecla thatch was only 22? he should have been at Bedrock 😔

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why's the tripotentiary kinda...

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girl i'm sorry but i will NOT hear this one out

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i think we really need to discuss large valor gap relationships. i'm sorry but there's just an unescapable power dynamic there and no, your relationship is not different or special

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it's actually sooo problematic of you to assume that those with caenum can't fully consent to relationships

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WHERE did i say that in the post???

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don't act like it wasn't implied

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i don't see what the problem is. if anything, the valorous partner should be worried about being used for their valor.

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at least we can all agree you're an idiot

#valor discourse

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who up having caenumous thoughts?

#and before you even ask yes its about the prime consector #who else would it be about

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#sorry i know these are everyone's faves! the bracket was randomly generated :( #hate to put two bad bitches against each other #loxlee gala #loxlee gala poll #polls

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in the vault . straight up "baloncing it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. my canum.

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Sorry if this has been asked and/or explained before but do you have a reason for who’s paired with who in Tower of Souls? Some make sense like Sprout and Cosmo since they’re talked about hanging out together in game, but then there’s ones like Shrimpo and Pebble that I don’t get as much, and wondered what your thought process for picking duos was

I had no real basis for how i picked them. some were based off of canon of course, but i mostly just picked pairs i thought would be interesting :P if you dont mind my yap i can explain everyone...

Dandy & Astro - pretty obvious why, theyre very very close friends in canon :] and on top of that i feel my headcanons make them a very interesting and conflicting pair

Sprout & Cosmo - do i need to say anything about these two LOL

Vee & Connie - connie was actually going to be paired with finn at first! Fun fact!!! since i thought they were both pretty silly and might be fun together. but a friend suggested vee and i thought that they could be more interesting

Pebble & Shrimpo - these two were. Mostly just chosen out of practicality. i chose them because theyre both pretty unserious characters and also since pairing shrimpo with anyone else would make it difficult for him to have a close relationship with his partner considering his Personality. pebble doesnt care about his yelling and his insults and shrimpo loves his buppy he is the one thing in this world shrimpo doesnt hate (though its still hard for shrimpo since he doesnt have a partner who can Communicate and so he still lacks the support the others have)

Shelly & Jone - Partially, i paired shelly with an oc because there were 24 characters at the time, though i hadn't counted razzle and dazzle as two until i designed them, so the numbers turned out odd and i made jone to compensate,,, but shelly wasnt just given the First come first serve treatment, i hadnt figured out all of the pairs when i stuck her with jone, i was just considering giving her a story where she was forgotten intentionally to cover up some incident. I didnt want to use a canon toon and kill them off or stick them in the basement like i ended up doing with jone, so i made an oc instead :]

Rodger & Toodles - also an obvious one, father n daughter. and my faves <3

Glisten & Looey - FUN FACT!!! ive mentioned this before but i was GOING to pair glisten with paris from the gen2 au. paris was going to be in tower of souls and be glistens brother instead of his replacement. but this was at the very beginning of when i was making the au,, i didnt want to add ocs in and i also really liked the idea of glisten and looey together because i feel like their insecurities are similar and they could bond over it (and then qwel added dialogue where glisten tells looey he hates clowns SIGHS. cruelty to me i promise theyre best friends.)

Teagan & Gigi - Chose these two just because gigi is a hoarder/gambler and teagan is implied to be secretly greedy in her twisted dialogue,, i thought itd be funny if they did some money-related stuff in tos lol. They dont talk about money in their class because arthur didnt want to make it about money but It Is Implied

Brightney & Tisha - I think their dialogue with each other is very neat and i wanted them to work together :] (ccough and i wont lie i think its obvious because i talk about how much i like lightbox i wanted to pair them together because i like the ship BUT ITS NOT. CANON IN TOWER OF SOULS WHATSOEVER. you can interpret them that way but their relationship is left intentionally vague 🙏 i just like their dynamic)

Poppy & Boxten - Another obvious one :] starter duo

Razzle & Dazzle - bro who else would they be paired with. I did consider making them one toon so that theyd both be paired with someone else but i decided id rather make them a pair

Goob & Scraps - also obvious. Sibling!!!

Finn & Flutter - Thought it would be neat to pair them together since theyre both nature-related :] and i think they could be silly together

Bobette, Ginger, Rudie, & Coal - i think its clear why these fellas were all put together to begin with i mean theyre all just the holiday toons but as to why theyre a quartet instead of a pair? I had already decided on putting all of the holiday toons in a group even before the update came out and coal was revealed, for a few reasons. for one i feel like it would be strange to have a holiday toons paired with a canon character since in regular dandys world like youre putting Bob who works at macdonalds together with Santa clause /j. i wanted to keep them all together and i also thought it would be cute if they worked at the gift shop since!! christmas!!!! If i had known we were getting 4, i provavly wouldve made two pairs, but i was under the impression we were getting 3 and so i had already decided on them being a group VDKBDKD

and yatta... doesnt have a partner yet ! Shrug

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Noble's Will Au: Noble- Warden dynamics

I really should be writing the third chapter, but SCREW IT-

I wanna yap how I see the warden's relationships with their nobles.

I have stated their duties are like a platonic marriage or patnership, since its takes #1 priority to maintain, care, and keep order of the creatures and land of Hisui and need BOTH sides to do it. But I haven't stated how the current wardens and their nobles PERSONAL relationships are.

So Im going to do that now.

Pearl Clan:

Lord Kleavor and Lian: Tempermental Uncle who's only soft for his brave little boy who loves rocks. Kleavor like to sit and listen to Lian's rambling of stones or geodes he's found. Keeps all the stones in his nest because each one is special to noble, and gifts a few in return. Lian like having someone listening to ranblings on rock formations and not be called "odd" by it.

Lord Ursaluna and Calaba: Kindred old spirits. Current Ursaluna had been chosen around the same Calaba became warden, so they kinda just experienced a bunch of things together. The bear pokemon enjoys giving Calaba rides on his back and having naps in the sun together. Calaba enjoys her noble's calm yet stubborn nature, much like her own. Always feed him leftover berries and cakes when they are together.

Lord Arcanine and Palina: Parent- Child relationship. Palina and Irida's mother was the previous warden to the previous Lord Arcanine, and Palina took up the mantle after their mother passed away. So was VERY ATTACHED to the direct Arcanine line, Palina seeing the previous one as her beloved mentor. After the previous one passed on, she took up the reins of passing the current Lord Arcanine, who saw her as their adoptive mother. The young noble hopes to be like his father in being strong for his warden.

Lady Sneasler and Ingo: (my personal fave, Im not normal of them) FREAKING SOULMATES (platonic). Best way to describe them is like Hiccup and Toothless from the Httyd movies. The SECOND Lady Sneasler found and saved Ingo when he first landed in Hisui, it felt Almighty Sinnoh answered her prayer for finding a prefect warden ever since she lost her previous one and could find no true replacement. Ingo is indebted to his noble for saving him, also being his emotional support pokemon in this unknown region.. they are a strong duo, do not separate them

Lord Avalugg and Gaeric: Tired, proud, old grandfather and his very high-energy son. Being the largest and oldest living noble, Lord Avalugg appreaciates Gaeric's loyal and dutiful energy to caring for him, since he's so slow and big. Gaeric admires the noble's boundless strength and hopes to be like that every day, his biggest inspiration.

Diamond Clan:

Lord Wydeer and Mai: The noble considers Mai to be a part of his main herd, reminding him of his younger days as a Stantler buck. Mai loves riding on the back of her noble, enjoying the quiet of nature. Sees her noble as very wise, and taking learning her psychic blessings very seriously.

Lady Lilligant and Arezu: Gossip besties. Met Lady Llilligant as a Petilil and became besties ever since. They chat for days about things they seen, humans/pokemon they talked to before, or taking care of each other's flowers.

Lord Basculegion and Iscan: Old wise mentor and nervous student. Basculegion finds Iscan's nervousness to be very silly, but admires his bravery when he comes to things or people he cares about. Iscan appreaciates the noble's advice of things he's unsure about. Iscan DOES know that his Noble is part ghost-type, but he's like the only one he doesn't fear. Swimming together is always a fun bonding experience.

Lord Electrode and Melli: Kindred spirits of being Underestamed. Both were "runts" of their family and worked very hard to get to where they were. Electrode likes being doted on by Melli and gives him loving shocks in return in thanks. Melli appreaciates being spoken in high regard by his noble, so holds himself to that regard.

Lord Braviary and Sabi: Big papa bird and his adopted human-rufflet chick. Immidaitely bonded to her when he met her as a baby, acts like her nanny always tucks her into his wings for a nap.. Sabi adores her noble and is honored to share his clairvoyance like her mother.

[cynthiav06]

Annabeth stans and Percabeth shippers are talking about how ooc Annabeth is in WOTTG with her thinking Percy is stupid as if she hasn't constantly made fun of Percy's intelligence since the very beginning. As if she doesn't do it in every book, multiple times. Rick's characterization of Annabeth isn't changing, people are finally just growing up and realizing their fave ship when they were 12 isn't healthy. But instead of actually acknowledging that it's a bad ship they just blame the author.

Warnings: This is going to be a rant; bear with me. People from the "take everything as a personal offense" group stop reading. Will give us both the luxury of a peaceful mind.

It's easier to blame Rick, I think, given his series of shit decisions. The Wrath of a Triple Goddess is a complete abomination, and so is Chalice of the Gods in many ways. But at least it has helped readers understand the glaring flaws of Percabeth as a ship. How Percy's character is butchered to hype up Annabeth.

And I am completely exhausted of trying to get any of them to think rationally and in an unbiased manner. I can't make a willfully blind individual see sense after all.

But yeah, Annabeth has many, and I mean many character flaws throughout the series. The number of times I have made a post on Annabeth's flaws or even why Percabeth is incompatible.... At this point, I believe open-minded and careful readers are going to see and make their own conclusions, and the blind shippers will keep doing their own thing. This , I think, was my most recent post and will probably be one of my last ones on a similar topic. Unless I get newer asks that have some different viewpoints that I can actually explore cause, all has been said so far, I think.

I had a feeling that things would get better as they got older, more mature, you know, an Annabeth character arc of some sort. Maybe exploring the positive and negative nuances of Percabeth or even Percy's suicidal thoughts, non existent self esteem and how Annabeth has been unknowingly feeding into those.

She is one of the more iconic characters to people even outside the fandom. One from a very, very , and exclusive pool of actually strong female characters and the way her character is devolving isn't helping anything.

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All of Riordan's characters have such high potential, and the amount of plots he could explore is staggering, and yet he still dishes out the same generic plot again and again. He is in it for the money now, has been for a while, and so there's no hope there.

This might be a very hot take, but I think romance ruined the series. Rick kept slapping romantic relationships on every character as if that would suddenly make things better. Give them a relationship rather than explore their trauma. I guess it's the easier of the two.

But seriously, Caleo? Jiper? Solangelo ? (I can see the hate comments already). Whatever he was doing with Reyna, but at least she wasn't completely butchered.

Rick's problem is that he keeps giving more importance to romantic relationships and makes that the entire personality of a character.

He butchered Percy, even Jason at times, Leo bloody Valdez and Nico more prominently.

The way Percy and Nico's very deep and volatile bond and heavily dynamic relationship was butchered and distorted to feed into Solangelo and Percabeth, and I can't possibly understate how highly that's been going on.

Then Luke and Thalia's relationship was completely butchered for no absolute reason. I have no idea why. They were in love or at least had romantic feelings for each other, and Thalia just woke up and wanted to kill him? He literally gave all the angst to Annabeth even though Thalia had known him longer, and they had a more nuanced bond.

