#but i had to make priority the bugs that were not made

[linterteatime]

Bonus last bugs! Remakes of unfortunate ones that were made at the very beginning and some i don't like how they originally came out

All HK Gijinkas here!

[arent-i-the-fairest]

Hi! I'm not sure if your request is open but I will still try to do a request and I'm really sorry if I requested something that doesn't go with your rules! So my request is how would the nrc boys react to there s/o going back home? Like Crowley finally found a way to open the portal that will bring them back home, how would they react to it?

(Sorry if my english is bad it's not my first language)

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ����𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

author’s note : thank you for the request! off home we go…

i really do wonder what it’ll be like in game when mc finally gets to go back home.

in just the blink of an eye, you were gone, and the portal closed—never to be opened again.

heartslabyul

you leaving was a massive hit to riddle’s heart. he tries to remain the same stern, strong housewarden he’s always been, but there’s no hiding the pain. all much to his distress, he’s noticeably more deflated, there’s less energy in his tone when he speaks, and he zones out when he shouldn’t. he can’t help but wish he spent more time with you and was more affectionate. he should’ve made more time, especially since you were of such high priority to him.

trey struggles to hide his constant sadness. he still has to be a reliable vice housewarden, but it’s hard when everything is weighing so heavily on his mind. he’s always helping others relax, but he can’t seem to get himself in a lighter mood now. how ironic. when he thinks of your relationship, he has some regrets about always being kind of reserved about his feelings. he was a good boyfriend, for sure, but his heart aches thinking about how he never did show the full extent of how much he loves you while he had the chance.

cater finally made a deep, meaningful connection with someone, and it’s over. just like that. and for the first time, a good relationship didn’t end because of him being forced to move. he’d laugh if he wasn’t so heartbroken. he just can’t win. he’ll spend hours every day, nearly every bit of free time he has, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures and posts he made with you. they comfort him, but they’ll never be enough.

ace knew this day would come for a long time. he’s been dreading it, but he’s always just pushed thinking of it away, deep in the back of his mind. can’t avoid it now, though. when you said your goodbyes and left, he confidently told himself he’d take your departure like a champ… that didn’t last long at all. very quickly, he was in shambles. ace stops caring about nearly everything outside of the situation for a while, only doing the bare minimum of what he needs to. he can only think of you. he really, really misses you. he wants you back here. he wants to go on adventures with you again. they were chaotic, but he’d do it all again.

deuce struggles very heavily with his feelings after you’ve left. he tries desperately to pick himself back up, because you wouldn’t want him moping around all the time. that’s right… he has to do good for you. he’ll get back on his feet at some point. and he’ll become the honor student he always said he’d be. he swears on it. and he’ll pursue all the stuff after graduation he wants to do! even though you’re not beside him anymore, he knows you’ll be cheering him on from your world. he’s cheering you on, too.

savanaclaw

leona remembers the way you’d always talk to him about something or do something in the background whenever he tried to nap. he’d always tell you to pipe down so he could enjoy the silence. that silence isn’t so relaxing now that you’re gone. everything in general feels shittier. there’s a lot less of him sleeping and more of him lying down while reflecting. in the times he can fall asleep, he tends to dream of you. his herbivore still gets to bug him in his dreams. he never complains in them. the only way he can be with you now is in that head of his.

naturally, ruggie is crushed. every day alone feels like another stab in the chest, yet he’s gotta keep going on. he has to work hard, get money, and make sure he can eat as always. memories of you always creep into his mind when he’s trying to be at peace. and especially when he’s working. you used to help him around a lot, so of course not having your presence around anymore is very hard to ignore. you better not be slacking off over in your world! but more than that, you better be happy. make all this hurt in his heart at least somewhat worth it.

underneath jack’s uncaring demeanor is a whole lot of longing. he knows the portal can’t be opened again, but he thinks about if it could be a lot. it sure would be nice if it could. wolf beastmen typically only date and have one special someone for their whole lives, and he’s happy you were his. if somehow, some way, you manage to come back, he’s loyally waiting here for you.

octavinelle

azul is completely devastated. he needs to get it together as soon as possible, he knows. but it’s just too difficult. that emotional side of him can’t take this. he finds it difficult to even look at the items you left behind for him, because all he feels when he sees them is misery. the only thing that comes to mind is how he wants you back with him. bringing you into a contract or preventing you from leaving through other means would’ve gone against your trust for him, but he selfishly finds himself wishing he had. he had so many plans for the future with you.

jade, when asked how he’s doing now that you’re gone, always says he’s ‘a bit upset, but managing’… that doesn’t even begin to explain his feelings. he regrets not destroying that portal when he had the chance. he does a remarkable job at continuing to fulfill his duties despite the pain, but he’s constantly burning with longing and frustration on the inside.

floyd will never forgive you for leaving. you didn’t like him enough to stay, huh?! sure, it’s a huge ask to leave your whole world behind, but he kind of convinced himself that you still would’ve done it for him and your other friends. he should’ve grabbed you by the heels and pulled you out of the portal before it was too late. day-to-day life becomes dull. bleak. the things you two used to do together are no longer fun. he comes to realize that the activities themselves weren’t fun. it was you that made every day enjoyable, and he’ll never get to experience that kind of life again.

scarabia

kalim has been feeling kinda guilty. he should be nothing but happy you got to return home, he believes. and he is glad! … but he’s so miserable, too. he wants to remain positive through everything, but all his attempts just keep falling flat. this party is so much fun…! but he’d feel livelier if you were attending. he’s learning so much in this class! … but he wishes he was able to study with you later. his mind just always circles back to you. he surrounds himself with people all the time and has the most fun he can to try coping, but it still all feels wrong. he misses you so much.

jamil got a taste of a happy life, and it’s over. he feels defeated. the day you’d return to your world was something that plagued his mind often. he knew it was coming for a while, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. there’s nothing to be done now—he can’t bring you back here—so he just sort of buries his feelings as he desperately tries to move on. ‘if i just focus on working and my duties, sooner or later, i’ll feel at least somewhat normal again,’ he tells himself. ‘there’s no time to be sad anyways.’ he’ll never move on, though. he couldn’t when you meant so much to him.

pomefiore

you’re gone. vil hates to mope, but he can’t escape it. his head and heart both ache constantly as he gets through days as best as he can manage. routinely, he lets all the sadness out at the end of the day, when he’s alone. all this crying is unbefitting of him, but it’d be worse for him if he kept it all bottled up. and he did always lecture you about the importance of both a healthy mind and body, so he can’t be a hypocrite now. he wonders how you’re doing all on your own…

rook mourns like you’ve died rather than gone home. the circumstances feel somewhat similar to him, though. wouldn’t you agree? think of it: he can’t speak with you, spend all day by your side, or so much as see your beautiful face again. all he has left is the many photos he took of you, as well as the journals about you he had spent time working on and collecting. and he’ll continue to write and think about you. truly, you’re the most beautiful person in every sense to him. you’ll be his muse forever.

epel is so bitter. he didn’t give you an easy time when he heard of your decision to leave, as well as the time leading up to your actual departure. he kept to himself more, sulking. when the time came for you two to say your goodbyes, all his tears of frustration and sadness came out. he really was wishing you’d stay forever. he understands that you can’t abandon your world, but he’s still so frustrated that there’s not a solution where both of you can be happy.

ignihyde

idia doesn’t know how he could even begin to get through this. he wants to just shut down, but he can’t even do that. every second of every day, he’s thinking of you. there’s hardly any coping with video games or media he likes, because he can’t take his mind off everything. he wanted to be considerate of your feelings, so he let you leave, despite the thought of being without you ever again making him nauseous. if he could go back in time and beg for you to stay instead, he would.

diasomnia

malleus is in a constant state of pain and longing. forgive him for his selfishness, but if things went how he truly wished, that portal would’ve never been opened. he spends a lot of time in ramshackle, reminiscing. he’s tempted to take the items left behind by you—incomplete letters addressed to him, pillows, even objects as mundane as your pencils—but he doesn’t. he leaves them just as they are, lying in your dorm. it makes it look as though you still live here. as if you’d come in at any time, and the two of you could spend another evening together.

lilia tries to think and act maturely about your departure. he had been emotionally preparing himself for it ages beforehand… but unfortunately, it still hadn’t cushioned the blow very much at all. he’s glad you get to reunite with your world, and he doesn’t want to sulk, but it hurts. with hundreds of years of being alive, lilia has made lots of memories, both joyful and sad. you certainly go down as both. how painful it is to think of how you’re gone now... but. he’s glad he met you.

sebek, for a while, holds almost a kind of resentment towards you. you’ve left him. logically, he knows he shouldn’t have expected you to leave your world behind for your life here in twisted wonderland, but he’s still just so bitter. it takes a lot of effort from the people around him to talk him out of that bitterness. but eventually, he starts to crack. he gave you quite a hard time about your decision to leave, and the guilt is getting to him. he thinks about your relationship often. he loves you a lot, and he’s sorry he was never quite good at expressing it properly while he had the chance.

silver is as heartbroken as you’d imagine. the good in his heart always tells him to be happy that you’ve returned to your world. your home, that you’ve been waiting for so long to go back to. it helps. as much of a nuisance his constant dozing off is to him, he’s now able to find a sort of comfort in it. that’s because he dreams of you a lot. and even if it’s not the real, physical you that he’s talking to, touching, and spending time with in those dreams, he can only take what he can get now. it hurts a little more each time he wakes up.

[marlynnofmany]

Natural Abilities

“I’m just saying,” said Zhee with a click of his pincher arms that said he was not just saying, “that if there’s a way to make your natural abilities more impressive, then it only makes sense to do it.”

“And I’m just saying,” Mur retorted as he tentacle-walked in front of us, “that it wouldn’t be your natural abilities anymore.”

“But it would be impressive. Surely that matters more.”

Mur made a popping noise that was his version of a derisive snort. “Only if you want to be a cheater about it.”

I focused on pushing the hoversled full of packages. “I don’t think you guys are going to agree on this one.”

“There’s nothing cheating about being better,” Zhee insisted. “Do you think spaceships are cheating because you can’t leap to the nearest planet under your own power?”

“Of course not,” Mur said as he scrambled over a mossy rock, probably avoiding going around it just to prove a point. “But you don’t see me using one of those scooters to get around just because it would be faster.”

I put in, “Wio does.”

“Wio’s a pilot,” Mur shot back. “Of course she likes going fast. She even got into races in the corridors in the last station we stopped at. But I’d leave her behind on a tech-free hike because she’s doesn’t exercise. That’s what I’m saying.”

Zhee stepped around another rock, bug legs flashing. “What about tools? I don’t see you going without can openers just because you could pry something open if you tried hard enough. And if we made a delivery somewhere dangerous, I’m sure you wouldn’t turn down a stun gun in favor of throttling any attackers personally.”

“Those are totally different,” Mur said. “Besides, Captain Sunlight would never send us into that kind of situation.”

“But if you were in danger,” Zhee pressed, “You’d take an edge over your opponent if it kept you alive.”

Mur splayed his tentacles. “Well, obviously. Life and death take priority. But you don’t see any Strongarms doing performative duels with enhanced grabbing technology.”

Zhee hissed in his own form of derision. “Probably because it’s difficult to make ‘enhanced grabbing technology.’ Not like fitting a metal blade onto a blade arm.” He did some dramatic pinching of the air, praying mantis style. Those blade arms were naturally serrated, but I could just imagine how deadly they would be with machetes attached.

I asked, “Is that a Mesmer fighting style? Humans have to hold our blades.”

“It is,” Zhee said with pride. “There are many sub-disciplines, as you might imagine. Even before long-distance weaponry was adopted, our fighting forces have been terrifying to behold.”

“I bet,” I said. The idea of being charged by a swarm of predatory bug aliens with double sword arms was nightmarish.

Mur sniffed. “Still an unnatural advantage.”

“That’s hardly a bad thing if it lets you eviscerate your enemies,” Zhee said. “I’m sure that most species would side with me here. Even humans, with no natural weapons to speak of, caught onto blades.”

“Hey, we totally have natural weapons,” I told him with a grin. Freeing one hand from the hoversled, I aimed a mock punch at his giant bug eyes. “A solid punch from a trained martial artist would crack your exoskeleton.” (Probably. I had no idea.)

Zhee was unimpressed. “How quaint.”

Mur said, “At least it’s an honest strike with no enhancements.”

I had to pause at that. “Well. There is a thing called ‘brass knuckles’ that people sometimes use. But that’s not exactly fair, even for us.”

Neither of them had knuckles. They stared at me blankly, and I hurried to clarify.

“It’s a metal thing we hold here,” I said, slapping a fist. “It fits around our fingers and makes the punch hit stronger.”

Zhee nodded in approval. “Very resourceful. Still quaint.”

“Quaint cheating,” Mur said with a smile.

“Oh, for—” I pushed the hoversled harder. “What about throwing? Neither of your species do much of that, and we all know humans are great at it. We still found ways to enhance that too.”

Zhee flicked his antennae in amusement. “Do you mean bullets? You’re hardly the only ones to invent explosives.”

“No, I mean slingshots and bolas,” I told him. “Those will send rocks flying much farther than a bare hand would. And javelin launchers! For when you want to hit something with a sharp stick from exceptionally far away.”

“Hm.” Zhee still sounded unimpressed. “Blade arms are better.”

“Up close and unaltered,” Mur added.

“I’ll have to find footage of a human martial arts tournament for you guys to watch sometime,” I said. “But hey, you just agreed on something.”

Before they could find a way to start arguing again, we reached our destination: the edge of a river that was significantly farther from the aquatic house than I’d expected. It was one of those beaver-lodge deals made of wood and decorative flowers. It was big and artistic. It had neither a walkway nor a doorbell.

That could be a problem.

Zhee hissed. “There was supposed to be an intercom on the shore.” He looked around, but even his range of vision didn’t spot anything.

I dug a toe into the loose river rocks that lined the edge. “I wonder if it was on a pole that fell over and washed away. If they don’t get many visitors, they might not have noticed.”

Mur slid over the rocks and stuck his face in the water. This looked more than a little silly, with his pointy squid head laid out against the surface, but I didn’t say anything. He stood up and wiped tentacles across his face. “Yeah, it’s down there,” he said. “Pole rotted away.”

Zhee hissed and clicked his pinchers in exasperation. “Delightful! How do they expect us to get their attention? Let’s call back to the ship and have them contact the merchant frequency.”

“I don’t think they used that,” Mur said, but he made his way over to the communicator stashed in a sled compartment.

While he called and talked to Wio, Zhee glared at the distant house. “Do you think you could throw a rock that far?” he asked me. “Knock on their door from a distance?”

“Probably not,” I admitted, then looked down at the rocks. “At least not directly.”

Mur ended the call. “They used a different message system,” he told us, sounding none too pleased about it. “The captain’s going to send an urgent notification, but it’s anyone’s guess how quickly they’ll respond to that.”

“Delightful,” Zhee repeated. “And our champion rock thrower can’t even hit the wall from here.”

“I didn’t say that,” I said, stepping away from the hoversled and scanning the ground. “Help me find a flat round one.”

“Why?” Mur asked.

“Like that one?” asked Zhee, pointing with a folded pincher.

I picked it up. It was lumpy on the bottom, but I spotted another that was better. “Like this one! And I’ll show you why. You’ll like this; it’s a totally natural throwing enhancement. Let’s see if I can do it on the first try.” I took a throwing stance, aimed, and skipped that rock for all I was worth.

