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reiderwriter · 1 year ago

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hi!!! omg i’ve been following you for a bit now and i saw that it’s not only your 1k celebration(AHHHHHH OMG CONGRATS GIRL!!!) but also your birthday soon!!! So happy birthday and i hope you’re having a fantabulous day!!

If it’s not too much trouble, could i request #4 on your 1k celeb list for Spencer Reid? maybe like imagine they’re undercover in a club or at a party and reader has to dance on him for some odd reason and boy is already mad in love and now he’s got a hard on while his crush dances on him for a case and reader maybe takes mercy on him and drags him to a private place tooooooo😋😋

it’s totally okay if this isn’t to your fancy so don’t feel pressured at all!! i love your writing so much and i just know anything you write, even if you don’t write this ask or if you change it up, will be amazing!!! enjoy your birthday b and take loads of a care of yourself!💕💕

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I AM SO SORRY it took me nearly four months to get to 😭 I actually loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the birthday wishes 💖

Warnings: public sex, sex in an alleyway, talks of oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie, coworkers to lovers, spoilers for upto season 7 of Criminal Minds.

“Cover? Right now? I'm wading through three caseloads of paperwork right now, I don't have time to go gallivanting across the country for another unit.” You stressed to your Unit Chief as she smiled sympathetically at you.

“Temporary reassignment means your desk will be cleared of work when you return, I'll personally complete it myself. That is if you decide to come back.”

“It would take one hell of an offer to get me to join another team, ma'am, and you know it.”

Working under your boss Andi Swann at the Domestic Trafficking Task Force was something you took a lot of pride in. The work you did saved hundreds of women across the country, and you found justice for the ones you were too late for. It had been your second choice after you'd left the academy and a particularly ambitious one, all things considered.

“Y/N, the Behavioural Analysis Unit needs you. Now, I remember your resume as well as you do, most likely, so don't try to convince me all of the profiling credits and courses you took at the academy were solely to be used for trafficking work.”

You flushed as the woman caught you off guard. It was true that you hoped to someday be able to transfer to the aforementioned unit, but you truly still respected the woman in front of you.

Deciding that your respect trumped your human need to placate her worries about you suddenly skipping out on her, you simply cleared your throat and spoke as calmly as possible.

“What is it exactly that the BAU needs me for?”

The older woman smiled back at you and shook her head slightly before opening her mouth again.

“It seems that one of their team members needs a date.”

–X–

Having recovered from the shock of your reassignment and its details, you'd found yourself packing a few things from your desk, grabbing your go-bag, climbing into the elevator and arriving at the doors of the BAU.

You then struggled for a few minutes to open with all the things crowding your hands.

“Here let me,” a voice said from behind you, as you suddenly saw an arm come up around your side to push the door open. You followed your gaze up the arm until your back was against the door, moving backwards even as he pushed it open as your throat went dry.

The man in front of you was hot. It was as if some deity had plucked your ideal type out of your mind, moulded him with clay, and kiln fired him before placing him right back in front of you as temptation.

You were sure that minutes had passed since he'd spoken with you just staring up at him like this, but alas, you really couldn't help yourself.

“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, hoping it would diffuse the sudden awkward atmosphere that your staring had bought on. “I'm sorry, can you tell me where Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's office is?” You mumbled out, trying to clear your throat silently as you lost yourself in the strangers' gaze.

His eyes were locked on yours, and as he broke eye contact, your heart jumped as you noticed his ears were stained red, embarrassment apparently not lost on him.

“Up the stairs, first office, his name is on the door. You must be SSA Y/N.” Shocked to hear your name drop from his mouth you felt a Rusholme mortification as you studied the man once again.

Slightly messy hair, pile of books in his hand, dressed like he'd fallen into a closet at a retirement home, tall wiry frame.

Ashley Seaver's description of Doctor Spencer Reid had been spot on. Apart from the part where she had failed to mention, he was quite possibly the most attractive man on earth.

“Doctor Reid?” You asked, voice a squeak, almost scared that you were wrong despite there being no suggestion that you might be.

“How did you…?” His eyes widened with a smile as he looked back to you again, searching for answers with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“I work in Domestic Trafficking. Agent Seaver and my unit chief both gave me brief descriptions of your team so I wouldn't get bogged down with introductions when I got here.” You explained quickly for fear that he'd think you slightly stalkerish for knowing his name, even though he obviously knew yours as well.

He smiled slightly awkwardly again and gestured further inside the office, sending you off to your temporary new Unit Chief's office with a small whisper.

“I look forward to working with you.”

--X–

The debrief with Aaron Hotchner was swift and you appreciated the man's ability to cut straight to the point.

There was a killer targeting women in New York City, just like there were killers targeting women everywhere. But this one had taken specific issue with women who were social climbers, who attended events with high profile and successful men on their arms.

So far, the NYPD could link 7 homicides to the killer and were under pressure to catch the guy before Lucky Number eight.

The FBI had stepped in and suggested you be Lucky Number eight.

They'd been sent the case as a consult and provided the profile, to which the NYPD had asked for full cooperation.

Which is how you found yourself on a jet heading to New York City two hours after Andi Swann had called you into her office. Productive day.

“What does your budget look like after a year of private jet travel?” You wondered out loud as you followed Hotchner onto the plane. SSA David had followed you onto the plane as well, having tried to introduce himself earlier. You'd allowed him the moment of humility before telling him you knew exactly who he was, and he'd be surprised if anyone in the entire bureau didn't.

“Well they haven't put me on display yet, so I don't think I'm quite a fossil. Pleasure to be working with you.”

His words were kind enough, but they were a reminder of the other man you'd met earlier.

The man who had since climbed into the seat next to you, ready for the on the go case briefing.

“We've established identities for the two of you, ready for you to go in tonight to establish yourselves as bait,” Hotch explained, handing you each a personnel folder.

“Spencer, you'll be Charles Buchanan, local businessman with alleged ties to several socialite families in the Upper East Side.” That seemed to earn a few chuckles from Agent Morgan from his perch at the other end of the plane desk, but he cleverly kept his mouth shut.

“Y/N, you'll be Daisy Smith, you're a student putting herself through a graduate degree, who has turned to sugaring to cover course fees.”

“Sugaring?” Rossi asked from Hotch's side, waiting for someone to clarify.

“It's a term used to describe the act of being a sugar baby or sugar daddy. A usually non-sexual consensual relationship involving cash or other materialistic gifts.” Spencer filled in the gaps easily, without looking up from the file he was scanning ridiculously fast.

Okay, speed-reading and super intelligence check, and you were two for two on descriptions of Spencer Reid. Swann's description had also left a lot to be desired.

“We've got Garcia establishing some online profiles for the both of you currently using the images you sent us earlier. Hopefully, we were correct in our estimation of his hunting grounds, but he'll need to stalk you for a night or two before he strikes.”

You cleared your throat carefully as you finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging you the entire time.

“I'm sorry if this is forward, but is there a reason I was chosen for this assignment? I don't have much undercover experience, and I was told there were two women on your team. Was I misinformed?”

“That's correct. Unfortunately, last week, Agent Prentiss decided to take a job with Interpol in London. Agent Jareau was also recently married, so she put in leave to enjoy her honeymoon. None of the candidates we have lined up fit our Unsub's type. You do.”

“As good as I would look in a dress, you're going to be much more effective at catching this guy,” Morgan joked from the side, just as Hotch accepted a video call through to the jet.

“Morgan in a dress, sounds like one of my dreams come true.”

“Calm it, baby girl, what have you got for us?”

“Invitations to a charity ball being held in Manhattan tonight, and around 1000 hits across five sugaring platforms for Miss Y/N. If the FBI turns out to be a letdown, you have a lot of serious offers here, sweetie.” You laughed out loud at how she blasted through and diffused all the tension in your team, without even thinking to introduce herself first.

“You must be Penelope Garcia. It's nice to meet you.”

“Not as nice as it is to meet you, I promise.”

The remainder of the jet ride had been quiet if not restful, the presence of Spencer Reid a disturbingly pretty thorn in your side.

You'd sneaked glances at him multiple times, not an easy feat on a jet filled with profilers. His fingers had grazed yours as he passed you his file earlier as well, letting you read up on his new character.

What you found most distracting, though, was the now bare stretch of skin peaking out from his shirt collar.

He'd decided to take a nap at some point earlier, and now you silently cursed him for it as you looked at the splash of skin distractedly.

You could press your lips there and work your way up to his lips. Or you could go in the opposite direction and have more fun, you reminded yourself.

It seemed that image had you waking up, jerking upright so that you would not let that go any further.

This was your job. You were a professional, an FBI agent.

You weren't allowed to imagine giving this man a blow job on government time. You'd have to save that thought for after the case was closed, and you could go your separate ways, you thought.

Landing was easy and you moved straight into dress fittings and practising your story for the party later that night.

Which meant a blissful few hours without the distraction of Spencer Reid.

Luckily for you, the first dress they'd given you to wear had turned out to be a good fit, showcasing some of your more prominent assets.

It hugged your body tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and leg as well. It wasn't quite scandalous, but you knew it was definitely the kind of outfit that would stick out like a sore thumb at a socialite dinner.

Which meant it was perfect for baiting the unsub.

By 7pm, you'd been outfitted, prepped, and deposited in the back of a limousine with Spencer Reid, and you were right back at square one trying not to climb him then and there.

His outfit choice had been slightly harder, apparently, given his taller frame, but the three piece suit they'd given him was do perfect it was hard to tell it wasn't tailored to his measurements.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, whispering the words in your ear as he stroked your hand. Although the limousine driver was an undercover NYPD detective, you'd both been told to get into character as quickly as possible.

There were a series of other undercover agents being placed throughout the party tonight - Hotch was going in as a representative of the District Attorney's office, a few NYPD detectives were serving guests drinks and food, and Rossi had managed to get an invite as himself.

Morgan was left running surveillance in the van outside.

Because of your outfit and the nature of the unsubs attacks, there had been no point in trying to put a wire on you at this point in time. It'd take him a week of surveillance to pick you up anyway. Tonight would just be the start of his hunt.

So you let Spencer stroke your hand, fingers locked in his as you gave him a smile, and tried not to imagine them wrapped around his cock.

“Just a little. I think it's the dress shows off a bit more than I'm used to.” He took a second to glance down your body, as if he'd been waiting for your permission until now, and you watched his eyes pause over your chest and at where the hem sat at the top of your thighs, dangerously close to bearing everything.

“You look… beautiful. I think our unsub will like it, at least.”

You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled his hand away, ready to open the door as the car pulled up to your destination.

You surveyed the room as you walked in, trying to memorise every particularly leering smile from men as you made your way to your seat.

After half an hour, though, it seemed like catching your guy was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a creep in a room full of creeps.

It seemed like every man who talked to Spencer only glanced at you to stare down your dress, a few even attempting to pat your back and let their hands drift south.

If it weren't for the sake of the job, you'd have sucker punched some of the richest men in New York City by now. And you'd have enjoyed it.

Politely detaching himself from conversation, Spencer guided you away to the dance floor for a second. You'd planned it this way for when you needed some time privately to discuss potential suspects.

A few other couples glided around the floor as you stood chest to chest with Spencer, surprised how confidently he was handling the caseload.

His hands took their places, one on your hip, the other gripping your own as you both began to sway side to side.

“Any ideas?” He whispered in your ear as you moved delicately.

“Your 10 o’clock. Younger son of the Johnson family. He’s been sat glaring at me for 10 minutes despite his mother's attempts to network for him.”

“It fits the profile, absent father, overbearing mother. He has obvious disdain for you. Is there anyone else?” His words were hot against your skin as you looked up at him, finding your lips surprisingly close as your bodies continued swaying together.

“Half of the men in this room have undressed me with their eyes, the other half actually tried to put their hands on me when they were talking to you.” He stiffened at that, breaking eye contact as his eyes flashed with sudden emotion.

His hand slid from your waist further down to stroke your ass slightly as he watched the crowd to see anyone taking offence at his sudden bold display of affection.

At least that was what you assumed he was doing as you too began to glance around, watching for anyone watching you, confident that Hotch, Rossi, and the others would do the same.

When his hand on your ass pulled you closer into him, though, you weren't so sure.

“Spencer, what are you-” You started in confusion, noticing that his gaze had returned to you. More specifically, that it had returned to your chest, as he stared down at how your breasts looked, pushed up against his chest as they were.

He encouraged your other hand to wrap around his shoulder, freeing his other hand to land on your ass again as he pulled you closer still.

You'd almost stopped moving, certain that having his body pressed against yours in every place hardly counted as dancing. You opened your mouth to say as much when you felt something twitch against your thigh. A low groan slipped from Spencer's lips as he adjusted your positions slightly as you felt something hard shift against your leg.

“Do you seriously have a boner right now?” You whispered, as much in exasperation as in excitement.

Spencer Reid was grinding his boner into you in front of a room full of people, and you felt like you'd just won the lottery.

“I'm sorry, natural reaction. You look so hot tonight, and then your hands were all over me.” He rambled slightly in his explanations, mortification clear on his face as he tried to apologise.

“It's okay.” You whispered in his ear, pulling yourself up on your toes softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

If you just so happened to rub up against him going up and down, eliciting another deep groan for the man, then so be it.

“Y/N…” He whispered you name like a prayer and it almost convinced you that there was no one else in the room.

“Spencer, there's no way our unsub is going to approach us if you have that thing tenting your pants.” You kept your voice low as your hands trailed down his chest. Pushing one further, you gently rubbed over his clothed member as if accentuating your point.

“We need to solve this problem, don't you think?”

His jaw clenched as he contemplated your words, trying not to let any other sounds out. His nod was barely perceptible, but within seconds you were glancing around the room for a quick exit, and in another minute, you'd slipped through a service entrance and out through some corridors into a dimly lit alleyway.

As soon as you were cloaked in darkness, Spencer was on you.

Whirling you around, he backed you into the wall until your back was pressed into it, and his lips were on yours.

You moaned helplessly into the kiss, hands finding his chest again and moving south even as he began exploring your body.

“This is an important case, and we're about to blow it because I can't keep my hands off you,” he whispered between kisses, lips trailing down your neck.

“Do you know how crazy we both must be?”

“I know exactly how crazy for you I am, Reid. Now, please let me suck your dick.” You moaned the words as his fingers found their way into your panties, stroking your clit.

“Y/N, I'm trying to talk sense into us here.” He groaned as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons, hand sliding into the material to wrap around his cock.

“How much sense are you talking with your fingers inside me?” You panted, willing him to just fully let go and let you both enjoy yourselves.

“While we're out here, Hotch and Rossi are inside, noting down anyone who takes particular offence to our exit. We can enjoy ourselves and catch a better lead.” You started slowly pumping him then, as he pushed closer into you, allowing you to reach more of him at this different angle.

His head dropped to your shoulder as he breathed out a laugh.

“Right, this will help.” He tried to convince yourself, and you grinned in victory, rocking your hips against his hand to find your release sooner.

Until he withdrew his hand and used it to grasp your own, halting your movements.

“Spencer?” You pouted slightly, but he pressed another kiss to your lips this time forceful and demanding, to guess begging permission to enter and dominate you.

You gladly accepted him into your mouth, even as you felt him pushing up your skirt, letting the material ride higher as it had been trying to do all night.

Making sure you were steady against the brick wall, he pulled your hips up and around his, pushing your panties to the side as he pushed inside of you.

The stretch was maddening. Everywhere he touched became hot against the cool night breeze as he began his frenzied strokes into you.

You lost all capability for speech, which was probably for the best, as you were sure you'd only ask for him to do more disgusting things to you eventually.

His mouth slid to the top of your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, waiting to claim a nipple in his mouth when one eventually came free of the offending material.

“Such a little slut, begging to suck my dick. Maybe next time, princess.” You screamed and arched your back as he finally bit down around your nipple, soothing the skin with his tongue as he licked and suckled there.

His other hand fell to your clit again, pushing you to the edge as you finally came on his cock.

He didn't stop though, powering through as you tightened around him, moaning wantonly as his thrusts hit deeper still.

“Let's see what our unsub thinks when he sees my cum dripping out of you,” he whispered again, as he too let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside of you.

Making sure you were strong enough, he set you back down on the ground, keeping an arm wrapped around you protectively as you smoothed your clothes back into place.

You helped him button his pants as he smoothed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before ducking in for one more sweet kiss.

“I'm sorry that I couldn't let you, uh, perform orally,” he blushed again, his ears that same shade of red you noticed earlier as he guided you back inside. “I think someone would have noticed if I'd ruined your makeup that much.”

You practically choked on your own spit as you finally slipped back into the dance hall.

“Next time,” you said, making sure to finish the conversation you'd started. “We’ll have more privacy.”

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faghubby · 1 month ago

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Dirty undies

"Paul why can't you learn to wipe your ass!" My mother yelled at me. "14 years old and still staining your underwear" I couldn't speak I was flush so embarrassed. She then yanked down my sweats and briefs exposing my ass.

"It's the hair isn't it" my mother stated. I stood stunned. "Well you are just going to have tolearn to shave" she informed me. That night as I went to take a shower I found my mother had left me one of her razors. With a note reminding me to shave my butt crack.

It was just me and mom, Dad left when I was to young to even walk. She worked hard and I tried my best to help. So if me shaving my asshole made her life easier. For years I shaved just my asshole.

I was 18 when mom came home one day and handed me a free waxing coupon.

"I thought you might like to try it won't leave any razor burn" she told me. She had signed up for herself and got a bring a friend type thing. I thought it wierd but mom convinced me to go. I think a little hesitate to go alone. I don't know what I was expecting but when this stunning older woman came in the room to wax my ass i was nervous.

"My name is Amanda, So we are just doing your butt?" She asked sweetly trying to make me comfortable.

"Yes" I mumbled. She explained the procedure and then applied wax between my cheeks. It hurt as she tore off the strips. But I tried not to yell out.

"I can do more, I think your boyfriend might like it" Amanda told me.

"Um not gay" I told her timidly. I had never even kissed a girl but I wasn't gay.

"OH sorry sweety, most guys who do this" She tried to explain. Her hand cupped my ass. I already had an erection but laying on my stomach concealed it.

"In that case, I know your girlfriend would love it if we cleaned up all this hair" Amanda just started to spread more wax all over my ass. She didn't stop there she did the backnof my thighs as well.

"Roll over so I can clean up the front" Amanda cooed.

"No, I think I am good" I wimpered.

"Paul are you excited, don't be embarrassed" she told me helping me roll over. She grabbed my dick and just held it as she pulled down her shirt exposing her tits.

"Now you like this" she giggled. She waxed me from my knees up. She took all my body hair. Letting me timidly touch her breasts as she did. Even the few hairs around my nipples. I was sore and my dick had never been harder as I got up from the table. Amanda just smiled and picked up my phone. She put in a number as I got dressed. Then left.

I didn't even make it home, I had to pull over and jerk off. It only took a few strokes and I creamed all over myself. Later that night I got a text from a contact called Elizabeth.

/Pretty boi are you wearing panties? Can I see?/

Who was this? It must be Amanda?

/I don't wear panties/ I texted back. I recieved a pic of a girl about my age wearing a black thong and covering her tits with her hands.

/want to see more? Send me a pic wearing your panties/

I didn't have any panties, what would I do. Mom was out. I could borrow a pair of hers. I jumped up and went to my mother's room. I hesitated I never went in her room. I looked at the Pic again and opened the door. I quickly opened her drawers. I found a drawer full of her underwear. Was it hers? It seemed rather risqué. I grabbed a red lace pair. I slid them on. They felt amazing. I got hard. Should I jerk off first? No I thought and took a selfie of me wearing my mother's panties. I sent it to Elizabeth

/very nice/ she replied immediately. She then asked all kinds of questions. Alot of normal ones about hobbies, friends, movies, music. I asked as well. She sent me a pic of her bare breasts. She asked if I was playing with myself. Then told me not to. The questions got much more personal, sexual. I tried to lie to her but she seemed to know I was a virgin. Who had never even had a girlfriend. After over an hour my mother came home. I told her I had to go. She told me not to take off the panties. To sleep in them. I did as she said. But masterbated before I went to sleep.