Jason's relationship with Camp Jupiter individuals was completely scrapped, his and Reyna's dynamic completely watered down, or even his and Leo's great friendship discarded all for Jiper or whatever else was shoved at him.

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As opposed to this whole shit show, I loved the relationships in the Magnus Chase series and Kane Chronicles. That was good stuff. Both character relationships and romantic ones even though I am pretty sure he got a lot of diverse representation wrong or so I have read recently.

Then there's the stupid, blind, bigot part of the fandom that just can't help themselves. I mean dumb Percy takes, Annabeth stans ruining Percy's character arcs and overinflating Annabeth's character, which in turn made Rick do the same.Then the boring Jason thing? What the hell was that? It's like everyone missed the point of why Jason is the way he is. I am going to make a post on that soon, but seriously, the shit that's been going on.

Then the shippers. Solangelo stans and Percabeth stans. They have single handedly ruined the ships for me with their distorted ideas of character dynamics. And their blatant and brutal hate against other Percy or Nico ships is just ridiculous and heavily toxic.

It's a fandom, not a monopoly. Everyone can have their own little thing as long as you don't meddle in someone else's own thing. Let everyone enjoy their own thing.

And for all our sakes, at this point, just pick your own version of canon. Choose which books to stop at. Trust me, it's less frustrating that way.

[thehypnone]

Say It One More Time

WC: 10k

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Love Story, Friends To Lovers, Mutual Pining, Falling In Love, Soulmates, First Kiss, Miscommunication, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mating, Insecurities, Suggestive, Fluff, Cuddles, Anxiety, Self-Esteem Issues, Referenced Panic Attacks, Retirement, Fear Of The Future, Jamming Sessions, Nightmares, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddle Piles, Pack Dynamics, Building A Home, Cooking/Baking Date, Domestic Fluff (old married couple coded), Growing Old Together

The story of Swiss and Mountain. From the beginning to the end. (But not really.)

Notes: Commissioned by the amazing @jimothybarnes! Thank you for letting me basically ramble about my faves fgfhdsgf

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Mountain joined the Ghost project in…trying times. So much chaos all around, there was not a moment of peace and the earth ghoul despised it. He thought he would be begging to get sent back to the Pit after one tour leg.

He did not.

Still, he never thought life like this was for him. He always doubted he would ever be really happy. Dewdrop’s elemental transition changed things; first it took away all hope, but then returned it double as he survived it and made full recovery—at least a physical one. That is when Mountain started seeing the human world a little differently.

He started wanting to have a life there, to settle, and that alone guaranteed him success already. Once his mind was set it did not take long for him to see it all changing in front of his eyes.

Or rather appearing in front of his eyes.

In the shape of a rather good looking multi ghoul.

Mountain has to admit he has found Swiss very attractive since the moment he stepped out from the summoning circle; even though he was slightly underweight and generally neglected when he did. The more time he is spending Topside, the more handsome he gets and, frankly, it is slowly getting out of hand, if you ask Mountain.

He is simply ridiculously gorgeous.

Over half a year since Swiss crawled out of the Pit Mountain has to admit that the amount of time he spends just…looking at him may be slightly concerning. So many times Dewdrop or Aether, who know him the best, had jabbed their elbows into his side teasingly and called him a creep. They never once told Mountain, though, how happy they are to see him thriving and blooming just like his element as he and Swiss get closer.

They are growing a friendship—a meaningful, deep connection.

Despite Swiss’ chaos contrasting Mountain’s calmness they found a common language in music and nature and soon enough it turned out the multi ghoul’s loudness is not all that he is, and the rest is easy to balance.

He and Mountain love working in the greenhouse or in the gardens together just as much as they enjoy jamming out in the rehearsal room with wide grins on both their faces. Swiss could not be happier, whatever it is they do together. Nobody has ever tried to get to know him, to overlook the complete mess that he seems to be at a first glance.

Mountain does and the multi ghoul doubts he is aware how important it is to him. Today the multi ghoul got an idea on how to show him. Or at least try to.

He pops his head into the greenhouse after lunch, knocking so as not to startle the earth ghoul; not so much asking for permission to come in.

“Hi, are–uhm, you busy?” he asks, getting startled himself instead, at the sight of Mountain shirtless. He turns and a small knowing smirk grows on face.

“No, not at all, just finished my work.” Mountain says and stretches. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to go for a walk and…” Swiss has some trouble remembering what he initially came there for as he struggles to rip his eyes away from the slight sheen of sweat on the earth ghoul’s chest, “uh, I was wondering if you’d go with me? I want to show you something.”

“Yeah, I’d love that! Give me just a minute, I’ll get this to the den and I’ll be right back.” Mountain points at a box filled with…something before picking it up. Swiss only nods and hangs his head to hopefully hide the blush on his face at least a little.

“Alright, I’ll wait here,” he mutters, hoping Mountain hears it as he has already walked out of the greenhouse. Swiss paces around the place waiting for the earth ghoul to return and takes a moment to appreciate all the work he does there. He is also happy to notice the plants he himself tended to and how they are flourishing. He smiles with pride.

Swiss is not used to anything thriving after it has been touched by him; that’s Mountain’s skill. His heart warms at the thought that the earth ghoul made him thrive just as he did the flora under his care and changed him; made it so he can bring good into the world, too. That is the greatest gift the earth ghoul could have ever given Swiss.

Soon enough he comes back and they set out into the woods.

“You probably know about it, it’s not like it’s super hidden,” Swiss says, “but I never heard anyone mention it and I just came across it one time and…I dunno, I just like it and wanted to take you there.”

Mountain nods with a smile; intrigued and charmed by the fact that Swiss has possibly found a place no one else knows about and he deemed the earth ghoul special enough to share said spot with him. 

They walk for some time—sometimes in silence, sometimes chatting away about various things—before Swiss stops. If not for Mountain's connection to the element they are currently surrounded in, he would be confused; there is nothing there at a first glance, but he can feel there is something.

Swiss takes one more step towards something that looks like a fallen tree resting against a hill and peels some of its branches away to reveal an entrance.

It’s a cave.

Mountain follows the other and they crawl through the tight space and into it. It’s huge and beautiful and the earth ghoul is enamored.

“Swiss, this is–woah, it’s gorgeous here,” he gasps and he is not overreacting. The cave really is something magical.

“So you didn’t know about it?” Swiss asks, slightly surprised. An earth ghoul not knowing every single inch of the local grounds?

“No,” he chuckles. “I heard from Ivy there were some caves around but I never went looking.”

Swiss does not answer, he only grins; proud of himself. He lets Mountain look around for as long as he wants to—the multi ghoul is already familiar with every single nook of the cave.

“There’s a raspberry bush over there,” Swiss says after a few moments, pointing at the other side of the cave where some light is coming from its top. “They’re really good.”

“Let’s see it,” the earth ghoul winks and follows Swiss to them. Before they get to the berries, Mountain crouches by the bush and places his hands where it pierces the ground. He closes his eyes and murmurs something under his breath. Swiss knows what he is doing; thanking the earth for such a gift.

It may just be Swiss’ imagination but the bush seems to brighten when Mountain stands back up.

“You have to teach me that sometime,” he says and the earth ghoul nods before picking up a raspberry and popping it into his mouth. He moans at the taste; they are good.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” He smiles at Swiss. “I really appreciate you.”

The multi ghoul returns the smile with a rosy blush dusting his cheek.

One evening seemingly changes everything. In reality, it changes nothing.

Another tour leg, another city, another show, another venue, another bar to let off some steam. Everyone has a drink or two in their hands, holding onto their human disguises and having fun in pairs or small groups. The music is loud, the lights are bright and it absolutely reeks of sweat, but it doesn’t bother anyone too much.

It’s the charm of such places, really.

Even Mountain is fine with all that; even though he’s not a huge fan, he’s content sitting in a dark corner with a mocktail and watching his packmates.

He sighs. Who is he even trying to lie to? Himself? Lucifer?

He’s watching Swiss.

Beautiful Swiss, laughing and smiling so brightly Mountain thinks he missed his destination; he should have been an angel, not a demon. The earth ghoul zones out staring at him as he laughs amongst their pack, as he dances and sings and Mountain can not help but think Swiss is the most perfect thing in the world, and…

Oh.

Oh.

He’s in love with him

Fuck.

Mountain can’t look at him the same after that realization. He ran away from the bar and avoided everyone for as long as possible—a whole ten hours—not knowing what to do with himself. Now that he knows what that feeling warming up his heart every time Swiss smiles at him is, the earth ghoul only knows need.

He needs him so bad.

He needs to hold him, to kiss him, to be held by him, to be kissed by him. He needs to be devoured and to devour and it feels like the longer none of that happens, the more breath he loses, and it does not take long for Mountain to feel as if he is suffocating.

Little does Mountain know, that he is actually a fucking idiot.

Swiss feels the exact same way; burning for him.

He’s not even discreet about it—he’s painfully obvious, actually—but Mountain is so focused on the doomsday scenario of getting rejected that he’s blind to the signs Swiss is throwing his way. Right under his feet.

It’s another few months before any of them do something more direct than stare yearningly at the other, and it’s not even either of them's idea. It’s their pack that all but pushes them into a tight broom closet and threatens not to let them out until they kiss. Or fuck.

Metaphorically, of course.

What they actually do is a whole scheme of talking them into it. They play a little dirty, they have to admit; showing one of them the messages that were never supposed to see the light of day from the other one, and the other way around.

They just have to make them believe it isn’t one big joke; neither Swiss nor Mountain have enough faith in themselves to accept that someone they see as absolute perfection could even consider…loving them. Oh, how wrong they both are.

Favorite method of Aether’s became getting Swiss high and filling his head with the images of a beautiful future he and Mountain can share if he only stops being such a cunt. He does not even need his quintessence for that.

“Mount’s a romantic, you know?” Aether sighs—slurring a little on purpose, so he seems more high than he actually is after only taking a few hits and feeding the rest to Swiss. “He loves spoiling people he loves and he gets all into it.”

“Mhm,” Swiss hums, sprawled out like a starfish on the quintessence ghoul’s bed. “He’s real sweet.”

“Yeah, he really is,” Aether confirms. “He likes giving gifts. He makes a lot of stuff and then gives it to people. It’s one of the ways he shows affection.”

“I got a few things from him,” the multi ghoul notes. “He grew a flower for me.”

Aether wants to scream at how stupid they both are.

“That’s cute,” he says instead. “What kinda flower?”

“A rose, orange and red.”

Aether face-palms himself. “That’s really lovely.”

“Yeah…” Swiss sighs dreamily. “I’m not so good at…being sweet.”

“Bullshit. You just do it in a different way.”

“Meh.”

“You help everyone,” Aether explains, trying to direct the conversation onto the multitude of times Swiss helped with or did something for Mountain. He also might pull up an article on love languages on his phone and force Swiss to read it, but that’s plan B. “I think that’s how you show affection.

“Huh…I guess it is.”

One evening it all comes to a climax. Swiss is returning from chores with Cirrus and the air ghoulette is laughing at how heart-eyes he gets the moment she so much as mentions Mountain.

When they get to the den they notice said earth ghoul resting in the common room on his own. Swiss tries to turn on his heel and run away—not in a state he would wish Mountain to see him—but Cirrus is done with them jumping around each other.

“Oh, no, you don’t, loverboy!”

She pushes Swiss into the room and Mountain notices him right away. Well, if he can’t run away, maybe he should just…go for it, like the air ghoulette advised him to.

Mountain is looking at him questioningly as he just stands there, contemplating, and he decides he can not make it worse. At least he hopes so.

Swiss walks up to the earth ghoul and plops down onto the couch next to him.

“Hey, can I ask you–” he starts, but Mountain speaks at the same time.