It skidded merrily across the surface to whack against a board as if I practiced every day, and hadn’t gotten very lucky. Ten-year-old me would have been proud. The whack echoed loudly enough for anyone to hear.

Mur and Zhee were still exclaiming about it when something blue-furred breached the surface near the house. “What??” yelled our client.

We chorused, “Delivery!” while gesturing toward the pile of boxes.

I added, “And your doorbell pole is broken,” pointing in the rough direction of where Mur had seen it underwater.

“Oh!” said the client, still yelling. “Right! Fine. I’ll get the bag.” Their head disappeared with a ripple of river water, off to get something that was hopefully waterproof.

I smiled at my coworkers. “I’m glad that worked.”

“No kidding!” Mur said. “I was starting to worry someone would have to swim over there, and the briefing didn’t say if there are any biting creatures in this river.”

Zhee stood tall. “I’m sure our champion thrower could hit them with a rock if there were.”

I grinned and agreed that I probably could, though I was glad we didn’t have to find out.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[theemporium]

For the smut blurb, possibly a tickle fight turns....more? (Feel free to ignore, I am feeling like a beached whale so sexy thoughts are not my friend)

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Give it back!” 

“No!”

“Jack—”

“I’m your boyfriend, you need to give me attention!”

You opened your mouth, something between a snort and a laugh ready to leave your lips as you reached for your book, only for a shriek to escape your lips when you felt his fingers digging into your side. You looked up, seeing something mischievous gleaming in his eyes before his fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt and began tickling your endlessly.

“Stop!”

“Not until you say I’m better than your book!”

“That’s unfair!”

“I’m your boyfriend!”

“It’s a really good book!”

But Jack was relentless as he pinned you down with his thighs, a massive grin on his face as he continued to tickle you. Your book was long forgotten, abandoned somewhere on the floor (with your page marked, because he was a gentleman like that) and the reason he had been bugging you in the first place was no longer a priority. 

You squirmed beneath him, trying to break free from his hold and trying to push his hands away but it only made Jack laugh harder. You let out a whine mixed between your shrieks, glaring up at your boyfriend. 

He paused, looking down at you with a smile. “Ready to surrender?”

“Are you?” You retorted, just because you could. Just because it made you feel a little better about the fact he had you pinned and exactly where he wanted you.

His eyes shone in amusement. “I don’t think you’re in the place to start making demands, baby.”

And you were about to reply, about to throw something snarky right back at him when you wiggled your hips a little and felt it. Or, for lack of better explanation, felt him.

Jack let out a little choked noise, almost inaudible if it weren’t for the fact he was pressed on top of you and you could feel his hard dick pressed against your hips.

Your eyes snapped back up to his face, admiring the way his cheeks flushed in response. “Someone’s a little excited.”

“It’s not my fault,” he argued back, his blush deepening as he tried to shift away but you pushed your hips upwards again, pressing right against him. “Shit.”

Before Jack could even process what was happening, you quickly shoved him over until he was on his back and you were on top. You knew he let you, that he went willingly but there was still something quite victorious in the feeling as your thighs straddled him.

“This is what you wanted, hm? My attention on you,” you teased and a shameless moan left Jack’s lips when you began to rock your hips. “Just needed some help with your little problem.”

“Not little,” he gritted out between clenched teeth, but he was practically a puddle underneath you as you continued to grind your hips against the obvious bulge in his sweatpants. “Can give you a reminder if you need it.”

“No, I like you like this,” you confessed as your head dipped down, your lips pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the column of his neck as he squirmed beneath you. “So fucking desperate with the noises you make. Fucking love it.”

“Yeah?” It was breathy and a little high-pitched.

“Yeah, baby,” you murmured, kissing a spot just below his ear that had his hips bucking up. “Think about them all the time when you’re gone.”

His eyes clenched shut. “Shit.”

“When I miss you.”

“Shit, shit shit.”

“When I touch myself—”

His arms wound around your waist, keeping you locked against him as he helplessly rutted his hips against yours until he finally came. He let out a small whimper, a noise from the back of his throat as you shifted a little on top of him until you could reach your hand over to cup his cheek. 

“I can’t believe you made me come in my pants like a fucking teenager,” he breathed out, though he didn’t sound too upset on the matter as he slowly blinked his eyes open to look at you.

“I was just giving you my attention,” you grinned down at the boy, happily accepting the kiss he pressed against your lips before he rolled you over.

Jack grinned back. “Got anymore to give?” 

You raised your brows in surprise. “Already ready to go again, Hughes?”

“Thought I might repay the favour first,” Jack retorted, his fingers already curling the waistband of your leggings to pull them down your legs.

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[greenwitchfromthewoods]

you in my eyes [8] l Javier Peña

Summary:  you weren't friends and you certainly weren't planning anything more together

Warnings:  angst, some fluff, smut (+18), some kissing, enemies (?) to lovers, misogyny and sexism at work, some bad language, Murphy shows up,

A/N: I'm giving you this chapter today and I just want to say that the next one will be the last. If you've made it this far, thank you. I like this story, but I've been feeling overwhelmed lately because I rarely add new chapters. Let's end this nicely, right?

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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When you left the hospital after a week with instructions not to return to work for a few more days, you knew that Javier would do everything to make sure you followed that order. He was in the hospital so often that soon all the nurses knew his name. Although maybe it was also because of the box of chocolates he brought them, begging them to let him stay with you all night.

He barely fit on your bed, but it was wonderful to be able to fall asleep in his arms again and be woken up by his quiet snores.

"I can't believe Messina gave you the afternoon off to pick me up from the hospital." You said in disbelief, finally sitting down in your own living room.

"There are other priorities." He said, placing your bag on the table. "Are you hungry? I could get you something quickly."

"Mmm, not really." you replied, slipping off your shoes and putting your feet on the coffee table. "It's fine. I'll take a shower and wash off all this hospital smell."

It was good to see you back in full strength, although Javier still had the moment when the ambulance took you away before his eyes. At that moment, he felt like he had lost solid ground under his feet, and the hours spent in the hospital hadn't helped him at all. Javier knew, however, that you needed him, more than usual. And most importantly, he wanted to feel needed.

Dark eyes fed on the sight of you. A body yearning for your warmth and closeness. He felt as if he was hungry for you. What could that mean?

Finally, you stood up and that caught his attention, bringing his thoughts back to earth. "I'm going to take a shower. Maybe you'd like to join me?"

You hadn't even managed to take a step towards the bedroom when Javier's long fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt.

It was you. Real, alive, although with a still fresh scar on your perfect body. When the warm stream of water washed your hair and body, Javier stood right next to you. First, he washed your hair thoroughly, and you couldn't help but admire how good he was at it. "I have many hidden talents, hermosa." But when he decided to wash your body, you both almost landed on the slippery tiles because you started laughing so loudly.

Your laughter filled his ears, he drowned in it.

"You're crazy, Peña! Stop it!" you chuckled, but you couldn't free yourself from his strong arms.

"One kiss, hermosa. One kiss and I'll let you go."

"This is blackmail!"

"And you're in no position to negotiate."

So you kissed him. And again, and again, and again. You were alive.

A few days later, you showed up at the office. Although Javier would have done anything to keep you home, he couldn't. Messina asked to talk to you, and you were so bored that you happily got into the car with him in the morning.

"What are they talking about?" Steve asked, sipping his coffee and glancing toward Messina's closed office door.

“I have no idea,” Javier replied, looking up from his typewriter. He was having a hard time filling out this report because he was constantly listening for a sound that might be coming from behind the door.

"But she's fine, right? She could go back to work." Steve frowned and folded his arms over his chest. "You're with her all the time, tell me."

Peña rolled his eyes. “Yeah, she’s fine. And she’s been bugging me for days with her constant questions about work.”

"You'd rather she bugged you in a different way, wouldn't you?" Murphy grinned "Celibacy doesn't suit you?"

"Fuck off." Javier snorted.

When the door opened, both men raised their heads at the same time. You didn't look happy. You didn't even look in their direction, but only quickly headed down the corridor towards the main exit.

"What the hell?" Murphy muttered, straightening up.

But Javier didn't answer, he was already quickly following you. The elevator doors closed before he could catch you, so he quickly ran down the stairs and saw you exit the elevator just in time. Your puffy eyes didn't bode well.

"What happened? What did she say?" he asked quickly, but you just shook your head.

"Not here, Javier."

So he just put his arm around you and led you towards the exit. You stopped in a side street, away from other people's eyes.

"What did Messina say?"

You took a deep breath, and then the words flowed from your lips. "I have to go back to the States. The headquarters are afraid that I might still be in danger and they don't want to risk their agent, a woman, getting hurt again. Bullshit! If I was a guy..."

"But we caught the one who shot." Javier muttered, unable to hide his surprise and growing anger. "You're safe. I'll keep you safe."

"I know!" you groaned, tears glistening in your eyes. "I know that, Javier. They're trying to explain it with the trial that Louis is facing, I have to testify there. I gave them a detailed report, but they want me there in person." you snorted. "They won't let me back here. It's always like that."

Javier rubbed his chin and asked something that both of you were thinking about. "Do you think O'Connell could have something to do with this?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I have no proof. And there's nothing I can do except pack my fucking suitcase." 

You bowed your head so he wouldn't see the tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt pathetic. All your hard work, all your sacrifice, it was all coming to an end. Returning to the States felt like a demotion, even though no one said it, that's how you felt. And then there was Javier. Even though you hadn't made any promises to each other, you had grown attached to him. How were you supposed to end it all now?

Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest. You snuggled into his body, wetting his shirt with your tears. "We'll figure something out, hermosa..." he whispered, kissing your head. 

You didn't put your hope in his words, but you were grateful for them. It had to be enough.

You returned to your apartment alone, you didn't want Javier to accompany you. Gossip wasn't necessary and you didn't want Messina or anyone else to think you were complaining to Javier about your fate. It was only behind closed doors that you let your emotions escape and burst into tears.

"Fucking Colombia. Fucking DEA. Fucking O'Connell and everyone else..." You mumbled under your breath, swallowing your tears, because you no longer had the strength to wipe them with your hands.

But there was something else in all of this, something that was perhaps hard for you to admit, but was beginning to become clearer in your mind. Javier Peña. Returning to the States meant you would be flying there alone, without him. Javier belonged in Colombia, he was dedicated to his work, and to him you were simply…

Fuck, you didn't even know who you were. You didn't even have the right to expect him to call you something. It lasted a few months, it was fun and nice, the sex was amazing, you got along really well. Javier didn't treat you like other men, although at first you both had been stubborn, testing how much you could take. You passed that test. You were partners, on equal footing. Javier valued your opinion, but he was also caring and protective of you. But who the hell were you?

You couldn't know that at the same time there was a hurricane in his head. It was hard for him to focus on work when his thoughts were wandering around you. He would give anything to get in the car and drive to you.

"Focus," Murphy whispered in his ear as Messina entered the room to lead the meeting.

"She's leaving for the States," Javier mumbled, folding his arms even tighter across his chest.

"Who?" Steve was surprised, frowning, but when your name left Javier's lips he silently cursed "Really? Why?"

Peña repeated what you said to him in a whisper and breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his friend reacted similarly to him.

"And what are you going to do?"

Javier looked at him surprised. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Steve shook his head, he had to know something that Peña hadn't realized until now. They knew each other really well, Murphy saw how Javier and you treated each other, and he knew that you were good and right for him.

"You have feelings for her, don't you?" he said leaning into his ear "You should do something. Talk to Messina."

"She'll kill me." Javier snorted.

"Messina or..."

"Both." Javier replied "And I think I'm less afraid of Messina."

He struggled to focus on the meeting, but once they were dismissed he and Steve quickly returned to their desks. He knew Murphy was watching him, you and Steve had gotten along better from the start and he didn’t blame him for feeling involved in all of this. After an hour, Javier pushed himself back in his chair abruptly, mumbling a quick, “I’m leaving.” No one stopped him.

He didn’t know what to expect as he ran up the stairs to your floor. A mixture of fear and uncertainty churned in his chest, but silence greeted him as he inserted the spare key he carried with him into the lock. For a moment he thought you had already left.

Yes, it was stupid and irrational, but his brain was so frightened that any scenario seemed real to Javier. He spotted your shoes and skirt on the floor, like scattered crumbs leading him to the bedroom. You were asleep. Curled up, covered in a thin sheet, breathing quietly.

He stared at you for a moment. How could he lose this view so soon? How could you leave him and go back to the States? How was he going to stay here without you? How was he going to live without you? Did that mean he would never see you again?

You moved slightly and Javier focused again. He walked over to the bed and leaned down, kissing your cheek. He saw the tear tracks and it broke his heart.

"Javier?" you whispered in a voice full of sleep. "What are you doing here?" You quickly glanced at your watch and rubbed your eyes with your hand.

"I had to come." He replied, sitting down next to you and resting his hands on either side of you. "How are you feeling?"

"Hopeless. And I feel resentful." you said after a moment "I don't want to think about it anymore. I just..." you took a deep breath "I'll pack a suitcase, grab my passport and go to the airport. What's left for me?"

“I would prefer you stayed,” Javier replied quietly. You smiled politely and stroked his cheek.

"Finally you'll have time for your other two girls, right?" you winked at him, trying to smile, but Peña didn't return it this time. His gaze was tender but firm.

"I don't want others, I want you."

"Javier..." you sighed, your hand slid down his neck, stopping near his collar "This is crazy."

“Why?” a small frown appeared between your eyebrows. “Why do you say that? Look, I’m not good at talking about all this… You know I already screwed up once, when me and Lorraine…” he sighed. “I don’t want to screw up what we have.”

You shifted to sit across from him, trying to understand what Javier was trying to tell you. Yes, you knew about Lorraine, he had told you about her before. But you two?

"Javier, it's complicated. You and me."

"No, it's not." He interrupted you. "Listen. I care about you, I really do. You are, you are something else."

"What am I?"

You put everything on the line. Fuck it! If you have to go back to the States with a broken heart, fine. You'll get through this. It wasn't the time or the place, but you were willing to swallow the bitter pill that was waiting for you, or so you thought.

Javier looked at you as if he was searching his mind for the right words. You didn't rush him.

“Listen,” you said quietly. “We’re good together. Honestly, I haven’t felt as good and at ease with anyone as I do with you in a long time. At work and in bed. We’re good at that, Javier. But… I don’t know.” You looked down for a moment, pausing. “Maybe this is some kind of sign?”

"A sign?" he repeated, surprised.

"Yeah." You shrugged "Maybe you should find someone better. Some nice, uncomplicated, pretty girl who..."

"Oh, stop talking shit, hermosa!" he interrupted you unexpectedly. You looked up at him with a confused look. "I love you, crazy woman. You're a pain in the ass sometimes, but I fucking love you."

He saw your lips part, and your eyes searched his face for any sign that he was lying. But Javier wasn't lying. Determination and certainty were written all over his face, and you felt as if someone had ripped your insides out.

“I don’t want you to leave without knowing that.” He added, taking advantage of your loss of voice. “If you don’t feel that way, that’s fine. But I won’t forgive myself if I screw up anything else in my life. I won’t forgive myself if you leave Colombia without knowing that.”

Your spread lips and glazed eyes didn't give him any answer. You looked as if his words had frozen you completely. Eventually, Javier began to worry. He put his hand on your cheek, stroking it tenderly.