I woke to a message telling me to meet her at a nearby diner. I showered my mom was already gone. I snuck in her room and stole another pair of panties. After I showered I slipped them on. Then got dressed. I rushed to meet Elizabeth. The panties kept riding up giving me a wedgie. Elizabeth was waiting in a booth. I went over to join her. I stopped and introduced myself.

"Sit pretty boy" she said louder then I would of liked. As soon as I sat she shoved her foot against my crotch. She moved her foot making me get hard again.

"Elizabeth please" I wimpered looking around to see if anyone else saw what she was doing.

"Open you pqnts show me what color" Elizabeth said. I tried to just pull them up alittle bit finally just showed her the top.

"Pretty, I think purple might be your color" she smiled. This was all so erotic to me. Elizabeth ordered a sandwich. I got a burger.

"Love how you take all that meat" Elizabeth laughed, I hushed her and turned red. Trying to take smaller bites. After she took me on a walk in the park we sat on a bench. She grabbed my hand and slid it under her dress. She wore no panties.

"Use your fingers" She told me practically climbing in my lap. I tried. Elizabeth started to whisper directions in my ear. Soon she was grinding against my hand as people walked by.

"Yes, I am going to creamnall over your hand" she said biting my ear. As she did just that.

"Taste me" She cooed guiding my hand to my mouth. I licked each finger clean. She then led me to a store on the other side of the park. I had never been inside an adult book store as she held the door for me.

"That one looks nice" she teased pointing out a huge black dildo. I was very uncomfortable as she kept looking around asking me questions about which toys I liked. She bought several things not even sure what they all where. I carried the bag as we headed back across the park. She walked me right to my front door. Then kissed me pressing me against the wall. Her hands groping my ass and clawing my back. She let me go and handed me a small bag.

"Something for you to wear on cold nights" She giggled and left me standing outside my door. I went inside and opened the bag inside was a tiny pink thong. It smelled like her. We texted everyday, had dates always during the day. Always with her giving me presents. Often having me please her with either my fingers or a few times with my mouth. She always instructed me exactly what to do. I found myself wearing panties all the time. She would ask for a pic of what pair I was wearing. If I hesitated or told her I wasn't wearing panties she wouldn't talk to me for days.

"Why you leave your legs so hairy?" Elizabeth asked me one day. "You love how smooth mine are"

"Well I don't want the guys to know" I said shyly.

"Know what? That you love been hairless and wearing panties. Or that you have a tiny penis and love to be dominated?" Elizabeth asked. She unbuckled my pants and shoved her hand down them grasping my dick.

"My mom was the first woman to ever touch you like this wasn't she?" Elizabeth already knew the answer. She stroked me a few times and I came in her hand. She licked one of her fingers.

"Umm, try it. It's delicious" she pushed her other finger in my mouth. Then fed me each one in turn. "That is so hot" Elizabeth told me.

That night I shaved the rest of my legs, and my pits as well. Sending pics to Elizabeth.

/I love it you look so sexy/ she replied.

The next day she came over for dinner to meet my mom.

Elizabeth immediately order me around, having me help my mother. Or refill their glasses. My mother looked on amazed.

"You are amazing. I can't even get him to pick up his clothes" she told Elizabeth..

"Is that true? Do you leave your dirty panties on the floor for your mother to find" Elizabeth asked me. I blushed unable to respond.

"You know about the panties?" My mother said in hushed tones.

"OH yes, I discovered right away that Paulie was a girlie boi who loves to wear panties" Elizabeth explained. "He also had all his body hair removed to feel more femine"

"And you're okay with this?" My mother asked.

"Certainly, it's easy to find a man to please me sexually, but a delicate boi to adore me. That is a treat" Elizabeth explained. I was awe struck and just stood frozen.

"So you have lovers?" My mother asked curious

"Yes, but they come and go" Elizabeth explained. Then she stopped and looked up at me.

"Go clean up your room, can't believe you have your mother do that. And wash your clothes. All those panties I gave you better be hand washed" she ordered. I quickly left glad to be out of the room. It was an hour later when Elizabeth came and found me. She closed my door and sat on the bed grabbing my hand she pulled me to her lap.

"You got all excited when I told your mom you like to wear panties" She cooed. She unbuckled my pants and started to rub me thru my panties. "I told her other things as well. But I want to know what you felt when you heard about me with men" She kissed my neck. I didn't respond just let her tease me.

"I have another present for you, I like you to try it before you complain" she told me. Having me stand she yanked down my pants and panties. I looked at the door knowing my mother had a habit of not knocking. She pulled lube and a butt plug from her purse.

"Lay here across my lap" she told me. Hesitate I did as she said. First she rub my ass. Then applied lube sliding a finger into my ass. After a few minutes she pressed the hard plug against my hole. At first my ass resisted but then gave way and the plug slid in. As I gasped loudly. Then pulled my panties back up. Standing she had me strip down to just my panties. I stood before her. She slowly stripped herself not letting me touch just watch. I had yet to see her completely naked. She laid me down on my bed then laid down beside me.

"You will never be inside me. You will learn to please me without any expectations of being pleased" she told me letting me kiss, touch and explore any part of her body. I reached her ass and started to grab and play with it.

"Why don't you kiss it sweety" she guided my head down. I wasn't sure about it but soon was licking and kissing her asshole. She started to play with herself as I did. This drove me on. And soon my tounge pressed into her ass. I had not even noticed that I was humping her leg. The plug moving in my ass as I did. I came in my panties.

"So naughty, go change" Elizabeth scowled.

"I um they are all wet" I stuttered having just hand washed them all. She stood and grabbed her panties she had taken off. She used tissues to clean up my mess. Then slid on the tiniest yellow thong. Grabbing her bra she started to adjust the straps.

"It's a set" she said having me put it on. Then got dressed herself. "I have to go you got me ready for him" she smiled showing me a pic of a large shirtless black man. I wanted to cry. But just then my door opened. My mother just smiled.

"That's cute" she said tugging my bra down a bit. I was mortified standing in front of my mother in my girlfriends underwear. As she was off to meet another man. Elizabeth and my mother left me standing there as they left the room together talking about my mother's new Tinder account. I thru on my jeans and a tee shirt and rushed after them. Elizabeth saw me gave me a big kiss and grabbed my ass driving the plug in.

"Be a good gurl" she told me and left.

"I love her, she is perfect for you" my mother gushed. "I know do you want to go thru my closet and see what old clothes fit you?" She asked excited. I burst into tears and ran back to my room. I must of cried myself to sleep. I woke to Elizabeth kissing me.

"Sweety wake up" she told me. I opened my eyes and even in the dim light could tell she was a mess. She laid in bed next to me naked.

"Kiss me down there" she said softly. I slid down under the covers and immediately tasted cum, alot of it. I jumped up.

"Shh don't wake your mom" she guided my head back between her legs. I knew she would make me do this. So I swallowed hard and licked her clean. As she ran her fingers thru my hair. After she cuddled with me. "Like your plug dint you?" She teased pushing on it I just grunted in response.

After that night nothing seemed off limits. She soon had me wearing bras all the time as well. Even taking me to a shop to be properly measured for one. My regular clothes started to change as well. Brighter colors, tighter fit. Some things where obviously made for a woman.

"You are so small and delicate woman's sizes just fit you better" She would tell me. She would meet her lover once or twice a week. Always coming over to "cuddle" after. She loved that I was learning to love the taste of cum as much as she did,

My mother was no help, she encouraged me to follow Elizabeth instructions. Even taking me to get my ears pierced for my 19th birthday. The more I submitted to the more Elizabeth loved it. She even sucked my dick for my birthday. Then kissed me feeding me all my cum.

She had had me wear the plug sometimes. But when she took off her pants one night to expose a big plastic cock jutting out from her crotch I was stunned.

"I am taking you out to dinner, then bringing you back here and taking your virginity" she told me stroking her cock. "Now how gentile I am depends on what you agree to wear" she held up a short white skirt, with a frilly pink blouse. Then a pair of low ride skinny jeans and a lilac tee shirt. Thirs option was a pair of standard woman's jeans with a butterfly patch on the back pocket and a pink hockey jersey.

She waited for my response. Then added.

"I will let you cum in my mouth again if you wear the skirt" I caved. She was thrilled putting all the clothes in my closet I knew I would be wearing them sometime. She helped me get dressed. Putting pantyhose on me as well which felt amazing. She then styled my hair and did my makeup. I was amazed I thought I was looking at a woman in the mirror when she was done. She added shoes with a little heel to the outfit. I was very nervous at first then noticed men holding doors for us. The waiter called me miss. Elizabeth acted like a lesbian couple dropping me and kissing me in public. It was obvious I was the bitch in the relationship though.

I was on cloud nine when we got back to my house. I had even forgotten about what was coming. It had been a magical evening. Elizabeth pulled me straight to my room she practically tore my clothes off. She laid me on my back and put my legs on her shoulders.

"I know I promised to be gentle but you got me so fucking hot for you" she told me as she lubed my ass. She pushed her cock against my ass hard. Driving it in. I screamed. She paused onlyna few seconds before she shoved the rest in. No pause she drove her thick cock in and out of my ass. It hurt so bad I begged her to stop. She just kept fucking me harder. Slowly I numbed a little to the pain and my cries became wimpers. That's when I heard my mother telling someone

"God yes fuck me, it's so big. I never knew what I was missing " through the wall.

"Sounds like your mommy getting fucked as well" Elizabeth laughed and doubled her effort. "Tell me how much you want it"

"Please, Elizabeth. Yes give me your cock" I feeblely wimpered. She stopped and pulled out her cock I heard it hot the floor as she loosened the straps. Then crawled into bed she held me as we heard my mother continue to get fucked through the wall.

"Sweety you have so easily embraced your place" Elizabeth whispered stroking my hair. "I would love it if you agreed to marry me" She said softly nibbling on my ear. "Before you answer know that this is how our life will be. You will never use this tiny pee pee for anything bit going pee" She told me holding my penis and balls in her hand. I heard my mother cum through the wall.

"That's what a man does to a woman, you know you could never make a woman feel like that" Elizabeth giggled.

"Yes, I will marry you" I told her.

"You will have to wear the dress" Elizabeth told me. I nodded. She produced a box. And with some fiddling locked my penis in a steel cage forever.

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theunholybastard · 2 months ago

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Kinktober: October 27th - Shower Sex (Papa Emeritus IV x Female!Reader)

Tags: Established Relationship, Shower Sex, Groping, Creampie, 1st Person POV

The night ended with me and Copia covered in sweat, saliva, cum, and maybe the teeniest amount of blood. It's hard to tell.

After a long and passionate afternoon of love making, chugging a bottle of water to rehydrate, (and Copia chugging down a juice box instead) we had a short yet heated discussion on who gets to take a shower first. Deciding we were both equally filthy, and both desperately wanting to use up all the hot water on our aching bodies, we decided to shower together. It saves time and water, a perfect solution! If only Copia knew how to keep his damn hands to himself.

I put most of the blame on him, but in reality, it's equally my doing, too. How can I resist, when he's in such close proximity to me in a steamy atmosphere, naked, wet, and vulnerable? Rubbing soap down his bare body, rubbing shampoo into his scalp and being entrusted to not get any in his eyes, seeing him so exposed in a non sexual setting, it's almost more intimate than the sex itself. What can I say? It turns me on.

It also doesn't help that his cock stands tall every time we shower together, no doubt thinking the exact same naughty things I'm thinking about him and his body. He seems to get particularly excited when there's bubbles covering my tits, eyes bulging as he stares like a cartoon character. Whenever his cock twitches, I can practically hear the 'boi-ing!' sound effect echoing throughout the bathroom.

This time was no exception. It was just supposed to be an innocent shower, but the both of us were stupid for thinking it could possibly turn out otherwise. Don't we know each other? We should know by now, hands will always wander. Like right now, as he scrubs down my back, diligently washing everywhere I couldn't reach, his fingertips graze my back, lingering right above my ass for a not so subtle moment. I smirk. "What are you thinking about, hm?"

"You already know." He grinned goofily, his cock slowly growing. I shake my head, rolling my eyes playfully. "It's just a shower, you pervert." I giggle, pretending to be annoyed. He gets closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck.

"But you're irresistible, amore mio." He coos, kissing up my neck to my jaw. "I cannot help myself, seeing you like this." I swat his arm gently, the obcene wet slapping sound bounces against the damp walls of the shower. I bet I'm going to be hearing a lot more of that in a minute.

"How many more loads do you have left in you?" I question in a scolding tone, though I know full well how aroused I am, and the moment he suggests anything, I'll be on him instantaneously. "After all that fucking, and you want more?"

"I always want more from you," He purred, nibbling on my earlobe in attempts to seduce me. Jokes on him, I'm already sopping wet, and not just from the water. "And what better place to do it than the shower? No mess to worry about, we can just get clean and dirty at the same time, eh?" His soapy hands run down my hips, to my pubic mound, lightly caressing and teasing me.

My lip quivers, my resolve quickly dissipating. "You do have a point..." I murmur, grinding my ass back against him, feeling his hardness against my glistening skin, subtly smiling to myself. He groans, shuddering softly.

"Cazzo... lean against the wall for me, will you, baby? And put your leg up, too." He asked gently, giving my ass a light slap. I chuckle and do as he asked, pressing my chest against the wall of the shower, leg up against the rim of the tub, almost losing my balance with only one foot to hold me on the slippery floor now. His hand remained on my hip the whole time. "I got you, amore. You're safe." He assured.

He lined himself up with my entrance spread for him, now fully hardened and ready to take me. He pushes in, arms wrapped securely around me to make sure there are no possible slips occurring. My mouth hung agape, the stretch beautifully pleasurable. I don't even need to be prepped by his fingers to take his length, he just fits in my cunt so perfectly, as if we were made for each other, like two puzzle pieces connecting.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He grunts, thrusting in and out with ease, my slick enveloping him like a comforting warm hug. The tip of his dick brushed against my g-spot from this angle, each thrust either slamming against it or just barely grazing it, both sensations driving me crazy. He kisses the back of my head softly, taking a second to smell my shampoo, letting out a little hum of satisfaction.

The stream from the shower head poured down on us, as our wet, shiny bodies molded together. It was intoxicating, the warmth of the water on me mixed with the heavy scent of his fruity body wash and his skin rubbing against mine, it made my head swirl and fog with lust. Every nerve in me felt like it was vibrating, taking every ounce of willpower in me to not buckle and collapse, the magic movements of his cock rendering me weak.

He was always such a giving and attentive lover, one hand snaking around my waist to rub at my swollen clit, his finger movements skilled, causing me to grip around his manhood like a vice. He was determined to make me cum first, and lucky for him, my orgasm was rapidly approaching.

"Are you going to cum for me, beautiful? Yeah? Oh, s-such a good girl." He huffs and puffs, growing close himself, the multiple orgasms he had previously not making it easy to last as long as he wants. "Give me one more orgasm tonight, amore. I need to feel you, baby, I know you can do it..."

His words of encouragement are all I needed, one last pound against my g-spot has me making a mess around his length in an instant, falling apart with a scream, sounding like a porn star. The clenching of my cunt suffocating his poor sensitive cock, warm juices surrounding him, it wasn't long till he followed, spilling himself within me.

Pulling out with a hiss, his spend leaks from me, quickly being washed away from the water, that has now started to run cold. "S-should we wrap up about now? I think we've got everything..." He asks, catching his breath, both of us clinging to each other for balance. He leans over to turn the shower handle off. I snicker, hand clasped over my mouth.

"There's still shampoo in your hair, hun."

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mak3itr7ght · 1 year ago

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Taehyung x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death

Inspired by the new IU song's MV "Love wins all"

(maybe an alternative ending👀)

Words count: 924

(I didn't revise it so there will be SO MANY ERRORS)

The moon was shining over the city, well, over what remained about the city. The buildings were destroyed, ruins everywhere, still the satellite and the stars kept floating in the sky, imperturbable, not caring about what was happening beneath them.

I was laying down against the cold concrete, I was tired to escape. I realized it was useless run away, because there wasn't a safe place.

They were everywhere, ready to exterminate everything. Damn it. Those metallic demons, those machines that brought only fear, terror and death. They were soul less, they hadn't feelings. They just knew that humans must disappear, turning in piles of ash and clothes...

The flashbacks of what happened in that building still crushed against my sight. I was there. I could help them both, I could help that couple, but it took me so much to fight against my cowardice.

Flashback

She was wearing a wedding dress, it was dirty but she still looked like a princess, and he was leaning against her chest, wearing a black suit. I heard their laughing before that moment, those voices made me and my curiosity looking for them. "I am not the only one left then.." i thought. But there they were, with one of those cubes in front of them, ready to reduce their existence in..nothing. i felt chills along my spine as soon as I met her eyes. She was crying, keeping her lover against her, trying to comfort him. One hand placed on his still-working eye, while the other one was already lost. I was hiding behind two huge pieces of wall, but she saw me. She bagged me to help them, at least one of them.

I thought about it for a few seconds, seconds that looked like hours, days, years in that moment. I felt my stomach backflipping, my head spinning, the adrenaline in my vains running so much that I feared they would explode. We exchanged a few looks and I stood up running across the cube.

It all happened in seconds, she made her lover standing up, pushed him against me while the cube started burning her...she wasn't even screaming. I was able to see what she was trying to mimick with her lips.

'내 사랑을 살려줘" ("save my love")

I hurried towards the guy who was still over me, and I covered both his eyes, I didn't want to take the risk to make him see what was happening.

She died in front of my eyes and I realized that we couldn't let her death be in vain.

I took his arm and pulled him away. He was too stunned to speak, he was surprised, unable to realize what was actually happening. We kept running. We ran for hours and hours, until we hid ourselves at a subway stop.

He stayed silent the whole time. I asked him a few questions, if he was hungry, thirsty, also if he needed to cry... he stayed still. I I put my arm around his shoulder and I let him lean his head agaisnt my chest. I didn't know him, but, he was the only one left, along with me.

"괜찮아" ("it's okay") I whispered, gently stroking his hair. I looked down at him. A warm tear was running down his left eye. That made me cry too. I cried in silence, looking up, meeting the dark atmosphere in that metro stop. I hated that place, it was so noisy, so full of people. I realized that i missed all that, that i actually never hated that, it was just me that never found a way to appreciate life.

We were alone, there was no way to escape, nothing could save us.

I prayed that night, while that boy was trying to sleep, still burying his head against my dirty white sweater. After praying i started coursing everything, the world, those machines, myself, humanity..God itself, and once i finished a small and weak ray of sun spreaded across a crack from the subway's ceiling. In that moment i promised myself that I would have found a way to save us. Nothing was lost. I would have fought until the end.

End of the Flashback

It happened weeks ago. Still it was so clear as soon as I closed my eyelids.

"Y/n씨, 가야 돼" ("Y/n, we must go") A voice made me snap back from my thoughts. I set up and looked behind me. There he was.His hair got longer, that made him even prettier.

"응" ("yeah") I smiled at him. Taehyung approached me and extended an hand. I took it and he pulled me towards him.

It was a relief that he started talking again, even if he was silent most of the time. We looked at each other for a few seconds when he grabbed his camera, and started recording me out of nowhere. He used to do that a lot. I didn't know that..through it..he was able to see her, not me.

I raised an hand and gently pressed on the camera, lowering it. I shook my head, moving some hair from his eyes, he looked beautiful under the moonlight. Leaning in, i pressed a soft kiss on his nose, while my thumb kept stroking his cheekbone. It was okay. I cared about him. I loved him. And i was sure he loved me back, in some way. I realized that when he smiled back at me and pressed his forehead against mine.