“Hi, I was actually–” 

“Oh, you first, but–”

“So I wanted to–”

“I was wondering if–”

They both pause this silly exchange—blushing bright red—and take deep breaths before speaking again.

“I want to kiss you so bad,” Swiss blurts out, tired of the thoughts that could not be let out jumping around in his head.

“Yeah…” Mountain sighs and giggles to himself before cupping the multi ghoul’s cheek and bending down to kiss him, indeed. Swiss melts into it and nothing else but the two of them exists anymore in this chaotic world.

If their pack that is looking out of the windows cheers as they watch, Swiss and Mountain will never know.

Ghoulish nature is a curious thing.

There are many strange things about it—at least to humans—but it’s understandable considering they are quite literally demons from the pits of Hell. One thing that humans are always particularly amazed by is mating.

It’s not as common as it is sometimes believed. It’s unlike human marriage; that is something frail and all but an act—it does not influence one’s very core.

Mating does.

The spirits of ghouls that mate split and twist together and bind them with a bond unbreakable.

That is why some deem it too dangerous.

Swiss and Mountain, even if they are not aware of it, have both dreamed of committing such an act.

Swiss, who despite his confidence always feels out of place, wanting to experience the comfort of being someone’s, of belonging. Being owned, even.

Mountain, who despite his metaphorical wealth always feels like he’s lacking something, wanting to have someone to be there for him, to choose him.

For years they have both been scared of bringing it up, fearing the other would laugh in their face or push them away.

At the end of the day, neither of them bring it up, really.

“You stink!” Dewdrop announces one day as he storms into the common room where Swiss and Mountain are lounging comfortably on a sofa. “You’ve both been stinking up the place for days now and we all decided to keep our mouths shut because you’re cute, but I’m done with it! You know you should keep away for a while after mating! Besides, how are you just laying here and not fucking twenty-four seven!?”

The pair looks at the agitated ghoul with confusion.

“What the hell are you on?” Swiss snorts.

“We aren’t mated,” Mountain adds.

Dewdrop’s jaw drops as he realizes they really are clueless.

“Except you are, idiots!” the fire ghoul yells. “Last friday, did you fuck?”

“Dew, that’s–”

“DID YOU FUCK!?”

“Fucking Lucifer, yes, we did,” Swiss laughs. “So what?”

“Oh, let’s see! Whoever was topping, did you happen to knot and bite the other one?”

“Well…yes, but we’ve done that so many times before, and–” Mountain mutters, now calculating in his mind.

“SURPRISE, you’re mated! I don’t fucking know how you managed to do it by accident, but you did, so I wish you a happy mated life and now get the fuck out to the woods, I have to air the den out.”

Mountain is the first to stand up—or rather shoot up—but he does not wait for Swiss. No, he runs out of the common room, leaving the remaining two ghouls confused.

The multi ghoul swallows the growing lump in his throat as he follows, albeit way slower. As he leaves he can hear Dewdrop swearing under his breath as he slams the windows open. Swiss is about to cry. Did Mountain…he claimed him by accident and ran away when he was made aware. Does he regret it, does he not want him? Does he not love him?

The multi ghoul wraps his own arms around himself as he leaves the Abbey. He does not know where Mountain went to, but he is sure it’s not to the cave in the woods. Swiss hopes so, at least, wanting to have that space for himself.

Indeed, he does not find his mate there, but it does not make anything better. Swiss crumples to the floor with his claws digging into his sides as he sobs.

He thought he finally found home. He thought that after hundreds of years of loneliness and abuse he found love, but now…it seems it was all a lie. He spends the night curled up in one of the nooks of the cave; with stone digging into his cold body.

Mountain does not sleep.

He ran and ran until he ran out of breath and collapsed somewhere by the other edge of the forest. He cried, realizing how many mistakes he has managed to make.

He knows Swiss, knows his insecurities. He knows what the multi ghoul is now surely thinking.

That he hates him.

The truth is that Mountain panicked once it hit him that Dewdrop was right. Some instinct must have overtaken that last friday and the earth ghoul claimed Swiss without realizing. He did not run away because he regrets it, he–well, he does regret it, but only because he did it without Swiss’ consent.

They have never even talked about it and he just did it to him; Mountain feels like a monster. What if it’s something Swiss never ever wanted to do?

It doesn’t matter now; if he wanted it before, now he certainly wants nothing to do with the earth ghoul. Not only did he violate him, but he ran away like a coward after.

He has fucked up beyond measure.

It’s a few days before either Swiss or Mountain emerge from their hiding spots; though still not knowing what next step to take. They are both clueless that they’re getting closer and closer as they’re trying to return home; only realizing once they bump into each other.

“Fuck, sorry, ‘m sorry,” Swiss mutters and immediately turns on his heel to walk away.

“Please, don’t go,” Mountain begs, voice cracking. The multi ghoul snaps his head back with his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Why?”

“I’m an idiot, I–I panicked,” the earth ghoul whines, “I didn’t know what to do so I ran, I’m so sorry, my darling.”

“Why?” Swiss repeats.

“You never agreed to it.”

Swiss’ eyes widen.

“That’s…that’s it? You felt bad for claiming me because I didn’t say you could do it?”

“Yes, darling,” Mountain breathes out. “I know what you must’ve been thinking and I’m so, so sorry for making you think any of this was on you. I love you so much, Swiss. I always have and always will.”

The multi ghoul stares at the ground, swallowing thickly. Mountain is all but shaking with anxiety; not knowing whether he is about to be rejected for good or not.

It all dissipates when Swiss throws himself at Mountain, jumping up into his arms. The earth ghoul grabs him as he stumbles backwards and clings to him for dear life as their lips meet.

“I love you, too,” Swiss cries into his mouth. “I’ve always wanted to be yours.”

“Fuck, Swiss, can we–uh, can we pretend it isn’t done yet?” Mountain mutters. “I want to do it properly. Will you let me?”

“Yes, my love. Let’s do it properly.”

It is a few more days before they actually leave the woods.

Swiss always complains when he and Mountain have to work not only separately, but also in the opposite sides of the Abbey. It’s cruel and, frankly, homophobic—as Aeon likes to joke, having picked the phrase up from Tik-Tok.

The multi ghoul would much rather work with Mountain, or not work at all, and he tried to use an argument that he’ll be much more productive with his mate by his side, but one time was enough for Sister Imperator to know it would make them both way less productive. Swiss will not agree, of course—at least not out loud—but he realizes that defiling something they were about to clean was not a great way to prove they could work together on a daily basis.

Anyway, knowing his mate is close enough keeps him as calm as he can be without being in his arms. Swiss can never wait for the work to be finished so he can fall right back into Mountain’s hold, of course, but at least he can survive the hours leading to it.

M: hi my heart, i finished my chores early so ill be in the practice room if you need me, see you soon <3

Swiss grumbles reading the text from his mate. How on earth does Mountain always manage to finish all his work hours before the others? It’s truly unfair, he thinks. It is definitely not caused by Mountain actually doing what he is supposed to instead of getting distracted with a multitude of other things as Swiss happens to.

S: alright, ill catch u when im done, love u

Groaning at having to be away from Mountain for another hour, at least, he gets back to work. Thankfully he’s been left alone in the room without many distractions. Still, an hour is way too long, so when Swiss shoots his next text, half an hour later, he may or may not have forgotten about some of the tasks yet to be done.

S: i’m done, my love, still practicing?

Lack of an answer is an answer enough for Swiss, so he bolts in the practice room’s general direction before someone can notice him ditching chores. He catches Mountain’s scent just before he gets to the sound-proofed door and takes a deep breath, inhaling the smell of fresh grass, blooming flowers and pine. He can not hold back the smile that grows on his face as he enters the room.

Mountain is—as usual—fully immersed in music, smiling to himself and moving his entire body to the rhythm as he plays. Swiss closes the door behind him and hangs by it, watching his mate all heart-eyed for the next few minutes. Only when the earth ghoul finishes up another song and pauses to check his phone does he look up and notice Swiss.

He chuckles, “How long have you been standing there?”

“A little bit.” The multi ghoul shrugs and makes his way over to the drum platform. “I like watching you play.”

“Creep,” Mountain teases before closing the remaining distance between him and his mate and wrapping his arms around him, sweat and all.  “Missed you.”

Swiss is immediately purring up a storm, nuzzling under Mountain’s cheek and breathing in the scent he loves so much. “Mhm, I missed you, too, my love.”

“Let’s get something to eat,” the earth ghoul proposes, “and then we can take a nap.”

“Okay, but…” Swiss sighs, “in a moment. Wanna stay like that just a minute more.”

“Of course, my heart.” Mountain smiles against his hair. “However long you need.”

Ideally, Swiss would never pull away. He would stay glued to his mate for eternity if he could. Alas, just standing there is neither comfortable nor really fun, so eventually he does. He grabs the earth ghoul’s hand instead and they go back to the den, talking about their day. Soon enough they reach the commons and head for the kitchen first.

“What do you want to eat, my love?” Swiss asks, already rummaging through some cabinets. Mountain hums as he trails a hand over the multi ghoul’s hip before he wraps his arms around his waist and glues himself to his back.

“You,” he rumbles, pressing a kiss under Swiss’ ear.

“Maybe later,” he laughs and turns in the other’s arms. “You can get a taste, though.”

Mountain would never deny, of course; he grabs Swiss’ chin and tips his head back gently to lick into his mouth with near reverence. The multi ghoul sighs into it, sagging in Mountain’s arms. He hooks his hands under Swiss’ thighs and picks him up to sit him on the counter before stepping in between his legs to get that much closer and kiss the breath out of his mate.

“So sweet,” he breathes between kisses, “could just–eat you up.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Swiss giggles, “but maybe some actual food first, hm?”

“Fine…” Mountain rolls his eyes as he pulls away, making his mate grin widely. The earth ghoul turns to the fridge and grabs a yogurt. “Want some, too?”

“Yeah, gimme.” He scoffs at Swiss’ grabby hands and pulls out another one before shutting the fridge. The multi ghoul is already waiting with two spoons.

They chat some more as they snack, spreading some Abbey gossip as two ghouls do. Soon enough the empty yogurt packets end up in the thrash and they move to the living room.

Mountain sits in a big armchair in the corner of the common room, sprawling himself out in the deep plush to get comfortable. Swiss plops himself in his mate’s lap once he gets the go-ahead and curls up against his chest, rubbing his nose up and down Mountain’s neck. 

“I love you,” He mutters. The earth ghoul kicks up a low, rumbly purr and wraps his arms around Swiss, holding him close.

“I love you, too.” Swiss starts his own purring and it is easy to fall asleep enveloped in the comfort of having each other so close.

Mountain has learned how to fight his anxiety relatively well long ago. It’s not something that can just be cured or gotten rid of, of course, but he manages it as well as one can.

But if you can’t get rid of something permanently, it will resurface every now and then.

The earth ghoul has always struggled with low self-esteem. He used to lack any confidence, always preferring to hide behind his drum kit.

It changed a lot over the years.

Mountain’s pack and Swiss helped him a great deal; proving every single day how kind, smart, beautiful, and most importantly loved he is. It took him years, but he finally believes it all and now he knows his worth.

But doubts creep back into his brain, sometimes.

That he’s not good enough, that he’s worthless, that he’s useless, that he’s a burden, that he’s unlovable. All lies, of course, but it’s hard to ignore a nagging voice inside one’s head repeating it all over and over again.

Whenever it does speak up, Mountain goes to Swiss.

Today has just been…rough for the earth ghoul and he finds himself in a not-so-good headspace around dinnertime. He had seen Swiss barely half an hour ago but he feels like spiraling and he knows he should not wait until he’s down there.