"Hermosa, say something. Anything." he said encouragingly. "I beg you. I'm sorry I dumped this on you like this, but I can't take it anymore... The thought of you leaving..."

Your lips twitched, but nothing came out. It wasn't until you cleared your throat that he heard your voice again. "You... You love me?"

"Is that so bad?" Javier tried to smile.

You shook your head. "It's just... Fuck it."

In an instant, you took his face in your hands and kissed him hard. That kiss held everything, every answer he needed, every reassurance. His hands pulled you out of the sheets and you were already sitting on his lap, snuggling even closer to Javier. Fingers ruffled his hair, your warmth, the softness of your skin beneath his fingers.

"I love you, Javier. I love you so fucking much." You whispered between kisses, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Oh! Don't ruin this moment with stupid questions."

You squealed as he threw you on the mattress, hiding you under his body. Kisses showered your neck and went lower. But you were faster. You deftly unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down, his hard manhood popping out.

“I want you.” You panted. Javier nodded. He needed you too.

You weren't prepared, so when he slid into you in one swift movement, you closed your eyes, gasping for air. But you felt him, felt him, felt alive, and that was the most beautiful thing. Lips eager for kisses found each other again, and Javier began to move.

He knew your body so well, knew where you needed him, knew how to coax the most beautiful sounds out of you. But this time, it was you who forced him to sigh sweetly, when you whispered a simple "I love you" between greedy breaths.

God! 

Javier Peña was in a losing position. But at the same time he hadn't felt so happy and fulfilled in a long time. He didn't give a shit about you leaving, he didn't give a shit about the whole DEA and Escobar, the drug cartel, Messina and O'Connell. The most important thing was you and those three words that flowed to him from your lips.

And when some time later you were lying together in the sheets, talking quietly about what awaited you, making plans, Javier felt that nothing could stop you anymore. You would be his, in Colombia or the States, it didn't matter.

☆☆☆☆

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Bad Idea Made Better

My first entry for @flufftober's Fluff Bingo. A5 - "This is a bad idea."

This is also my first real fic for Aaron Hotchner and the Criminal Minds fandom. I hope I did him justice here.

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!Reader

Word Count: ~2200

Summary: Everyone is wanting to celebrate Dave's newest bestseller, but things go a bit awry. Thankfully, you and Aaron know how to work together to make everything better.

Warnings: mentions of illness; surprise parties; lots of fluff and sweetness all around

A/N: I really do adore this story, and I'm definitely looking forward to writing more of Hotch as he's always been one of my favs from the show.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

*****

"I don't know, Aaron. This feels like a really bad idea," you couldn't saying as you both juggled the multiple objects in your hands. "Dave doesn't strike me as someone who appreciates others invading his space."

Aaron Hotchner had the audacity to chuckle at your misgivings.

When you would've liked to nudge him or playfully shove him for laughing, all the stuff in your arms prevented you. The only thing left in your arsenal was snark, and you'd always had plenty of it.

Before you could unleash any though, Dave's front door opened.

Penelope squealed upon seeing the many items you two carried, motioning you both inside. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm so glad you're here. We could really use your help, my sweet lady."

You didn't get to ask why because Penelope had grabbed the only free space she could find and dragged you from Aaron's side. A glance behind you to see Aaron shaking his head, his smile visible and growing, before you were pulled deeper into Dave's home.

Penelope didn't let go until she'd gotten you into the massive and beautifully kept kitchen.

Well, used to be beautifully kept, you realized. It honestly took you a few moments to find the kitchen you considered your dream kitchen under all the mess.

"What happened in here?"

That was all it took for Penelope to dive into the juicy info she'd gathered since she arrived that morning.

From your understanding, Joy had been in the process of starting some food prep with her hubby when Kai woke up sick. Of course, they'd dropped everything and took Kai to the ER. His temp was way too high, and he complained of tummy ache. The ER took them forever. Kai was diagnosed with a stomach bug that should resolve itself in a few days. By the time they returned to Dave's place, they'd been too exhausted to even recall the mess they'd left behind.

Kai, understandably, has been their priority over any cleaning they might've done this morning before Penelope and Derek arrived.

"Penny," you surveyed the damage, not comprehending how a little prep has led to this much mess, "this can't be all Joy."

"Oh, it's not," she assured you before she recounted more of this kitchen's odyssey.

When she and Derek arrived, they did set out to clean up and start over, but neither of them had ever really been so great at making pasta, let alone Dave's favorite dishes. They'd gathered every cookbook they could find around the house before Penelope got out her laptop.

Every appliance Dave owned had been pulled from their respective spaces and used in some capacity. Not one of them had been saved from a dusting of flour or whatever paste the two had seemed to create instead of pasta dough. Some of it even appeared to have started crusting over, hardening where it'd been left.

"Take these," you said in a nonsense but gentle tone, "and get Aaron. I'm going to need his help in here. Oh, and Penny, please pray I can get through this mess and still have time to make everything we agreed to make."

"On it, sweet lady," she said, her heeled steps clicking her departure. She paused in the doorway and met your gaze over her shoulder, her smile sweet and infectious. "I'm really glad you're here, and I have complete faith in you."

You surveyed the mess once more, developing a working game plan. The mess would take at least a half-hour to clean. Another hour or so to make enough food for the surprise party. Time would be cutting it close, but you felt confident this could work.

"What do you need, honey?" Aaron asked, his arms coming around your middle.

Your confidence increased at his arrival and sweet words of assistance.

Turning in his arms, you rose as high as your toes allowed to place a sweet kiss on his lips. A smile crept over your features as you met his warm brown eyes. "Your attention to detail and some elbow grease."

"You've always got those," he said with such promise. His lips curved into a grin that had your insides melting a little, but you reluctantly pushed those feelings aside. Oh, this man could do things to you that you never thought anyone would be able to do.

It took a moment before you regained your professionalism and set him to work.

Between you two, Dave's disaster of a kitchen returned to his level of pristine cleanliness. You'd even done it with a few minutes to spare with the half-hour block you'd estimated earlier.

It helped that you two had learned to work so well together, having cooked many meals together.

Sure, the days where Jack joined were a bit more chaotic, but they were no less fun and soul healing. Jack, not so little anymore, still proved helpful and resourceful whenever a mishap threatened to topple whatever plans had been made. He'd even picked up quite a few skills from both you and Aaron, doing his part whenever it was called for.

You wouldn't trade any of the days you've shared with Aaron and Jack for anything, you realized, as he set up the few appliances you needed. Your love for them had been set deep within your heart, and you looked forward to having as many more as they'd allow you.

"What's that face?" Aaron asked, his hand coming up to trace over your cheek. "I don't know that I've seen that face before. You okay, honey?"

Shaking yourself, you smiled with all the love you had. "Yeah, I'm good. Really good."

He studied you another moment. Whatever he saw must've lent truth to your words because he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

A squeal from the doorway had you both turning towards it. Wry grins stole over your features as only one could make that noise from the team, and that was Penelope.

"You two are just so cute," she gushed.

Her hands were clenched beneath her chin as she practically vibrated where she stood.

You could only shake your head as you asked, "Need something, Penny?"

"Oh, yeah, I need to borrow Hotch. I'll send him right back, sweet lady."

After assuring Aaron and Penelope you could manage on your own for a bit, you quickly set about to work. The first task you needed to complete was making enough pasta for everyone joining for this celebration of Dave's latest bestseller.

A quick glance at the clock promised you'd have just enough time to get everything finished on time as long as no other hiccups occurred.

Aaron returned a few minutes later, and Joy even managed to join you two. She quickly figured out what was left and set about doing that, her gratitude evident despite her exhausted state.

When you were certain you had everything under control, you quickly searched out the fully stocked fridge and cabinets of Dave's kitchen. After grabbing a few items, you set them down on the counter and quickly made up something soft but filling for Joy, Kai, and Shawn. It wouldn't do to make them wait another hour or so for Dave's surprise dinner to eat something.

"You really don't have to do that," Joy said when she realized what you were doing.

Shaking your head, you shushed her. "It's not a problem. I've learned how fussy a young boy can be when they're not feeling well. This was one of Jack's favorites whenever he caught something. Maybe it'll help Kai as well."

Joy didn't argue after that, simply sat and watched as you finished everything up yet again.

When you would've trayed it up, Aaron stopped you, nudging you aside and taking over. His hands took up the few plates and bowls you'd prepared and set them in a manner that only one trip would be needed.

"I'll bring the tray if you'd like to grab the drinks, Joy," he said and waited until she led the way from the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he paused a moment to meet your gaze. The softest smile graced his features as he said, "Do you know how much I love you?"

A smile bloomed until your cheeks hurt.

You nodded. "I do, and I love you just as much, Aaron."

"That's impossible, honey."

He didn't give you the chance to argue, his feet quickly taking him out of the doorway and catching up to Joy.

With the kitchen to yourself once more, you turned back to what was left to do.

Well, you thought you had it to yourself.

A noise near the back door had you turning to find Dave standing there. His suitcase sat at his feet and an amused but affectionate expression rested on his own obviously face.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough, mia bella," he spun his keys in his hand before coming further into the kitchen and sitting at his large island, "to know how much you mean to this team and even to my family."

Being the premier profiler, he didn't give you a chance to flounder but rather continued by changing the subject. "So, how much damage have they done to my house?"

You huffed, shaking your head at him. Amusement filled you when you caught the twinkling humor lurking in his expressive eyes. He only allowed a few people to see his mischievous side, and you felt quite honored to be one of those people.

"I'm sure it's not too bad. I did try and tell them this was a bad idea, but they were quite insistent as I'm sure you're aware."

"You're a good kid. If Aaron doesn't put a ring on your finger soon, let me know. We'll find you a good Italian boy, someone who'll appreciate all you have to offer."

To emphasize his words, he reached into the pan closest to him and snatched some of the pasta you'd just finished preparing. A soft moan of appreciation left his throat almost involuntarily, chewing slowly to enjoy each of the flavors you added.

"If I were twenty years younger…"

"You would make me wife number five?"

"You wound me, mia bella."

"My apologies, Dave," you said sincerely.

"Hotch is gone five minutes, Rossi, and you're over here trying to propose to his girl," Derek said from the doorway, his brows raised even as a wide grin spread over his face. "You're either a brave man or a stupid one. Ring or no ring, we all know Hotch is all in with Pretty Mama."

"That I am," Aaron agreed, stepping back into the room.

He didn't stop until he returned to your side where he belonged and had belonged for some time. His arm came up to wrap around your waist even as he dropped a kiss into your hair.

In a voice low enough only you'd hear, he said, "I have the ring at home. I'm taking you to dinner this weekend. Your favorite place. Our favorite table there. Have them slip it into your favorite dessert. Hope with everything in me that you'll say yes."

"You got Jack's blessing?"

He nodded. "He helped me pick out the ring. Even told me it took me long enough."

Laughter spilled out of you at that. Leave it to Jack Hotchner to know what he wanted before his father did. It heartened you to know that Jack cared about you that much as you cared about him just the same. You'd do anything for Jack, including stepping aside if he didn't want you in his or his father's life anymore.

Meeting his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the love he so freely expressed in his gaze. It was enough to have your breath catching. His love for you hadn't been a secret for several months now, but every time he looked at you like that, you always lost your breath. How could you not when you had a man like Aaron Hotchner?

"What do you think?" he asked after a moment too long in silence. "Bad idea?"

You shook your head. It took several rapid blinks to get your emotions back under control. One of your dreams was coming true even if it was going to be another couple of days. You could wait. You would wait forever if it mean a lifetime with Aaron and with Jack.

"No, no," you said, swallowing down the lump that had risen, "it's a very good idea. The best idea you've ever had."

"So, you'll say yes?"

Happiness swelled within you, but you tempered it. No reason to not tease him for a moment after the incredibly sweet bombshell he'd dropped on you. Your eyes were surely twinkling as you said, "Guess you'll have to wait until this weekend to find out. Though, I'm certain the odds will be in your favor."

"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you, honey?"

"Always."

He pressed a kiss to your hair again as he whispered, "Good."

[liveontelevision]

I saw someone do headcanons on Lucifer and I know you'd write it perfectly. They basically said that if you were to ignore him, he'd practically BEG and WHINE like a bitch to have you talk to him. Even if it's telling him he's pathetic. As long as he hears your voice.

Ofc don't feel pressured to do this if you're busy or anything else, Ily🫶🏻🫶🏻 keep up the great work! :]

OKAY MORE SMUT (seriously, mdni 18+)

Sorry this one took forever but I'm prettyyy sure it's worth it. Let's just say this is Lucifer discovering some new things about himself :D

And ILY THANKS FOR THE REQUEST BBG

Throwing out a CW: Intersex Luci

Ignorance is Bliss | Lucifer x Reader

♡♡♡

Becoming comfortable with the King of Hell as his partner was easy. He made sure to cater to all your needs and give you everything you asked for. Overall, Lucifer was a sweetheart and a gentleman. And this was especially the case in bed. Considering his immense powers, he was giddy to fulfill any of your fantasies you'd have, no matter how bizarre. After being with him for long enough, fantasies dissolved into curiosities. Some nights became spicing things up in the bedroom in ways that you'd never consider, just to see how much you could handle. Now? you wanted to see how much he could handle.

Neither of you were comfortable with bringing intimacy to the public, not without proper care, at least. But what if you could work him up in a way only you knew about? Tease him throughout the day? How desperate could you make him without touching him? You couldn't recall where you picked up this idea, maybe somewhere online at some point. Knowing how deeply devoted he was to you, he was sure to hold a great reaction to this.

You were together when the hotel was renovated, so it was an easy transition for you. Everyone already aware of your relationship and loving you in turn made your afterlife seem like less of a punishment.

His top priority was your comfort when you both moved. He made sure to be close to you in group settings, keeping a hand on you at almost all times. Whether that be a hand on your thigh or the small of your back, or simply having his fingers intertwined in yours, it felt like a relief for both of you.

But with this little act you were pulling, you would lean away from his touch, and make excuses to disappear for the afternoon. Or in the halls, where he'd usually greet you with a quick kiss or I love you, you'd pull out your phone as you approached him, or simply smiled with your eyes barely looking his direction. He would swear, if anyone asked, that this wasn't bugging him one bit. Not. At. All. You were all his at the end of the day, you could treat him however you want and he'd submit. He's fine. He's acting fine.

When it came to the hotel, there weren't many demons jumping at the chance of redemption in the beginning, so some nights turned into drinks, games, and music. You felt so incredibly lucky to be a part of this family, your eyes scanning across the room and taking in just the pure enjoyment of everyone around you. The center of it all tonight was Lucifer. He was going on about some fantastical story that involved a circus in some other ring of Hell, that then evolved into sharing baby photos of Charlie. His eyes always sparkled when he would talk about his daughter. You loved her too, of course, but your heart always fluttered when his admiration would show.

Still, you had that little experiment to play with tonight. As Lucifer went on about his stories, either entertaining demons with their content or his ridiculous retellings, everyone was drawn in. Not to mention, he was drunk and was acting like a fool, so he was even entertaining Alastor. With one foot on the barstool and the other propped on the counter, he acted out some ridiculous story that you paid no mind to. In fact, you made it a point to not react to anything, despite how intense he was becoming. You'd look down at your phone as he spoke. Or you'd start some random conversation with Husk, who really could care less, but he at least responded to you.