"살아남을 거야" ("we will survive"). He whispered softly. Yes, we will survive.

Hope you liked itㅠㅠ♡

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mysticficti0n · 2 years ago

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All my attention Part 7

warnings- swearing, slow burn, flirting, dirty talk, praise, romance,

words- 4.7k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. Also you guys are fucking amazing thank you for all the likes on not only All my attention but the hc and request story like it means so much ♡

(hey guys I'm finally back! I'm so so sorry this has taken so fucking long but I've been beyond busy these past few days and I've had no time to even go on my computer but anyways enjoy this- part 8 is about to be crazy thats all ima say, love you all)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I sat in the back of Gustav's dads car with a knocked out Georg and Tom who's eyes didn't leave me for the whole trip, everyone was in small slurring conversation chuckling and yawning struggling to keep themselves awake as it was 3:47am

I turned my body, Georg falling off my shoulder to lean on my back which I had to try not laugh at while facing Tom who had a small grin on his face "what?" I asked in a whisper

"nothing nothing" my eyebrows furrowed eyes scanning him, his fingers toyed with the ring on his other hand

"you sure?" he nodded before turning away to look out the window, leg bouncing "okay" I turned myself back, Georg again falling back onto my shoulder mumbling something "sorry" I whispered patting his arm which rested next to mine, I watched Tom still bounce his leg so with my free hand I placed it on his knee, he didn't look back but a breath fell from his body.

I felt us pull onto the drive and stretched my legs out as much as I could seeing the boy to my left fully wake up and get out the car giving his hand to drag me out to like he hadn't been snoring in my ear the entire ride, Tom grabbed my bag as I saw him swig it over his shoulder making Bill, Simone, Gustav and Bella laugh a lot more than it should leaving David to try shut them all up and get them into the house, I shoved Georg to the group watching him trip on thin air cursing until he hit the bonnet of the car bumping into Gustav

"Tom sweetie go take Y/n back so her mother wont pester me about it later" I laughed seeing the women wave her son to follow me home

"alright" he spoke going back out the house and pulled me with him "come on" his voice wasn't jokey like usual- he sounded pissed off but I decided it was best to shrug it off, he helped me cross the wall and up the steps to the front door

"thanks for today it was actually really fun" I gave a smile having my bag off him "did you hear what I said?" I asked seeing him only nod again "whats wrong? why are you acting like this?" I spoke in a angered whisper "you were fine with me- well more then fine with me until we got into the car then you acted like you didn't want to know me"

"its nothing I-i'm just tired Y/n I promise" his voice was softer but I couldn't believe him

"why was your leg shaking and why did you play with your ring then because you can't have been fine then hm?" he breathed out looking worried

"you saw the ring thing?"

"of course I did because I was worried about you" his eyes flicked to mine, I didn't drop his gaze feeling him get closer "you didn't speak much and then- then" I was hushed by his lips pressing against mine, his strong arms holding my back in a hug, I let my self melt back into him, my hands going across his hips kissing him back tenderly.

"there isn't another girl like you in the world Y/n" Tom pulled back placing his head on mine "not as caring, loving, sweet, cute, beautiful"

"are you proposing again?" I spoke with a tired laugh, he pressed a peck to the corner of my lips

"not yet sweetheart, goodnight" he let go cupping my jaw before walking to his house leaving me stunned 'not yet'?

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"Y/n- sunshine wake up!" I opened my eyes expecting to see my mom stood over me

"morning mo-BILL WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed seeing the boy pull away laughing, I curled my blanket around my shoulders falling back into my nest of pillows seeing the boy give me a look making me move over so he could sit with me. He jumped onto the bed beside me crossing his legs and leaning back onto the wall "what do you want at- 11:24 in the morning then, you're literally never awake at this time" I asked looking back at him from my alarm clock

"I think it's me who should be asking the questions Y/n-" a smile I'd never seen before spread across his face "so... last night" I tried to think back, I remember the meal, going to the night club, dancing, drinking a lot and- fuck

"err, yeah last night what about it?" I spoke trying to hide the nervous laugh from escaping my mouth

"oh come on you're not that stupid- I saw it y/n/n" I wanted the world to swallow me up whole- what did he see? god which part did he see?! "so wanna explain your little kiss with my brother on the door step last night?" I slid further into my bed pulling the sheets over my head whispering a 'no thanks' but Bill didn't take that as an answer ripping the sheets from above me "Hey! I wanna know your little secret with him!"

"its nothing- just like our usual flirting we do and have done since we were like 13!" Bill raised an eyebrow "okay fine maybe there's some little feelings-"

"I KNEW IT!" the boy danced grabbing my hands dragging me from the warmth of my blanket "YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER!" I rolled my eyes pulling my hands from the singer

"woah we don't 'love' each other- its just mutual appreciation!" I went to my door pulling a hoodie off the peg and slipping it on to try distract from the fact Bill knew of mine and Tom's little- thing

"well last night I can tell you he didn't describe it as 'mutual appreciation'" I felt my stomach drop- what the fuck had that man said! I looked to his twin who was holding his chest laughing it all up pointing to my face

"oh god what was he saying? was it only to you or did the others hear- oh my god I want to die!" I hid my face again, the red feeling like it was going to make my head pop, Bill pulled my desk chair out setting his legs onto the table in front

"no don't worry only to me- we were having a smoke while everyone was up stairs and he said- from what I remember 'Y/n's awesome right?' I agreed of course and then he went 'she notices everything and genuinely cares you know' and I was nodding along not really caring what he said because I knew he'd drank and shit but then- oh but then he said 'I just fucking love her, like actually love her' and when I say I dropped my fucking jaw-" I felt like I was going to pass out, did he say this all? he was drunk surely he didn't mean it? but what if he did? all the questions spun around my head mixing with the tiredness and hang-over form last night

"I don't know what to say-" my eyes met with Bill who still had that shit eating grin along his lips "fucks sake what now?" I asked seeing him dismiss me "no what is it?"

"he's down stairs" if I didn't feel like jumping from my window and running into the city never to return I did now, I didn't realise how embarrassed I'd be- but nobody was meant to know. Bill stood giving me a 'reassuring' pat on my shoulder and walked out my room down the stairs leaving me to now face Tom on my own.

ten minuets after I managed to pull myself down the stairs seeing my little sister sat with Tom holding her mini guitar she had from Gordon for her birthday (okay Stella playing guitar with Tom was requested and its the cutes mf thing) her small fingers eagerly playing all the strings while he tried to show her how to actually do it while containing his laughs "no-no Stella look watch me, like that boop boop boop" he sang in tune with the strings as he pulled them

"boop boop boop! Boop boo- Baba!" I smiled to the young girl who was no longer interested in the guitar running to me with a gummy grin "Baba you wake!"

"Hi Stell! I'm awake yeah!" I picked her up onto the side of my hip squeezing her tightly, she pointed to Tom who pointed back at her "who's that?" I asked seeing her little eyes work

"Tom!" I spun her around as she clapped to herself for remembering "and momma a-and daddy and Seesee" she did little grabby hands to Simone otherwise known as Seesee by Stella, I placed her to the floor so she could go sit with her, Bill and my parents. Tom had placed the neon pink guitar back and sat leaning into the cushions of the sofa

"she's gonna be a guitarist when she's older and I better get credit" he spoke eyes shut as I sat next to him flicking on the Tv

"no she'll be a singer like me" he laughed shoving me slightly but quickly grabbing my arm so I didn't fall off the end of the sofa...unlike the bed situation "have a voice better than Madonna and P!nk"

"probably I mean she's your sister after all" I looked over to him and caught his eyes already on me "what were you and Bill doing for so long up stairs anyways? he said he was gonna go wake you up then didn't come back down for like half an hour" fuck- the whole conversation came flooding back to my head, I couldn't keep this from him, he deserves to know as much as me... God why is life so annoying like that?

"smoke?" I asked getting up closely followed by him, we went to the front of the house as Stella was now playing mommies and daddies on the deck with Simone, we sat on the steps and he pulled his cigs from his sweatpant pocket "thanks- okay well... you need to not be angry alright" his head shot to mine with a weird look "say swear"

"swear" his voice was unsure sounding but he'd said it now

"right- so do you remember last night? besides the meal and club?" he took a long drag from the end of the cigarette

"yeah if you mean the me and you parts- clearly remember them" a smile replaced his straight face as he thought back to the night

"Bill knows" I spat out seeing his face immediately drop again, head snapping to me "he saw us- on here- last night" I breathed head dropping not being able to confront Tom's looks "and you also told him that you erm- that you love me... I mean you were drunk so it was probably just that mixed with us kissing and stuff" he was still silent, I could only hear his slight puffs as he had his cig

"Only Bill knows right?" I nodded bringing my head back up "Y/n don't worry he wont say anything- I promise you and well what I said I... I didn't not mean it" I finally let my gaze fall back to him. His hand moved from his knee to my thigh calming me instantly "I wish you didn't hear it from him but- I do love you" I was completely taken aback when Tom said it. I didn't expect to hear those three little words from him ever in the way he said them. I felt my heart racing and my palms started to sweat as I tried to process what he had just said again, I thought Bill was just overdramatising things but- no. it was both thrilling and terrifying. I looked into his eyes, and saw the sincerity there. I knew that he truly meant what he said

After a few moments of silence, I finally found my voice and confidence to even speak "I... I love you too" The smile that spread across Tom's face was one of pure joy, my heart soared. I felt adrenaline run through my body mixing with the blood flowing through my body as his hand moved to my face pulling me in gently, pressing his lips to mine for the first time since we really said 'love you' It was a different kiss to the others we'd shared, softer, loving, tender- I knew it wasn't going to lead to anything it was just a kiss to really set in stone our feelings- feelings we knew were more than we ever imagined having

"I've been waiting to say that to you for months- like properly say it to you not just in a friendly way" my head leaned onto his shoulder taking in his warmth as the afternoon breeze blew over my exposed legs, I stepped out my cigaret waiting for Tom to finish his looking up past his jawline that was so effortlessly sharp, skin so soft not a spot or blemish, his lips so perfectly fitted to his face, those eyes that when the sun hit them they went a golden brown "enjoying the view?" his voice rung looking down at me

"your pretty" I say back seeing a hot blush wipe over his cheeks "aww" I pecked his cheek standing up to go back into the house but a grasp on my leg stopped me, looking down I saw the wheels in his head turning

"wanna go on a date tonight?"

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I looked in the mirror one last time, checking the outfit- pulling my skirt down my thighs more and fixing my necklace- then my hair, I tried something different, a spiky bun which took so much time but finally I was done, I grabbed my phone and keys, money and sprayed myself with perfume. I looked to my clock "7:00 okay I have five minuets" I spoke to myself going down the stairs seeing my mom sat with my dad watching a movie "how do I look?" I spoke walking to them and they both smiled

"Beautiful sunshine! absolutely beautiful" she clapped her hand "did you take any photo's of yourself?" she asked getting ready to grab her camera

"of course she has Angelica its Y/n- you look lovely sweet" my dad laugh letting my mom getting comfy again into his chest "remind me what your doing again"

"Oh meeting with some old friends from school for a dinner thing-" I lied, I knew if I said 'oh going on a date with Tom' they'd be asking question after question

"so why is Tom driving you?"

"he's seeing some his mates not far so said he can drop me off " dad hummed and I herd a knock at the door "love you!" I called hearing a faint 'ditto' from the two as I walked out the house "hey!"

"wow-" Tom sounded, I smiled looking to him, red shirt with skulls, matching cap and blue bandana jeans "I feel underdressed by you now"

"come on- you look hot" a laugh escaped his lips as we went to his car, he opened the door for me giving his hand so I could get in "thank you" I grinned

"no problem babe" he climbed in to his side starting the engine making the car shudder awake, we started the drive, his hands between having to move the gear stick held my thigh, pressing the pads of his fingers when he was getting pissed of the the other drivers "your hair looks nice by the way" my heart melted, my eyes falling over to him

"I tried something different- I'm glad you like it" he nodded rubbing my leg before taking his hand away "where are we going by the way?"

"somewhere special- were like 2 seconds away- oh here" we pulled into a small car park which looked quiet empty which was refreshing, especially since the last time we went out- the car was full of flashes of light pulling us from the road, voices screaming and shouting our names as we tried to get the doors open but paparazzi knew we were coming and they wouldn't hold back on two teens. our names were bouncing around the mouths of people and people who wanted clear photos shoving forward making people knock into us. to even get to Tom I had to jump the hood of Tom's car to him, grabbing his arm as he pushed through the sea of lights shouting for them to move while we tripped over peoples feet, microphone cords and what not.

but this time it was silent besides the purrs of the cars that passed, I went to open my door but the dreadhead reached over slamming my door "stop being stupid" I breathed a laugh waiting for him to jog and open my door "m'lady"

"oh why thank you sir" he pressed a kiss to my cheek, not letting go of my hand, we walked into the restaurant named the 'star night lounge' and i nearly screamed "This-this is the one I was talking about like 6 months ago!" the boy nodded chuckling at my face

"I remember these things- come on we need to go in" hurriedly we walked in, the smell was the smell of romance, dark and rose, dimly lit tables placed around, candles hanging from rods on the wall "its better than the pictures" I nodded taking everything in

"welcome to star night lounge- how many?" a women asked with a smile looking to Tom to which he answered 2 "okay, if you'd like to follow me" she grabbed menus and turned away from us walking down a small entry way and turning to the left, we followed her and walked into the one room I remember falling In love with when I first saw it on the website "is this okay- I will say its a bit darker in here than other parts"

"this is amazing" I exhaled looking around

"no this is great, thank you" Tom spoke as the women left us, it was all perfect, the room, the night, Tom. we sat down quickly across from each other, small glances and smiles passed along the way, we weren't the only people in the room so the noise of small chatter and jazz music played in the background

"Tom this is amazing! I-i don't know that to say" my voice slipped "its just" his hand came over the table taking mine "I'm being a baby i'm sorry"

"its okay don't be sorry" his lips pressed against my knuckles "look you deserve a good date Y/n- I don't remember you once going out with Brian, I want to be better than he was"

"you already are" I smiled seeing him press another kiss to my hand "so much better- god there's a list"

"want me to be shocked?" he laughed "...you look so pretty in here babe" I felt like I could pass out there and then and never ever get back up, his thumb drawing over my fingers, eyes watching me and smiles plastered over our faces.

Together we flicked through the menu asking what each other might have, arguing over the same dish until we came to a settlement "Good evening- what can we get you for dinner to night?" a different women walked over with a calm smile pulling her pad and pen out, Tom nodded his head at me to go first

"I'll have the star burger please... with fries" she nodded writing it down and turned to Tom

"I'll have the kabab please- the er.. fuck which one?" his face went red looking over to me a slight panic in his eyes

"chilli kabab please- oh and two playboy bunny cocktails please and thank you" I ended letting the server take our menus and leave to the kitchen

"Y/n I didn't want that stupid cocktail!" he huffed falling back into thseat "it's a girly one" I rolled my eyes seeing him be a actual child, with my foot I rubbed his legs

"its one drink Thomas- grow up" his tongue pressed into his cheek, smirk creeping across his lips "you herd me"

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"Please Tom let me pay for my half at least" I pleaded seeing him shake his head "Tom!"

"Y/n I have it god sake put your money back" he said bluntly, snatching my change from my hand and throwing It back at me. I sat back glaring at him "don't look at me like that"

"like what?" I spoke seeing him roll his eyes but become distracted as the bill came over, he picked it up and his eyes widened the tiniest "lemme see" my hand went to reach over and grab the paper

"no" Tom turned to the other women swiping his card and the payment went through with a 'beep' and I fell back "thank you- Y/n come on"

"I hate you- why couldn't you let me pay?" I asked as he grabbed my hand pulling me from the restaurant "and how much was it?- thank you!" I smiled to the women behind the bar "a lot I bet and thats why you're not telling me huh?" I started again his hand tightened around mine, pushing me against the door of his car, my mouth zipped shut

"stop with the questions- I'd be a arsehole if I let you pay a single penny, so shut your pretty lips before I make you do something to keep you silent-" a red flush painted my body, his hooded eyes scanned me up and down "good" he lent forward pressing a kiss to the corner of my closed lips before opening the door for me to which I sat in and waited for his door to open.

the drive home was different- no words shared but so many things said with out looks, his hand holding my leg in place as he toyed with my skin giving me trails of goosebumps along my thigh, he threatened to push under my skirt, every time making me hold my breath waiting for some sort of friction but he just pulled away making me internally curse. we got home, our street dark, pulling into my drive nobody else was there sending a excited shock through my body.

We walked hand in hand up to my door- the same place as the night before, were we shared a kiss that would lead to us saying we loved each other not just platonically, Tom stood across from me, his hands hidden in his jeans "thank you for tonight Tom- I loved it so much"

"no problem- sorry I was a cunt about the bill, I didn't mean to sound so.. you know?" we shared a laugh as I walked to him wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him to look at me

"I liked it-" our lips met eagerly, I'd been waiting for this since we left the restaurant, the palm of his hand reached down, grabbing my ass, bringing me closer "fuck-" I let go to reach behind me to the door, opening it and pulling Tom in with me a terror washing over him

"Y/n what about your parents-" I turned back to him and smiled

"I forgot they were going out- they aren't here, Stella is at nans- it all okay" I kicked the door closed and his mood swung back, dragging my body back to him and hauling me up over his shoulder "TOM!" I screamed having to push myself up on his lower back as he carried my up the stairs, I felt the coldness of his lip ring as he pressed open kisses to my exposed thighs. we made it to my room where the main light was on and he dropped me onto my bed, crawling above me

"look at you- so beautiful below me hm?" I nodded my head listening to his every word "such a pretty girl"

"your girl-" I added seeing his face brighten slightly before falling dark again as his hand cupped my jaw

"all mine?" I nodded, his hand traveled to my waist sending a warm sensation through me "is this mine?" again I nodded my head, I felt his hand go down to my legs gently rubbing circles around the skin "is this mine?" like before I nodded "mhm.. and how about this?" his fingers drove to the inside of my thigh, involuntarily my legs parted just enough for his hand to palm me through my panties making me gasp "is this mine?"

"m-mhm, all yours Tom" I answered trying not to close my thighs around his hand, a sadistic smile painted his lips as he leaned down to me, hand not moving

"you like this don't you? with my hand just there- is there something you want?" I couldn't keep myself from him, crashing my lips onto him with so much want

"I-want-you" I spoke between kisses "please" I begged, Tom pulled off me, standing above looking down at me leaving me cold without his heat on me. he walked over switching the light off leaving us in a dim darkness, only light being from my desk, I watched as his hands went below his shirt pulling it over his head taking the cap and headband off too throwing them to my floor, his abs looked defined in the light, his muscles looking bigger than ever, the feeling between my legs only grew

"take a picture sweetheart" he purred going to his knees, the feeling of him unlacing my boots

"don't tempt me" I smiled leaning up to watch him pull the boots off and chuck them back under the bed and crawled back on top of me "thank you" I whispered into his ear

"no problem darling" he dove down into my neck, peppering kisses all over working down my chest as I struggled to keep myself propped up on the sheets, he stopped at the neck of my shirt looking up at me as I gave him a nod to take it off, he came back pressing another kiss to my lips before his hands pulled the top over my head exposing my bare chest to him, his eyes only became darker staring at me, I felt worried but the adrenaline soon kicked that as his lips pressed against mine pushing me onto the mattress below "god you are beautiful everywhere huh?" I grinned pushing him away giggling, he went down again, letting his lips go around my sensitive nipple, licking the bud until I was holding back a moan, his other free hand needing me, I let my nails dig into his back causing noises to fall from his lips

"shit- Tom Oh" I started feeling myself only get wetter, his teeth grated my skin coming back up to my neck "I- holy shit, i need you" I whimpered as his hands traveled to my thighs

"breath Y/n- I'm getting there sweetheart there's no rush" a sly smile gripped his mouth "relax"

"I am- just bored of waiting" I teased hooking my legs over his waist swapping our positions, him below me staring up in shock "relax" I mimicked

"watch your mouth" my hips rolled against his as his words exited him "Y/n-" Tom warned

"what? can't take it?" my voice was thick of lust, drowning his ears, pressing a kiss to his skin working down to his exposed collar bone "or is it you don't want me?" I whined to him, pushing myself down harder hearing a groan from him

"you're a tease y/n/n" I laughed letting my hands circle his chest

"shame..." I breathed "is this hard for you Tommy?" his eyes closed at the nickname, mouth tightening shut, his hands holding my highs still, squeezing harder than before, his jeans feeling much tighter "hm- I guess it is" as I went to climb off Tom pulled me back, slamming my torso to his

"don't you dare" our eyes met, I grinned at him but he wasn't as happy "I'll wipe that smile away in a second doll"

"yeah?" he nodded "do it Kaulitz"

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The Phantoms Part 4: Flying Solo | Bang Chan

Synopsis: Y/n's epic performance has earned her and the phantoms serious credits! Yet, Flynn is still not convinced...