But on the other hand…Swiss is probably busy now, he can’t just go and bother him and–

No. Swiss loves him, he won’t–

Mountain squeezes his eyes as if it can get him rid of these awful thoughts and goes to find his mate before they change his mind and force him to hide.

It’s happened before, many times. There were times when he would panic so hard he would run to the woods, blend in with his element and not emerge for days—convinced nobody had even noticed he was gone.

They always did and they always looked for him.

He gets to the den, unsure if Swiss is there at first, but he catches his scent quickly. It leads him to their shared bedroom and Mountain tries to compose himself a little bit before knocking on the door and entering. Swiss is doing something by the closet—probably taking care of the freshly washed clothes.

“Hi, my love,” the multi ghoul grins as he sees him. He is always an image of pure joy when he sees him.

“Hey,” Mountain responds quietly, dragging his feet as he comes closer.

“What’s wrong?” Swiss asks, having immediately picked up on the sadness in his voice, the sour edge in his scent, and the slump of his shoulders.

“Nothing, can I just…” Mountain sighs and drags a hand down his face as his voice cracks, “can I get a hug?”

“Oh, baby,” the multi ghoul coos with a sad pout on his face, already coming towards him with open arms—all but running to comfort him, “of course you can, come here.”

Mountain melts the moment these strong and warm arms wrap around him. He sags in Swiss’ hold and hides his face in his neck. He can not hold back a dry little sob that breaks its way free at the newfound comfort.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Swiss mutters, “I’ve always got you.”

It doesn’t take long for the comfort of Swiss’ embrace to make Mountain’s tears fall. He lets out a choked sob and hides further in his mate’s neck.

They stand like that for a while; just being. The multi ghoul holds his mate close and sways them side to side a little, letting him cry out whatever it is that has been bothering him. He does not need to know, not if he can help without that knowledge.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he repeats, rubbing his back. “You’re alright.”

Moments like these always make Swiss think about how he has seen Mountain when they first met. A huge ghoul with a stoic presence and yet a kind smile.

He thought his name was fitting not only because of his height. He thought the earth ghoul was unshakable, unmovable.

Swiss was pleased to find out Mountain is all but the definition of a gentle giant.

“Do you want to move to the nest?” Swiss asks once he deems his mate calm enough to move. He nods into his neck and the multi ghoul kisses his hair before gently maneuvering them over to their nest without untangling their limbs. It is not very easy and they end up having to pull away at least for a second.

“Sorry, I’m–I’m a mess,” the earth ghoul mutters, wiping tears and snot from his face as Swiss gets comfortable against the headboard. He opens his arms again once he is settled. Mountain falls right back into his embrace.

“You’re my mess, baby,” Swiss chuckles and kisses his forehead before poking his nose with a finger, making him giggle wetly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

Mountain cuddles up to Swiss’ side with his head over his heart and their hands clasped together. Their tails wrap around each other, too; Swiss’ tapping lightly against the mattress as he purrs. It relaxes the earth ghoul and he can feel the tension leaving him as he gets heavier against him.

Mountain is half asleep when Swiss speaks again. He does that on purpose; knowing that as sleepy as he is, the earth ghoul will not argue.

“You’re the smartest, kindest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met,” Swiss tells him. Mountain can only listen and breathe softly into his neck. “You give my life meaning, I love you so much it hurts sometimes and I need you, my love. I’m a part of you and the best part of me is you, Mountain. I don’t know what your brain was telling you earlier, but whatever it is, you know it’s not true and I’ll spend years proving it to you, okay? Do you understand me, sweetheart?”

It may not be so easy to believe all that Swiss is saying right away, but the one thing Mountain will never dare doubt is the multi ghoul’s devotion to making him believe.

He nods weakly in agreement just before he falls asleep in his arms.

Swiss always feared that retirement was going to bore him to death.

What would he do with his time? Stuck in the Abbey all year long with no opportunities to travel and have fun, really? How would he—a creature that lived on the adrenaline that playing shows all over the world provided—survive not touring? Sure, he would have his mate and his pack and they could play together in the rehearsal room as much as they wanted, but it would not be the same without both exhaustion and excitement of the real thing.

The multi ghoul could not see a point in living like this and he was scared.

He did not think he would be able to return to his old life after getting a taste of something bigger. He has spent countless nights worrying and coaxing himself into pointless panic attacks.

Now that the time to leave the Ghost project behind has come, Swiss realizes it may not be so bad.

Sure, it has only been a few months—no more than some breaks they had between touring—and he already feels a hole in his heart that is never fully going to get filled. But it is not so bad.

He thinks he has Mountain to thank for that.

When touring was the only thing for him, he used to think life would lose all meaning without it, but now it is Mountain that is Swiss’ life. He’s not scared anymore because he has his mate.

His life is full even though a big chunk of it was ripped away.

It’s slower now. They can sleep in every single day if they wish. They can go for week-long walks into the woods. They can do anything they want, really.

The only thing that matters is that Swiss and Mountain are together.

Mountain does not really miss touring—having had more than enough of it—but he doesn’t consider it all bad memories. Quite the opposite; all these years going around the world with his pack are the best of his long life. He misses the good moments, both on and off stage.

That is why he never declines when the pack asks him to join them in jamming out like the old times. It always feels good to climb his platform and sit behind his fancy drum kit again, to overlook the rest of the musicians as they run and jump around the stage.

Just like the old times.

They all still play a lot, but it is usually on their own, in their bedrooms. Each of them also spends a lot of time teaching both their instruments and elements to the new generation of ghouls summoned to continue the Ghost project.

Dewdrop—to everyone’s surprise—seems to have found his calling as a teacher; he loves it, and both he and his pupils are doing exceptionally well.

Aether and Aeon are switching between teaching the new quintessence ghoul guitar and quintessence, introducing them to the infirmary already.

Rain and the new water ghoul spend as much time in the lake as over their basses, just like Mountain with his pupil in the greenhouse and behind their drums.

The ghoulettes are—as always—rather secretive about their doings, but the old one’s voices can often be heard overlapping with the new trio’s.

Even Swiss has a pupil—a multi ghoul as chaotic and joyful as he is; perfect fit for replacing him.

But sometimes their pack meets in the rehearsal room purely for their own enjoyment.

Mountain turns to the right and relies solely on his muscle memory as he watches his mate on his platform—dancing and singing and laughing and playing. It hurts him sometimes, the fact that even if he does not, Swiss clearly misses it. Mountain would let him tour for decades if he only could, even if he would not go with him. He wishes he could give that to him.

Swiss looks at it differently now.

Yes, he misses touring terribly, but he does not regret being forced to retire. His life Topside until now was full of…everything, really, and now it’s time to tone it down, to go slower.

The rest of his life is for Mountain and he could not be happier about that.

They all get lost in the music again. All of them, Dewdrop, Rain, Aeon, Aether, Cirrus, Cumulus, Aurora, Sunshine, Swiss, and Mountain.

The ghoulettes are all dancing on two platforms, holding hands as they fill the room with the beautiful sound of their combined voices. Dewdrop keeps chucking picks at Aether. Aeon leans against Rain, nuzzling up to him like a car.

Swiss seems alone, but it could not be further from the truth. In that moment he feels less alone than ever.

Mountain can only smile and thank Lucifer for sending all these amazing ghouls his way when life was rough.

For sending Swiss his way when life was rough.

Their fun ends too soon, with the entire pack exhausted, but content. They slowly filter out of the room, thanking each other for the amazing time they had.

“Did you have fun, my love?” Swiss asks, coming up the platform behind his mate.

“I did,” Mountain sighs as the multi ghoul drapes himself over his back, not minding the sweat dripping off of him. “Did you?”

“You know it, baby,” he laughs. Mountain hums before turning on his stool and sweeps Swiss off of his feet. He yelps as he ends up in his mate’s lap with his arms around his neck. They both laugh like they are the happiest people in the entire universe.

They are the happiest people in the entire universe.

Mountain leans in to rest his forehead against Swiss’, knocking their horns together. They close their eyes and breathe the same air for a moment.

Despite all the little things they miss, their life could not be more perfect.

Swiss does not think his nightmares will ever go away. They have become less frequent over the years since he has been summoned, but once in a while—when he least expects it—something will hit him again. The less often they happen, the more frightening they are, though, and sometimes it takes the multi ghoul as much as a week to recover.

He wakes up gasping and sweating bullets for the first time in a few months and his first instinct is to blindly pat around for Mountain. He finds him, of course, and lets out a shaky breath of relief as he grabs his limp hand, but the dream still leaves him unsettled. The earth ghoul shifts in his sleep after being smacked a few times, but does not wake up.

Swiss was all alone again. Alone and cold in the Pit, but not like it was before he got summoned. He was alone then, yes, but he was also clueless. This time he was left with memories, knowing he had a pack and a happy life that suddenly was gone. Lacking and missing something is so much worse when you know exactly what you have lost. He felt like he was never going to experience the warmth of being loved again and it was horrible.

But he is awake now. He is awake and Mountain is right there.

Swiss stares at his mate; watching his chest rise and fall rhythmically and his nose twitch. It’s completely dark in their room, but his water part allows him to see well anyway. Mountain looks so peaceful and the multi ghoul’s heart feels like it is about to burst with the amount of love he has for him in it.

At some point the earth ghoul turns onto his side and unconsciously reaches out for Swiss, flopping an arm over his lap. He chuckles wetly and lays back down to snuggle into Mountain’s chest, his face slotted right over his heart. The tears that have been lingering in his eyes fall when his mate’s warmth envelopes him; falling in cold drops onto Mountain’s skin. This and Swiss’ heart pounding against him wakes him up.

“S’iss…’r you okay?” he slurs, all syrupy with sleep as he nuzzles into his hair.

“Yeah, baby. You’re here, I’m okay.”

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah,” Swiss sighs, cuddling up even closer. Mountain wraps his own arms tighter around him.

“I’m here,” he assures. The multi ghoul nods and tries to focus on his mate’s heartbeat and go back to sleep, but he can not quite shake off the fear that the dream has filled him with. 

What if it is his future? What if he will be sent back before others? What if they will be sent back together but won’t manage to find each other? What if it will all be different and everyone gets sent back but him? Being alone Topside would be as bad as being alone in the Pit.

The worst part of his dreams is always that they are not completely unrealistic.

He sits up again, thinking Mountain has managed to fall back asleep and intending to just stare at him for the rest of the night and assure his brain all is fine. The earth ghoul did not, though, and he rises with Swiss.

“Wanna talk about it or just…be?” he asks as he intertwines their fingers.

“I don’t know, I just–didn’t have that one in a while and it got me all messed up.”

“I understand, my heart.” Mountain kisses his forehead and adjusts them, all but manhandling Swiss so he is in his lap, curled up smaller than it should be possible considering his actual size. “It’s okay, I’m here. Everything’s okay.”

He is, but…their family is bigger than the two of them.

“Do you, uh–do you think we could go check on the others?” 

“Yeah,” the earth ghoul mutters, “yeah, of course.”

Swiss nods with gratitude and crawls out of their nest. He grips Mountain’s hand tightly as they leave their room and go down the corridor, intending to check their packmates’ bedrooms one by one. Mountain pauses before they can open Rain’s door, though, and his ear flicks.

“What is it?”

“Let’s go to the common room,” the earth ghoul says without actual explanation, but Swiss trusts him. He trusts him more than he trusts himself, so they do indeed go to the common room. Swiss looks with an anxious stare at each door they pass without checking, but Mountain just drags him along; albeit gently.

When they reach the commons Swiss understands.