Keeping your eyes off of him was a challenge, but you could tell he was trying to get your attention when he'd brag about something. With no response, he would stutter mid-sentence, then change the topic after not getting the reaction he wanted out of you. With each ignorant glance, he took a swig of his drink.

He was seated after that, being scolded for scuffing the tables with his heels. That's when the ridiculous jokes began. You loved his jokes! You could listen to them all day, even laughing when he told you the same joke over and over. But not tonight, you had to remind yourself. You bit your tongue and sucked in your lips to hide any smile or laughter that might pass through. Still avoiding looking in his direction entirely, Lucifer was suddenly silenced. You looked up at him through half lidded eyes, then back down to your screen, mindlessly scrolling through essentially nothing. Charlie was quick to distract him with a story, he was nodding along and smiling as best he could for her. The party dwindled, leaving you, Lucifer and Husk.

“I-uh.. think our royal highness has had enough. You should take him to bed, kid.” Husk finally draws your attention to Lucifer, who has laid his head on the countertop, incoherently mumbling. You sigh and nod, taking his drink from his hand and rising to your feet. Just barely touching his shoulder, he immediately straightens his posture.

“Good call, kitty!” He had a habit of calling Husk that when he wasn't entirely there, it made both of you cringe, “Bedtime, my love?” He takes a hold of your hand in both of his and you have to remind yourself this is just for fun. The endgame has to be worth it. You pull away, already walking through the portal he had created when he was talking. He looked at you as you stood in your shared room, still seated at the bar. Finally turning, you sigh and place your hands on your hips.

“C’mon, Lucifer.” You said absentmindedly, using a beckoning finger to draw him in. He eagerly jumped from his seat following you in, even with his chest aching. You didn't normally use his name. Usually it was darling, or my love, or good boy if he was acting accordingly. He takes a hold of your arm as the portal shuts, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, then running small pecks along the length of your arm, stopping at the start of your shoulder. You let out a small, almost nervous sounding chuckle, before reeling back.

“Didn't see you around the hotel today, darling. Did you do anything fun?” Lucifer sways as he speaks. Maybe small talk would help? He was trying his hardest to act casual and keep a clear conscience considering how much alcohol he’s had at this point. You shake your head, pulling your top off. You decide to sort through your clothes long enough to let Lucifer catch the sight of you bent at the hips, rummaging through a dresser drawer while topless. You could hear him gulp. He starts the same way, but struggles with the buttons on his vest.

“L-love, I might need-” his intoxication is clear in his voice at this point. After throwing on some sort of silky slip, you sigh and turn your attention to him. Looking down and fiddling with the buttons, he begins to lose his balance and finds himself leaning against a wall for stability. You approach him silently, and easily undo each of his buttons. You'd be lying if this alone wasn't making your stomach flutter. Even then, it was easy to keep your cool after seeing that he was clearly enjoying this too much. You notice his labored breathing as he braces his arms against the wall, allowing you to run your hands across his bare chest and slipping his shirt and vest to the ground with some maneuvering. You keep your hands at his hips for a moment, he lifted his pelvis away from the wall, maybe hoping for some kind of friction. You were lingering barely an inch away from his lips. Hearing the smallest whimper seemed to remind you of your mission, so you quickly pulled away.

“Good night, Lucifer~” just that sentence alone sent him spinning. Your lips so close to him and your voice so smooth, he was beginning to enjoy the sound of his name in your mouth.

More. He needs more.

As you crawled under the covers, you made it a point to hum and moan as you stretched and settled in. Pulling your phone back up to your face, you barely had time to look at anything before a clawed hand had slowly pushed your device down, revealing a very red-faced Lucifer.

“Is something wrong, love? Can I.. help you?” He was genuinely worried. You almost felt guilty at that moment. With a final sigh, you set your phone aside and cupped his hot to the touch cheek in your hand. He immediately let the weight of his head fall into your hands, humming contently at the long overdue contact. Still, you shake your head in response to him, keeping your lips sealed. His lip finally starts to quiver and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Please, I need your voice, love.. I miss it- I miss you.” He almost breaks you, so you decide to reward him for this display at least. You silently press a kiss against his eager lips. He's ready to pull you in and ravish you with that alone, he’d do anything to hear your voice. You pull away. He tries making connections in his foggy mind, tracing through the past few days to see if there was anything he might’ve done for you to be this cruel to him. He can't think of any wrong doings, but.. he'll do anything.

“P-please? darling?” He stammers out, continuing to crawl towards you and sitting prettily on your lap. The view itself drove you mad. You could keep your lips sealed, but you couldn't prevent the blush becoming apparent across your cheeks. He hums, satisfied with this reaction at least.

“I don't know what's going on with you, but.. I love you.” Oh, shit. “.. I love you~” He repeats.

You keep your eyes away from him. This one was a struggle.

“T-That’s fine, don't tell me about your day.. o-or laugh at my jokes, but, darling-” he turns your head to face him, a hand lightly bringing you forward by your chin, you notice his eyes glowing. “I love you.”

…

Fine.

“I love you, too.” You said it quietly, a hint of defeat in your tone. He immediately perks up, shifting his grasp on your chin to thumb at your jaw, nearly encompassing your throat with his hand. Closing the already very small gap between your lips, he eagerly explores your mouth with his forked tongue. You yelp into his lips in surprise, before pushing him away carefully, seeing how much of a mess you've made him from just that phrase.

“Lucifer, that wasn't very nice, was it? You have to ask.” You said sternly, sitting up to rest your back on the headboard and pulling him with you to keep him seated on your thighs.

“W-Wha.. Ask? To kiss you? Well that seems.. rather…” He questions with a nervous laughter, waiting for the punchline. You only nod your head in agreement.

“Well.. can I kiss you, then..?” He asks awkwardly. It was cute enough, But this wasn't your original vision.

“Mmmm- no.” Making a big show out of tapping your chin and letting your eyes wander around the room, you finally look back at him.

“What? Oh- um.. please?” He clarifies, a now nervous smile present on his face.

“Please, what?” You start running your hands across his abdomen, letting them interlock behind his back and pulling him just a bit closer.

“C-can I kiss you.. please..?” You thought he'd be agitated at this point, but his voice is dripping with desperation. He likes it. You see his hips shifting just above your thighs.

“Hm. Maybe.. I just don't think you want it enough, my love.” You say sweetly, pouting as if you felt any remorse. You ran your hands up his chest, then back down his sides, brushing your fingers just slightly below his belt. He huffs.

“Sweetheart! I-I do want it! please..? I want you, p-please..” He finally moans out, panting heavily only from your hands along his bare skin. You couldn't help but smile, and finally give him what he wants. With a gentle kiss onto his lips, it's clear that he's shaking with anticipation. He wasn't jumping you like before or taking the lead to suffice his own desires. It's as if he was waiting for permission. You weren't going to give in that easily, though.

You pulled away after that single kiss, looking at him like you had just asked a question and were waiting for a proper response. Finally catching his breath, he braces himself up by keeping his hands on your shoulders. He looks at you with the sweetest puppy eyes, shifting his weight on his knees to ease the growing discomfort pressed in his pants.

“More, my love.. I need more- I-I need you to-” He's still rambling. You hum, letting the hand that had been sitting on his hip palm at the bulge in his pants. You learn forward, pressing your lips against his skin and running your tongue up his neck. He shivers, the sudden sensations after being ignored for so long already forces a pathetic sound from him, music to your ears. Your kisses become sloppy, and your little nips will surely bruise and shine by the next morning.

“I-I want- ahh~” He’s keeping up with it? You thought for sure this little game of yours had ended. You won and you're giving him the attention he finally needs, yet he's still begging for you? “talk to me.. darling-” he chokes out, moving his hands that had been tightly gripping your shoulders to cup your cheeks. You were pulled back by his touch, a slightly shocked expression on your face. “Please.” His eyes were brimming with tears. A single line of golden blood and saliva dripped from his mouth from biting a little too hard on his lip, in an attempt to keep his noises at bay. You moved your hands away from his buldge, which had accumulated a wet spot onto his trousers, then went back to trailing your fingers across his skin again.

“Okay.” You respond. He perks up at your acceptance, the little sparkle in his eyes brings a smile to your face. “Since you asked so nicely.” you said sweetly, “So.. how badly did you miss me? Only a few days like this and you’re already a mess.. did you miss our little conversations? My voice?” You question softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek to wipe away some stressed tears that had fallen. He nods, holding onto your hand and burying his cheek into your palm.

“-My touch?” You massage his hip, letting your hand drift closer to the clasps on his pants. He nodded again, much more eagerly this time. “Hm. Good.” with one final kiss to his lips, you push him to the side, swapping your positions, to where you were hovering over him with your arms caging him in. He barely has time to process the quick switch, before feeling your hands tug his pants. He's moaning at the sensation alone, holding onto whatever he could find, gripping your wrist in one hand and balling up the sheets in his other.

You linger above him, your lips just above his. You could feel him panting heavily against you, even before touching him. You'd normally be passionately entangled at this point, But here, you got the chance to see his face. You were enjoying taking your time with this one.

“You're being such a good boy for me.. you're doing so well.” Your eyes flutter shut to capture him in another heavy kiss, and you reach unto his pants, planning to slowly relieve his stress. A sudden request leaves his mouth, stopping you for a moment.

“N-no..! Nono.. love, my name. Use my name- please..” He's shaking his head, finally mustering the courage to make his request. Another new development. God, he was perfect. You move to his jaw, pressing kisses up to his ear before breathing heavily against it.

“Lucifer-” you finally say. He lets out a pathetic whimper, clamping his grip down onto your wrist and bucking his hips into your sudden, yet tantalizingly slow, palming. “You're doing so good for me, Lucifer. My Lucifer. My sweet, Luci~” you mutter into his skin, beginning to pump your hand a bit faster. He is doing so good for you, afterall, he deserves it.

This wasn't the only game you wanted to play tonight. you wanted to fully take care of your poor neglected king after all you've put him through. After toying with him for long enough, edging him from release each time, you finally let him rest. You pull away, after bringing him to the brink and tearing him away each time, you were reveling in his pretty tears. All the senses you were enrapturing suddenly put to a halt, forced him to look at you desperately. You fully dismount him, leaving him nude under your gaze. Slightly embarrassed, he pulls his legs together. You rest your hands gently on the top of knees.

“I’ll need both tonight, Luci.” You say casually. This was something you've tried before, and it was definitely due for a second round. You felt he needed the extra love. He nodded, his face completely heating up. walking your fingers across his legs and helping him take his trousers completely off, you were treated with the pretty sight of his already soaked pussy, that sat quite nicely below his already overstimulated cock. The combination of his two sexes was enough to drive a whimper even from you. You quickly dip down, your own desperation meeting his. After bringing him to the brink beforehand but not letting him finish, it wasn't long before he was squirming and whimpering under your touch.

Even with all that, he was still begging you for more. Drunk off his juices already, you ran your tongue up from his folds, flicking at his clit, then sending a heated trail right up to the head of his cock. he arches his back into the full exposure, and you have to keep your hands on his thighs to keep his legs from shutting. The agonizing moans and gasps he was letting out only made you want to hear more. Hastily pushing three fingers into his entrance, his voice cracked out some resemblance of your name. He doesn't use his other sex often, so when you get the chance to eat your fill, he's almost always struggling to keep any composure. pumping his cock in one hand, you skillfully pump and curl your fingers into him with the other, all the while maneuvering your tongue and lips to suction onto his clit.

“Mm-! I-I can't- ahha- take… anymore- m-mmy love-” He's stammering. You pull away for a moment to let out a single phrase,

“What do you say, Lucifer?” Before continuing your brutal overstimulation. Only hearing more whimpers, you slowed your motions, waiting for a proper response. You only speed up your movements, after keeping your thumb lightly pressed against the top of his head.

“P-Please-” he shoots his head back into the pillows, his legs already shaking. “Please, can I-I-” You hum against him, sending a mild vibration that still made a big impact, before lifting your thumb just slightly.

“You may, Lucifer.” You run your tongue across his entirety again, enclosing his cock into your mouth and taking in his final thrusts.

Still whimpering and gasping, you continue to bob your head, moving slow circles across his clit, and causing his body to fully tremor beneath you.

You finally sit up, enjoying the view beneath you, while wiping away anything that you didn't manage to already swallow. Even with his eyes closed from the pure exhaustion, he's muttering your name under his breath. You still don't know how you managed to get this lucky, so you appreciate his drunken appearance for a moment longer before cleaning him up and eventually settling him under the covers. You hold him tight to your chest, your limbs intertwined. Even with immense angelic power, he returns your embrace weakly, with shaky arms.

“I love you, Lucifer.” You hum, pressing a kiss onto his forehead while brushing some hair from his face. He's still catching his breath, “Luci-” you say just as sweetly. He barely opens his eyes to meet your gaze, still silent. With a gentle grip on his chin, you pull him upwards to fully face you. “I love you~” You repeat.

“Mmn- love you.. dear…” He grumbles, still clearly dazed from the events of the night. Running your thumb along his lower lip, you muffle his tired moan with a kiss, before letting him rest his chin comfortably against your chest. You’d say your little experiment was a success. And you're sure Lucifer learned a lesson along the way; He has to ask for what he wants.

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First Fight | Kaia & Clayton

Kaia had always known that relationships weren’t perfect.

She had seen enough of them fail to understand that love didn’t come without hard moments, that no matter how much two people cared about each other, they would always have disagreements.

But somehow, she had convinced herself that she and Clayton were different.

Not because they were perfect, but because they communicated. They were honest, they worked as a team, and they had already navigated the hardest parts of blending their lives together.

But that was before their first real fight.

The one that left Kaia feeling like an outsider in her own home.

It started over something small—something so insignificant that Kaia didn’t even realize it was a problem until it exploded into something much bigger.

It started with Clayton rescheduling dinner.

Kaia had been planning a family dinner for days—something special, just the three of them. She had found a new recipe, set the table, and even picked up Elodie’s favorite ice cream. It wasn’t a huge deal, but it was one of the rare nights when Clayton didn’t have hockey, and she wanted to make the most of it.

So when she got a text from him an hour before he was supposed to be home, saying he was going to be late because he was meeting up with some of the guys after practice, something inside her snapped.

By the time Clayton walked through the door, Kaia was already cleaning up.

Elodie had eaten. Kaia had eaten. The plates were washed. The table was empty.

And Kaia wasn’t smiling.

“Hey,” Clayton greeted casually, setting his bag down and leaning in to kiss her cheek.

She turned away before he could.

His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Kaia let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Nothing, Clay. Hope you had a great time.”

That was when he realized.

“Oh, come on,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re mad about dinner?”

Kaia turned to face him, crossing her arms. “No, Clayton. I’m not mad about dinner.”

“Then what is this?” he asked, frowning.

Kaia exhaled sharply. “It’s the fact that you forgot. Or, actually, you didn’t forget—you just didn’t care enough to make it a priority.”

Clayton’s frown deepened. “That’s not fair.”

Kaia let out a humorless laugh. “Isn’t it? Because I spent all afternoon making sure we had one night together—one night where we weren’t rushing around or talking about hockey or squeezing in time before you had to leave again. But you decided that going out with the guys was more important.”

Clayton’s jaw tensed. “Kaia, I see you and Elodie every single day. I thought grabbing a drink with my teammates wouldn’t be a big deal.”