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader [Occurs somewhat in this chapter] (Minsung as well if you squint)

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments

Warnings: Arguing, mentions of death

Notice: Hello, my darlings! I want to reaffirm the notice from last chapter: there is slight allusion to Han being gay in this chapter since he represents Alex in the original show. I want to clarify that I do NOT believe Han is gay in real life. This is a work of fiction, and nothing more since I do not know the Stray Kids members personally! As always, I own no rights to 'Julie and the Phantoms' nor its characters. I also want to say I PROMISE the actual Chan x reader is COMING, just not until later chapters unfortunately :') With all of that out of the way, enjoy this chapter, and if you do, I would appreciate if you would like and reblog!!

You scanned the crowd of students, their confused gazes pressing heavily on you, as if their collective curiosity could somehow suffocate the air. Nobody seemed to understand how the boys who had been playing on stage with you moments ago had suddenly vanished. Was it a collective hallucination?

"Were those holograms?" the Dirty Candy member dressed in purple questioned. Your eyes widened at the thought, and a surge of excitement bubbled up within you, so intense that you nearly leapt for joy right then and there.

"Yes!" you immediately responded, "yes, those were holograms! I, uh, plugged a flashdrive into the ceiling projector before I got on stage! I'd explain it but it involves algorithms, science stuff, things I myself don't really get, y'know?"

The crowd of students erupted into a thunderous applause, clearly entertained by your 'concept.' You gave a small nod in their direction, a nervous smile still plastered on your face, though it couldn’t hide the flicker of relief. Meanwhile, the boys who had been performing with you moments ago now stood just offstage, watching with pride as the excitement unfolded.

"That's wild, mates," Chan exasperatedly stated, a tad tired from how hard he had just performed. "They can see us when we play, but not when the music ends."

"We should double check!" Changbin replied, smacking a gentle hand against Chan's chest as he hopped back on stage; subsequently, he began dancing idiotically, moving in weird, stuttery movements. If the student body could have seen him, they would have scrunched their faces in disgust at the unusual behavior. Thankfully, they could not see him, and once Changbin reached this realization, he hopped off of the stage and whispered the obvious fact to Han and Chan.

"I wish I couldn't see you," Han muttered sassily, refusing to make eye contact with the shorter male. Changbin shrugged and made his way to make a one-sided conversation with the purple Dirty Candy member, whom Carrie was currently criticizing for her previous hologram comment.

As the principal dismissed the students back to class, Mrs. Jeon approached you, a grin wide on her face.

"Mrs. Jeon, I am so sorry for not asking for permission," you hurriedly apologized, moving down to sit down in front of her on the stage. "I wanted to prove my place in this school."

"As amazing as that was, y/n," she started, the grin disapaiting slowly, "your spot's already been filled." She motioned to a student who was carrying a cello down the gymnasium bleacher steps; the instrument was nearly twice his size, and it banged with each step down.

"Come on! He can barely lift the thing!" you yelled as your eyebrows furrowed.

"He'll grow into it," Mrs. Jeon waved her hand dismissively. She quickly turned her attention back to you. "I wish I could help, I truly do, but it's not up to me."

"It is up to me," the director added on as she made her way towards you and Mrs. Jeon, her hands clasping together. "Don't get me wrong, I am not in any fashion condoning this little stunt, but I am not going down in history as the director who kicked y/n y/l/n out of her high school music program."

If you were not physically smiling, your eyes sure were.

"Thank you!" you exhuberantly exclaimed.

"But," she contradicted, causing your spirit to dim slightly. "I want a part in your thank you speech at the Grammys." The comment eased your mind, eliciting giggles from both you and Mrs. Jeon.

"Definitely," you reassured as you nodded your head. She reciprocated the head motion as she turned to walk away. Mrs. Jeon looked at you, pride visible in her expression.

"Welcome back, sweetheart."

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You scowered the hallways in an attempt to find Flynn, who had somehow snuck out of your sights after the performance was over. You found her back in the empty music room, fiddling at the trumpet she had been playing when the both of you had made your way to the gymnasium.

"There you are!" you sighed out of relief once you had found her. "What'd you think?"

"You...did it," she said, surprisingly nonchalant for a girl who had been hyping you up all afternoon. "Good job."

"Are you okay?" you asked out of concern, taking the seat besides her.

"I'm great, what do you mean," she replied sarcastically, never taking her gaze off of the trumpet.

"You don't sound great." You attempted to rest a hand on her back, but she quickly jerked it off of her.

"Just didn't know you had started playing with a hologram band," she told you bluntly, smirking coldly.

"Oh, that!" you nodded, dread suddenly overtaking you once more as you thought of something on the spot to reply with. "It was one song; we aren't a band! I mean, they are a band. A hologram band. For sure holograms!" you put emphasis on the word, hoping she would not be too suspicious at the sudden appearance of the phantoms.

"Noticed that," she sharply commented. "Any reason you've been keeping them a secret?" She finally looked up at you, the look in her eyes dejected, almost depressed even.

"There's a reason!" you instantly responded, your voice wavering out of anxiety; no thoughts came to your mind on how to cover the boys up this time, so you opted for a simple, "But, I can't tell you. They got me back into the music program though!" You waved your hands around flamboyantly, contrasting the stark demeanor on Flynn's face.

"Are you lying to me?" she questioned, her gaze staring intently into yours; your faux excitement quickly faltered as you exhaled deeply.

"Yeah," you admitted. "I am."

"So, when did we start lying to each other?" Flynn kicked her feet at the ground as she questioned you, the sadness on her face now morphing into anger.

"Flynn," you began. You could not think of a proper explanation, still; you knew your best friend would think you were absolutely nuts if you told her the "holograms" were really ghosts. All you could mumble out was an, "I'm sorry."

"'I'm sorry?'" she repeated your words, crossing her arms out of rage. "That's all you've got?"

"You wouldn't understand!" you retaliated, raising your voice significantly higher than intended. Flynn nodded her head before standing up.

"I guess we just don't understand each other anymore then," she said solemnly before marching off. You hopped out of your seat, following after her swiftly into the hallways and calling her name repeatedly; however, you could not catch up to her. The students in the hallways kept blocking your way, either scrambling to get to class or congratulating you on your performance.

"It's true! That was absolutely incredible!" a blonde haired boy came up to you, following a comment one of the football players had said about your performance being similar to Coachella. The boy was Felix, also known as the boy you had been crushing on for years; the mere sight of him made your heart race as you beamed.

The happiness did not last for long, however, as Carrie quickly appeared beside him; the two had been going out for months, and her presence demeaned you in more ways than one.

"It was!" she added onto Felix's congratulatory message. "It was immensely better than the time you flaked on your performance and cried!" You quirked an eyebrow towards her as Felix lightly grasped her shoulder.

"Let's get to class, yeah?" he whispered to her as she scoffed.

"Yeah," you agreed, causing both of them to glance at you. "Then maybe you could study up on some manners!" Felix had to stifle a chuckle at your comment; Carrie, on the other hand, looked you up and down judgingly before walking away. As she made her distance, Felix scolded her on her comments, and you overheard a conversation about how you did not deserve your chair back.

You ignored the comments and turned a nearby corner.

"Y/n!" three voices exclaimed loudly, scaring you out of your socks and causing you to jump.

"Stop doing that!" you shouted, attempting to smack Chan's shoulder; of course, your hand passed through his dematerialized figure.

"Nice try," he smirked, a playful wink following his words that sent an unexpected flutter through your chest, leaving your heart racing. It was the same type of race that sent your mind a-haze as you spoke to Felix earlier.

'No way,' you thought. ‘He’s a ghost.’ You quickly pushed the wild thought aside, trying to reason with yourself, but before you could calm the frantic pace of your thoughts, Chan spoke again.

"Anyways," he began. "Are we not going to talk about what just happened?!" His tone was hyper, exhilerated at the performance the four of you had put on.

"Yeah, the whole school could see you," you restated the aforementioned events. "It's lowkey freaking me out."

"Okay!" Han commented in a relieved demeanor. "It's freaking me out too! Like, you could see us and now people can see us whenever we play music, and my clothes are made of air but I am still getting a wedgie!" You scrunched your face at Han's TMI of a rambling.

"The important thing is," Chan deflected from Han's comments, "we killed it in there! They loved you, y/n!"

"They loved us," you corrected, glancing back and forth between the three before settling an adoring look upon Chan. "That was an amazing song, Channie. Thank you." He smiled, his tongue playing in between his teeth, at the nickname.

"And did you guys see the cheerleaders looking at me?" Changbin enlivenly asked. "At least I think they were looking at me." He suddenly grasped Chan's shoulders, turning the older towards him. "Please say they were looking at me." You smiled at Changbin's adorable actions.

"Bin, they totally were," Chan confirmed as he cupped Changbins face, shaking it gently and causing Changbin to explode with thrill. In contrast to Han and Chan's animation, Han still appeared perplexed.

"The afterlife should really come with instructions," he whispered to himself.

"Well, the good thing is that nobody knew you guys were ghosts," you explained to them. "I passed you guys off as holograms. Plus, I got back into the music program." You shoved your hands into your pockets as you said that, your manner becoming saddened.

"That's great!" Changbin cheered. "Why do you look so bummed out?"

"Dude, you're making this face," Chan threw his arms around the two other boys, bringing them closer in as they displayed exaggerated frowns to mimic your own.

"Things just got weird between me and Flynn," you shrugged. "She asked about you guys and obviously I can't tell her that you guys are ghosts."

"Sweet," Changbin replied, surprising you slightly. "Girls are already talking about us." He threw a finger gun at you, winking in a silly manner.

"Stop. I'm serious," you nearly whined out due to dejection. "I can't tell her about you guys so she thinks I'm lying to her."

"You kind of are," Han replied.

"Not the point," you held your hand up dismissively. "If I tell Flynn you guys are ghosts, she'll think I've gone off the deep end." At that time, a janitor rolled a cleaning cart through the hall way, looking at you as if you had gone insane; after all you did look as if you were talking to yourself.

"That guy definitely thinks you've gone off the deep end," Changbin pointed to the janitor as he walked away. You could not help but smile at the circumstance.

"I gotta get to class," you commented, moving past the blockade of boys; Chan moved out of your way, forgetting you could not make contact with him.

"Later, y/n," Changbin waved. "Oh! Can you set me up with one of those cheerleaders?!"

"Make sure to tell them that he's dead!" Han hollered after you, causing you to giggle.

"No, leave that part out!" Changbin opposed, turning around to meet a slammed-shut door.

"And, she's gone."

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Han was pacing back and forth in the studio, stressed out of his mind as he pondered anxiously.

"I think he's practicing his model strut," Changbin whispered to Chan.

"He's so nervous that it's making me nervous," Chan nodded his head in agreement.

"Okay, you guys know I don't handle change well," Han motioned to them as he stopped racing. "Death? That was a change. Becoming ghosts? Another change. Now, we can be seen whenever we play with y/n. Big freaking change!"

"Yeah, but it was a good change," Chan countered. "With her, we can be on stage again. Be the band we never got the chance to be. Come on, you guys gotta be down for that." He looked to Changbin for approval, and the latter smiled in assertation.

"Duh, who wouldn't be," Han's nervy tone contrasted his assurred statement. "I just wanna know why."

"Forget about the why," Chan commanded. "In fact, I say we invite y/n to join 3RACHA." He suggested as he stood up.

"Absolutely!" Changbin stood up as well, agreeing with the older. "I mean think about it: with a new lead singer, we'd be legendary."

"Hey!" Chan boomed in Changbin's face, causing the younger to jerk his head towards Chan. "I'm our lead singer."

"Dude," Changbin retaliated. "That girl has the voice of an angel. Plus, she can make us visible. Without her, we're just background noise."

"You don't gotta be so mean about it," Chan faux pouted; meanwhile, Han began walking back and forth once again. "And we're back on the runway!" Chan commented as he noticed his friend's dread-filled motions.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Han halted in his steps, looking down at the ground as he sighed. "I gotta get some air." He rushed towards the doors to the studio, attempting to grab the door handle; however, his hand passed straight through, making no contact with the object.

"You know you can just poof out, right?" Changbin questioned.

"Don't tell me how to ghost!" Han nearly yelled at the bassist, causing him to whistle surprisingly; despite his comment, Han did as Changbin had stated and warped out of the studio.

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Han walked for a long time, seeing all of the people who could not see him. He felt a sense of disappointment as he reminisced on the nearly thirty years he had missed out on. So much had changed, from technology to trends; he felt like an outsiders in multiple aspects.

He kept his gaze focused dejectedly on the ground; as such, he did not notice nor hear the male approaching behind him until they had collided into one another. The unknown clutz had been on a skateboard, riding through the streets of Sunset Boulevard without a care in the world.

The two males coughed and groaned in pain, the unknown one of the two standing up first and inspecting every inch of his board.

"Dude, you dinged my board!" he exclaimed, his gaze full of rage towards Han.

"Dinged your board?" Han asked in disbelief. "You dinged me! You're lucky I don't-" Han paused, realizing the reality of the situation at hand. "You. You dinged me. You could touch me, hit me. Are you a ghost?"

"Yep," the guy replied bluntly. "Ever since I realized the hard way that skating in traffic was bad." He took off his helmet, allowing Han to steal a good look at him. He had short brown hair that was curly in the front; his face was perfectly round, complimented by fair skin and matching chocolate eyes.

'He's ethereal,' Han thought to himself, the look turning into a prolonged gaze.

"Hey, uh," the guy began, snapping Han out of his burning stare. "Sorry I ran into you. I honestly thought you were a lifer and I would just pass right through you."

"A lifer?" Han stammeredly questioned, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Yeah," the boy responded. "Just a word for living people. I presume you're new to the whole ghost thing?"

"Am I being too obvious?" Han nervously smiled, scratching the back of his head.

"Just a little," the boy chuckled. "Hey, uh, I'm Minho." He held out a hand for Han to shake, the latter of whom took it gratefully.

"Han." The two boys smiled at each other for a prolonged period of time, both of their cheeks dusted pink as they longingly stared at one another.

The next few minutes consisted of nothing but small talk, including Minho asking Han his business in Hollywood, Han explaining his minor afterlife crisis, and Minho telling Han he could help as long as Han kept up with him on his skateboard. Han chased after the skater boy, giggles escaping him every so often.

He had no idea the impact Minho was about to have on his afterlife.

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"Changbin, what do you think about this riff?" Chan inquired as he strummed his guitar with precision; the two bandmates had been working on a melody all day, a method they hoped would get you to join 3RACHA.

"Sweet, I'm feelin' it!" Changbin exclaimed. "Then I can come in with a little." Changbin followed his sentence up with an adorning bass riff.

"Then y/n comes in with her killer lyrics!" Chan continued.

"And 3RACHA is reborn!" Changbin finished as the two began playing. At that time, you entered the garage, your calm expression soon morphing into one of disappointment.

"Guys!" you called out to the two, causing them to halt in playing their instruments. "You guys aren't supposed to be playing alone out here."

"But we're not alone," Changbin retaliated playfully as Chan wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "because we always have each other!" You rolled your eyes at his response, a smirk daring to play at your expression.

"We only had our amps on volume one," Chan explained, his Aussie accent thick in respondance.

"But we rocked it on level ten!" Changbin followed up. "Wanna hear it again?" You replied to Changbin's question by unplugging his bass from the nearby amp. Changbin and Chan nodded in understanding, setting their instruments down on their stands.

"We actually have some huge news for you," Chan stated abruptly. "We had a band meeting earlier, and," as Chan pointed to Changbin, the latter began to draft a drumrool by patting on his knees.

"We want you to join 3RACHA!" Chan exclaimed, excitement present in his voice. "Don't worry! This isn't a joke." You widened your eyes, mouth slightly agape.

"Oh," you responded nonchalantly, instantly causing both boys' expressions to diminish.

"'Oh?'" Chan repeated confused. "That's what you say when you get socks for Christmas, not when you're invited to join the most epic band ever!"

"I'm sorry," you deeply exhaled as you genuinely apologized. "I'm honored, truly, but I can't focus on anything besides Flynn right now. She's still mad at me and won't return any of my texts." Changbin rubbed his hands together and Chan put his hands on his hips, both of them doing what they did out of both awkwardness and sympathy.

"Yeah, you're in a tough spot," Chan stated, sort of dismissively. "So you wanna join the band?" You quirked an annoyed eyebrow.

"Read the room, Chan," you told him before attempting to walk out of the studio.

"Oh come on!" Chan called after you. "We need you, and you need us because you need music." His statement made you halt in your tracks as you turned slowly around, your expression hinting him to explain farther.

"Look, Binnie and I found this poem you wrote, and we added this cool beat to it! It sounds awesome!" You glared at the boys now, furrowing your eyebrows as your gaze shifted to the paper.

"Where did you get that?" you interrogated the boys, causing them to look back and forth at each other with guilt present in their faces.

"Uh," Chan stuttered. "Definitely not from your Dream Box!" Chan shoved Changbin in front of him as a defense measure; as a result, Changbin smiled nervously at you as you dashed towards Chan, and he instinctually moved out of the way.

"You went through my stuff?!" you screamed at Chan as he escaped to hide behind the piano.

"Yeah, we can do that now!" Changbin obliviously commented.

"No, you cannot!" you argued. "Boundaries, remember? Give it back!" you attempted to snatch the paper out of Chan's hands; however, he jerked his hand back quickly, hopping on top of the grand piano.

"No!" Chan denied, his tone of voice condescending yet encouraging. "You need to realize the insane amount of talent you have! Listen to this: 'If somebody hurts you, I'm gonna get hurt too. And my life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo.'" Chan harped on the last part of the poem, turning it into lyrics in order to fit the mental melody he and Changbin had created.

"Oh-oh!" speaking of Changbin, he complimented the end of the lyric with his own sonata.

"It’s a killer melody," Chan remarked, his voice soft and breathy, a tone that you found undeniably attractive. Your cheeks flushed faintly, warmth spreading across your face as you tried to ignore the effect his words had on you.

"I wrote that about Flynn when she was helping me through my mom's death," you explained, your expression quickly shifting from Chan's captivity to sorrow as you reminisced on the tough time with your friend. "I need to go," you said as you walked away, opening the studio doors.

"What about the band?" Chan questioned as you stepped outside, his eyes going sad.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" you responded, giving Chan a tad of hope. "Stay out of my room!"

Consider that optimism lost.

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Chan and Changbin stood at the piano, humming the lyrics to your poem and questioning the part about "deep dish" and whether it referred to pizza or secrets. All of a sudden, Han appeared in between the two boys beaming the day away.

"Hey, man!" Changbin grinned back. "Where ya been?"

"Kind of everywhere, honestly," Han admitted. "I met a new ghost friend, and he answered a lot of my questions."