Their whole pack is there, cuddled up in one big pile on the floor lined with tons of bedding. They are all snoring away, tangled in a way that makes it impossible to really notice where one ghoul ends and the other begins. Dewdrop is curled in a little ball on Aether’s chest; his face shoved between the other’s pecs. Rain is on his side, snuggled up to the two with his tail wrapped around the fire ghoul’s leg. Aeon is spooning Rain and drooling into his hair. Aurora is laying perpendicularly to him; her legs are thrown over the quintessence ghoul’s middle. Her head is resting on Cumulus’ stomach while Cirrus’ head is in the crook of her neck. Sunshine is sprawled half on top of them two.

The multi ghoul smiles and kisses Mountain in a way that expresses more than words ever could. He understands.

“Do you want to join them or get back to our room?” The earth ghoul asks.

“Here…” Swiss mutters, “but you don’t have to, your back will–”

“I’ll stay. I’ll always stay.”

Swiss doesn’t have it in himself to disagree; he nods and finds a spot where he and Mountain can lay down with the others. They slot in perfectly right next to Aether and the moment they get comfortable someone’s—most likely Dewdrop’s—tail drapes itself over them.

“You will never be alone again, my heart,” the earth ghoul whispers, kissing Swiss right below his ear. “No matter what happens, we will always be together.”

A couple of years into their retirement, Mountain and Swiss start to fantasize about having a space that would really be their own. Moving out of the Abbey isn’t an option. Not because of the Clergy’s control or some binding magic. Well, not unless the bond between a pack is considered magic, but truth be told it’s as close as it gets.

They simply don’t want to leave their family.

They would hate being unable to see them at least every other day, being unable to have cuddle piles; they would miss them terribly, even if they would not travel far. They are older now, though—especially Mountain—and the chaos is sometimes too much. That is why they started thinking of their options.

The Ministry’s grounds are big.

Swiss and Mountain share not only the element of earth in their cores, but also deep love for it, and when they are offered by the Clergy—or rather Copia himself, always the one to spoil his ghouls—to be provided with supplies to build a house in the woods, they accept without a second thought.

They begin planning immediately.

They have to have a little patio to drink tea in the mornings and to lounge with a book or guitar on. They need a big kitchen to cook and bake together as much as their hearts might desire. There must be a speaker system all over so they can have music they so love surrounding them at all times. Their bed has to be big and sturdy for…obvious reasons.

Thankfully both Mountain and Swiss are good at drawing.

They spend hours online, looking for inspiration and appliances they are going to need. They plan and draw everything, spilling their shared dreams onto paper.

Once it is all done, they insist they can do it all by themselves, but Copia does not agree. Not because he does not trust them, but because he loves them so much he only wants the best for them—he hires an actual architect and construction team for them.

It does not dull their excitement to bring their drawings to life; only now they are sure their house will last years. And they still do participate in the process, of course, but while the professionals are working on their cabin, Swiss and Mounty focus more on its surroundings.

They must have a garden, too.

They divide the space around the house into three parts and surround it all with magical hedge to keep away animals that might want to steal some of the things they plan on growing. The middle part they leave empty—apart from some flowers just to keep it in their style—to later on equip with chairs, tables, a swing, and anything that they might come up with that would make it a place that one wants to spend time in.

The other two parts are divided into growing fruit, vegetables, and even some grain. Whatever is possible, and considering Mountain’s power it is a lot.

Swiss and Mountain are standing there one evening, holding each other in a place that will soon be their patio, after the construction team has already left. They watch the sunset; sky painted oranges and pinks just behind the house that is steadily growing. It is as if Lucifer is congratulating them on the peaceful life that is just around the corner.

“We should get a cat,” Swiss hums into the space below Mountain’s jaw.

“What?” the other laughs quietly, slightly surprised by the proposition.

“Yeah, like a little kitten. They’re so cute.”

Mountain thinks about it. Yes, they are cute and now that they are about to have their own little home it would be precious to have something—someone—to raise there. They can not have kits Topside, so a pet would be the next best thing.

“Yeah, we should,” he mutters after a moment. Swiss pulls away and looks up at his mate, beaming. “What? Were you joking?”

“No, I just didn’t think you’d agree,” he giggles and stands on his tiptoes to kiss the earth ghoul. “I want a little calico girl.”

“Whatever you want is yours, my heart,” Mountain whispers and brings his mate closer. Swiss purrs at his warmth and he knows the earth ghoul means it; Mountain would bring the stars down from the sky and rip out his own veins to wrap them in if that would be Swiss’ wish.

The building of their house takes just short of a year. The final step is, of course, furnishing and decorating it, and the pair invite their family to help with that. The younger ghouls may not be aware, but in the Pit there is a certain tradition regarding couples that mate and leave the pack to live on their own. The pack or packs that the ghouls come out of build shelter for them to live in as a sign of the claim they still have on them. Not a possessive, objectifying one, but an affectionate one. It is simply extending the whole pack’s protection over the ghoul’s mate and their potential future kits.

That tradition is not cultivated by ghouls that get summoned Topside, and it would be especially senseless considering how unusual Swiss and Mountain’s pack and life is. So they come up with their own version.

Each ghoul of their family has a part of their cabin to decorate as they see fit.

It ends up being a patchwork style that would absolutely horrify any professional designer, but Mountain and Swiss could not be happier with how it all turned out.

Once their house is ready to move into, they walk into the fresh space and stand in the middle of it with proud smiles. They did it and it is not only their house now; it is their home.

“I think we should…initiate it,” Swiss says after a moment of just taking it in.

“As in…baptize?”

“Well, yeah, but I wouldn’t say that’s the right word for what I have in mind.”

“Oh…oh.”

The little kitten held against Swiss’ chest seems to agree as she meows loudly.

One of the things that have become a habit for Swiss and Mountain is their little kitchen dates—Mountain baking while Swiss cooks next to him.

They have them often, now that they have so much time to spare on their hands, and it never gets old or boring.

 They plan their whole day in advance, prepare their recipes and make a list of groceries they need to get. Most of the ingredients Swiss needs to make dinner can be found in their garden, and most of the ingredients Mountain needs to bake dessert can be found in the pantry they have worked years on supplying. For anything else they make a trip to a local grocery store, holding hands and mirroring the smiles older ladies send their way.

A spacious kitchen with a lot of working space was one of the priorities when they were planning their cabin; they needed space to be able to cook side by side comfortably. Besides, the two-in-one living room and kitchen turned out to be the place they spend most of their time, followed closely by their bedroom and the outside.

Both Swiss and Mountain are usually clean about their cooking and baking—that is until one of them starts a food fight. They each have their favored bowls and spoons and dishes and rags. They have a silent agreement about the division of the counter, too, but that one blurs more often than not.

The pair prepare everything; they wash the vegetables and eggs, measure the dry and wet ingredients separately, and pick out all the utensils they’ll need. The last step is putting on their matching aprons they got as a gift. They switch them sometimes, but usually Swiss wears the one saying big spoon, while Mountain’s says little spoon.

They always have music on put through the speakers scattered all over; the type depending on their mood. Sometimes it is quieter, sometimes they turn it into a full blown cooking party with the music loud and their dancing energetic.

Today, though, they are enjoying the peace of it; they are humming to the soft music Swiss put on, swaying their hips as they work. 

“How’s it going for you, my love?” Swiss asks, bumping his hip into Mountain. He looks over his arm into the bowl clutched between his hands and hums, unable to recognize what it is that his mate is working on.

“Alright,” Mountain says. “It’ll need a moment to rise before I bake it.”

“You won’t tell me what it is?” the multi ghoul whines jokingly, poking his mate’s arm with his horns.

“Nope,” he giggles, “you’ll see.”

“Fineee…” Swiss is not one to accept such mortifying defeat without a fight, though. He turns back to his own station and waits for Mountain to let down his guard before he strikes; shoving his fingers into one of the other bowls and pulling back with them covered in some kind of cream.

“Swiss!” Mountain throws his arms up; acting offended even though it’s a regular occurrence. “You menace!”

The multi ghoul only giggles as he skitters away to lick the cream off of his hand out of the other’s reach. It is sweet and kind of fluffy; that is probably what Mountain was beating the eggs for earlier. It’s delicious and Swiss tell his mate as much.

Mountain shakes his head and huffs as he goes right for Swiss’ own cooking and dips a finger in a warming up sauce in Swiss’ favorite green pan.

“Oh, you!” he laughs and walks up to him to wrap his arms around his waist from behind. The earth ghoul can not even pretend he is mad at him when Swiss kicks up a low purr and nuzzles his face against Mountain’s back. He can't help but set everything down and turn around to steal a kiss from his mate, too.

Thankfully nothing on the stove needs urgent attention; they can take their time loving on each other during their little break. They hear a little meow behind them and they pull away to look at someone who loves interrupting.

“Hi yourself,” Swiss laughs, turning to their cat Aira. He reaches out for her and she nuzzles her little fuzzy head into his palm. Mountain shakes his head but he can not deny their little lady is so adorable it is impossible to deny her affection. He comes closer, picks her up, and immediately brings her to his chest.

“Cat thief!” Swiss accuses. Mountain only shrugs; it can not be denied.

Aira is purring loudly all relaxed in the earth ghoul’s arms as he hops onto the clean end of the counter. Swiss mutters something about unfairness under his breath as he returns to his cooking, stirring something and poking a finger in to taste it.

He focuses on and gets lost in it all over again and Mountain watches him intently despite his attention seemingly being focused on the cat. He is not in a rush; his dough has to rest anyway. The earth ghoul is grinning at his mate by the time the alarm he set goes off and he has to put Aira down and get back to work.

In the evening they eat what they made, sitting on the opposite ends of a small table that’s just barely wide enough to fit their plates. They devour the meal so carefully and lovingly prepared by the multi ghoul; Mountain always praises the food and Swiss himself to the heavens. Not long after, Swiss does the same to Mountain and his dessert as he picks every single crumb from his plate and licks the cream off of his fingers.

Providing for each other is one of the love languages they share and love indulging and it fills them with more and more affection every single time; until they feel like they are about to burst with it. That is a part of the reason why every single one of their kitchen dates ends up the same—with them making love in a significantly different way than cooking for each other; kneading something else than pasta or cake dough.

When you have someone you love by your side, time goes by simultaneously slow and fast. It is slow when you look into your beloved’s eyes and get lost in them, when you enjoy every single second spent with them. But at the same time no amount of time feels enough. No matter how many years you have spent with the one you love, it will never be enough—in that way it all moves too fast.

It is different for ghouls; for any being that is considered immortal. Nothing can really come to an end for them and while living forever may feel like a terrible sentence, it does not have to be.

Swiss and Mountain are not afraid of eternity.

For them it is a gift. Not many have the chance of never running out of time. So many humans do and it is something neither Mountain nor Swiss can even imagine experiencing.

The curse of humanity is a horrible one.

They know how lucky they are and even though the ghouls being demons are called the damned ones, it could not be more wrong a description when it comes to Swiss and Mountain.

They are the blessed ones.

They have lived a big, full life already and there is still so much waiting for them.

The bonds of their pack loosen a little over time, mates distancing themselves to focus on each other—it is a natural way of things, even for a pack as unusual as theirs. Most of them stay in the Abbey—they of course spend more time together—but those who don't, hear from each other every few weeks and meet ever less often.

It is a little sad, if you think about it, considering all that they have been through together over the years.

But again, it’s different for ghouls.

They aren’t tied to one lifetime; they have multiple, and they divide them fairly.

Ghouls do not die. When—and if—they or somebody else decides their life Topside must come to an end, they simply turn into ash. Their spirits, something we could call a soul, retire back to the Pits, to the very place they were summoned from. Down there it is as if they never left, but their minds and hearts know otherwise. They are filled with memories and affections of what was and with them they continue their endless existence in Hell. It is not torment, it is not eternal damnation.

Not if they can find the one they linked their soul to.