“You thought,” she repeated, shaking her head. “That’s the problem. You thought it wouldn’t matter, but you didn’t even ask me if it was okay. You just made the decision without considering how it would affect us.”

Clayton exhaled, his frustration growing. “Kaia, it’s one night. It’s not like I bailed on something huge—”

“It was huge to me,” she interrupted, her voice softer now.

And that was what really hurt.

Not that he had gone out. Not even that he had been late.

But that he hadn’t thought about how it would make her feel.

That was when Elodie peeked around the corner, her big brown eyes flickering between them.

“Are you fighting?” she asked hesitantly.

Clayton immediately softened, crouching down to her level. “No, bug, we’re just—”

“Yes,” Kaia said at the same time, her voice gentle but honest.

Clayton turned to look at her, surprised.

Kaia sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Elodie, sometimes grown-ups fight. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other, okay?”

Elodie bit her lip. “But you never fight.”

Kaia forced a small smile. “I know, sweetheart. But even when people love each other, they don’t always agree.”

Elodie hesitated, then stepped closer, looking between the two of them. “Are you and Daddy breaking up?”

Kaia’s breath caught.

And Clayton?

His entire body went rigid.

“No,” he said immediately, his voice firm. “Not even close.”

Elodie still looked unsure, but after a moment, she nodded, turning back toward her room. “Okay.”

The second she was gone, Clayton exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Kaia,” he started, but she was already walking away.

“I need a minute,” she murmured.

And then, for the first time in their relationship, she closed their bedroom door behind her.

It took Clayton twenty minutes before he finally knocked.

Kaia was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, her arms wrapped around herself.

He sat down beside her, exhaling softly. “I’m sorry.”

Kaia stayed quiet.

Clayton hesitated, then ran a hand over his face. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I swear.”

Kaia finally looked up at him. “I know.”

He swallowed. “But I did anyway.”

She nodded, and for the first time, he saw the deeper emotion behind her frustration.

It wasn’t just about dinner.

It was about this. The life they had built. The time they spent together—or didn’t spend together.

It was about how, even though Kaia never complained, she sometimes felt like an afterthought to his career.

“I just want to feel like I matter,” she admitted, her voice breaking slightly.

Clayton’s heart squeezed painfully.

“Kaia,” he murmured, reaching for her hand. “You do.”

She sighed, her fingers threading through his. “I know you don’t mean to do it, Clay. But sometimes, I feel like I’m always the one making room for you. For your schedule. For hockey. For everything.”

Clayton’s stomach twisted. “I don’t want you to feel like that.”

Kaia swallowed. “Then show me.”

Clayton sat with that for a long moment before finally nodding.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “I will.”

Kaia exhaled, some of the tension leaving her body.

And then Clayton pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

“I love you,” he murmured into her hair.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

And even though they had fought, even though things had been tense, they both knew—this wasn’t the kind of fight that ended things.

It was the kind that made them stronger.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

peter and "dont give me that fucking look."

Stupid In Love

✮ tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

✮ word count: 0.7k

✮ summary: Your dinner date is forgotten in Peter's mind, and this was the last thing you needed as tension arises.

✮ warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, language, fluff at the end.

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That spark in you was slowly building into a steady flame. Peter’s presence was overwhelming and your heightened anger only projected it. 

You blew up at Peter earlier. As another dinner date flew by his brain, you couldn’t help but feel he didn’t value your time as much as you valued his. Short responses and the silent treatment signaled to him that something was wrong, and as much as he’d like to pretend he didn’t know, he definitely knew. 

He knew the moment he saw your face fall at his suggestion of staying in for dinner. Along with the immediate turn away from him to make a beeline straight to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Peter didn’t want to push your buttons anymore, so as he sat on the opposite side of the couch from you, he didn’t dare say another word. 

You were on your phone, scrolling through mindless content, trying to distract yourself from Peter when he started to inch his hand closer to you. His fingers were trying to find an ounce of your touch, typical. There wasn’t a time when Peter wasn’t touching you. For him to go an hour without your touch was torture. He knew you were still upset, so he was testing the waters. 

Your legs are sprawled out on the length of the couch when Peter's hand rests on your ankle, causing you to look up at him; unamusement clear on your face. And in response, he looks offended. Huffing a sarcastic laugh, you speak for the first time all afternoon, “Don’t give me that fucking look.” 

Your words took Peter back. “Baby,” he starts, a hint of desperation in his voice, “whatever I did, I’m sorry.” 

Somehow, he made it worse, “Whatever you did?” You pull your legs into your chest, leaving his hand to fall on the fabric of the couch. He’s speechless, his mouth is open in stupidity. “Maybe if you valued our time together, you would’ve known we had dinner tonight at that new place around the corner.” You look down at your phone for the time, “That was almost half an hour ago, but it’s fine!” 

You stand from the couch and walk to the bathroom again, but this time, you don’t close the door behind you. While you leave, Peter is going through his mental calendar and groans when he realizes you’re right. He knows better this time. Peter’s not going to let you go. 

As you rinse your face off with cool water, you look back in the mirror to see Peter standing behind you. Rolling your eyes, you grab a face towel and try to leave the cramped bathroom, but a soft grip on your arm stops you. “Let me go, Peter,” you say without looking into his eyes. 

“I value our time together more than you’ll ever know, bug,” his tone is serious, but his voice carries a softness that he uses only for you. He can see tears forming in your eyes. His heart breaks at the sight, “You will always be my number one priority, and I’m sorry I haven’t expressed that recently, but I’ll never let you go, (Y/N). So please,” you finally look into his eyes, “let me make it up to you. For all of it.”

You tilt your head back and take a deep breath, before leaning into Peter’s frame. You can feel him let out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arms around you. Into his chest, you mumble, “Can we go to that restaurant tomorrow night?” 

“We can go every night for the next week if you want,” he leans down to place a chaste kiss on your head, “I love you so much.” 

Pulling your head away from his chest, you look up at him, “I love you too Peter. You’re stupid sometimes, but I love you.” 

Peter squeezes you a little tighter and laughs, “I’ll let you call me stupid for the rest of my life if that means I can hear you tell me you love me after.” 

✮ author's note: just a little peter fic to get me back into writing! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support me and your other fav writers. my four-hundred follower bash is happening NOW, so come join us! ok, ily bye!!

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Anyways CAN you do maybe the outsiders boys reaction to an albino greaser? It can be any gender and be reader I just wanna know what you think they'd do or say

Sincerely

A greaser named bug

Nice to meet you bug 😏 but ofccccccc I hope you like it bug💗 I’ll also try to make it gender neutral.

Sincerely

Someone who is winging it🫶🏻

Darrell Curtis

Darry first met you at the grocery store when you were struggling to reach a box of cereal on the top shelf. Being the gentleman he is, he stepped in to grab it for you, and that’s where your conversations started. He was instantly intrigued by your unique appearance.

At first, he was nervous about asking you out. Darry’s got that quiet, steady confidence, but something about you threw him off in the best way. Maybe it was the way your pale skin seemed to glow under the store lights or the sharp intelligence in your eyes.

He loved learning more about albinism and made it a priority to understand how to support you. He’s the type of guy who’d read up on the importance of sunglasses, sunscreen, and any health concerns, making sure you’re always protected. He’d carry a pair of your sunglasses in his truck just in case you forgot yours.

The gang noticed how protective he became of you. If they were hanging out in the sun, Darry made sure there was a shady spot for you to sit and wouldn’t hesitate to drag a chair over for you.

Ponyboy, being a little poetic, would occasionally compare you to the moon soft, glowing, and beautiful. You’d always laugh, but Darry would get this proud, quiet smile like, Yeah, that’s mine.

Darry loved running his hands through your hair. He was mesmerized by its silky white strands and would sometimes find himself just brushing it back while you sat beside him. It became one of his favorite ways to relax after work.

He’d often remind you that you’re beautiful, especially if you ever felt self-conscious about standing out. If someone dared to make a rude comment, Darry’s calm demeanor would snap. He wouldn’t cause a scene, but the steel in his voice when he told someone to back off made it clear they’d regret crossing him.

Date nights were always thoughtful but practical. Darry loved taking you to quieter places, like drive-in movies or picnics at the park during sunset when the sunlight wasn’t too harsh. He loved seeing you comfortable and happy.

The boys absolutely adored you. You brought a calmness to the Curtis house that even Darry appreciated. Whenever things got rowdy, you’d just smile and remind Darry to let loose every now and then.

One night, Soda teased Darry by calling him “lovesick” after he caught Darry staring at you while you talked with Ponyboy. Instead of denying it, Darry just grinned and said, “What can I say? There one of a kind.

Sodapop Curtis

Soda first noticed you while working at the DX. You came in to ask for directions, and the way the sunlight hit your pale skin and silvery hair made him freeze mid sentence. He’d always been a charmer, but with you, he couldn’t help but stutter.

He immediately turned on the charm after recovering, offering to help you with more than just directions. “Need your tires checked? Oil changed? A tour guide around town? I’m your guy.”

From that day, you started coming by the DX more often sometimes for gas, sometimes just to chat. Soda would always light up when he saw you pull in, running to your car before Steve even had the chance to look your way.

Soda loved how unique you were, always calling you his “snow angel” or “moonbeam.” He’d joke that you were so stunning, people had to wear sunglasses just to look at you.

He’d constantly find little ways to dote on you. If it was sunny, he’d remind you to put on sunscreen and even apply it for you if you let him. On cloudy days, he’d wrap his arm around you, saying, “Perfect weather for my perfect baby.”

Soda was fiercely protective. If anyone ever stared too long or made a rude comment about your albinism, he’d immediately jump in with his signature mix of charm and sass. “Yeah, they’re gorgeous, ain’t they? You want an autograph or something?”

He’d love showing you off to the gang. When he introduced you to them, he couldn’t stop grinning and kept saying, “aren’t they just the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Ponyboy would occasionally ask questions about your albinism, and you’d patiently explain it to him. Soda would listen intently too, wanting to understand everything he could about you.

He loved touching your hair. Whether it was brushing his fingers through it or playing with a strand absentmindedly, he was mesmerized by how soft and silky it was. He’d often joke, “How’d I get lucky enough to date someone straight out of a fairytale?”

Date nights with Soda were always fun and full of energy. He’d take you to the drive in, carnival, or the park for a late night walk when the sun wasn’t an issue. He’d always make you laugh, whether it was through goofy jokes or sneaking extra popcorn into the movies.

Soda would constantly remind you how beautiful you were, especially if you ever felt self conscious about standing out. “You’re one in a million, babe. Nobody else could even come close to you.”

One time, you caught Soda telling Steve, “they’re not just gorgeous, man. They’re everything. I don’t know what I’d do without them.” Steve teased him for being so sappy, but Soda just shrugged with a goofy grin.

One day when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by the stares, soda would wrap you in his arms, kiss the top of your head, and whisper “Your my moonbeam, babe. Nobody else shines like you do.”

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony first saw you at the library, tucked away in a corner with a book in your lap. He couldn’t help but stare your pale skin and snowy hair seemed almost unreal, like you’d stepped out of a storybook.

You caught him staring, and he quickly looked away, blushing furiously. When you smiled at him, though, it gave him enough courage to strike up a conversation.

He was captivated by how soft spoken and kind you were. You bonded over your shared love of books, and Ponyboy found himself seeking you out every time he went to the library.

Pony was curious about your albinism but was too polite to ask at first. When you brought it up yourself, he listened intently, asking thoughtful questions to understand you better. He admired how confident you were about explaining something so personal.

The first time he complimented you, it was so casual and genuine that it caught you off guard. “Your hair looks just like starlight,” he said while flipping through a book, as if it was the most obvious observation in the world.

Pony would write poems about you how your skin glowed in the moonlight or how your unique beauty reminded him of something ethereal. He’d never show them to you unless you stumbled upon one in his notebook, which would make him turn redder than a tomato.

He loved taking you to quiet places where you could talk and relax. His favorite spot was a secluded area by the riverbank where the sunlight wasn’t too harsh, and you could read together.

Pony was fiercely protective in his own quiet way. If anyone made a rude comment or stared too long, he wouldn’t yell or fight, but his sharp, icy glare was enough to make them regret it.

The gang absolutely adored you. They teased Pony about how smitten he was, but they genuinely appreciated the calm and warmth you brought to their rowdy group. Even Dallas, who wasn’t easily impressed, would crack a rare grin when you were around.

Pony loved running his fingers through your hair, fascinated by its silky texture. “It’s like clouds,” he’d murmur, almost in awe.

On tougher days, when you felt out of place or overwhelmed by how much you stood out, Pony would comfort you with his words. “You’re not different in a bad way, y’know? You’re different in the kind of way that makes people remember you. Like a rare flower or a shooting star.”

He’d sometimes read aloud to you, his voice soft and full of emotion. Whether it was poetry, Shakespeare, or something you’d picked, he always managed to make the words sound magical.

One time, Johnny caught Ponyboy staring at you with this dreamy expression, and when he teased him about it, Pony just shrugged and said, “Can you blame me? They’re like the main character in every story I’ve ever loved.”

Johnny Cade

The first time Johnny saw you was at the park. You were sitting alone, sketching in a notebook. He was too shy to approach you at first, but when he saw your drawing, he couldn’t help but compliment it. “That’s real nice,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him with a smile, and Johnny was immediately struck by how unique and beautiful you were. He wasn’t used to talking to girls, especially not ones who looked like they belonged in a painting.

Over time, you and Johnny started spending more time together, often at the park or the lot. You’d draw while he watched, and he’d tell you about his life, feeling comfortable enough to open up in a way he rarely did with anyone else.

He was fascinated by your albinism. When you mentioned it casually one day, he listened intently, his dark eyes filled with curiosity and admiration. “You’re… real different. In a good way,” he said softly, trying not to sound awkward.

Johnny was always gentle and considerate, making sure you were comfortable. If the sun was too bright, he’d offer his jacket to shield you or suggest moving to a shady spot. He’d even remind you to put on sunscreen, though he’d blush while doing it.

He loved your hair and often found himself staring at it, amazed by how soft and light it looked. If you ever let him touch it, he’d do so tentatively, like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

The gang noticed how much happier Johnny seemed when he was around you. They teased him about it, but he didn’t mind too much he was just glad to have someone like you in his life.

You made Johnny feel seen and appreciated in a way he wasn’t used to. He’d always felt like a shadow, but with you, he felt like he mattered.

He’d get protective of you, especially if anyone made rude comments or stared too long. While he wasn’t the type to start fights, he’d stand his ground if he thought someone was being disrespectful.

One of Johnny’s favorite things was watching you draw. He’d sit beside you in quiet awe, occasionally asking about your process or offering ideas. Once, you surprised him by sketching a portrait of him, and he was so touched he couldn’t find the words to thank you.

Johnny wasn’t great with words, but he had his own way of showing how much he cared. He’d bring you little things he thought you’d like a pretty rock, a flower, or a book he borrowed from the library.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Johnny would do everything he could to comfort you. “You’re… special,” he’d say quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “Not just ‘cause of how you look. You’re just… you. And that’s more than enough.”

He loved quiet moments with you, like sitting under the stars and talking about your dreams. You’d reassure him that he was more than his tough life, and he’d start to believe it when he saw how much you cared.

One night, when you asked him why he always seemed so amazed by you, he looked at you with soft, honest eyes and said, “’Cause you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen… and I’ve seen a lot of sunsets.”