"Yeah? Like whether or not y/n is gonna join the band?" Chan asked sarcastically.

"Well we didn't really discuss that," Han responded in a perplexed manner, turning his attention immediately back to Changbin. "But, I figured out why we're here! All ghosts have some sort of unfinished business that we need to complete before we can pass over to the afterlife." Han smiled brightly as he explained all of the concepts Minho had told him about.

"Why would we do that?" Chan questioned, shocking his bandmates. "I'm just saying this is like a second chance for us. We just need to get y/n to play with us."

"Yeah, turns out the girl can write just as well as she can sing," Changbin told Han. "Chan and I made a killer melody out of a poem she wrote." As Changbin finished his sentence, Chan handed Han the paper containing your lyrics.

"Ah, without your drummer," Han noted disappointedly.

"Drumming is so 90's, Han," Chan replied.

"Well you know what else is so 90's?" Han retaliated. "Being rude. Get woke, Chan. These are sensitive times." He finished his reprisal by slapping the paper against Chan's chest, his hand coming into contact roughly with Chan.

"I learned that from my ghost friend," Han whispered to Changbin with glee.

"Woke," Changbin repeated while laughing. "Weird word. What's it mean?"

"No clue."

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It took a long time for the guys to convince you to play the song with them; eventually you came to a compromise: you would play the song if you were able to use it as an apology to Flynn.

It took even more convincing to get her to come over to your place; however, she quickly obliged once you told her the "holograms" she had seen perform were actually ghosts. She was both amused and a bit concerned, intrigued to see just how far the act from your end would go.

After hours of rehearsing, you texted Flynn to come over; she arrived fifteen minutes after the initial text, rapping on the door harshly. You opened the door in excitement, smiling slightly towards your friend.

"Thanks for coming," you told her. "We did our best to perfect the song, which no song is perfect, but I still think you'll enjoy it."

"Oh, no!" Flynn retaliated. "If I'm going to hear a song from your imaginary ghost band, it needs to be perfect. So, get back in there. You too!" She motioned to an empty space of air, pretending she was speaking to an unseen spirit.

"They aren't out here," you replied, chuckling slightly.

"Oh, I know," Flynn smugly replied, stepping forward and softly patting your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, closing the doors to the studio.

"Alright, guys. Y'all ready?" you inquired the boys, receiving excited nods from all three of them. Flynn stood in the middle of the studio, unknowingly close in proximity to where Changbin was setting up his bass amps.

"Oh, can you sit down here?" you gestured to a nearby chair. "Changbin needs some space to rock out, and he feels weird walking through you." Changbin gave you a thumbs up in response; in contrast, Flynn coldly giggled.

"Boy, when you create a world, you sure do live in it."

"Just sit!" you demanded of your best friend, gripping onto her shouders from behind and nearly shoving her into the chair. "As you can see, there is no technology present that can produce a hologram. Feel free to check it out." Flynn glanced around the ceiling of the garage, snarkily pursing her lips together and crossing her arms.

"The guys took a poem I wrote about you and turned into a song," you began to explain.

"Awe, I wish I didn't have to talk to your dad after this," she tilted her head in half-concernment and half-sarcasm.

"It's called 'Flying Solo,'" you lightly chuckled, dismissing her statement. "I hope you like it." With that, you began to press tempo keys on your keyboard in order to make a beat before you started to press the physical keys, singing your best friend the apology:

"If I leave you on a bad note Leave you on a sad note Guess that means I'm buying lunch that day I know all your secrets You know all my deep-dish Guess that means some things they never, they never Change We both know what I, what I, what I Mean When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me"

Flynn rocked her head to the catchy melody of the song, lost in the world of musicality; so lost in fact, that she almost did not notice when the guys appeared out of thin air. When she did, however, she nearly fell out of her seat. You chuckled at her actions as you and the 3RACHA members sang the chorus.

"My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you Hey, yeah Hey, yeah My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you"

You knelt in front of Flynn, her face a mix of confusion and a subtle hint of fear. You offered her a reassuring smile, the warmth of it meant to ease her uncertainty, before you seamlessly continued into the next verse.

"Yeah, you know who I'm likin' Way before I liked them, duh Cause you liked them first And if somebody hurts you I'm gonna get hurt too That's just how we work, yeah, that's just how we work It will never Change We both know what I, what I, what I Mean When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me"

You repeated the chorus, barely holding back laughter as Flynn’s bewilderment deepened with each passing moment. She stared in utter confusion at each phantom, from Han to Changbin, and finally Chan, completely lost in how they were all standing there in front of her. Between the choruses, you playfully guided her to each member, struggling to contain your amusement. She flinched when Chan suddenly jumped at her, and you could not help but laugh, while you vibed with Han, who was fully immersed in his energetic drumming. When you finally led her to Changbin, she hesitated before waving a hand through him, her eyes widening as her fingers passed right through him, meeting no resistance whatsoever.

"Weird, right?" Changbin asked her, noting the astoundment on her face.

"They're ghosts!" Flynn exclaimed, affirming the point you had tried to get across to her all day.

"Uh, we prefer musical spirits," Han corrected, earning an assured point and nod from Changbin.

"So does this mean you're joining our band, y/n?" Chan caught your attention, amping up his guitar riff as he asked.

"Um, I think you are joining her band," Flynn retaliated, her demeanor laced with joking sass.

"I'm gonna go with what she said." You wrapped an arm around Flynn’s shoulders, feeling the warmth of her presence beside you. As you did, you caught a sneaky smile from Chan, one that made your heart skip a beat and a flush spread across your cheeks.

Flynn looked at you two, knowingly with a smirk. You had yet to accept your feelings for Chan as of yet, but that was not the focus of today. Today was about your best friend and exemplifying your love for her.

You led her back to the studio floor as you finished out the last chorus, dancing and goofing around with Flynn as you ended out on a high-note. Your forehead was pressed against Flynn's, grins plastered on five faces in the room. You broke away from the contact, care present in your expression.

"Believe me now?"

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iouinotes · 9 months ago

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Burning Love | Leo Valdez

pairing: Leo Valdez x aphrodite!reader

book: The Heros of Olympians (Percy Jackson Universe) by Rick Riordan

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS

warnings: suggestive themes (kissing), little bit of angst

summary: reader fell in love with the camps busiest, funniest (prettiest) demigod, that makes her heart beat faster (and tries not to burst into flames all the time). But she likes that about him too.

authors note: soo, I read Heros of Olympus and Leo was just pure comedy. His character was so charasmatic and funny, I really liked him. Of course, I needed to write for him, ENJOYYYY

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Of course I was doomed to fall in love with him. Letting my heart get broken in the process, because I am physically not able to dare myself to talk to him.

What else had I expected? As a daughter of Aphrodite, this was foreseen in my fate. Well, actually it should be the other way around. After all, the ongoing tradition for centuries of the Aphrodite cabin is to break a boy's heart, but in my case it is a little complicated.

I always thought love would be something pleasant, a feeling like butterflies flying around in your stomach and wearing stylish, rose-colored glasses, that makes everything he does seem perfect. Or maybe being in love would feel like watching a beautiful fire work.

The last part is sort of true- my love literally burns for him, just as sometimes his hair sparks, when red flames are dancing through the brown strands.

I remember one time very vividly, when he walked out of the forest, visibly happy, with his hands dirty and his clothes smeared with motor oil, a satisfied grin on his face. His eyes would lighten up, as soon as found someone to talk about his projects.

Leo Valdez is the embodiment of a loyal soul, combined with an incredible humor and a talent for fixing literally anything. And I silently wish sometimes, that he could mend my broken heart too.

He's not like the other guys in this camp who always need attention, act like they're the best, like they're above everyone. No, Leo may have his pride, but he knows what he can do and he knows when to ask for help. This is usually connected with a following joke or a charming grin.

When I look at him, I often wonder how he can be so unconsciously attractive.

It's just that when my eyes find him, I'm almost in another world. And there, only he exists.

It's like he can affect my heartbeat, confuse my thoughts, charge me with electricity and set my heart on fire. All with just a lame joke, a funny remark, a wink or one of his exaggerated smiles.

I don't dare talk to him, only watch his figure from a safe distance, in a crowd where my longing stares go unnoticed. In these moments, where I realise he doesn't even know me, my emotions feel so overwhelming, as if I am the one carrying the sky instead of Atlas.

I wish I had more control over myself, that my cheeks wouldn't blush every time he glanced my way. Because he does that every now and then. And I always stare at the floor in a matter of seconds, letting my hair fall in front of my face. After all, I can't like him that obvious.

Even though I was careful, my feelings were noticed by a few others, all from my cabin. Unfortunately Piper did too. In her opinion, I should just walk up to him, bat my eyelashes and start smiling. She´s convinced, that if I would just talk to him, he would like me.

But that's the problem. If he only liked me, I couldn't handle that. If I actually became friends with him and he wouldnt fall in love with me, then I could be close to him. I mean, not in the way I want it. Like holding his hand, styling his burning hair, kissing him, watching him build something. And being crazy and proud about it afterwards, showing it off with an excited look in his eyes. Wanting appreciation for his work.

I would gladly fulfill his every wish, if he asked.

But it would be terrible having to pretend not to be completely in love with him, at least if I had to let him believe that. Maybe it's actually better if I keep my distance and he never finds out about my crush. Maybe, I would start to believe it too.

All the thoughts make my head ache and I open my eyes to concentrate on something else.

The sun shines on my skin, the waves hit the beach loudly, the straps of my green bikini top hang loosely over my shoulder. I braid a few small braids into my hair, two in the front and one in the back, where my sister helped me. I still leave my hair down so that it tickles my shoulder, I find to like it more that way.

I brush the sand off my shorts and slowly stand up, stretching my muscles and feeling a light breeze on my skin. The summer months are always the most beautiful, such as the holidays are always the quietest time. The camp is emptier than usual, many campers are spending the holidays with their families. Of course with their mortal family, the gods are not very generous when it comes to holiday visits. Nevertheless, the idea of staying on Mount Olympus for two weeks is ridiculous anyway.

Still, there are a few people left behind, including me. My father died a few years ago, and our family is so scattered around the world, so I have no close contact with them. I wouldn't want to put anyone in danger anyway. It's always sad to hear how happy the others are going home, even though I'm happy for them. But for me, Camp Half Blood is my home.

For my benefit, it is the same for Leo. I don't know much about his past, but he doesn't have a parent to visit either. But he claims, that he has more time now to work on his project, something that needs to be finished until the summer solistice arrives.

The path to the camp leads through the forest, always a bit of a nuisance with all the branches and angry nymphs that sometimes insult you. Just because you accidentally stepped on a root or sang too loudly.

Anyway, I just whistle quietly to myself, after all I'm not keen on arguing today and I'm just looking around lost in my thoughts. And because I have nothing to do, I stroll along a few other paths and explore the forest, looking up to the sky and watching the birds. It's quiet and peaceful, it feels beautiful.

Several minutes must have passed because the sun is getting closer to the horizon and the air cools down. I put on the jacket that hangs around my waist, leaving it open and continue to show my skin. When I choose another path, I suddenly see a clearing infront of me.

The next thing I know, I almost have a heart attack. In front of me lays a huge ship with a dragon's head attached to the front. I feel like I almost want to run away, but then I remember something. I know this dragon. It is Leo's metallic friend Festus, who was destroyed on their first quest. I know, because I remember the devastated look on his face, when he talked about it.

Okay, I think to myself. Two options, I go back to camp and forget I was here. Or I'll go in and have a look around. Would that be an invasion of his privacy? But if I would meet him there, we could share a moment. Like in these romance books I read about.

I think for a moment, but being curious was always a bad habit of mine. My legs move in the direction of the ship, it takes me a few minutes to find the entrance, but I manage. When I'm inside I'm amazed, my eyes seem to can't see enough. There are banners with funny inscriptions, maps full of plans, forgotten tools, furniture and weapons hanging everywhere. It's such a mess that it clearly has Leo's handwriting on it.

My fingers run over the open books, I read a few sentences and try to understand the technical language. Maybe he'll like me if I could actually understand his interests. But after just two pages it's hard to remember which button is for which function or which metal is the strongest. I could try to get the same copy, but when I try to read the title, the cover is torn and illegible. And not because of my dyslexia.

I'm so absorbed in my surroundings that I don't hear the footsteps coming. And then I almost have a heart attack for the second time, only this time from someone I'm used for it to happen.

"If I had known I would have visitors today, I would have cleaned." At his voice I freeze. I remind myself to breathe. I slowly turn around, my eyes immediately finding his face, a grin graces his lips, his hair is sweaty and when I lower my gaze, I notice that he is only wearing an apron. Which means, he is shirtless underneath.

Does he want to kill me?

Before I can say anything, he speaks again. Sweet like always.

"I think I know you. You're one of Piper's siblings. She's not here if you're looking for her?" His eyes look apologetically in my direction and I feel my heart beating in my chest. I've never spoken to him. Would now be the right time to ask the gods for help?

"No I- I'm not looking for her." I see his eyebrows raise in question.

"No? Then what gives me the honor?" As he takes a few steps towards me, I almost lose myself in his eyes. Brown and warm, as if a fire of its own glowed within them.

I feel the table at my back and say the first thing that comes to mind.

"The- uh, books." Crap. What should I do now?

"The books here? What do you need them for?" It feels like the temperature is rising, but I don't know if it's me or him. I mean, he's the one who can conjure fire with his bare hands.

"I like to read and thought it would be good to learn something about...metal?" That's probably the stupidest thing I've ever said and I can feel my cheeks turn red again.

"Oh well, luckily I can help you with that. Although I don't read the books for my enjoyment, they are quite useful. Are you looking for specific bands?" He is now standing next to me, looking at me from between the books that are laying on the table.

"No...not really. I thought I might ask you? After all, you are an expert." He seems to like the compliment, because his eyes light up and he winks at me.

"To be honest, I think it's better to learn something from practice. But I can show you some of the books later. Do you want to see what I'm currently working on? I won't light anything on fire in your presence, promise."

His comment makes me laugh and I feel myself relax, I nod and try to mentally prepare myself not to show my admiration for him too much.

He goes ahead and explains some of the functions of his ship - the Argo II. Seeing how proud he is and how he glows with an aura of joy make me never want to let me take my eyes off him.

He's so charismatic and I almost laugh at every word that comes out of his mouth. I feel so comfortable around him. And I didn't think it was possible, but actually talking to him, just made me fall in love with him even more.

He shows me his collection of tools, his magic table, the functions of the different rooms and finally his belt. Which allows him to create almost any tool he wants. It is fascinating, all of it. Him.

"It was just left behind, when I found it here. Whoever left it must have been crazy and I mean crazier than me." We stand facing each other and I smile at him. He looks at me too and I'm weak for just a moment. It's only for a second, when my eyes linger on his lips.

“Did you really come here for the books?" My eyes slowly find his and I shake my head.

"Then why?" We're so close, I can see every birthmark and every stray strand of hair on his forehead.

"I just-" our faces are so close, as if something is pulling us together. I feel his breathing, the heat radiating from him, my heart is beating as fast as if it couldn't keep up.

"-think I'm in love with you, Valdez and I will probably burst in flames, if I would kiss you now. But- thats just a side effect. Can-can I kiss you?" I notice, the tips of his hair bursting into flames.

"You wouldn't even need to charmspeak me to convince me, beautiful."

When I kissed him, the irony of our world hit me, because this time I was the one who felt like I was on fire.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #heros of olympus #leo valdez #x reader #fanfic #in love #love #funny #camp half blood #demi god

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sylvemooniet · 1 year ago

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Dead Little Bird

Word count: 4,078 words

Centric: Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd (father/son relation)

Trigger warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical death

Summary: which Bruce isn't Batman, but his children are still Robins.

Bruce was familiar with the "Robin" codename so many kids used to fight crime on their own. He already has met Dick Grayson, the little acrobatic orphan, so determined to protect the kids from bullies.

Dick was sometimes aggressive, Bruce couldn't say the contrary. He was surprised by how violently Robin beat the Wayne's kidnappers. Bruce couldn't blame him, that kid was an orphan, he needed to unleash his anger on something.

Many people didn't know how the famous billionaire playboy had soft spots for kids, especially orphans. After all, he was an orphan himself.

No one suspected a thing when the great Philanthropist adopted such a "poor helpless kid" like the little Grayson. It was funny how people theorized that the new Wayne was actually dating the mysterious Robin.

And still no one suspected when a new vigilante appeared on Bludhaven the same time the young Wayne moved away. Bruce was "alone" again. Even if he had Alfred, he missed his little Robin, but he was still proud of his Nightwing.

Then, there was a new kid. A new Robin. Such a bright smile and a great attitude, along with a fighting style obviously coming from the streets. The first time they met, he said to Bruce:

"Am I your new bodyguard now, old man?"

Wayne's memory of that day was clear as crystal, he remembers the boy headbutted one of the billionaire's kidnappers when saying that. That kid had a spark on his eyes, the spark Bruce already saw, on himself.

When the new Robin appeared in Bruce's life, the media joked about the philanthropist being a magnet to the vigilante children. And well, they weren't exactly wrong.

Besides Dick quickly revealing his identity to Bruce, it wasn't the same situation with the new kid. He even asked Alfred to do a research in all Gotham City's orphanages to find out more about the boy, but there was nothing, there was no one who looked like the new Robin. Bruce forgot the kid wasn't like Grayson, maybe he had parents, but would they really let a twelve-years-old fight crime?

Wayne offered the boy a decent Robin uniform, hence the kid's one was just dirty and fragile clothes that wouldn't help him fight crime. But the kid refused without thinking twice.

"I don't need your charity, old man. I know how to take care of myself."

The various scars on the kid's body proved he was lying. Even with the optimistic attitude and strength, there was still a truth: no Robin lasts too long.

Grayson was quite lucky, he became popular, he had support, he had Bruce. Dick was one of the only Robins who could grow up to be a better hero. It wasn't rare to see in the news about the police finding a body of a kid wearing red and green with a poorly sewed R brand.

And Bruce didn't want to see such a determined kid dead. But one night, he was just leaving a party, when he saw the kid fighting some thugs like always, but the boy obviously didn't have any advantage. Wayne's bodyguards got into action as he ordered, helping the little boy to win the fight.

But he was already unconscious. His small body was completely bruised, a reminder of a child who's already a soldier. It was unfair of a kid fighting against grown adults.

"Sir, he's still breathing."

So Bruce brought him home. It surprised Alfred to see him carrying a child in his arms again, he hadn't seen a scene like that since Dick had grown up.

When Grayson paid a visit in the next morning, he didn't expect to see a new Robin kid at the Wayne Manor. The butler told him about the last night, about how Bruce found him barely alive.

And the little boy was surprised when he woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, with the billionaire old man he liked to provoke.

"Uhh, do you collect children or something?"

It was the first thing he said to Bruce when he woke up. He was still wearing his bloody clothes, but there was Dick's old clothes on the nightstand for him.

"Wasn't I supposed to be your bodyguard, old man? Not the contrary."

He tried to get off of the bed, but even after Alfred taking care of his wounds, it still hurt. Then, he just leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. His temper was obviously different from Dick's, and he was way more stubborn.

"What's your name, kid?"

Bruce asked once again, even if everytime the answer was the same.

"None of your business."

And the boy wouldn't change his reply so easily.

"Listen to me, I really need your name, and your parents' phone number, they must be worried about you."

For some reason, that made the kid chuckle like it was a really bad joke.

"I'm Jason. Jason Todd. And my parents aren't exactly available, y'know?"

"... What do you mean?"

Bruce already expected an answer coming from Jason. But if he really was an orphan, why Alfred didn't find anything about him while searching?

"Well, old man, my parents are pretty much dead."

"But, but… I made searches about you, you aren't in any orphanage or foster system. Is there anyone who's taking care of you?"

"As I said before, I can take care of myself, old man."