When the time comes—whether it be tens, hundreds or thousands of years—Swiss and Mountain will find each other again. One single day they will spend apart; not more, not less.

And maybe they will find others, too.

Rain and Dewdrop, who will have left earlier to rid the water ghoul of the pain tied to his mortal vessel. The ghoulettes, all four of them, who will have enjoyed what the human world has to offer for as long as it is enjoyable. Aether and Aeon, not mated, but linked by something as strong; a brotherly bond like no other.

Maybe they will find older ghouls also. Alpha and Omega, Zephyr and Ifrit, Mist and Delta, maybe even Chain himself. Maybe the Emeritus brothers will be there, too, if the old rumors of them being favored in such a way by Lucifer turn out to be true.

For now, it is all a mystery; a riddle that is not to be solved for centuries or millennia. There is only one certainty in all of it.

Swiss and Mountain will always be together.

[deadricslover]

Relationship dynamics with SV5

here's my masterlist!

a/n: this is the first formula one post on my account! if you read my late night thoughts volume one, then you will know my love for f1

summary: just some relationship dynamics and scenarios with our fave <3

warnings: use of y/n...IM SORRY, language, mentions of sexual themes, long post?

pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras!Sebastian vettel

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obvious x oblivious

the Australian Formula One race. It has always been one of your favourites to drive. It is clear why you have such a liking for it because you have so many happy memories from there. The time difference from your home country is the one thing you detest; it is impossible to wake up and go to bed at the right times here.

"last year's winner, how are you feeling" your teammate and best friend Fernando asks, nudging your arm and stopping you from what you are doing

"sleep deprived but excited. what about you? did you sleep at all"

"Very little. I watched a few of the films you suggested to tire myself out, but it didn't work" he responds in that all too familiar Spanish accent

you respond, "they were just too exciting" and you giggle a little. You two continue talking while you get ready for the upcoming race in the sweltering heat. Fernando says he is going to do some laps around the paddock to get some fresh air and invites you to come and you agree, needing to get out of the claustrophobic garage. You two are chatting about strategies and the meal you had the previous night until you hear your name being called. Lewis grabbed your attention since he hadn't spoken to you all weekend and wanted to ask you a few questions and say hello. You tell Fernando to keep moving and you'll soon catch up with him.

he agrees and continues walking until he gets to the red bull garage and spots Sebastian.

"hey mate, how's it going?" seb asks the world champion

"all good, man. what about you?" he replies

"good good. Ferrari are looking strong this weekend."

"yeah we are. this track really suits y/n's style of driving so I have high hopes for us this weekend." Fernando compliments, as soon as he says your name he looks over to you and lewis talking and seb follows his line of view to find you. seb secretly-- well, he thought he was subtle but infact he was the complete opposite, seb had a thing for you and Fernando always tried to get him to ask you out but he never had the guts to.

"yeah, she's great" he says, love oozing from him as he stares at your smile when talking to lewis and the way your hair falls.

"seb, seriously. I cant bear this anymore. please ask her out. you've got a hard on right now" Fernando informs the red bull driver

"what?!" he replies, looking down and seeing nothing and realising Fernando had caught him out.

"fuck off" Sebastian replies.

you look over to see Fernando and Sebastian talking and you smile and wave over, completely oblivious to the looks seb is throwing at you. this wasn't the first time though, seb had tried flirting with you before but you always thought it was friendly banter. you never thought Sebastian could have feelings for you.

"y/n's gonna be too tired this weekend anyway so you got off easy." Fernando tells him honestly. He wasn't wrong though, he could straight up say 'i love you' and you would just thank him. the jet lag kills you.

"another day or I swear-" Fernando starts

"okay, I get it. you want me to ask her out. I'm working on it"

"she is also just so oblivious to the signals you're giving her, so it's not entirely you're fault"

"thank you" seb replies sarcastically as he just now is realising that you're unbeknownst to his attempts.

another day... hopefully.

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bf who speaks another language x gf who is learning for him

it's widely known in the formula one community that Sebastian is infact German and German is his first language. for you, however, you don't speak German and you feel like him speaking your native language all the time is a bit unfair. so, you decided to get some lessons and watch some videos to try and learn some German for Seb. he doesn't know about this though and you thought it would be a nice surprise for him. you feel confident enough in your skills now to have a conversation with him. You both were at his parents house for dinner and German was being spoken here and there to accommodate seb's parents.

"Aus diesem Grund werde ich deinen Vater nie wieder kochen lassen" (because of this, I am never ever letting your father cook again) seb's mom tells him and the three of them laugh and so do you, seb looks at you confused and asks

"you don't need to laugh if you don't know what we are saying, basically she said that-" he starts but you cut him off telling him what she said

"she's never letting your dad cook ever again because he destroyed her favourite dish" you inform him and he looks at you lovingly but also even more confused than before.

"how did you know what that meant?" he asks

"I've been learning some German for you. did I get it right?" you answer

"for me? you didn't need to do that, darling" he replies placing a hand on your thigh and drawing shapes on it to show a bit of love.

"it's unfair that you're always speaking English for me, so I need to return the favour"

and with that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night. for you, it's nothing much, just showing appreciation. but for him, it's everything, the fact you were willing to learn a whole new language just so he could feel a sense of home. he appreciates it more than you know.

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chef bf x gf pro taster

you have spent the whole day with one of your dearest friends who moved away a couple of years ago with her boyfriend, but now, she is back in town as they broke up and you offered her a place to stay until she gathered herself and found her own place, of course you had ran this past Sebastian and he was also okay with it as he knew how close you two were even when she wasn't physically with you. you two just got home from collecting her from the airport and getting lunch while seb was out also doing his own thing.

the aroma coming from the kitchen as soon as you stepped inside was unbeatable, Sebastian had spent the evening cooking a lovely meal for the three of you to eat when you got home. you show your friend to the room she is staying in and then make your way down to the kitchen to see seb. you enter the kitchen to see his back turned to you and he was stirring a pot.

"what are you making" you ask appearing next to him.

he informs you what he is making and the sides he is preparing also. he takes the spoon out if the pot full of the food and blows on it to cool it down before placing it in font of your mouth to taste.

"taste it for me? be careful, it's hot" you say before blowing on it again and taking a bite. it was delicious.

"seb, that's so good" you compliment

"I try" he replies smiling

"is this what it's gonna be like living with you guys for he next couple of weeks?" your friend comments entering the kitchen to find the two of you.

"she is my professional taste tester, I need her opinion" he replies to her and we all just laugh it off and eat dinner which was unreal. if Sebastian failed as a driver, he could have been a chef and would have been a renowned world famous one too. not that he wanted that but he sure could have been.

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overly affectionate x blushes easily

seb is the most affectionate man you have ever met, he always must be showing you love in some way, whether it's holding your hand, bringing you flowers, letting you decide what movie to watch, he just wants you to know how much he appreciates you. he also notices and takes into account, every little thing you do so he can incorporate that into his daily life.

for example, this f1 season had started out great, but a couple of races back, Ferrari had gotten some new upgrades to the car that didn't work and have been jeopardizing your performance. They assured you and Fernando that they would work out and to give them time and experiment different tactics that suits this particular upgrade. Needless to say, you were not looking forward to this race at all. you hear your name being called from the front of the garage, so you walk out to find seb in his racing suit, ready to go but with a t-shirt saying I heart you but with your initials and racing number. you could have kissed him right there but wanted to keep the pda away.

"seb that's so sweet, I love you so much"

"anything for my favorite driver"he replies which makes you blush

"that's a bit biased, don't you think?" you reply while he grabs your hand lightly in his

"I don't care" he smiles

despite you trying to avoid pda for the cameras, you don't care in the moment, so you kiss him. just like you said you wanted to. To be completely honest, with Sebastian you don't really mind showing a little bit of pda because you care for him so much. he just brings that out in you, he brings out the best in you.

the gesture replays in your mind and you start to blush just thinking about it, seb's lips against yours and his hands around your waist add that all add to that blood rush.

"awh, you're blushing." seb teases as he pulls away

"stop" you whine slightly embarrassed at how easy it is for him to get you to blush. again, seb just really brings that out in you.

seb hums in disapproval as if to say no way and places a kiss in your hair whilst keeping you close to seal it all in. you make a mental note to snap a photo of him in this t-shirt to brag to your friends about how much better seb is than their boyfriends....kidding obviously....

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Enhypen's Energy Check In (May)

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged. This is my interpretation of the cards and energy I work with.

I will start with them for my faves group energy check in for the weekend. I will do a general energy reading for the group as a whole. Then go to each member, looking into their own general energy, their career, love life and the group dynamics from their viewpoint and I like to add a healing message for them as well, so lots to cover here, but highly interested to see what is happening with them, since it has been a while, since I checked in.

Group General Energy (Gemini/House 4)

I just laugh getting this Gemini card. I see lots of communication happening with them. They love to chatter and discuss things. I see information getting spread, what that means who knows, but I heard that. I can see gossip around the group, or the members gossiping about each other. I see fakeness. The members not truly being themselves or pretending to act or behave a certain way around each other. I also get passive aggressiveness here. Omg, I am getting some of them being like 'good for you,' but they are so fake about it, that is funny.

Now, it seems like aa a group they are trying to lay down their roots. They do seem to feel like a family and there is a level of stability and comfortableness between the members. So, through the madness. They all have some sort of comfort level with another. I mean families can be messy and annoy each other, so that seems to be the case with them. There is this sense of them being rooting and grounded and at ease with another. And there is this sense of rapport and support they have for another. So, to me there is this energy of them trying to keep the energy up and the vibes good, but underneath there is a level of fakeness here.

Heeseung

General (8 of Cups) This energy doesn't surprise me for what he has giving me lately. He seems to kind of just want more from life, maybe wants out, or just emotionally disconnected from the group. I see him pondering things and just wanting more things that would be fulfilling to him. It is like he is trying to find that things that makes him happy or fulfills him and what he does now just isn't it. I feel with Heeseung lately he just seems to be emotionally checked out and kind of lacks that joy and fulfillment in his life at the moment.

Career (3 of Swords/2 of Pentacles/9 of Pentacles) What I get from this it seems he wants to do his own thing and claim his own independence and do more solo work. It is like he is considering options of what he wants to do. He may want to do things and make money from things that he is proud of but also make his own type of money. And to build his own career he can call his own. I see him being hurt and frustrated and I do think the company blocks him from doing the things he wants to do, so he can get upset by it, and maybe that is why he may feel so done and check out. I see there being options for him, but the company is like nah.

Love (Death/Ace of Cups/7 of Swords) Well, the first two cards gave me hope, but that last card. Now this could mean he is hiding a relationship and hiding the details of this relationship and trying to sneak around. I see love for him or a new love for someone. This relationship can be transformative for him. It can help end cycles or break cycles or just release things for him. This relationship may help him enter a new phase and bring changes to his life, but also maybe help him feel again, or feel some semblance of joy, which he struggles to find in his career, so this is good if true.

Group Dynamics (Rescuer/Queen of Swords) Sorry, girl forgot to write down the last two cards lol Just noticed when editing this, my bad.

So, this first paragraph will talk about what they believe they bring to the dynamic. He gave me the rescuer card, so he feels he is the one that support the others. The one that is always there for him. The dependable one. Who unselfishly supports them and loves them. If they need help with anything. They can count on him. He gives them strength, love and support and expect nothing in return of that. It is like he is their safety vest, he kind of keeps them from drowning, cool analogy I got there.

He isn't giving me much about the group dynamics. I see him just learning to see things clearly. There is this detached energy with him, or he is someone who tries to stay calm and clear headed when it comes to the group. I see him trying not to get overly involved with the others. He tries to stand back and he more so observes them. He is someone always willing to listen and give helpful, sound advice that isn't too hurtful. He is someone that always tries to find the light out of things, or see the good out of things, so the members may seek his advice because he is a good at this.