Dallas Winston

Dally first noticed you when you walked into Buck’s for a drink. Your pale skin and bright hair stood out in the smoky, dimly lit bar, and he couldn’t help but stare. “Well, ain’t you a sight,” he said, flashing his trademark smirk.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was teasing or genuinely interested, but Dally didn’t waste any time making it clear he was intrigued. He’d swagger over, lean against the bar, and say, “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this? Lookin’ for trouble?”

Dally was fascinated by your appearance. He wasn’t used to seeing someone so unique, and he made it a point to tell you just how stunning you were sometimes in the bluntest, most Dally way possible. “You’re somethin’ else, doll. Never seen anyone like you, and I’ve been around.”

He loved the way people’s eyes lingered on you when you were together. It fed his ego to know he had someone as striking as you by his side. If anyone dared to say something rude, though, Dally wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch. “Got somethin’ to say? Didn’t think so.”

Dally was surprisingly attentive when it came to your albinism. He’d tease you about being a “snow angel” or “ghost,” He’d casually hand you his jacket if you forgot to bring something to cover up. “Don’t need you fryin’ out here, babe.”

He wasn’t the type to outright say how much he cared, but his actions spoke louder than words. Whether it was making sure you stayed out of trouble or keeping people from bothering you, Dally always had your back.

He loved your hair. He’d run his fingers through it, tug it gently, or just brush it back while giving you that cocky grin. “Soft as hell,” he’d mutter, almost like he was talking to himself.

Despite his tough exterior, Dally had a soft spot for you. You brought out a gentler side of him that few people ever saw. He’d still act like a rebel, but around you, he’d lower his walls just enough to let you see the real him.

The gang noticed the change in him when you were around. He was still Dally rough, cocky, and wild but they could see how protective he was of you. Even TwoBit joked, “Looks like Dally’s finally gone soft,” earning a glare from him.

Dally loved taking you on reckless adventures. Whether it was sneaking into movies, speeding down empty roads, or getting into places you weren’t supposed to be, he made sure life with him was never boring.

When you felt self-conscious about standing out, Dally wouldn’t sugarcoat his response. “So what if people stare? Let ‘em. They’re just jealous they’ll never look as good as you do, doll.”

He loved showing you off, especially in public. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he’d smirk at anyone who dared to look your way. “Yeah, they’re with me. Got a problem with that?”

On rare, quiet nights, he’d open up to you about his rough life, surprised by how much comfort your presence gave him. He’d never admit it outright, but being with you made him feel like maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

One night, after a particularly wild day, he turned to you with a serious look in his eyes and said, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, doll. Don’t let it go to your head, though.”

Steve Randle

Steve first noticed you at the DX when you came in to get your car checked out. He was working under the hood of a car, but when you walked in, he nearly dropped his wrench. “Holy smokes,” he muttered under his breath, barely able to keep his cool.

Unlike Soda, who was always smooth with compliments, Steve’s reaction to you was clumsy. “Uh, you need… uh… gas or somethin’? Wait, no, you’re here for the car. Obviously.” It was awkward but endearing.

He was fascinated by your looks but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Instead of outright saying something, he’d sneak little glances your way, trying to act casual. It was Soda who eventually teased him into actually asking you out.

Steve loved working on your car just so he had an excuse to see you. He’d take extra care to make sure everything was perfect, even throwing in a free tune up here and there. “Gotta keep your ride running smooth, just like you.”

He quickly learned about your albinism when you explained why you always wore sunglasses and avoided the sun. Steve didn’t know much about it but was eager to learn. “So, sunscreen’s, like, a must, huh? Don’t worry I’ll keep some in the car for you.”

He loved showing you off to people, especially when they stared. Wrapping an arm around you, he’d smirk and say, “Yeah, they’re with me. Bet you’ve never seen anyone like them, huh?”

Steve could get hot headed if anyone said something rude about you. He wouldn’t hesitate to throw hands if he thought someone was disrespecting you. “Got somethin’ to say? Say it to me.”

The gang teased Steve endlessly about how much he adored you, but he didn’t care. “Yeah, I’m whipped. So what?” he’d say, shrugging it off with a grin.

Steve loved taking you for rides in his car, especially at night when the sun wasn’t a problem. He’d crank up the radio, roll down the windows, and let you feel the wind in your hair as he drove around town.

He wasn’t great with words, but he’d always find little ways to show how much he cared like fixing things for you, bringing you your favorite snacks, or surprising you with a mixtape of songs that reminded him of you.

On days when you felt self conscious about your albinism, Steve wouldn’t let you dwell on it. “Babe, you’re a knockout. People don’t stare ‘cause you’re weird they stare ‘cause they’ve never seen anything as gorgeous as you.”

One time, he caught himself staring at you while you were talking to Ponyboy about books. When you asked what he was looking at, he just smirked and said, “My baby, that’s what. Can’t blame me, can ya?”

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit first saw you at the movies when you were sitting in the row ahead of him. He couldn’t help but lean forward and crack a joke about the film, just to get your attention. When you laughed, he was hooked.

After the movie, he practically ran after you to introduce himself. “So, do I get the honor of knowing the name of the prettiest person in the theater?” he’d ask with his signature grin.

Two-Bit loved teasing you, but it was always playful and never mean-spirited. He’d call you things like “Snowflake” but the way he said it always made you laugh instead of cringe.

He was completely fascinated by your appearance. “You look like you belong on one of those fancy magazine covers,” he’d say with a smirk. “Maybe I should start carrying a camera around just to keep up with you.”

The first time he learned about your albinism, he made a big deal about how cool it was. “Wait, so you’re, like, one in a million? That’s wild. I always knew I had good taste.”

Two-Bit was incredibly protective in his own goofy way. If someone stared at you too long, he’d walk up to them and say, “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” If they kept it up, his tone would shift to something sharper. “You deaf, pal? Move it.”

He loved to joke about how pale you were, but he always followed it up with a compliment. “You’re so bright, you’re putting the sun to shame. No wonder I need sunglasses around you.”

The gang quickly noticed how smitten he was. They’d tease him relentlessly, but he’d just shrug and grin. “What can I say? I’m a lucky guy. Not everyone gets a snow angel for a partner .”

Two-Bit loved taking you on silly adventures, like sneaking into drive ins or pranking random people in the neighborhood. “Life’s too short to be boring, babe. Let’s make some memories.”

He was surprisingly sweet when it came to taking care of you. He’d always remind you to put on sunscreen or bring sunglasses, even jokingly offering to carry an umbrella for shade. “Gotta keep my snowflake from melting.”

If you ever felt self conscious about your albinism, Two-Bit would immediately shut it down with his humor and charm. “Babe, if everyone else doesn’t see how gorgeous you are, that’s their loss. Guess that means I get you all to myself.”

He loved showing you off in public. “Yep, that’s my mine,” he’d say with a cocky grin whenever someone glanced your way. “Go ahead and look, but don’t touch. They’re taken.”

One time, he surprised you with a snow globe he found at a thrift shop. “Look! It reminded me of you tiny, perfect, and way outta my league.”

Late at night, when the two of you were alone, his goofy side would fade, and he’d get more serious. “You know I’m crazy about you, right? Don’t need to change a thing about yourself, doll. You’re perfect as is.”

Tim Shepard

Tim first saw you hanging around the neighborhood, and while he didn’t usually stop to notice people, you caught his eye immediately. Your pale skin, white hair, and quiet confidence stood out in a world of chaos.

He wasn’t the type to stumble over his words, so he walked right up to you, smirking. “You lost, or do you just like hangin’ out in rough neighborhoods?” When you fired back a sassy response, he knew you were someone he wanted to know better.

Tim was intrigued by your albinism, though he didn’t make a big deal out of it. He’d ask a few questions here and there, always casual, but it was clear he found your uniqueness fascinating.

He loved the way you stood out from everyone else. “You’re not like the other people around here,” he’d say, his voice low and sincere. “And that’s a good thing.”

Tim wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but he was fiercely protective of you. If anyone stared too long or made a rude comment, they’d get a cold glare or worse.

Despite his tough exterior, Tim had a soft spot for you. He’d go out of his way to make sure you were safe and comfortable, even if it meant slowing down his usually chaotic lifestyle.

The Shepard gang respected you immediately because of how much Tim cared about you. Nobody dared to mess with you, knowing full well Tim would make them regret it.

Tim wasn’t much for words, but his actions spoke volumes. He’d walk you home after dark, make sure you ate when you were too busy to remember, and even fix things around your house without being asked.

You brought out a softer side of him that few people ever saw. While he was still tough and intimidating to everyone else, with you, he was patient and gentle.

On tough days, when you felt self conscious about standing out, Tim would sit beside you, his hand resting on your knee. “Look, you’re not just different you’re better. They don’t like it? Screw ‘em. You’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

He wasn’t big on romantic gestures, but he had his moments. Once, he carved your initials into a tree in the lot where his gang hung out, grinning as he showed you. “Figured I’d make it official.”

Tim loved taking you for rides in his car , especially at night when the world felt quiet. He’d let you wrap your arms around him as he sped through the streets, the wind in your hair. “Ain’t nobody out here but us, doll. Feels nice, don’t it?”

Despite his rough and tumble lifestyle, Tim was incredibly careful with you. He made sure you never felt like you had to change who you were to fit into his world. “You’re already perfect,” he’d say, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Curly Shepard

Curly first noticed you at a party when one of his friends pointed you out, saying, “Look at that angel over there.” At first, he rolled his eyes, but when he turned and saw you, his cocky smirk faltered. He wasn’t expecting someone who looked so… different and stunning.

He sauntered over to you with that signature swagger, crossing his arms and flashing you a grin. “So, what’s someone like you doin’ at a party like this? Slummin’ it with us hoods?” He meant it as a joke, but he couldn’t help the genuine curiosity in his tone.

Curly was the type to tease you relentlessly, calling you “Snow White” or “Frostbite,” but there was never any malice behind his words. If anything, it was his way of flirting and he loved how flustered you’d get.

He was fascinated by your albinism but didn’t ask a million questions like most people did. Instead, he’d make casual observations, like, “Your hair’s brighter than the streetlights, babe,” or, “You’re the first person I’ve met who can outshine the moon.”

Curly was protective to the extreme. If anyone stared at you too long or said something stupid, he’d immediately step in, cracking his knuckles and smirking dangerously. “ you got 3 seconds to apologize or I’m going to knock your face in’.”

He loved showing you off, especially to his gang. “Yeah, they’re with me,” he’d say proudly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Ain’t they somethin’?”

Curly had no problem stealing things for you. If you mentioned wanting something, he’d show up with it the next day, shrugging nonchalantly when you asked how he got it. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe. Just call it a gift.”

He was always playful, constantly messing with you in the cutest ways. He’d steal your sunglasses, hold them above your head, and laugh as you tried to grab them back. “C’mon, you don’t need these. You’re already too cool.”

If you ever felt self conscious about standing out, Curly would be quick to shut it down. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? They’re just jealous they ain’t half as good lookin’ as you.”

He had a wild side and loved dragging you along on his adventures, whether it was sneaking into drive-ins, racing through town on a stolen bike, or just causing trouble in the neighborhood. “Stick with me, doll. Life’s never boring when you’re rollin’ with Curly Shepard.”

Despite his tough exterior, Curly had a soft side that he only showed to you. When it was just the two of you, he’d let his guard down, resting his head in your lap or holding your hand while you talked about everything and nothing.

He wasn’t great with romantic words, but he’d show his affection through his actions. Whether it was giving you his jacket on a chilly night or showing up to your house at midnight just to see you, he always found a way to remind you how much he cared.

One night, as the two of you sat on the hood of his car, staring at the stars, Curly turned to you and said, “You know, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I mean it.”

[hauntingkiki]

finally decided to take a shot at the SFW Alphabet, since i’ve never done one😓

and why not do it for our favorite, sloan:3

Sloan Camron SFW Alphabet

Overwatch

2nd POV

^ a fun lil playlist i made:3

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

- they are a very affectionate person! they always have to have a hand on you, like i said in the basic headcannons, they like having their arm wrapped around your waist/shoulders, or even holding your hand!

- kissing on the job isn't their go to, unless you're out party or just hanging out with coworkers!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

- in the beginning, they were very chatty. they would tell you random facts that they know, random stories, etc. they were a little overwhelming but, as time went on, they mellowed out and you got used to their chatter

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

- they are the biggest cuddle bug known to mankind.

- they mainly prefer to be the big spoon in some way, just any position where they're holding you is their go to!

- but if work was very stressful OR if they've been gone for weeks or even months, they would want to be held by you :)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

- they would love to settle down with you! but, it would definitely be a few years until you both did settle down due to your jobs and overwatch being a huge part of your lives, it's something you both have done for years! you can't just leave in a heart beat

- sloan is definitely the chef while you do the cleaning around the house.

- they'll make their 'camron family' dishes for you, which have been passed down for generations in their family! (they'll wash the dishes after diner)

- and you'll just sweep/vacuum, dust, clean the bathrooms.

-and you both have shared chores that you both do, like making the bed, grocery shopping, doing the laundry, etc.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

- i personally don't think that they'll ever break up with you (also based off of some other headcannons and sfw alphabets that i've seen). they're in it for the long run, and they don't want to loose someone as amazing as you!

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

- they would definitely want to marry you, but, with work interfering with both of your lives, marriage would definitely be a later priority

- and like i said in Ending, they're in it for the long run, and hopefully you're the same!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

- sloan is very strong (physically), and they're very aware of this aspect. like if you two horse around in your shared apartment, they'll playfully throw you on the couch/bed, but they'll never use their strength to hurt you in any physical way.

- in other words, they are a gentle giant both emotionally and physically, their emotional side a little more since they go to you about anything and everything

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

- like in Cuddle and Affection, they're very touchy so of course they love hugs and will do it as often as they can!:3

- if they haven't seen you in weeks/months due to work, then they would pick you up and spin you around. but if you're walking into their work a little late, then they'll throw their arms around you whist squeezing you gently

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

- probably after a few weeks into dating, they would let it slip by accident

- you fell ill and didn't show up to work, so sloan made a trip over to your place to you to make sure you were okay. they would make you some family dish and spoon feed it to you since they didn't want you to 'overwork' yourself. while giving you some of their food, they'd chuckle out and "i love you.", which you'd smile, swallow your food and say "i love you too." before going into a coughing fit

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

- they aren't really the jealous type, trusting you with their LIFE. i mean, you picked them out of EVERYONE! what's there to be jealous of?!

- but there would be a few times that they did get jealous, and that would be if someone was making you extremely uncomfortable, then they would get very touchy with you and start kissing you in front of said person as a "fuck off; i bagged this baddie"

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

- their kisses are very passionate and sweet, even if they're a peck on the cheek, you can feel the passion in that short moment. they have a faint orange taste, from their chapstick, and they have a faint earthy taste to them too (probably from them touching their face after manhandling a bunch of rocks and whatnot)

- they loved to be kissed anywhere on their face (preferably cheeks, lips, temple), on their tattoos, and sometimes their hands!