"But you're a child."

"Wrong, I'm a Robin."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, not even Grayson was that stubborn, but still, he wasn't Grayson, he was Todd.

"Why were you fighting so many people? They were double your size and clearly on advantage against you."

"They were stopping me from reaching my goal."

"And what is it?"

For a moment, Jason looked at him like what he truly was, a lost kid. Then, he looked away, almost like he was holding his tears, hiding them from Bruce and himself. He needed to be strong, like a real Robin.

"It doesn't matter, alright? Thanks for saving me or whatever, but I can just go now."

"Where do you live?"

"What are you? A stalker?"

Jason replied quickly, being extremely defensive.

"Jason, you said your parents are dead, where do you live? And with who?"

"Nowhere, and with no one. I'm no one's son."

"You're a kid, you can't just live on the streets."

Bruce said, his voice getting more soft as he tried to gain Jason's trust.

"Am I your new charity project, old man? Will you adopt me just like you did with the other Robin?"

Dick was spying the conversation through the slightly open door, but he backed away when Jason mentioned him. The boy was smart enough to connect the dots between Dick Grayson-Wayne and the acrobatic boy wonder.

"Listen to me, Jason. You at least need a place to live, and I need to compensate for the times you saved me."

"I don't need your help."

Jason tried to get out of the bed once again, but his body was shaking, still weak. He looked like a helpless kid, and he hated that.

"Jason, please, at least let me pay you a place to live. I know being Robin doesn't pay you."

"... Fine. But remember, you're not my father, and I'm not your trophy son."

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Kids were supposed to be easy to deal with. But as Jason stated various times, he wasn't a kid, he was a Robin, and being Robin gave him magic.

Both Alfred and Dick were surprised when Bruce told them he bought an apartment for a "random kid". Jason wasn't a random kid to him… Even if they weren't actually close to each other.

There was a kind of new routine in the Wayne Manor, at least once a week the little Robin came to ask Alfred to help him with the worst wounds he got and couldn't patch them himself. And sometimes he also came to return Bruce back to safety after another attempt of criminals to kidnap Bruce.

"You need to learn how to take care of yourself, old man."

Jason joked, wiping the blood out of his nose, he smiled, even after being hurt because of another fight. He was used to it, and not for just being Robin. But it wasn't a problem anymore, he had his Robin's magic.

And if Bruce was lucky enough, the little Todd would come by for dinner. He was hard to convince, but he still enjoyed being with Bruce, Alfred and sometimes, Dick.

And in an "unfortunate night", according to Jason, Grayson made up a nickname for him, and never stopped using it. "Little Wing", it was how he called the boy.

"When I get older, I'll be taller than you. You'll see who's the little one!"

That just made Dick laugh at him, he said Jason looked cute when he tried to threaten someone, and Alfred hid the knives just to guarantee the boy wouldn't take extreme measures.

Bruce thought of Dick as a reflection of himself, but Jason was unique. The boy wasn't like any of the Waynes, he was in fact a Todd, he was not part of the family.

Grayson and him were Robins, but they were different. Even when Dick was violent, it doesn't compare to how bruised the pimps Jason fought were. The news said this Boy Wonder was crazy, aggressive, the worst Robin Gotham City ever had.

"I can't wait to find this kid dead in a dark alley."

It was what Jason overheard from a cop another day. Once the policeman and the young vigilante met again, the man had an "accident" during work that broke his arm.

Alfred noticed the little boy was smiling a lot during dinner that day, even more than usual. And the butler knew that smile, a smile of a child who just did a mischievous thing.

"Master Jason, did you have a lot of fun today?"

"A lot, Alfred."

One day, a body was found under a balcony, it was presumed the man was pushed to his death. And on that balcony, there was Robin, the possible culprit. And people accused a child of murder.

"I didn't kill him! And what if I did? He literally violated a woman!"

Jason tried to justify himself to Bruce, who was worried about the boy, as he was needing to hide himself, afraid of getting arrested.

"Jason, you can trust me, have you done it?"

Wayne asked him with a soft tone, trying to comfort the little boy. He tried to reach his hand to touch Jason's shoulder, but he stepped back.

"Bruce, do you really think I'm a murderer!?"

The man didn't answer, and Jason felt his heart breaking, the boy thought he could finally trust someone. But he was still seen as a criminal, even to the person he thought… The person he thought could be a new father to him.

"Jason… I…"

Bruce stopped himself, as he noticed something. The Robin was crying, and he was actually being a child, not a hero. A child in despair to be trusted.

"Jason… I'm…"

He didn't let Wayne finish, he just ran away out of the manor. And Bruce didn't stop him. He broke the boy's trust, and he didn't deserve to say anything to him.

Bruce tried to be the father of a no one's son. And nobody is surprised he failed. The Wayne Manor isn't supposed to be a place for kids like Jason, who fought fate itself to survive.

But, a week later, the investigation stopped, Robin was no longer a suspect. It was very sudden, but the detectives with a new big quantity of money in their pockets wouldn't justify it.

And in the same night the investigations stopped. In the same rainy night, the window of the Wayne Manor was opened by an "intruder", who noticed the great Philanthropist on the couch, like he was waiting for someone.

The little "intruder" sat down with him, his head leaned on his shoulder. Bruce caressed the boy's soaked hair, which startled him a little bit, but he slowly gave in.

"I'm sorry, Jason."

Despite Bruce's morals, his codes, the laws. He would do anything for his sons, no matter what. And Jason knew that, and he finally felt safe.

==========

Jason spent his fourteenth and fifteenth birthday with the Waynes, and even if he didn't say it, he wanted to spend all his birthdays with them.

It didn't matter if the boy wasn't in the charity galas like Dick was. It didn't matter if he didn't show himself publicly as a Wayne. Bruce saw Jason as his little bird, as his son.

And Bruce was really proud of his son. Like Grayson, he was a hero. He watched how Todd was growing up, how he was growing better, and he was a hero Bruce could never be.

The Robin was always around in the manor, even if he wouldn't easily admit, he felt at home. All the dinners, the sleepovers, the movie nights, it felt like home. He finally had a home to come back to by the end of the day.

Bruce would make a surprise for Jason, finally getting the paperwork to adopt the little bird, to finally call him "son". It would be a surprise gift, right after him coming back from patrol as Robin.

Wayne waited excited, he knew Todd would be equally happy. He was so proud of what he became, and will be more proud when he finally can call this hero his son.

It was already late, and he still didn't come back. He tried calling him, hoping he just went directly to his apartment that night, it would be understandable, but nobody picked up the phone.

Bruce turned on the television, maybe Jason was late because he was in the middle of a big situation. It already happened sometimes, so it wouldn't be different from those times. But all that he heard was nothing about one of the Robins.

But Jason, he only heard the sound of his ribs breaking after yet another hit with that crowbar. His vision was completely blurry, and it was so hard to breathe. He looked over the woman that smoked while he was in pain.

Jason never told Bruce about how he was searching for his biological mother, just Alfred was helping him secretly, and he made the butler promise he wouldn't tell anyone.

But the little Robin didn't expect his mother to be a backstabber, and in that exact moment, the metal hit his back, breaking even more ribs. Then, he heard laughter.

The laughter of a maniac clown, the one who was enjoying so much causing pain to him. Sometimes he even joked about it, like it was the most funny thing to watch.

"Uh oh, the little bird got a broken wing, maybe your mommy could help you… Oops!"

Then, more laughter followed by another hit that made his eyes water again. Jason was feeling so weak, feeling the cold floor and his own blood accumulating under him.

"D-dad…"

Jason cried out, his voice hoarse and weak. That brought his mother's attention, she knew Willis Todd was dead. But that wasn't the father her son was calling for. He was calling for Bruce, even if he wasn't a vigilante like him, even if he couldn't fight anyone.

Jason just wanted to be in his father's arms again, even if he's dying. He just wanted to be home again.

"Awn, look! Little bird is calling for daddy. What a pity!"

He sobbed in silence, he couldn't give that clown the happiness for breaking him. Jason was broken, very broken, but still, he shouldn't cry, Bruce would probably be disappointed at him.

If his biological mother betrayed him, backstabbed him without thinking twice, Bruce would never save him, even if he knew about his current situation.

The boy's mind became foggy, probably because of so many times his head got hit by that fucking crowbar. The psychopath clown wasn't there anymore, but his mother was tied up. His only memories were of untying her, and a ticking sound, then, nothing.

Bruce found himself awake until very late, even if his mind felt asleep, it woke up, and unfortunately, to the sound of Vicki Vale's voice.

"... A sudden explosion occurred in a warehouse in Gotham City's south area. The GCPD is investigating what might have caused it."

The camera showed a lot of rubble, and various policemen around the area, searching for clues and possible bodies. And they found it.

"Attention! The police just found the body of a child!"

Bruce became startled, his heart was getting tight on his chest, and the tears were ready to come. And when the camera zoomed to a very familiar boy's body, he felt broken.

He didn't get any time for any other type of reaction, his emotions were taking total control of him, Bruce was no longer acting rational. Minutes later, he was exiting the car right in front of the crime scene.

"I can't believe it, Mister Wayne! What are you doing here!?"

And similar reactions were heard by him, but completely ignored as he walked towards his son's body, which was being taken by the police.

"Mister Wayne, you shouldn't come closer, this is a crime scene."

They tried to stop Wayne, but they failed, as he got Jason's limp body in his arms. The boy was already so cold, his eyes still open, all the blue going away. The blood was still wet, staining Bruce's clothes, but he didn't care.

His little bird was dead. His son was dead. Bruce thought the pain of his parents' death was unbearable, but he never thought he would have his son's body in his arms, so cold, so lifeless.

Bruce carefully closed the corpse's eyes, so it looked like the boy was just sleeping, but he knew he wasn't. He held his son tighter to his chest, and screamed. His screams were so painful, as his heart was completely shattered.

Alfred made sure the police and the media wouldn't talk about that moment. And the butler also made sure the boy would be buried with the Waynes, as he should be.

Jason wasn't as lucky as Dick, he wasn't an exception. His end was just like the other Robins. Dead, found brutally killed.

Grayson really wanted to see Jason grow up to prove he wasn't his Little Wing anymore. Grayson wished he could call his little brother his Big Wing.

Alfred really wanted to see Jason's mischievous smile once again. Alfred wished he could bake Jason's sixteenth birthday cake.

Bruce really wished he could have saved Jason. Bruce really wished he could see Jason's smile again. Bruce really wished to hear Jason calling him old man again.

Bruce wanted his little bird back.

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Both the media and the GCPD didn't want to admit it, but Gotham got worse after Jason's death. He was one of the best Robins the city ever had.

Dick spent more time in Gotham since that, to act both as Nightwing and comfort Bruce. Wayne needed his son to be with him, and even if Grayson wasn't the son he wanted, he wanted to make his father happy.

They just didn't expect to find Bruce's neighbor inside of the manor, wearing a Robin costume, while having the worst dark bags under his eyes.

Somehow, the little boy knew about the relation Bruce had with the Robins, he knew about Dick and also knew about Jason. The Waynes started to think that kid was a stalker.

The boy was Timothy Drake, who was clearly obsessed with the Robin concept, and the fact the most important Robins of the city were his neighbors, it made him very excited. Even if one was gone.

"C'mon, Bruce, could you resist this kid puppy's eyes?"

Somehow, Dick convinced the philanthropist to not report the kid to his parents, or even to the police. And Tim's parents didn't seem to care about his safety, since he was just running around as Robin without them worrying about him.

And the story repeated itself, with Bruce having another Robin under his wing. He expected the story would go differently, and he wouldn't need to hold his son's body again.

The years were going through, and still, every single day Bruce had visited Jason's grave, but still, he wasn't in the moment his son dug out of his own grave.

It wasn't a surprise when the philanthropist was once again kidnapped, criminals really liked abducting rich people. But he wasn't in panic, it was just like another Saturday, and he was just waiting for Tim to show up.

But it wasn't a Robin who showed up. A person with a red helmet entered the room, and even if Bruce nor the criminals could see his face, they knew he was pissed.

"You idiots can't do a thing right, I told you to not get him. You should give me a reason to not explode your heads right now."

The mysterious man said, and Bruce could feel some familiarity in his voice. The criminals didn't even dare to blink in the wrong moment, obviously scared by their leader.

"You should all go, and if any of you try eavesdropping, I'll cut your ears off."

They all exited immediately, even Wayne was scared by his attitude. And for some reason, he was freeing him from the restraints. That was a very different kind of mob boss.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, old man. I don't hurt you and you don't call those pigs, are we good?"

Bruce looked at him suspiciously, everything was so familiar, but he couldn't point it out.

"Also, don't call your bird boys, do you hear me?"

"You mean the Robins?"

"Exactly, old man. You keep collecting them, apparently. So, just leave, call your butler to take you or whatever."

"Why are you just letting me go?"

"Damn, how ungrateful of you. It's because you're not a bad rich person, if you were some like, I don't know, Lex Luthor, you'd be already dead."

"... Thanks."

"Just go already."

And when Bruce left the building, he almost immediately found Tim, who was in his Robin uniform. If Jason was alive, he would feel replaced.

Days later, the news was just about the infamous Red Hood, who was cleaning up the streets from crime, while staining them with blood.

And still, somehow, the Red Hood and Bruce kept meeting, as criminals still tried to steal from him. And for some reason, a mob boss was determined to protect him.

"Am I your new bodyguard now, old man?"

That phrase, those exact words, they were so familiar, it reminded him of his son. But if Jason was alive, he would think he was forgotten.

"Do I… Do I know you?"

Bruce asked, searching for eye contact even if the man hid his face behind that helmet.

"I saved your ass sometimes. Geez, old man, have you already forgotten? Most of the time, people don't forget about a man with a red helmet."

"No, it's not it. I feel like we've met before. Before all this."

If Jason was alive, he would think his father just moved on after his death.

"What if we did meet? Does something change?"

"You… You remind me of my son."

"Your… Son?"

If Jason was alive, he would have thought his death was meaningless to Bruce, or to anyone.

"My son, Jason."

And he was alive. The Red Hood removed his helmet, revealing the face Bruce missed seeing. Jason was older, but it was still him, even if he was changed. It was still his son.

Bruce was in complete shock as he tried to process the information his son was alive. Jason thought his father would back down, run away from the pain, he must have done the same when he was dead, right?

But Bruce's arms were wrapped around him, hugging him tightly, like he was afraid he would lose his son again. Jason gasped in surprise, but returned the hug. He thought his dad forgot about him, but he didn't.

Wayne cried on his shoulder, and he noticed how tall his son got. He was his little bird, but he was so big now, completely grown up.

"Bruce…"

"I missed you, little bird, I missed you so much."

#dc comics #robin jason #jason todd #Bruce Wayne #good dad bruce wayne #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #no capes au #kinda #mentioned Dick Grayson #mentioned Tim Drake #red hood #no beta we die like Jason #bat family #robins #oneshot #brucie wayne #civilian bruce au

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bardcore-jaskier · 2 years ago

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♡ Jaskier rant/vent ♡

Hiya, here is a long ass rant/vent about my Netflix Witcher frustrations with how the show-runners are treating Jaskier's character. Because even though I love the books and games, I couldn't give a rat's ass about the changes Lauren made to the witcher plot. Because if it were to be adapted into a show following the source material word for word, page for page, it wouldn't be worth watching because I already know the damn story. It's refreshing to see these changes, new ideas etc. But ofc, I do still have a bone to pick with them.

The venting part:

Ok, so you know how in my bio it says that this is a Jaskier centric blog and that Jaskier deserves to be loved? Yeah, that's because I'm salty AF, the saltiest motherfucker on Earth right now. Because the way Netflix or...mostly Lauren treat Jaskier as a character on this show is atrocious! A beloved fan favorite they intend to milk but know not how, using him instead as nothing other than comedic relief and the occasional tool to move the plot in a certain direction.

They're stingy with his character development, with his screen time, with complexity. When we see him in pain it is later dismissed, as if it never happened. Where are his bruises and burns from Rience's torture? He was bleeding from his mouth, he had probably taken a few punches to his face. And Rience held his flame to Jaskier's fingers for at least five seconds, the heat of which compares to a lit match, nobody could walk away from something like that without second degree burns that would take many weeks to heal. And in Jaskier's case? Walking around with an exposed wound like that, touching things all the time, crawling across a dirty floor under the table when the witchers were fighting Voleth Mier? He realistically should have had a serious infection by now.

Also, tell me I am not the only one who noticed this, and I ask myself this quite often: Why OH WHY does it seem like the ONLY people who enjoy Jaskier's company, his presence, him in general, are the audiences he performs for and the elves? Everybody else seems to either shit on him the moment they see him or keep him around because he's loyal and amusing.

Idk about you, but I don't take kindly to the fact that the only character to treat Jaskier with respect and dignity in season 2 was Yennefer. Although THANK FUCK for Yennefer, I fucking LOVE her so much! But yeah.....

Like sure thing, Geralt evidently trusts Jaskier a lot, he is obviously fond of him, but to be honest I haven't seen enough of that fondness on screen to get the impression that their friendship is just like their bromance in the books. In season 1 they only show us scenes of Geralt barely putting up with Jaskier, ignoring him, insulting his singing (which is basically Jaskier's core, his life, his everything, it's what he lives and breathes for), barely admitting to their friendship out loud and then blaming Jaskier for everything that went wrong in his life! Like dude, I know Jaskier isn't exactly a pure and innocent cinnamon roll, I'm aware that he is a slutty little trouble magnet who can sometimes talk too much, but he is also a good friend! Even with whatever little screen time he gets, he is every inch the good friend that Dandelion is in the books!

In season 1 it's very clear that he cares, he asked Geralt if he's ok, he said "Talk to me", he tried to help Geralt deal with Borch's fake death, he offered Geralt an opportunity to go on a vacation, because he gives a fucking damn about him. Even in Cintra, when he asked Geralt for a favor, aka guard him, he made a comment about rubbing chamomile on his body, aka most likely massaging Geralt's sore arse muscles after a hunt.

But Geralt? Just the bare fucking minimum, saving Jaskier's life a few times, a few fond smiles here and there, otherwise looking rather uninterested in Jaskier's life. A brick wall that barely says anything nice to him. Or well, looks like talking to him in general is a chore.

And season 2? Whoooo boy! Jaskier still cares! Though he has to pry basic human decency out of Geralt in that jail cell at Oxenfurt:

- "We don't have time, we need to go"

- "Are you sure? Because the last time we saw eachother, you basically told me to fuck off, remember? And you left me on a mountain!"

- "Jaskier.."

- "Don't fucking Jaskier me, I'm talking to you, this is how this works!"

Jaskier still makes do with Geralt's pathetic arse "I need your help" and leaves EVERYTHING in his life behind to be there for Geralt. He left his Sandpiper smuggling business, he didn't even get to pack a bag, trailing after Geralt like a loyal dog, still wearing the shirt he was tortured in, with his dried blood on it, because Geralt needed his friend.

Thankfully Geralt seems to be doing better by Jaskier in the second season, but not nearly enough to be enough! I mean, Geralt came for Jaskier only when he needed something from him, didn't apologize to him until Jaskier hinted at the problem (Via discussing Yennefer's betrayal, she's been pushed into a corner, she's desperate, it's why people do stupid things and SAY stupid things). And Geralt's apology was shit, because he didn't offer it until Jaskier had accidentally guilt tripped him into it. And Jaskier? Yeah, no, he might have forgiven his friend for the Mountain, but he is still human, he's still got feelings and knew he deserved an apology. However, right there and then it clearly wasn't the right time, whatnot with Geralt's apology being too simple and nonchalant, not nearly serious and earnest enough to undo the hurt that had given birth to Burn Butcher Burn. Not to mention the dwarves being within earshot and the dangerous mission ahead. Which is why I understand why Jaskier brushed off Geralt's pathetic attempt at making amends with a joke.