His presence is very calming around the group. He is someone who is more grounded and stable and sees things in a practical sense and he is very reasonable, but can find a golden opportunity for anything, so I can see why they seek him. But his vibe is someone who stays away from drama as much as he can from the energy, he gives me now. He tries to be helpful in any way he can, and he can help keep the group focused, serious and on task.

Healing message (Snake Spirit) The number on this card add up to ten, so it reminds me of the 10 of swords, but also an ending of a cycle and releasing his burdens is what need to be done for him. It is a time for him to shed his skin but also heal and replenish himself. He may very well need a break or some time to refresh himself. He may just feel burnt out and just lack any sort of spark or inspiration, so he may just need time for himself to shed things out of his life, and to detoxify himself.

Jay

General (King of Pentacles) Now should I be surprised this came flying out very quickly lol He is so predictable lol Which is very Earthy energy and Taurus energy. Right now he is in his element. He stands in his power. He is confident in his skill, his capabilities and what he has accomplished. He values what he does and how he earns the money he does. He is someone who doesn't back down without a fight. He is a stubborn man and he knows the value he has. This man is all about business and money and it seems that will be a mindset he may always have. He is money driven and knows very well how to work the business aspect of things. He seems very in control of what he does as an idol. And what he does is very strategic, practical and about business.

Career (4 of Wands/The Magician/8 of Swords) I am surprised the 8 of Swords popped up for him. Overall, he feels he has a lot to be proud of, and he has achieved a lot. He seems happy with where he is at and happy to work where he works. I see him celebrating and enjoying what he does. It seems he is confident in his skills as I mentioned, and he likes to utilize them and share that with the world. I see him wanting to try new things or just utilize different skills of his. I don't see him wanting to be one dimensional. I can also see him trying to use different ways to make money or get opportunities. I asked for clarifiers for this 8 of swords, got a bunch of more swords, including 7 of swords, hmm, he may not be sharing information or hiding something from others and the public. This energy is weird, Jay doesn't open up too much, so not going to try to see what this means. There is this sense of feeling trapped and limited for him.

Love (Page of Cups/The Tower/4 of Cups) I can see him dating a younger female/person. I see something unexpected happen. I am not getting pregnancy, as POC's could give me that, but not seeing that here. I mean this connection doesn't seem that stable and was a bit tumultuous, so this doesn't seem like a connection that could have lasted long. Both may have been too emotionally immature to handle this connection. I can see things being hot and cold, two people clashing or getting into arguments. And now I just see emotional disconnect and just him wanting distance from this emotional rollercoaster, dude this may be why you should go for older woman, but he likes to make the mistake of going younger, just saying. This connection seemed like a disaster. Also, they had delusions going into this relationship and weren't too realistic about things.

Group Dynamics (Healer/3 of Pentacles/King of Pentacles/The Star)

He feels he helps them heal physically, emotionally and spiritually. He tries to help them improve themselves and their lives and could give them advice on what to do to deal with life struggles. He could give them technique strategies, or advice of how to cope with things. He could give them remedies or just tell them ways of how to handle themselves. So, if they need to improve on something. Jay is that person to help them become a better version of themselves. He works out, so I can see him telling them, they need to do this or that to stay physically fit, or share with them better eating habits, or what they can eat or take to feel better.

The number of pentacles this man gives me. I don't really see him focusing too much on the group. He feels they work well together and make a great team. He mostly likely sees them as business associates or coworkers. I don't see him being all that emotionally invested in them, which is fine, sometimes going about your own business is the best option. He is about making his money and rising up the ladder and allowing his star to shine. He has big hopes and dreams to be successful, but he can also see it for the group. It is like in his mind he may help carry the group, or be that one who keeps the group focused on being financially stable and successful. With the Star, I am seeing this energy of providing healing and hopeful energy for the group, but he seems to have big dreams and he has this strong desire to make loads of money with the help of the group. In his mind he is looking to rise to the top and that is his main goal. So, I don't see him too worried about the inner dynamics of the group.

Healing message (Chameleon Spirit) I feel like he is already exuding this energy, with the key phrase, act as if. I think he is learning not to care so much about others, not to be selfish, but to not put all his energy into others, as it can overwhelm him, but also this may be telling him to be more adaptable and learn to change things up from time to time and to not be overly stubborn or ambitious. To learn to lighten up and have more fun from time to time. Maybe to not concern himself to much about his goal in hand and to try to put less pressure on himself and just let loose more often. Life for him doesn't always have to be so serious. Also, maybe do something without a goal in mind, but just to do it because it is a fun or helps calm him. It is like there needs to always be a mission for him, but every once a while, just do things to just do it.

Jake

General (9 of Cups) Of course he would give me something happy. To him it seems his wishes come true. What he wants is what he gets, or he just finds happiness in what he does and he doesn't ask for much more. It seems at the moment things are going his way, so whatever he is hoping to do it may happen for him. He is also just someone who finds peace and contentment with pretty much anything. He is the type to try to not stress too much or over think things. This is a good mindset to have with this stressful and toxic industry to be honest, so good for him.

Career (The High Priestess/Temperance/Strength) Well whatever is happening. He likes to keep it behind closed doors and doesn't reveal too much of what he does or what he is trying to do he would rather just keep that to himself. I see him trying to find balance but also finding ways to moderate what he does and compromise some things, or he is willing to make compromises. He is kind of showing me he isn't in the energy of trying to overdo things or burden himself too much. I see him making bold moves or trying some new things and facing any obstacles that come his way. He seems ready to start this new venture, which could do with the new album. It is like he is ready for the promotion to begin. Overall, he seems good so far.

Love (The Hierophant/Temperance/2 of Pentacles) I am not sure what to make of this. I did stress for him not to tell me about the baby momma, because he always shows me that, so he did listen, but not sure what to make of this spread. It seems like he may have some advisor or someone giving him guidance, maybe even observing him when it comes to relationships. I just heard, I am watching you. I think these two cards are just him practicing to learn to find balance in his relationships, or he is working on having a balance of his love life and work life and to not consume himself with either or, so that may be where he is at right now. I am not seeing anyone in the picture, doesn't mean there isn't, but more so he is just learning to practice moderation, maybe not to hoe around too much, let me stop, but it seems he is getting some guidance about this from others. Someone of high standing.

Group Dynamics (Knight/Knight of Wands/2 of Swords/5 of Wands)

Hmm, so what he brings to the group, love, honor, charm. He tries to be caring and loving to the members. He also has that energy of wanting to support them, but also, he seems to be a defender of them. He seems like a loyal person who is devoted to his members. It seems he would do whatever he can for them. I just see overall this charming and loving energy from him. It is like he would try to be to their rescue if he can. He seems like the type that would have their back no matter what, even if they are in the wrong, this is from outsider, it is like us against the world when it comes to him. He can be the type if they do shady stuff, not like he doesn't, but if they do, he will have their back and hide their stuff. He is like that.

I was expecting him to give me all positive cards, but nope. He sees the members as very passionate and has their own desires to fulfill their own passions and desires. He sees a lot of disagreements, fights, an unwillingness to budge on their opinions and lots of competition. All of them, or most of them trying to be on top and compete with one another. So, he is showing there is drama and competition, not surprised, more so that it came from his energy. I will be real, I don't see him hating this though. He may kind of like the drama and competition. I can also see him being pulled in different directions, and maybe unsure which side to choose, so maybe sometimes he just stays neutral, so there is that.

Healing message (Hawk Spirit) Basically this card is urging him to follow his soul path, his intuition and his gut, rather than trying to see or do things that seem more practical and rational. I kind of feel he does that already though. He doesn't give off the vibe he cares too much about materialistic things. But this card may be nudging him to follow his compass. He may not be doing that, so he should go by what feels right for him and if it doesn't, he should not go in that particular direction. This card urges him to align with his true heart's desire and if he feels something isn't right, then it isn't. There could be something in him, that is like maybe I shouldn't do this, but he still does it. This card tells him if he feels that way, stop and listen and change course.

Okay, I am getting a random message, but just sharing, the card number adds up to 5, which reminds me of the 5 of wands and swords, and I can see him looking at the members fighting and he just sits there and goes, I should stop this, but he kind of enjoys the fighting, so instead of following what he truly feels he should do, he ignores it and has fun with it, that was an interesting tidbit I got there.

Sunghoon

General (Judgment) Interesting card to get from him. It seems he may be facing some sort of criticism lately. Or he may try to right some wrongs or trying to review the mistakes he may have done in the past. To me with this card I kind of see someone reprimanding him and I kind of seeing them tell him to do better, so it seems to him he needs to make some changes and learn to make some better choices, so that is where his energy seems about now.

Career (The Hierophant/5 of Wands/The Moon) Once again, seeing something about the company involving themselves with him. He could be observed as well, similar to Jake. I see some guidance or him getting some sort of guidance, but this need for him to improve and gain more wisdom. There seems to be this competitive energy with him when it comes to his career. A need to be on top, or he feels he needs to fight for things and battle to get the things he wants. It seems like it can be difficult for him to get what he wants. It is like for him he always has to battle for an opportunity. It seems things can be secretive and hidden with him. He tends to hide his emotions and keeps to himself. He seems pretty down, sad and stressed about things regarding his career as well. And there seems to be a lot of uncertainty and confusion with him when it comes to his career.

Love (10 of Cups/The Star/8 of Swords) Ugh, this doesn't really make sense, but I kind of see something here, because he does not give off the vibe that he is happy go lucky, romantic and about that family life at all. But these cards can show that, but his energy does not give off that vibe. So, I can see this as this may be something he aims for, or hopes for, but he can never really reach that or have that. It can also go back to his lackluster childhood and not getting love then, so he yearns for that now, but he tends to avoid it, or distance from it, and hides away from having that. There is this struggle and inability for him to find that happiness or he may feel he can't have that, so he may find ways to sabotage things. It is like he sees this happy family life, but thinks he can never have that. That is kind of sad. Anyway, this dude is very intricate. I feel I learn more things about him every time I read for him, like new layers get revealed.

Group Dynamics (Father/Page of Pentacles/Page of Wands/10 of Wands)

For the group. He kind of has this more stoic, father like energy. He tends to maybe tame the members or keep them on task. I can't see him ordering them around, but I get that. He seems to be a stable force for the group, and tends to calm things down more so than other members. I also see him observing them and trying to keep things in order. Maybe that is where ordering them around comes from. He keeps things orderly and organized. And keeps them all together. He is most likely the member that isn't overly reactive or emotional and tends to stay pretty cool headed.

He isn't saying much here, just that they are all trying to grow their skill and advance. Some want to have fun and explore new things. Others take things more seriously and focus on their craft and skill. But he still kind sees them all as amateurs at this point, and there is this struggle to grow and mature. He seems them being overworked and tired and trying their best to stay afloat. But they are tough and can endure a lot and find ways to move past this exhausting and burdensome times. So, his energy shows of this stoicism, of just observing them, seeing their progress and showing how burdened they are. The energy seems matter of fact about their dynamics.

Healing message (Crow Spirit) This dude does not exude spiritual at all, although I did get spiritual energy from him in the past, overall, he does not give off that vibe, but the key phrase on the card, is co-create with spirit. I can see him laughing at that. I had to read the guide book message, because I had no clue how to connect this with him, but basically the message is he has this sense that there is no magic, no possibilities, there is no reason to have faith, or he may not believe in good luck, so this card urges him to see more of the beauty and abundance the world has to offer, rather than seeing things in a negative light. I can see that being difficult for him, but hey, don't shoot the messenger. It is like his life until now may have been crappy, so it is hard for him to see the light, which I get. If the world has been cruel to him growing up. Not sure how one can believe the universe has your back.