- they love kissing you on the lips and hands! and if you two are home alone and you're wearing a tanktop/lowcut shirt, they'll kiss you on your collarbones

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

- (kinda a headcannon) since they have a HUGE family, bunch of aunts, uncles, siblings, cousins etc, they are very good with children! at family gatherings, they will pry their nieces and nephews off of their parents and just hang out with them:)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

- they usually wake up before you, like an hour or so, so while they wait they'll be reading on of their many history books while they wait for you to wake up:)

- unless it was a rough night where you had to sleep on the couch, they'll call out for you while looking around the apartment before joining you on the small ass couch, which wakes you up.

"Y/N?? oh, there you are." *squeezes next to you on the couch*(aka laying on top of you)

*gasping for air* "SLOAN GET OFF!!"

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

- surprisingly, getting ready for bed is quite easy for the two of you, unlike the other half of the day.

- your routine;

shower(if necessary)

change into pajamas

brush your teeth

get into bed (plus anything else you do to get ready for bed)

- sloan's routine;

clean piercing

shower

change into pajamas

brush their teeth

get into bed

- the two of you will fall asleep with sloan holding you, your head in their chest while you listen to their heart beat

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

- when you two started off as friends, they kinda already ripped the bandaid off, talking about their life and whatnot

- but as you two got closer and started dating, they started to share more personal things about themselves to you that not many know about, so they trust you very much

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

- it takes a lot for sloan to break down, but if someone pushes their buttons just right, they might crack.

- and they usually get more frustrated with themselves than at you, so they'll just need a quick breather to calm down before talking to you about their feelings

- they would NEVER in a million years, use you as an outlet to let their anger out, they're not that kind of person and believe that people who do that to others are horrible human beings

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

- "n/n!! look at what i got you!"

"you got me tickets for (fav. band)?!"

"yeah! i remembered you said you liked them during our first sleepover!"

"...MONTHS AGO."

- they will not forget anything you say, they have lists a upon lists of all of your favorite things and things you dislike

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

- they definitely love when you two first met, your milestone anniversaries (6 months, 1 year, etc.)

- they love all their moments with you! just hanging out with them is the best!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

- they can be somewhat protective, like i said in Jealousy, they trust you so much, they aren't very protective

- they usually protect you during matches when you're loosing a fight

- when the two of you are exploring/in caves, sloan is more cautious than protective, having you at their HIP at all times in case something falls

- they LOVE IT when you come in to help them in a fight during a match, gives them butterflies!

- they also enjoy it when you act a little bitchy towards people who were being mean to them/giving them weird looks, makes them all flustered:3 (besides their coworkers, they all fuck with each other and make harmless jabs with everyone)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

- you know damn well they would spend their life savings on something to make you the happiest!

- they put in so much time and effort into gifts, dates, anniversaries, you sometimes have to postpone them due to how much effort they're putting into them

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

- one habit of theirs is their unstoppable chatter. and they're aware of this, and they're working on it!

- and another habit is when they take up the whole bed

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

- sloan isn't too worried about their looks, unless it's an important event (family hangout, date, anniversary, etc.) otherwise, if you both are just eating ramen in your apartment, they couldn't care less

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

- yes. no question asked.

- NEXT!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

- their grandma (their dads mom) was also an archeologist! so sloan has a really good bond with her!(id like to believe that she’s the one sloan talks about in the game)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

- someone who doesn't want to try new things. sloan wants someone who's willing to try and experience their hobbies and vise versa.

- they also don't want anyone who shits on anyone in their (sloan's) family. their family is everything to them, sloan's family is their rock (pun intended) and they love everyone equally

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

- you will fall asleep in their arms and you will wake up in their arms. yes, a different sleeping position, but you'll be in their hold no matter what

- they're a light snorer, which is very good

- heavy sleeper too, all thanks to all the noise in their house growing up

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if you guys are interested, i MIGHT do the nsfw one, but only if that's something you guys are wanting to read!:)

[ponderingmoonlight]

Saw that you love the sister of jjk character trope & i live it as well and have been reading all your fics bc of this and how well you write🖤

i also had some ideas for that trope: gojos little sister X megumi (kinda like childhood friends to lovers, maybe the sister is not as cocky as gojo but rather warm/friendly bc gojo always protected her from the harsh jujutsu world) - idk if this made sense lol

Hi dear, thank you so much for reaching out with that precious request of yours 🤍 I really enjoyed writing this for you, please let me know what you think!

Gojo's little sister kissing her childhood crush Megumi for the first time at Shibuya

Pairing: Gojo's little sister x Megumi

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Even though your brother told you over and over to stay away from Shibuya, you are on your way to save him when you fall into the open arms of Megumi. Is this the right time to finally confess your feelings to your childhood crush?

Warnings: a little angst, friends to lovers, this is the comfort I needed with my boy Megumi

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„Megumi“, you breathe out, your trembling arms wrapping themselves around the boy in front of you as if your life’s depending on in.

You never thought something like this would happen. Shibuya going up in flames, people around you dying like flies, all that blood and…

Your big brother getting sealed. When you received the news in form of Yuji shouting it into the whole city, your blood froze. Satoru Gojo, the strongest of them all. Satoru Gojo, the man who protected you from every harm this world has to offer. Satoru Gojo, your beloved big brother.

Sealed.

How did this happen? How were they even able to catch him? You swallow hard. That doesn’t matter right now. What had priority been finding Megumi and figuring everything out together.

“(y/n), thank god you’re alright.”

Your smell calms his tingling nerves down in an instant, making the world around him seem just fine for a split second. You are here, you are unharmed, you are alive. God, how much he thought of you over these last hours, how much he begged into the darkness that you’ll be in good company with Toge. And now you’re here, standing right in front oh him, hugging him like never before.

“I’m scared”, you admit, eyes threadfully glossy in the dim city lights.

Megumi’s heart breaks in an instant. He hates seeing you like this, he always did.

“But that’s not fair!”, you cried out, tears already running down your puffy cheek.

Satoru sent you and Megumi to school together. It just made sense, given you were the same age with Megumi being a few days older than you.

“What are you gonna do about it,h uh? Send your big brother like you always do?”, the boy in front of you annoyed you, holding your lunch so high up in the air that you had no chance of grabbing it yourself.

“Leave her alone”, Megumi insisted from behind, staring at the much taller boy with so much despite in his gaze that all his friends walked aside.

“Or what, loser? Both of you go cry about it?”

With a swift motion, Megumi was able to sweep him off his feet, landing butt first onto the harsh ground. He grabbed your lunchbox in an instant, pulling you away from the scene with no hesitation.

“Just call for me when they bug you again.”

“T-thank y-you”, you stuttered, eyes fixated on the gorgeous boy in front of you.

You were never a cry baby, but when you cried, there was always a reason behind your tears – just like now. You are extraordinary strong while also being soft and gentle. Despite the fact that you are the sister of none other than Satoru Gojo, you are as warm as the sun, tender in every way. And since he first laid his eyes on you, Megumi knew it was his responsibility to keep his attention exclusively on you.

“I know it’s been rough, but we have to keep going. Your brother would hate seeing you like this.”

“My brother should have killed them when he had the chance to. Looks like it’s on us now, Megumi”, you reply, wiping away the stain of tears with the back of your hand.

“How are you? Did you get injured, is that a bruise on your forehead?”

When your fingers gently start to caress his wounded skin, it seems like you’ve started a firework within him. You were never more than childhood friends. Damn, Megumi knows you longer than anyone else apart from his sister. But within the last couple of years, he began to notice the striking glimmer in your eyes, how your hair waved so whimsical in the wind, the way your laugh lights up his heart. It became painfully obvious that it wasn’t a friendship for him anymore. No, he longed for your touch every time he saw you, he began to imagine how it might feel to press his lips against yours, he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d want him too.

But he never mentioned a single thing. What if you freak out? Or worse, what if you laugh at him, never talk to him again? No way. If there’s a support in his life, it is you. And he wouldn’t risk any of the precious moments you have only because he can’t get a hold of his stupid feelings.

“Hey, did you hear me? Maybe you should see Shoko…”

“Oh, no! N-no need f-for that…”, Megumi mutters uncomfortably, scratching the back of his head like he always does when his mind drifts away and he wasn’t paying attention.

“Where are the others?”

“Itadori is on his way to your brother as well as the rest. You and Toge…?”

“Yes, we evacuated all humans from this area. Whatever happens here will harm no soul”, you assure him with a kind smile.

It was always your priority to make others feel save. Megumi always admired you for your protective instinct when it comes to non-jujutsu sorcerers or animals. Yes, it seems like you love every living being on this planet.

Despite curses.

“Let’s get going, shall we? Satoru needs to be freed if we want this fight to end”, you suddenly rip him out of his daydreaming.

“Alone?”, he questions, running after you like a lost puppy before getting a hold of your arm.

“We need to try. He is my big brother, Megumi. It is my responsibility to save him. After all, he always did everything he could to save me”, you explain briefly.

God, how much Megumi hates to admit that you are right, that he’d do the same thing if he’d walk in your shoes. But this is about your safety. And after facing two special grades and that ridiculously strong guy, he can’t risk to let you walk in there with only him by your side.

“(y/n), I know you want to free him, but we are grade 2 sorcerers. To even have a chance, we need to team up with the others. Also, I felt Sukuna’s presence and I’m sure you did too. You’d risk your life, I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to die because of him.”

Megumi’s urgent gaze seems to pierce right through you, his touch sending shivers down your spine. God, how much you hate that he’s right, that Satoru would kill you twice if you get only injured in the process of trying to save him.

“I want you to stay out of Shibuya, (y/n)”, he instructed you before leaving Jujutsu High, voice as serious as never before.

“But I can help! I’m a grade 2 sorcerer and Megumi-“

“(y/n)”, he interrupted you immediately, grabbing your face so urgently that you just have to stare at his exposed bright blue orbs.

“I would never forgive myself if you get hurt there and Megumi definitely feels the same way. Something big is happening at Shibuya, something I can’t put my finger on. You are too good to be dragged into this, though. Stay here and wait until I return, okay? Love ya.”

And with one last small kiss on your forehead, he was gone, leaving to get sealed right here at Shibuya. What are you supposed to do? You aren’t dumb, whoever was possible to trap your big brother must be damned strong. But you can just stay behind and do nothing, right? Isn’t it your job to at least try?

You can’t put your thought to an end. Faster than you are able to react, Megumi grabs your body and pulls you close to his chest. Just in time. Just before a huge shock wave washes over both of you and sweeps you off your feet.

It’s hard to breathe. For a moment, you just lay there with that sudden weight lying on your body, trying to process what’s happening.

“(y/n), are you alight?”

His angelic voice. His oh so sweet voice you long for every single day, the voice that haunts you in your dreams, the voice you love despite never saying it out loud.

“Megumi”, you breathe out.

Your eyes flutter open, heart stopping for a second. Oh god, is that Megumi laying on top of you?

“Did you get hurt? We need to get going, it seems like there’s a fight going on”, he explains briefly.

You let out your breath, staring at him through glossy eyes. Megumi Fushiguro is laying on top of you. Megumi Fushiguro, the boy you learned to love years ago, has his body pressed against yours. Your heart pounds hard against your ribcage, gaze completely captivated by the suddenly so inviting sight of his lips. How often you wondered how it must feel to kiss him.

But what if he doesn’t feel the same way? He might see you more as his sister than something else. No wonder, you basically grew up together since being 6.

“(y/n)?”

The way your eyes are set on his lips simply drives him insane. Why are you looking at him like that, what has gotten into you? Are you maybe…No. He shakes his head slightly. There is absolutely no chance you think about kissing him too, there is no way your face draws towards his, there is no way-

You kiss him. Despite everything you’ve been through together, despite he never thought about you actually liking him back, you press your lips softly against his while closing your eyes. Instinctively, his lids get heavy while his hands gently cup your cheeks. Oh god, how delicious you taste, how good your body feels against his. How many nights did he imagine you laying in his arms like that? Megumi lost count long ago. But oh, the reality feels so much better. Despite the growing heat around you both, despite the countless explosions over your heads, all he can think about is the way you feel.

“I know we’re just friends but…I want you to be more than that. I wanted you to be more than that for so long”, you hush against his lips.

You look just like a dream underneath him with that slight blush heating up your cheeks and the way you look at him all flustered. Did this really just happen, did you really just kiss him all of the sudden at Shibuya?

“Me too”, he replies automatically.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, (y/n).”

Maybe it was good to not listen to your big brother this time. Maybe everything will turn out alright with Megumi holding your hand and death tingling your back.

[ducktracy]

souhh, as a looney tunes buff, what’re your condolences on this (self-imposed or not) decision on LTC to not have 40’s-era daffy interact with bugs?

(this is prolly somethin’ i’d ask ya on discord, but i haven’t heard from that in a while (and also sorry for gettin’ nosy))

hey!! i’m very sorry to you and everyone whose left DMs on Discord or otherwise, i’ve been very very busy and a bit overwhelmed by a looooot of messages from a lot of people, so i haven’t had a proper chance to sit down and dedicate my full attention to respond (i know it’s hypocritical of me to answer asks heh, but it’s more self contained and im kinda doing it as a way to psyche myself up to answering 80+ Discord messages) so i thank you for your patience and understanding :)

but to answer your question: i largely, yet reluctantly agree.. i was discussing the Bugs and Daffy cartoon that never was with friends in another server, and someone very accurately described it as being beneath both characters’ M-Os. obviously we just got a little snippet, not the whole thing, so who’s to say—but what we have does seem more comparable to a sort of story done at Walter Lantz (Bugs and Daffy present Pantry Panic) or Terrytoons rather than a tried and true WB short made for the characters’ strengths in mind. it was probably best that it was scrapped for that reason—i’d be interested to see the remainder of the boards, but it does feel like a rather nonspecific story to give them that doesn’t play to either of their strengths, and that’s especially a bit of a priority with the high standard these directors and writers have set for themselves

the contrarian and stubbornness in me still thinks its possible, but i think you are going to end up with some standard of redundancy by pairing up “wacky” Daffy and a wilier Bugs. there will be little differences and quirks, and i focus a lot on these differences and quirks and that’s sort of what’s led me to beat my drum about GUYS THEY’D BE TOTALLY DIFFERENT!, but the bigger picture just paints one of redundancy. i’m sure it’s possible, especially done by people who truly know the ins and outs of the characters (and i love my LTC friends and kin, this is not a knock against you at all, you guys are truly wonderful and should know my fanaticism i hold for you and the show! but i have a lot of critiques for how Daffy is portrayed in LTC in particular, a lot of the nuances and delicacies of Daffy’s more screwball persona are really missed and so i wonder just how successfully that would’ve panned out…. it sounds like they were aware of this too, judging by the message here), but i maintain my position that Bugs and Daffy are characters who weren’t really ever meant to be together, at least not without a major magnification (ie rehaul.. i’m pedantic, Daffy has always had the qualities of the Jones duck even at some of his most primitive) of certain traits to make it work. and it’s not all on Daffy, either, poor Bugs had to be relegated to a life of boring domesticity and apathy.. it’s not a coincidence that my favorite incarnations of each character are when they behave the most similarly.

otherwise you end up with two Daffys or two Bugses, both very strong personalities that clash and override each other into redundancy rather than compliment. what purpose does one serve that the other couldn’t, etc. there are nuances and differences, but largely, structurally, speaking in generalizations, there’s just too much overlap. even in “canon” instances where we have them interacting together in this time period, like this radio bit, they sort of exist adjacently between one another rather than any meaningful interaction

what is interesting though is that the Dell comics have tried pairing them up on occasion! i don’t have the full story on hand right now as it’s been a few years since i found it, but there was one story where they’re together and Daffy actually comes out on top! though there’s certainly more of that conflict/embitterment from Daffy to make them stand out, even then

though something i noticed the other day in regards to the Bugs and Daffy planned cartoon news.. i could still be stretching, but i thought it was interesting:

[billyvell]

I think it's complicated because, I can kinda see the show possibly framing this as Lochy acting predatory towards Saxon, which, it's not what I want, and like I said, not what I think of it when looking at the whole situation objectively. But I kinda get why people are throwing that around. I think we'll have to wait and see how things are gonna go on the next episode, and even the ones after that, to fully grasp what's the truth of this situation.