When I was watching the Rare Species episode of season 1, the expression on Jaskier's face after getting shouted at by his best friend honestly broke my fucking heart. So when season 2 aired, I started binging it with high hopes of getting to see Geralt apologizing, them becoming friends again, Geralt being a better friend to Jaskier while also being badass as shit with his child surprise, battling monsters etc. But I did not expect it to fall so flat and I did not expect for LITERALLY EVERYONE to treat Jaskier like absolute dog shit. INCLUDING THE SHOW RUNNERS!

Geralt was basically using Jaskier for his loyalty, the dwarves found Jaskier's presence as the most annoying thing ever, Ciri literally fucking ignored him in all of their scenes together, the show-runners fucking forgot that Jaskier was tortured and filmed every scene with Joey in it as if Rience never happened, then for some dumb reason Lambert fucking had to be more of a prick than necessary, effectively alienating Jaskier with one single word, when that man had done nothing to deserve it!

FUCK!!!

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guiraguira · 1 year ago

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Hi, I hope you're having an amazing day, dear <3 Stay hydrated too! ^^

If you can do it, I would like some platonic MTC hcs with a f!s/o that is older than them (she's like 40-45y) and have a 'mother-son type' relationship with them!

I have this sweet and caring neighbor that is always worrying about me, my brother, pretty much everyone else, haha. Her husband died when they were a young couple, so she couldn't have kids. Because of that, she brings this warm and motherly feeling to everyone <3

I just thought that it would be very cute and wholesome to see our 'Yokohama badboys' melting with this kind of attention, haha.

Like mom ✨

Hello honey!❤️❤️ I hope you are well too! I promise to hydrate 🤭

Ohhh! There is a lot of potential here! I'm going to do some small individual ones and then a group one! But I think this could have more parts.

I am very sorry for your neighbor, there are really people that life does not smile at but they look for a way to bring warmth anyway. The kind of people you have to protect at any cost ❤️

Warnings: none!

Mad trigger crew x fem reader!

Samatoki

° If you find him walking down the street and he's around! the sidewalk across the street and you wave to him to let him know that you're going to cross, he doesn't know how to react, are you really going to cross just to talk to him? He prepares himself mentally for whatever you're going to say to him, fearing it's something bad, but when you only ask about his day and invite him to come by your store for coffee, his back involuntarily hunches as if his heart weighed heavily on his chest.

° The next time something similar happens, he freezes on the spot again, but then he develops a sixth sense to cross before you, obviously respecting the traffic rules. Never again in his life will he cross a green light in front of you, he still remembers how you got scared thinking he would have an accident.

° When he makes his rounds he makes sure to get to your store alone, he is very embarrassed when you wait for him with some sweet as a thank you for being so attentive and he doesn't want anyone else to know about it. "Toki, are you always alone? You can come more often if you want, you know there's a place reserved for good guys in my store" you said, ruffling his hair "I'm not a boy, and I'm not alone" he averts his gaze and accommodates his hair as best he can, he doesn't want them to see this part of him either.

° if it's a bit cold you can't allow him to walk like that "Samatoki! It's a bit windy today, you can't just walk like that!" You button up his shirt to cover his torso "s/o, that's fine… I'm not cold" maybe he is a bit cold, but he won't admit it "You're freezing! Don't think that because you're young you won't leave to get sick" you rub his arms up and down to give him some warmth without listening to his complaints.

Jyuto

° You have no consideration for him, cheekily greeting him when he is with his patrol partner, asking if he already had lunch because of what time of day it was and if he answers "no" he is forced to accept any snack you offer them, since obviously he is not you will give something not only to Jyuto but to his partner as well.

° When you find him first thing in the morning you can't help but adjust his hair "s/o, I can do it myself" but despite that he bends over for you to do it "I know, I know…oh, your glasses are a little dirty" and you take them off to clean them "I can do that too" but he keeps waiting for you to finish "I know that too… but it was only for a second" you say putting his glasses back on and looking if there's anything more than you can do for him. You have no idea the effect he has on his day, he is deeply touched by your kindness and maybe he will treat everyone a little better.

° Every time news of an arrest in Yokohama comes out, you ask him if he participated and if he's okay if he did. Most of the time he would rather lie to you if he was involved because he doesn't want to worry you, but he also doesn't want to lie to you and seem like he never does anything. So he simply says that he's fine, even if he's hurt a little.

° He still remembers with shame the time that to celebrate his birthday you brought a cake to his workplace and far from making fun of him, a part of the police department began to sing him happy birthday. Despite this, he was very moved by the gesture, he had not celebrated it for years.

Rio

° If the forecast says it's going to rain, your first reaction is to think of him sleeping in his camp, hoping he won't get wet "You can come if you want, what will you do if the water passes through your tent?" No matter how much you offer him to sleep in your bridge or even prepare a more comfortable bed for him, he refuses "I'm used to the rain, it's okay" he tries to convince you that nothing will happen to him, although more than once you were so insistent that you managed to let the rain pass in your house.

° You usually tell him the offers that are in the market, in case he needs something for his exotic food. He will cook something for you in gratitude, he knows that your palate is more delicate, so try very carefully to prepare something that you like, it may end up having a horrible taste, but he put all his heart into that dish "it really is a flavor different Rio, is very tasty" the satisfied smile on his face is adorned with a slight blush if you ask him for another dish.

° It is difficult for him to go against you, you always speak to him in a tone that leaves no room for doubt, but without being authoritative, so if you tell him to stay still while you clean a couple of superficial wounds, he will do it without hesitation and also I'll thank you with a bit of shame when you're done.

° You constantly compliment how strong he is, so he offers to do whatever strength you need to do. If you clap for him after he helps you he usually does those bodybuilding poses just to make you laugh.

Generals

° When you discover that they are a rap group, you tell them that you will go see them in their next battle to support them but none of the three want you there, they know that they use bad words and that they behave differently than they always do with you. If you accidentally listen to one of his songs they will do everything possible to make you forget that you did it, mainly Jyuto he knows the phrases he says.

° During the holidays you usually give them things to match, last Christmas they were hand-knitted blue scarves. Rio is the most sensitive with your gifts, he will wear it with pride until the weather allows it, he doesn't want it to get ruined so he tries to wash it more carefully. Jyuto and Samatoki are more embarrassing, they will use them very little but they keep them with love.

° Occasionally they stop by your home just to check that you're okay, sometimes they don't agree and all three end up arriving at the same time. "Did you guys come to see me? Ohhhhh how cute they are!" Embracing them to the same time, they invent a thousand excuses to make it seem like it was something casual. "So they won't pass?" They automatically walk through your door and sit around your table, guilt would consume them if they said no.

° It happens infrequently but they are so comfortable with you that sometimes they fall asleep without realizing it and wake up warm with a blanket over their body. It also happens in your store, which is why there is a blanket always available. In the event that it is hot, they wake up knowing that there is an ice cream waiting for them.

° If they are helping you with a task, you call them "son" without realizing it, the first time it happened was with Jyuto and he was so disconcerted that he was slow to react, at some point he thought if he should call you mom in that case. Samatoki wasn't so lucky, he blushed up to his ears but carried on as if it were a matter of course. Rio is just happy that you call him that.

° If either of them has a slightly different face you know right away "Honey, did something happen?" And that question is all they need to open up to you. Sometimes they just want you to listen to them for a while, after each talk you usually ruffle their hair and place a kiss on the crown of their heads, as if it were a ritual to scare away their problems.

° When you celebrate their small achievements you really touch their hearts, they want to be better people just to see you smile. They don't care at all that you treat them like children, they finally found something that brings them peace.

° They do not know if they are the only ones you take care of in this way, but they enjoy every attention you give them, so they use every opportunity they have to return the love with actions, they can be small gifts, do the shopping for you, bring you something candy or help in your store. This all escalates on your birthday when they practically greet you with breakfast in bed and if you don't put a brake on them they are able to see you through until bedtime.

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thatfangirlofsb · 2 years ago

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T/W: Grishaverse spoilers.

Your highness (V)

"I've already told you several times Nina, it's not that easy." Kaz's voice was already a little angry, despite his relative pity for the heartrender. Getting someone out of Hellgate was not so easy, especially not that drüskelle who had excelled so much in the little fights with that tourists entertained themselves and spent their money.

"I'll go myself and..."

"And you'll come back in a coffin, or you'll surely end up thrown into the sea first." Jesper's voice, which was never the one of reason, this time decided to be. "I like risk, but I prefer it to be at a card table."

"Inej?" She asked the suli, looking for some support, but she only received a short movement of the head from left to right; no. "Wylan?" The boy who had just come down the stairs looked at her confused, he seemed just awake but he still didn't react much to the sunlight leaking through the cracks. "Nobody?"

"Nina Zenik!" The door was flung with a too-strong blast of air, and the heartrender couldn't do anything but open her mouth in surprise at hearing that voice again.

"Zoya?" She turned her head to see the squaller clearly. She hadn't been so confused ever, her mentor was there. Why had she made such a long journey to Ketterdam? "Zoya!" The last repetition of her name was not out of joy or fear of seeing her there. The cause was that small movement of the cape caused by the air that was still spinning around her, letting her see for a few seconds... It can't be. "Are you pregnant?" Zoya rolled her eyes, just like when Nina did something wrong in the Little Palace. "How...?"

"Am I going to have to explain how babies are made?" Zoya asked in ravkan, her voice clearly annoyed. "Though, I'm sure you already did it with your drüskelle..." Nina couldn't help but blush, still hearing how they named him aroused a strange feeling in her.

The squaller shrugged off her cloak, setting it on a chair and giving Kaz a little disgusted look.

"Kaz Brekker..."

"Zoya Nazyalensky and mini Zoya Nazyalensky." He answered her, his voice as raspy as ever.

"Hopefully, so then I'll have someone else who can torture you with their attitude." She sighed and turned her head, catching Inej with her gaze and offering her a small smile. "Buna, spectru"* She said in suli, catching the small welcoming smile she showed.

"Can we speak in a language we all know, please?" Jesper's voice caused them to turn their heads towards him. "Kerch, for example. Or can I ask you 'cav anyonee?' "

"My donkey is very well, thanks for asking." Zoya looked strangely to the Zemeni boy, and then turned her gaze to the heartrender. "What? I know six languages, it's part of my job."

"You and me, alone." The etherealki said, pointing at Nina, this time in Kerch with her thick Ravkan accent. With each passing second she regretted going there.

"Easy squaller, Nina stays here."

"No." Zoya rolled her eyes at Brekker's arrogance. But instead of answering him sarcastically, she decided to grab a chair and sit on it.

"Yes."

"No."

"Thank you for asking me what I think." Nina spoke loudly, trying to make them listen to her and not pretend she didn't exist... but she couldn't. "I would like to..."

"I've been with this for several months." She said pointing a finger at her swollen belly, and instantly felt a kick. Give them to Kaz Brekker when you get out, not me now. "I have made a very long journey and without the protection of the Second Army." She felt another kick. "I've lost myself. I've almost been kidnapped by the shus and a Ketterdam's merchant. Besides, I have to…" She sighed and counted to three, but she couldn't control herself any longer. "Stop!" They all looked at her in confusion, all except Dirty Hands. He only smiled slightly with a mocking face. "When you all get pregnant and the baby wakes you up kicking you in the middle of the night... don't come to me for advice."

"We aren't saints, we don't perform miracles." Kaz said looking at Wylan and Jesper, before turning his gaze to Zoya, causing her to realize the mistake.

"I don't care." Crossing her arms over her belly, she turned back to Nina. "I went to Fjerda Nina, to Fjerda! I thought that drüskelle had broken out of his jail and brought you to the Ice Court."

"Matthias is still in Hellgate." Now all eyes were on Nina. Finally, she thought helplessly. "And that's what I wanted..."

"He is okay in there." The heartrender looked at her slightly stunned, she always ended up being interrupted. "I need you to take the position of General of the Second Army."

And no noise sounded, only Nina could hear the beating of the hearts of all those present. She even noticed how her own slowed down for a few seconds, after hearing such shocking news.

"Zoya, you're... Wait, if you're here and you've been traveling for several months, that means you're no longer a general." Before the squaller, and now a former general, answered her with a sarcastic surprise, zhe decided to keep talking. "But if Alina has come back and married Nikolai, just like the news says, that means she's a general now."

The long-awaited wedding between the king and the sun summoner had caused a lot of talk, and had also filled the headlines. 'The great golden wedding', 'The saint and the king, a love story with a happy ending', 'Alina Starkov, saint and new queen of Ravka', 'Royal and saint wedding'... And so they had continued writing for weeks, telling their readers about what seemed like a love story of a happy couple, until the Kerch market managed to cause a huge inflation in the price of wheat and the interests of readers changed.

She would have kept thinking about it if weren't because, after hearing the blond's name from Nina's mouth, a kick caused her to touch her belly slightly surprised. Had he recognized his father's name or was it just crazy things that the blue-eyed one imagined? But she wasn't the only one who realized that, the only difference was that he thought of keeping the information to himself until he knew more and could use it.

"Nikolai Lantsov and Alina Starkov?" Wylan's voice, still a bit sleepy, broke through the silence of the ground floor of the Crow Club. "Haven't they been expecting a baby since several months?"

"Yeah." Said Inej, taking out the knife with the name of the half shu summoner and beginning to play with it, passing it from one hand to the other. "A holy baby."

Zoya couldn't help but roll her eyes. A baby could be a saint when she was too.

"Impossible." Improbable. And there it was again, another memory of the stupid king who seemed not to have cared for her at all. How foolish she had been when she thought that the sex between them was something more, that there was something romantic between. It was just an affair and now, for thinking about what Alina told her, she would have to deal with the consequences. "But I don't want to hear their names, thanks to the orphan I'm like this." Nina turned her head slightly to the side, showing her confusion. "You are going to Os Alta, you will take the position and you will say that I died in search of you when we were returning to the Little Palace."

"I'm not leaving without Matthias, and…"

"I don't think our fellow grisha would like to see you hand in hand with someone who would pay to become inferni, burn them all, and then burn himself for being a grisha for a few minutes."

"He does not..."

"Fjerda?" Kaz's voice was present again, and Zoya couldn't help but turn her gaze to the other suli for an explanation. But it seemed that it was going to be impossible, Inej looked at her boss with confusion too. "Have you been to Fjerda?"

"Yes, it was very simple." Zoya summoned to grab another chair and place it in front of her to put her feet up on it. "I just needed to not show my abilities, they are such idiots… they think that a pregnant woman isn't dangerous."

"How far did you go?"

Zoya thought, trying to remember what it had been like to walk through the snow with an already visible belly and a big coat over her to keep out the cold. Ravka was a cube of ice, but the country of the drüskelles was a whole lake.

"Elling." Her memories were so detailed that she grimaced for a few seconds when she noticed that nauseating smell again. It was disgusting. "From there I took different boats to here." Her mind recalled all the materials, animals, and people that were stacked on those ships. That smell seemed similar to the one she had to inhale for several days in the cellar of... "Don't you smell something like goat?" She didn't know how, but she had managed to recognize the exact scent. And it seemed that everyone was just as surprised as she was, because they were looking at her with confusion. "It smells like goat, and don't ask me how I know. My hair suffered a lot."

And as if it were an omen, some hooves were heard against the steps of the staircase and a small goat began to jump lightly until it reached the ground. "

Milo! What have I told you about..."

"Get that wild animal away from me!" Zoya didn't mind hearing Jesper's voice speak fondly to the animal. She stood up on one of the chairs, her hands ready to summon a current of air and push it away. "I didn't come all the way here to die because a wild goat struck me with some type of a rare disease."

"Hands in place, squaller." Kaz spoke again, and Zoya glared at him. Who did he think he was, an otkazat'sya, to speak like that to her, a very powerful grisha and not in a very good mood thanks to her pregnancy and the long journey. "Leave the goat, or there is no heartrender for you."

"Thank you for putting me in play with a goat." A bleat caused Nina to smile slightly. "I'm sorry Milo, but you know I love you."

"You have hurt his feelings." Jesper covered the animal's ears with his hands as he gave the corporalki a disapproving look. "You are no longer invited to his birthday."

"Fjerda, right?" We were talking about Fjerda." Zoya opened her mouth, she didn't want to continue watching and listening to how that place seemed to be full of criminals who were missing a few screws.

"Nina, Matthias will be free in a week." Zoya could see how, with Kaz's words, the grisha's smile brightened again. Was she so crazy that she was glad for the early release of a murderer who would make her his first target? "Squaller..."

"No."

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"No." Zoya raised her hands in the air a little higher, holding the fjerdan up against the wall of his dungeon. "Do you want me to take the air out of him?" She asked as she watched Nina touch her neck, where marks from the drüskelle's grip were already beginning to form.

"We need him alive, squaller." Kaz didn't seem to know how little she cared what he thought, but he still seemed very sure with his words. "Aren't you, fjerdans, polite? We've come to get you out of here and that's how you welcome us?"

"I prefer..." The blonde drüskelle couldn't speak, feeling how his throat was getting smaller and he didn't get enough air to form sentences.

"Squaller." Brekker warned her.

"Drüsje..." Matthias said using a very little amount of air, pointing his fierce gaze at the girl who had accused him of being a slaver and the one who was making him float.

"And now you find out?" Zoya said, with a funny tone and couldn't help but laugh. "Was it shortness of breath or floating?"

"Drüsje..."

"Your friend isn't much of a talker?" asked to Nina. Zoya laughed again, squeezing a little more to see the pained face that drüskelle was trying to hide. This is for all my comrades you killed on a pyre.

"Squaller." The grisha no longer cared about what Kaz told her, it was her moment of revenge and she was going to take advantage of it. "We don't want your baby's father to have to leave his royal duties to attend the birth with you in a cell."

Her powers disappeared, and the blonde fell; not high enough to hurt himself, although a slight groan of pain was heard. Nina ran towards him, and Zoya couldn't help but show her disgusted face. How could she care about a monster like him?

"Don't you dare..." The grisha didn't expect him to know, it was a secret she planned to take with her to the grave. But here he was, unleashing it in the middle of the mission to get that fjerdan out of the Hellgate, then get Nina to Os Alta so she could disappear off the map. "Don't you..."

"Don't be so open and touch your belly when you hear his name and don't say you don't want to hear about the king and queen of Ravka. Although the rumors about your relationship in bed helped." She was going to kill Brekker right there, if that thief from The Barrel knew that information…she and her baby wouldn't be safe there; and nowhere. "Will you give me the honor of explaining or am I going to have to say my guesses?" The boy looked down at the place where the result of her little adventure with the king was, and she wrapped her arms around it as if she could protect him with that movement. "Do you know why you have lived through so many kidnapping attempts? Now you are more important than just a grisha. Now a banner of a million kruge reward hangs over your head for finding the missing general on a mission, or at least her dead body. ." A small smile appeared on Kaz's face, and the other Crows noticed that this was how he looked at the wads of cash. "Imagine how the price will go up when he finds out you're carrying his baby."

"Don't you dare..."

"You don't know how many tailored corpses to look like you your dear king has seen." Zoya felt all eyes on her, now she was a great reward for those ruffians; alive or dead. "But I'll help you. I'll take you to live your love story and I'll get the money in exchange."

"It's not..." They were the only two who spoke, all the others were silent by choice; except for Matthias, who had passed out after Nina had slowed his heart rate.

"But it will be difficult, but you will take care of that." Zoya felt a draft around her, something very bad was coming and she could discover it through the challenging look of the boy in front of her. "A certain Sabina Garin has taken her daughter, alive, and now that girl is being general to your dear king."

"If they've already found me then why are you talking about a reward?" She avoided showing how her face contracted. She wished, the day she ran away with her aunt from that church, to never hear that name again in her life. But there she was, listening as her past, the one she had tried so hard to leave behind, came back to her.