His part was very interesting and insightful. Probably my favorite section. Although, this man is flawed. His story is very interesting and there is a reason to why he is that way. Never excusing, but also here to understand. At the end of the day we are souls living a human experience and due to the cards, some are dealt we may lean towards the light or shadow. We can't know something, until we lived it, so it is important to gain insight, but reduce the level of judgment we have.

Sunoo

General (King of Cups) Well, this threw me off. This could be Sunoo's energy, but he doesn't really give me KOC's energy, but maybe he is being more mature. Trying his best to tame his emotions and remain calm though this stage in life. There is a sense of him wanting to feel unbothered and to not get triggered as much. He could also be talking to someone else who could be giving him some sound advice to remain more emotionally steady. Although, he is a man of many deep emotions. It seems he is trying to create a boundary of not being too vulnerable or overally emotional.

Career (Page of Pentacles/Queen of Swords/Page of Swords) I believe I see him trying to impress this woman. A director of some sort. She is smart and makes a lot of decisions when it comes to the group, so he seems to be trying to improve his skills, but he still feels stunted and not able to make any further advancements, but he sticks to what he wants to do. She seems for him she is hard to impress. She can be pretty cold and harsh with her criticism, but she is open to listen and hear them out if they need help. Sunoo seems a bit hesitant to voice his concerns and opinions and is a bit shy and timid, so he may get overlooked by her. I see her wanting to hear him out, but there is this fear of opening himself up too much, or he lacks confidence in what he knows, but I see her trying to encourage him to communicate more, so another reason he may not get too many opportunities is that he doesn't push for things or stand out that much, so there is that.

Love (The World/Queen of Wands/The Empress) I do not see this man being into woman, but if he is. There could be some person he is interested in. He may see her as a potential partner, but also seeing Queens doesn't mean woman, it can be feminine energy, men have that too, but as I see women, let's go with that. He can see a potential partnership or Mother material with this person. He may like her creative energy, since both those cards give off creative energy, so this may be someone he inspires to be around, or he would want to be with someone that exudes this type of energy. I feel he would be complete around this type of person. I see him being into these creative, warm type of people. I am not sure he is dating, but he is thinking that this is his type, and he may want to explore more.

Group Dynamics (Healer/The Sun/Strength/The Devil/The Lovers/5 of Swords)

I guess him and Jay battle for who the healer is in the group. Now, since Sunoo takes care of his health and skin and stuff like that and the members tend to take his stuff. I can see why he can see himself as the healer, but also, he just radiates this warm and loving energy and he can be healing to be around, so I am not sure he gives as much advice as Jay, but he could. He just has a way about him that others want to emulate, and he seems like he takes care of his health, I hear probiotics, he did mention he takes that right, so they may see the things he buys and goes, hmm, what is that, let me try that. Lol I just sense he is like a pharmacy for them, that is funny.

Okay, he gave me a lot of cards, but he is giving me tea, so taking them all. So, let me start with the spiciest one that is the Lovers, now in this deck, the Lovers to me means lovers lol So, he is showing me there is some romantic interest or sexual chemistry between members, yup saying, in this deck, that card is very intense. So, I see attraction with certain members, don't ask me who ya'll, make guesses, not saying. It could involve him, as this is his spread. And I sense there is some attraction between him and some members, yup said it, but I find it interesting he is the only one so far that gave me this card and vibe, just saying.

Also, there are fights, they can annoy the hell out of him and each other, some members are hard to argue with, so some keep their distance. There can be some toxicity with the Devil card, or he just sees a lot of members struggling and dealing with their own demons. Or he thinks some members are bad apples. I can see him feeling some have big egos, are stubborn, but they also have a lot of energy, a lot of happy times, they give each other energy and shine bright together. He sees they may be stronger together or they can endure a lot. With him he sees things are very surface level and members really don't get too deep with another and keep their secretes with them, so they may not know much about each other on a deeper level. Whew never had him spill so much, but okay, I am here for it.

Healing message (Canary Spirit) This one is a perfect message for him. The key phrase is sing your own song. So yeah, he needs to do more of that, but also this card is about letting yourself shine and learning to embrace and allow himself to be his authentic self. To no longer hide behind a mask and to not be afraid to be him. Also, allowing himself to be heard and to speak up more, and to not be afraid to share what he wants. He should learn to express himself more freely and honestly.

Oh wow, this was probably my favorite Sunoo reading. He seemed much more open to talk this time. I loved his part too. Okay, final two members. I truly hope Jungwon is less complicated this time around, come on bias.

Jungwon

General (King of Cups) Same card as Sunoo. I wonder if he is the one giving Sunoo advice, anyway. I barely ever get this card from him, so he seems to be more in the energy of allowing his emotions in or following his emotions, or he seems to be wanting to give love to others and sharing his feeling with others. I see him more so wanting to give advice to others. Like Sunoo, he knows how to create boundaries and to not allow his emotions to get the best of him.

Career (3 of Cups/4 of Cups/King of Pentacles) Well, he is still continuing to be confusing af energetically, so on one end he is happy, having a good time, enjoying the company of others, maybe he is learning to have fun with the members, to spread good cheer. This could also be him wanting to have fun with fans. But then I see detachment and emotional distance, which goes against the KOC's and 3 of Cups energy. He seems to have his highs and lows. One minute he is happy and emotional. The next sad and detached and disconnected. Now, to the KOP's, so he is very focused and driven on achieving what he wants. He seems very business and money focused. I can see why he and Jay are besties and tied to the hip now. They seem to relate a lot and have this energy of wanting to make loads of money and be financially successful and will do what it takes to get it. His energy used to be simple and straight forward, but not so much the case anymore for me. Which can happen, energy shifts. He is now a bit more layered and complex. Which I kind of like as a reader.

Love (The Lovers/8 of Swords/Ace of Cups) Hmm, interesting, what this gives me there seems to be an open door and opportunity for him to find love or there is someone in the picture, but with the 8 of Swords in the middle. He tends not to act on it. It is like he is surrounding by love and potential partners, but he avoids it and doesn't take action. There could be this fear of commitment, or being vulnerable, or he could have options, but doesn't know which direction to take, but there is this lack of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, or he might not see the good in opening himself to love and romance, so I don't see him ready to take that step yet, but it is there.

Group Dynamics (Advocate/Wheel of Fortune/2 of Swords)

I can see this, he seems to be the one that advocates for the group. That supports the group first and foremost. He may push the others to keep going or put themselves out there. He seems to be the one who sees the potential in the members and tells them to act on things. It is like if they want to do something. He will be the first to support them and motivate them to do what they want to. He is that supportive member that wants them to grow and flourish and he seems to want that for the group as well.

Not going to lie, this 7 of Swords has been following Jungwon around when I read for him and the group members behind the scenes. So, either he is being sneaky, manipulative, hiding information, or he could have this energy of wanting to sabotage others, or he seen that in other members, but this is popping up for him, so this may be more about him. This could do with money and career opportunities and him and others being sneaky about that. I just got, he extorts information to get the upper hand ugh really Jungwon, I have always got the vibe from him, but he hasn't shown this energy in a while, so I forgot lol. Man, that is so dirty lol. He is my bias, but I keep it real. He takes information from other members and uses that against them to fit his desire and needs. I did mention, you have to be careful with him and not slip up, he will catch it and share it for his own selfish needs. I love my bias, but he is a sneaky bastard. This can create confusion, being at odds, and fights with others. I can see him being at odds with a lot of members right now. There is a reason Jungwon is my bias, but this energy of his is not a good look, but if I talk sh** about the others, if his dirt comes out. I am going to say it. I don't care if you are my bias. But I am open-minded, so I don't hate on my faves for being problematic. Oh man, I tell you this is why I don't need a tea session with them. Any reading of theirs is tea!

Healing message (Skunk Spirit) I feel Jungwon may struggle to know his worth and value and may do some dirty things to get what he wants, because he seems to not have confidence in his own abilities. There seems to be a lack of self-worth, or he tends to struggle to see his value, so he may not think the skills he has can get him too far, so he does things to skew things in his favor. He may also have this energy of making others feel small to make himself feel better, which can happen to people with low self-esteem or confidence. So, he would need to work on his confidence, so he wouldn't feel the need to do what he does.

Riki

General (9 of Wands rv) Oh no, that is not good to see this energy. This gives me he is struggling to stay afloat. He may struggle with putting up boundaries. He can be pretty vulnerable right now. And it can be hard for him to stand up for himself. He may feel attacked or too much coming at him that it can be hard for him to handle. This just gives me someone who struggles to handle all that is coming at him, also a lack of being prepared for things that are happening.

Career (The Hierophant/The Fool/Page of Pentacles) Interesting spread. I see the company having a lot of say, which makes sense. I can also see them advising him on mistakes he may have made as well, or his careless behavior as well. They may want him to be more cautious about things or focus on things a bit more diligently. To learn to stay focused on a task at hand. It is like they want him to be more mature and wiser. I mean, there is this immature, naive energy he still has. This carefree spirit, which make sense he is a Sag and very young, what do they expect. I just see them wanting him to be more cautious for some reason.

Love (9 of Pentacles/Queen of Pentacles/The Lovers) There seems to be the sense of independence and freedom he feels right now when it comes to love. Like he may enjoy his singlehood at the moment, but I also see him having an eye for someone, a person who is business savy, independent and makes their own money and way in the world. I see him desiring someone like that energy. They would need to have a free and liberating energy, but also have this abundant mindset and can be very skilled and make anything happen for them. I can see him being very attached to this person, but I see this may be someone he is showing being highly attracted to, so not sure he is with this person, but more so this is what he wants in a partner, and he may be trying to manifest or attract this person to his life. But I do see this man looking for his other half and it seems to be someone older and successful.

Group Dynamics (Priest/9 of Wands/8 of Swords/King of Swords)

I would not expect him to give me this card, really. He may feel he is a bit above them all morally, like he has better morals than the rest of the members. He may be someone who tries to preach to them what is right or wrong, but not sure how well that works out. So, I can see him trying to inspire them and lift their spirits up if they feel down and lost. Riki does not give me the vibe he gives motivational speeches, so this may be more, so he feels his morals are stronger and he may feel he is the only one that hasn't been tainted. There is this moral high ground he feels he may have.

His energy is like, I don't f with ya'll and I don't trust ya'll. He got some boundaries around himself when it comes to them. Yeah, he doesn't let them get too close to him, it could be specific members, but maybe at the moment it is all of them. He may feel trapped, like he can't express himself around them or can't freely say what is on his mind. I am seeing he is starting to see things clearly and how the others operate. He may have been deluded about them in the past. But he seems pretty detached and more logical and maybe just shares basic information, but never really goes too deep with them. There is this energy of him having a lot more information about the group. I get, I see you for what you are, is what I hear. So, his emotions are shut down and he is more logical with how he approaches the group.

Healing message (Canary Spirit) It seems this is giving him the message to release something on his own and maybe he will soon. This also shows he needs to shine a light on himself and share his authentic voice to the public and others and speak up for himself. He may struggle to open up for a fear of judgment or being ostracized. This card urges him to do the things he desires, even if it isn't popular, so he isn't someone who is that into the popular trends but his way of style is more niche, so he may struggle to speak up on it, or release things or share his thoughts on wanting to release these things, due to fact that he may believe no one will like or entertain it, but this card urges him to be himself and express the art the way he likes to. This could be hard to practice in this industry, which is very commercialized, but it can't hurt to try.

Okay, that was crazy fun to get some more insight and tea from them. I like to do these more often, but I think every two to three months will be my goal. This one takes a bit longer than I like, but I enjoy the information I get from these. And it is nice catching up with them energetically.