Well, I don't see how Lochy is being predatory at all? Because he's attracted to Saxon in the first place? That's not convincing for me, and I can't stand that so many fans just run with that.

Saxon is significantly older, allegedly more mature and responsible. Saxon got him drinking alcohol in the first place, Chloe offered Lochy drugs. Chloe (with Chelsea's tacit approval) dared the boys to kiss each other. Lochy pecked Saxon on the lips and laughed, then Chloe demanded more, so he kissed Saxon on the lips again (more like on the chin if you go frame by frame) and held his face, for 5 seconds, still an utterly chaste kiss. Saxon looked weirded out.

That's it. If that's considered sexual assault then Saxon already assaulted Lochy by swinging his ass and dick around and talking about porn and masturbating in episode one.

The fans who are disgusted with Lochy piss me off, because to me, this isn't literal incest. It reads as a gay coded character getting to express his carefully concealed attraction for a straight coded character, and if the fans had it their way, he would be crushed like a bug and ostracized forever. He's irredeemably predatory and creepy. This hits a little too close to home for me. I've had feelings for straight men, never acted on them, but made the mistake of verbalizing it to so-called friends who immediately acted like I was a sexual predator. That shit hurts.

If this were literal incest, they would be mad at the pretty unambiguous victim of his groomer brother. That's why I brought real life into it. No matter how you slice it, the fans who are disgusted with Lochy have all their priorities wrong.

I'm not saying Lochy is a naive little lamb like a lot of the defenders do. But I just don't accept the interpretation that he's being predatory. He's not helpless, he has agency, but I still see a lot of innocence in his actions, even if they involve drugs and alcohol and incest. He's a dumb sheltered kid who's never done this before. He's attracted to his brother and he's acting on it only because he's so inebriated and other people are cheering him on. And his actions (so far) are just two fairly innocent kisses.

I agree with you though, I think Saxon also has deeply buried feelings for Lochy, which in my opinion would raise a lot more red flags lol. Saxon also majorly gives sheltered kid but since he's older, he's learned to project confidence and swagger when he feels awkward or vulnerable. I think Lochy is exposing that vulnerable side of Saxon, which will make Chloe/Chelsea more attracted to him, hence the foursome (I have no idea what specifically will go down).

I don't mean to keep dumping essays on you, this fandom is just getting on my nerves and you're the first blog I saw who doesn't think Lochy is a creep and who also doesn't oversexualize the "evil manipulative twink yas!" of it all like Twitter gays do. That's why I also don't like the "Well Lochy is just turning around Saxon's creepiness back on him, don't feel bad for Saxon," because I don't think Lochy's even doing that. But we'll see what happens.

It's less than I agree with the idea and more that I can sadly see the writers somewhat going with that, you know? I mean, I have some hope that they won't like, actually villanize Lochy, but they might go with the idea that the incest is "his fault".

The fact that they have Saxon literally say "I don't take drugs so don't take advantage of me" makes me a little scared, even though, like you said, that would be Chloe's fault and not to mention his own for drinking so much.

I think there's also the possibility that Saxon will blame Lochy for it because he's freaked out at what he did, and media illiterate people will take it at face value and not be able to understand that this is just him being in denial and not the objective truth... Because if it is really all on Lochy and he has no responsability than that's... kinda cheap? Like as storytelling? I want Saxon to have some responsability and have to deal with the fact that he did something, even if his first instinct is to keep repressing it.

And I say all of this while making the assumption that *something more* is gonna happen in the next episode of course, cause if it's just about the kiss than to consider that as some kind of assault or even something bad to blame Lochy for is indeed so ludicrous that I wouldn't even entertain the idea. It was playful and on a pretty light-hearted context.

I think stuff like calling him mischevious and diabolical is fine, if it's not meant as an offense. Most people are indeed not analyzing things and taking it as seriously as we are, but even some who are can also makes jokes like that and not mean anything by it (I know cause I know people also saying stuff like that while actually understanding him on a more serious level).

I know it might come off like that, but I swear I'm not trying to dismiss your feelings anon, just saying that maybe if you think like that + accept that some of the general audience will misunderstand him and the storyline as a whole bc "incest bad", it'll probably make it easier. Like that is kinda what I've been doing, instead of being upset at the people who are scandalized by the incest I just find it amusing. Unless someone is actually treating it as a serious social issue and judging people for shipping it, I won't be upset.

[hpowellsmith]

Happy birthday, Royal Affairs!

It's been a year since Royal Affairs came out and I've been over the moon about how it's been received. It's meant that I've been able to write full-time, make Honor Bound as rich and detailed at high speed, and do a lot of physical and mental health recovery after various periods of burnout. I'm really grateful for everyone's support, here and elsewhere, and it really makes a huge difference.

I had so much fun returning to the characters after a while away for the epilogue - if you enjoyed the game at release and haven't replayed for the epilogue, I very much recommend giving it a go!

After beta testing, I wrote up a retrospective about what came up and how I organised my work. I thought I'd share it for some insight into my process, for players and authors. Here it is:

In Crème de la Crème I ended up adding large branches to the plot during beta, but I was fortunate not to have to do it this time around. Mostly it was building on what was there or bringing certain things to the forefront, or adding a few different ways of navigating situations.

As feedback came in, I was lucky enough to have so much that it became unwieldy to act on it in one go, so I made a priority list.

Highest priority was game breaking bugs or large continuity problems like Dominique's final game scene switching to Beaumont's.

High priority was smaller continuity bugs like the game confusing who you were romancing or whether you had or hadn't done a particular action earlier.

Medium priority was things like small scene additions or multi romance responses, or tweaking first impressions of characters, and so on.

Low priority was nice-to-haves like allowing a character to be romanced only late on.

Alongside this, I fixed typos and made small adjustments - easy wins that added polished. There were also some major sweeps that I did: a stat test clarity sweep, a stat change sweep, a reduction of tests in casual conversations, and repetitive words or phrases.

Stat test clarity:

I picked 3-4 stat tests at random from each chapter, copied their text into a separate document, and highlighted words that reflected the stats. For example: for Authoritative I had things like "I order them to..." "I tell them what to do", "I stay aloof to maintain my authority..." and so on. I edited testing choices to include these keywords, and also edited the stat guide to include them.

Checking all this had the side effect of helping me spot unnecessary tests or points where the stat being tested just didn't match the situation at hand.

Stat changes:

There are a lot of points where stats can change, and not all of them made sense at the start of beta. I did variations of this sweep several times, including the Action Skills, NPC stats, and adding a lot more chances to boost your Powers of Persuasion. Again doing this check helped me spot unnecessary or unintuitive tests and changes.

Tests in casual conversations:

This was again something that I iterated several times. Some of the commentary about Crème de la Crème said that the stat tests felt punishing or too difficult, and an early playtest from my wife flagged that some of the tests in Royal Affairs felt unfair. Why should a character's relationship reduce when you're trying to be affectionate, if the circumstances aren't in a state where that makes sense?

So I stripped out a lot of this, generally replacing a success/failure with flavour text (such as a Subtle MC perhaps being, well, more subtle about holding hands with someone). In some cases, where a character needs to be drawn out of themselves to talk more emotionally (Beaumont or Hyacinthe, on occasion), or they see the conversation as a contest or challenge in some way (mostly Javi or Trevelyan), I left them in. But I liked that they were a rarity rather than default.

Repetitive words or phrases

As I was writing, sometimes I noticed that I was overusing phrases, so if I got that feeling I would make a note for the sweep. In the end there wasn't as much as that as I thought, but there were a lot of qualifier-type words that reduce the impact of a sentence - "a little" was one, or "really", usually in dialogue - or filler words like "down" in sentences like "you sit down beside them".

I also looked for phrases like "you know" or "you suspect" to spot places where I could express whatever it was that the MC knows more elegantly (this is something a former colleague told me once and I've never forgotten it!)

More involved edits

With some major things that I did change, I'd put them on my to-do list before beta but they were either unwieldy and I wanted to start testing sooner rather than later, or I wanted to check whether other people agreed. It was great to have more opinions and mostly they confirmed what I'd thought. With others, I studied the feedback to gauge whether the effort of making the changes would be worth the payoff. In most cases, I decided to go for it.

In general, this stage involved adding things, including:

more worldbuilding details to give more context to the plot

more teacher interactions throughout; added scenes as well as offhand references to other classes; more about Clemence and Vere and expanded outcomes to their storyline

romanceable characters responding to players romancing other people: in the moment, checking in about where your relationship was at, and a set of final breakup conversations if it was left until the very last minute (this was a very big undertaking and would have been better to do earlier - a lesson I've taken to Honor Bound)

lengthening the main suffrage debate

adding slow-paced romance dynamics for two characters (I was really keen to do this but was disciplined about making it low priority - it was a lovely idea and I knew I'd enjoy doing it, but it was very much a nice-to-have compared to other things. I was delighted to be able to do it!)

more communal scenes with classmates to give more of a sense of living in each other's pockets

adding an option to confide in Asher about a particular plot point and for them to assist with it if wanted (I was so happy about adding this: it's one of my favourite Asher moments, even if few people see it!)

tweaking some of the friendship/romance conversations to add more emotional chat (mostly this applied to Javi and Hyacinthe; there was a bit added to Asher and Dominique at Verdancy)

more pet time

more narrative and conversational responsiveness about whether an imperilled character was romanced

more Javi asexuality chat

more detailed outfit descriptions throughout with more choices about what to wear

generally expanding some scenes to give more breathing room to important moments

In the end I added 45000 words to the game during beta testing, thanks to feedback from editor review, continuity testing, and copyediting. Testing took place during late December 2022 and January 2023, and I massively appreciate everyone who contributed to make this big game as polished as it is!

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[princess-of-thebes-bc]

You licked your lips with nervousness as you sat on the helicopter with the new team you were assigned with.

They all had tattoos and weird haircuts. Looked as if they came out of prison. You didn't like their style.

You bowed your head and held on the box of science equipment.

The Colonel introduced you to his loyal team.

You felt puny around them.

Now here you were. You sat between Zdog and the Colonel.

You could smell his cologne sandalwood with shaving cream. You liked it.

You saw him staring at you. You gave him a smile smile then looked away

Quaritch inwardly smiled. You were so well mannered. He knew you were a good person.

He felt the butterflies in his stomach when you smiled at him. What a model you are.

His life improved a lot when you moved in with him and started "dating" or whatever.

You cooked food for him. The healthy quality of handmade food gave him better health.

Not the cafeteria crap

Not to mention the way you would clean his shared room with you. Less germs. No bugs.

With the clean laundry and all that. You were an asset.

He can imagine living with you.

And not to mention the sleeping patterns. He now sleeps easily. He cannot take medicine since he is a soldier. A rule. But now you are his pill. You relax him. Give him inner peace.

The helicopter landed and Quaritch held his hand out for you. He made you stand safely in the grass.

Off the helicopter. And that is where your beautiful eyes widened. It was a natural heaven. So healthy and fresh. No industrialization. Like a country life esthetic. You hate the city life

How cozy too

The colonel watched you amazed expression with love

You were indeed so cute

He let you wonder a little.

You gathered the plants Grace told you and the team would watch. Quaritch then heard something. He motioned his team to follow him.

He will not go too far or long away from you so he followed the noise. He refused to let you die. He knew he said he will not succeed in protecting all. But, you he will make a priority.

You were done with the gathering and that was when you noticed you were alone. You decided to roam around some more. The farther you went the more beautiful the forest was. Amazing.

You hated the over devolved earth with their technologies. The old days were better.

As you continued walking, you failed to realized your mistake

Quaritch came back and chased a mean looking jaguaruan (made up predator name. Haha.)

It got scared off. The team returned but found you gone.

Holy shit

Quaritch's heart beated like bat shit crazy

Did a monster take you?

"Scout ahead!"

"yes, sir!" His team shouted in unison.

Quaritch ran quickly. You poor thing. He left you alone. It was his fault. He overestimated you. You were not a soldier. He thought if he protected you from afar would be fair judgement but not close.

He scolded himself. He was a fool for putting you in danger. His sweet delicate Name.

You were to fragile to be left on your own

He then saw your sneaker prints and then there you were. Collecting weird goddamn flowers.

He realized that you walked away instead.

"brat!"

You jumped and saw your lover heaving. Uh oh.

He grabbed your hair. You hissed and clutched his hand to ease the pain.

"You almost gave me a fuckin heart attack. I told you not to go far. You deliberately disobeyed me."

"I'm sorry colonel I forgot."

The colonel dropped his gun and let go of you. He told the mic that his team should go next to the helicopter and wait for him and told them he found you.

Then sadly it rained. Pandora rain was always harsh. Muddy soup. Your clothes were already soak. The Colonel saw your wet clothes clinging to your curvy body and saw your nipples

Fuck. He couldn't take it

He pushed you to the grass ground and began to take off your clothes

"Colonel, what are you doing!?" You tried to stop his greedy hands from lifting your blouse.

"you need to be disciplined. Besides this place is the most romantic place for us to consume our relationship rather the fucking stuffy base "

That's right. The eclipsed moon. The rain. The fresh scenery and open air. Like Adam with his eve.

Fuck.

He first began to eat you out. Your pink and wet virgin pussy

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

This was really happening

The Colonel then began to suck your perky tits and then kiss your body and all that. He wanted you to feel cherished and he wanted to complete your fantasy like every romantic woman.

He never did this to any woman he slept with in the past. Just a way to get laid

You were nervous, he knew. He then kissed you as he Inserted himself in you. He hissed in pleasurable pain as he pumped in you.

You cried. He was too thick and too long. But he kissed your tears away and continued. The blood came out but was immediately washed away from rain

He spilled his seed in you and then he collapsed on the crook of your neck. He would get you pregnant but you waited a long time for this. So, he guesses he will have to let you have fun first before making you settle down with him.

He separated from you then watched you catch your breath

He felt remorse of him being harsh in yelling at you. But you almost killed yourself.

He sighed. He then made you sit up and he dressed you. Then himself. He held your hand and made you follow him.

The team was waiting and you arrived at the base.

When you two were finally alone in his room, Quaritch immediately stripped you out of your wet clothes. He then dried you. But instead of letting you sleep. He took you again . He was again rough. Like he was waiting for this his whole life. How long was he pining for you?

"look at me " he said sternly

You looked at him in surprise.

"don't disobey me again. It's for your own good."

"I'm sorry."

Again you were cute. So innocent and well mannered. He kissed you. What a princess.

He pumped hard into you. He wanted to fill you to the brim. Full of his seed. He licked your neck.

Finally after down, he made you sleep on his chest

The next morning. The Colonel was in a good mood. His soldiers noticed. Grace knew why. She was in a good mood too. She loved her plants.

Maybe Quaritch was not so bad after all. But boy you were wrong...