"Zoya, we both know your mother would never act with good intentions. Not when your search began two weeks ago." The squaller was very confused, how did he know who her mother was? Though later, when she remembered who he was talking to, she forgot those questions; he was Kaz Brekker, what he didn't know didn't exist. "Or are you going to let her kiss the lips of your dear king?"

"You can take care of the king, leave Sabine Garin for me."

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* I couldn't find how to say 'hello' or 'wraith' in suli, so I translated those two words into the actual language closest to the grishaverse; the romanian.

You can read the first part HERE.

You can read the second part HERE.

You can read the third part HERE.

You can read the fourth part HERE.

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faghubby · 2 years ago

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Teasing to much

I loved teasing my sister in law Abby about her promiscuous sex life. It was no different one morning after she had spent the night. In the morning I teased about walking in on her sucking some guys cock at the bar the night before. Now Sue my wife hated when I teased her so as Sue had her back turned I picked up a carrot and pretended to suck it . Just as I did Sue pushed my head forcing the carrot down my throat. I gagged and dropped the carrot.

"Poor Baby jealous it wasnt you" Sue said crossed.

"I don't know Paul seemed to like gagging" Abby added. This time Sue gave her the dirty look. Later that day we headed out to run some errands. As Abby bent to put on her shoes, her thong was clearly pulled up high. I reached out and tugged her whale tale gently.

"What the fuck pervert" Abby yelled. Again this made Sue upset that the two of us couldn't just act like grown ups. Just as Sue said that Abby pulled on my boxers. Giving me a wedgie.

"I swear you are both children" Sue was really annoyed now. We both sensed it so we called a truce. In our errands I found myself in a intimate section of a store as Sue and Abby shopped. I stood and held.both thier purses. When Sue went try on some bras I took the opportunity to seek revenge. I picked up a pair of panties that said bad girl on them and handed them to Abby.

"These suit you, well at least till you take them off" I said she tossed them back at my face. Picked up bright pink thong

"Perfect for your little dick" she smiled like she revealed a secret."Sister talk you know" she giggled. I ripped the panties from her hands and threw them back on the table. Just as Sue came out of the changing rooms. A saleswoman approached and picked up the pink thong pointing out that I had torn them. She made us buy them. Sue was really mad now. We dropped off Abby and headed home.

"Why can't you act like your age with Abby?" Sue asked

"Come on, she asks for it. I mean she is with a different guy ever week" I said as we entered the house.

"So now what she is some kind of whore!" Sue spotted out. She was passed. She smacked me across the face. I was stunned by oddly excited by this.

"You told her I wasn't" I couldn't even say it. Just looked down.

"Did you expect me to lie?" She shot back. I realized I my dick was throbning in my pants. I tried to step close to her but she pushed me back.

"What this all makes you horny" she coughed. She smacked me again. I was now standing in front of her wanting her so bad. She pushed my hands to my side. And unbuttoned my pants. She let then fall around my ankles. Then pulled down my boxers. My dick sticking straight up throbning. She kept my hands at my side.

"You behaved like a little boy today" she scolded me. "When Abby and I where naughty as a children our mother used to put us over her knee. She sat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I think you would like it if I spanked you" she stated. She patted her lap I shuffled over and bent over her lap.

"Now" and her hand smacked my ass hard. "I don't want you fighting with Abby" she said and her hand struckagain. She spread her legs slightly and held my hard dick between her thighs. Again her hand came down. "You act like a little boy" again another blow. She continued to smack my ass squeezing my dick between her thighs. She must of hit me two dozens times before she stopped. She held me to her breast. She held just held me.

"I am sorry Sue" I mumbled

"I know baby" she played with my hair. She then got up and started to put the things we had bought away. I immediately stood and pulled up my pants and helped. I wanted to be close to her.

"If I had know you would act like this I would have spanked you years ago" Sue told me. She rubbed my still hard dick thru my pants. She was putting away the clothes she had bought and picked up the pink thong.

"It is even too big" she scowled looking at the size tossing them aside. I sat behind her on the bed and rubbed her shoulders. If my hands started to explore to far she would stop me.

"This is nice" she told me. She took off her shirt but left her bra on. My hands explored again.

"If you need to massage something else" she stood and removed her pants and laid on the bed.

"You can do my feet and legs" she told me. I did and Sue used her foot to tease me thru pants. As I massaged her legs. She rolleded over and pulled out her pink vibrator. She started to masterbate as I continued to massage her legs she stopped me everytime I tried to help. She pulled her panties down and allowed me to remove them.

"Naughty boys don't get rewards" she told me. Then she came on her toy. She then held it up.

"Well maybe a taste" she smiled. "Go on lick" I stuck out my tounge and tasted her on her toy. She then pushed it in my mouth.

"Teased Abby about this didn't you, feels fitting you should understand what you are talking about" she made me gag on her toy. But didn't remove it just pushed it down my throat again. Trying to make her happy I started to suck her toy. She rubbed me thru my pants as I did. I couldn't take it anymore and came in my pants.

"Wait till I tell Abby about this, you will never say anything about her again" Sue told me. As she put the toy down. "You should call her an apologize for being nasty to her today" Sue told me. I got up and changed my pants and called Abby. Sue had me put it on speaker.

"I wanted to call and apologize for being disrespectful to you today" u said.

"Well thank you, good to hear you admit to being an ass" she said sarcastic.

"Thank you for excepting my apology" I finished. I could sense Abby was confused but Sue took the phone and turned off the speaker and spoke to her sister. I started to listen to one side of the conversation but Sue shooed me away. I went to watch the game on TV. I wondered how much Sue was telling Abby. But also about how excited I had become when Abby spanked me.

Abby became much more demanding over the next few days. She didn't ask me to do things, she told me to. One day she decided to clean up my body hair. Cutting it all short with clippers. Then had me go down on her.

"You haven't complained once in the last week" Sue informed me. "You enjoy me being in control" Sue smiled. She undressed me I stood in front of her naked.

"Do you want me to spank you again?" She asked stroking my throbbing dick. I just moaned as she cupped my balls. She didn't wait for an answer. She picked up a wooden spoon and pulled me across her lap. She rubbed my ass as she spoke.

"This is so you remember, not because your behavior. I had no idea how excited it would make me" she said as the spoon struck its first blow. I jumped the spoon hurt alot more then her hand. Sue rubbed my ass again.

"You love this don't you" she asked as my dick throbbed between her thighs. Again the spoon struck. "You want to be a good little boy" again another blow. She gave me a dozen blows pausing between them. When she finished she again held me to her breast

"It's okay to cry" she told me. "Let out all that stress" Sue continued she rubbed my nipples. "I understand little boys need to cry. He randomly now playing with my throbbing dick.

"You little boy pee pee is so hard" she said. I don't know why but I started to cry. She held me. "Yes, Paul let it all out" soon I was babbling about work, bills how I didn't know if I could please her. She just held me and listened then kissed me.

"Paul, it's okay I will help you" she assured me. I felt so vulnerable naked and crying before her.

"Do you want to please me?" She asked. She hiked up her skirt. I pulled her panties off. She pushed my head between her thighs. Sucking and licking her as she held my head until I nade her cum.

"See you please me. I was still rock hard. She had me stand and teased my dick and balls with her hand.

"Please I want to make love to you" I begged.

"Okay you can try, but if you disappoint me" she let her voice trail off leaving me to wonder. I carried her to the bedroom. I took my time kissing and fondling her. I tried to please her. When I was inside her I thought about things to help me not cum. Prolonging her pleasure. It was more cuddling and kissing then fucking. When I came I laid there in an afterglow I had never experienced before.

"That was lovely paul" she kissed me. " I love how gentile you have become" then as if she had a an idea she grabbed the bottle of lotion from her night stand she started with my hands then worked her way all over.

"You should be soft and smell pretty too" she told me. I didn't even get hard as she even moisturized my soft dick.

"I am still excited" she whispered in my ear as she bite it softly. "Will you use your tounge again?" I lowered myself before I thought about that I had just cum in her. She looked down at me with wanting eyes as I looked up at her. I didn't want to disappoint her and kissed her cum filled pussy. I slowly licked around then used my tounge to spread her lips and a glob of cum flowed on to my tounge. The salty taste made me pull back but Sue held my head. I swallowed and licked her again. Soon she was panting and pulling my hair as I drove my tounge deep into her.

"Thank you" she moaned as she came on my tounge again. When I finished she held me again. "Don't worry Paul. I know you did that to please me" she assured me making me feel better about what I had done. Sue began praising me daily, over even little things like remembering to take out the garbage, or putting my socks in the hamper. But she was also cross if I forgot.

Friday night I got home to find her waiting for me she sitting in the kitchen chair. She had a belt in her hand.

"Strip" she commanded. I did so without hesitation. And layed across her lap. She started to tell me all the little things I had done wrong and things I needed to improve on" I received one blow for each. I was crying as she hit me for the fifteen time. I immediately rolled off her lap. She opened her shirt as she pulled me to her bare breast. I sucked and kissed her as she held me. I thought about how she had told me she expected that I shave off the rest of my body hair as one of the things needing improvement. She pushed my head down between her legs.i found she had waxed herself. As I orally pleased her. She came then stood stripping off her remaining clothes she led my by my dick to the bedroom.she laid me on the bed.

"Hold the headboard don't let go" she told me. Then teased my dick and balls with her mouth. She worked me up and spread my legs she licked and used her toynge to probe my ass. I focused on keeping my hands on the headboard. She had me roll over my ass in the air as she worked her tounge in deeper. She went back to sucking my balls and slid her finger in my ass. She avoided my dick completely. When she thought I couldn't take anymore she took my mouth. I came instantly she held my cum in her mouth then showed me as she offered to kiss me. I allowed her to kiss me she filled my mouth with my own cum as we kissed.

"Is it better pure or when you lick it from me?" Sue teased. We got cleaned up and brushed our teeth. Ordered Chinese food and sat cuddling watching romantic comedies the rest of the night. It was just about time for bed. When Sue stood and removed her panties. She had me slide my fingers under her robe and play with her. She just rested her head on my chest and enjoyed it.

"Harder, faster" she moaned. She seemed like she was getting frustrated and produced a dildo from her robe pocket.

"Use this" she told me it was big I thought. Eight maybe nivpne inches. And thick it was heavy in my hand. It easily slid into her wet pussy. She told me to fuck her, make her scream. She moved to match the rhythm,

"Yes, God I need this" she moaned. "Fuck me with your big cock" she came squirting she soaked my hand her robe and even got the couch wet. She sat there panting. We went to bed. Sue stripped and slept naked. She fell asleep almost immediately. I cleaned up even washing her toy. I was excited again after that and could not sleep. I thought about Sue telling me to shave. I got up and went to the bathroom I shaved off the short hair around my dick and balls. And my ass. I thought about eating my cum. And the large toy Sue obviously loved. I wondered if she wanted a real one.? Would she want me to lick her clean? I pushed all this from my mind. I thought about jerking off but didn't think Sue would like that. I realized I how quickly our marriage had changed. I needed to talk to Sue about it. I went to bed.

"You left a mess in the bathroom last night" Sue said as she woke me.

"What?" Is all i said.

"Little hairs all over the tub" Sue told me pulling down my boxers. She ran her hand over my now smooth balls.

"Go clean up your mess" she scolded me. I jumped up and went to clean up forgetting all about what I had planned to talk to her. I scrubbed the tub. When I finished Sue walked past me and jumped in the shower.

"Could you make me some breakfast?" Sue asked. I went and made her some eggs. Still wearing only my boxers. Sue came out and sat down she was dressed in leggings and a tee shirt. Again I thought about how little I had on. Sue pulled my boxes down as I set down her plate.

"I like how smooth you are" she told me. "Still alittle fuzzy" she rubbed me belly. I stood naked as she teased me and ate. Just as the door swung open and Abby walked in.

"OH am I interrupting" she said a bit startled. I tried to run but Sue squeezed my balls.

"No, it's fine Paul was just headed to the shower." Sue said. Letting me go. I heard Abby comment about how small I was as I left the room. Sue came into the bedroom as I was getting dressed.

"I expect you to be on your best behavior around Abbytoday, or i swear i will take you over my knee in front of her," Sue warmed me. Kissing me then leaving me to finish getting dressed. I came out to them sitting on the patio drinking coffee. Sue gave me a look as I came out.

"Sorry for my appearance when you arrived Abby, it is nice to see you again" I kissed her cheek. Sue ahead a big smile. She handed me her cup I went to fill it for her. I got my own cup and joined them. Abby tried several times to get me riled up. I just sat quiet unless asked something directly.

To be continued........

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pbandjesse · 7 months ago

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I have come home. I am very glad I did because my feet hurt so bad and I'm so tired and I just cannot get clean enough I can't. That's a coming home problem. And I am clean now and it's great.

Actually did sleep pretty well though. After I finish my post I would hang out for a little while longer and Callie would eventually come back to our room and we talked and laughed and we're just having a really good time. Her sister brought the fridge so now we have that and we were just joking around and having fun. And then we would go to sleep. It would take me a little bit of time but then my phone lost service so I was able to fall asleep very easily because I'm a monster who sleeps cradling their phone. And I woke up startled because she accidentally slammed the door but I was able to fall back asleep and it was fine. And I felt okay. My stomach hurt really bad. But I think that was mostly just stressed and anxiety. I got washed up and put the little outfit on and I felt kind of dirty but I tried my best to not be as dusty. I still failed though.

I left the cabin and walked up to the nurse's office. Decided that I did not want to join for breakfast. I had slept in really late and while I still had plenty of time before my first program it was most of the way through breakfast and I decided I'd rather just have a yogurt. So I went up to arts and crafts and I poured myself some Cheez-Its and I had half of the fancy yogurt I bought and had a little bit of soda. But really I just want to drink water right now. It's been so dry that I feel dehydrated. So I would hang out and read my book and wait for my first program.

The book is really sad and it's nonlinear storytelling so it's like you're getting memories and snapshots from this girl. And I do enjoy it but it's very different than what I was expecting. Not in a positive warrant I get away just different. I'm still enjoying it though. Even though it's very sad.

My groups today were great. No complaints. I was very stressed out because people kept telling him new things that were wrong in the schedule like I doubled people. And I was just basically like can I not be in charge of this anymore. And by the end of the day I would not be. But I could not really have that conversation for a few hours.

Instead I just focused on my group's best I could. I had some very lovely people and I think I am making myself very popular among the new staff. A lot of the boys are very sweet to me. Not shocking. And I think it's funny how often they compliment me by telling me that I don't look 33. And I'm like all right? I don't think I look much different and I did any other time. I look more what I like to refer to as refined. Then I did when I was 18. But I don't look much different than I did it 25 or 29. I was looking at pictures from a few years ago today and I was just like that's still me.

But they're all very sweet and I had a lot of boys stepping up to help me with stuff today. Carrying boxes and such. And all of my groups are just really cute. Specifically in the morning I had silver City and they were so good. And made some really cute pieces. And top bar was really nice as well. I always have funny conversations with them. Like about Taylor Swift and very long music. Like I really loved a Mars Volta song that was technically 32 minutes long. And they were like excuse me. But I couldn't remember if it had curse words in it, even if they would be in Spanish. And I didn't want to risk it.

At lunch Kelly came up to chat with me and Heather would come as well and we would talk about how well arts and crafts is going and how happy everybody was up there. How I kept getting feedback that people's groups were crazy and loud all day and then they come to arts and crafts and they're perfect and silent and they're like what is happening. And I'm just like it's the magical power of arts and crafts. It's the best and that's why I love it. I can set the kids up to do their projects and set them out on the material and I can sit to the side and help when needed but mainly work on my project and have a good time with the kids. Arts and crafts is the best.

But having Heather up there was really interesting because I got to chat with her too and talk a little bit more about things that were and were not working in the schedule and mistakes that had come up. And it came up that Ann is putting schedule that I made into an Excel sheet which is what apparently they've used for years which is fine I don't care but I don't really use Excel or Google sheets so I'm like okay that's fine. And I would send a text after she left to clarify do I still have to edit it then or should and just take over. I don't really have much time to work on the schedule and while I really enjoyed making it and I think some parts are great I knew that there was mistakes and I knew we were going to have to fix them I was just hoping that we were going to be doing that weeks ago. And then Heather was like no we still want you to do it and I was like okay. But it turns out the way that she was meaning it was like yeah you can totally still do it because she thought I was sad to lose this task. And it was just such a miscommunication of needs from everyone. And I'm really glad that we talked for realized because later in the day I would tell Elizabeth that I just could not handle it. And I'm so glad I did because I was able to hand off this project and immediately the stress that I was feeling went away like Chloe had asked me like 15 minutes before "are you okay?" and I almost burst into tears. It was very close.

But it was okay for now. I went to lunch late but wait got excellent fake chicken sandwiches. I have a little salad. A little potato salad. And I had to break the news to Geoff that you cannot have the children dress up as Native American people anymore that it's just not okay and you cannot do it. That we need to be aware of cultural competency stuff and that is not it. I understand you did that as a child here but we do not do that anymore because we are growing and changing and learning. And so I would get some articles from the ACA that does our accreditation about how we can be better about Native American stuff and not completely getting rid of it but how it can be respectful and like a chart thing that lets you kind of figure out hey are you being chill or is that wrong And I was just like this is really what we need to be aware of before we start doing things that we used to do. Like I'm not even letting him make dream catchers. Unacceptable.

So I had to be a dream killer. Apparently that's my nickname with some of the boys anyway. Because I tell them that they can or cannot do things in their lives. No you are not a Lord for buying one foot of land in Scotland. That has been proven to be fake. No you would not jump on the roof and do a backflip. No we are not doing tie dye. Dreamkiller over and over again.

I would go to arts and crafts and spend like 15 minutes reading my book and I would try to just hang out my hammock but then I was doing other stuff on my phone so I was a little distracted. But soon my group was there and it was day camp and they were so sweet. Both of my day came groups were great. So I'm a little more creative than others. But I was still really enjoying all of their ideas and work. I always have to be so careful with my examples because if somebody leaves something unusual or particularly good everyone's going to try to copy that one and not use their own brain. And that was happening a little bit with a three-dimensional car someone made. It wasn't even good. But it was a rectangle and with wheels and everyone's like oh my God I got to make that and none of them good. So not as many like stands out but the one child that made the turtle on the side of the arts building. Chef's kiss. Adorable. Ridiculously cute.

My last group of the day would be stockade. And this group was so nice. It was a lot of the boys that I knew from last year and they all want to learn how to do bracelets. And I think what particularly sold it for me was Randall, one of the new counselors. He is so nice to me and he's always like Ms Jesse Ms Jesse. Because he wants to learn things and he's so nice. And I taught him and a whole bunch of the boys had to make cardboard loom bracelets. I had some doing seven so I'm doing six but all of them cut the string too long because I had to run down to the office to sign a CPS form. (The guy doing that by the way I thought I was very funny. And then he was like wait fullwiler isn't there someone else named forward I was like oh my God that's my sister-in-law and also today is the anniversary of me getting engaged. That's so nice.) And when I came back other Jeci had tried to get the all the boys started but he forgot that with my bracelets it's one arm and with regular bracelets it's two arms and so everyone had string that was so long. So I just had them folded over and they all made double size bracelets which honestly look better anyway. They're a little bit more confusing for some people because you have to take both strings but they got it right away and like a few of them had some lumps in their pieces but overall excellent bracelets and they were all really nice to me. And that's my favorite thing.

At the end of it though I was like oh my God I'm done for the day but then I remembered that I was going to be meeting with all of SSC to figure out how we can integrate them into teaching some stuff during the summer. It turns out all of them really want to do that. So we're going to have them try to lead handicraft and camp skills. And I am just really happy with them they're so sweet wanting to do more. Like I get not wanting to sit around for multiple half hours a day. If they were adults I think they would get it a little bit also if they had their phones. But they've been playing a lot of apples to apples and a lot of Uno and they really want some more tasks. I understand. I am glad that they are interested in we are still figuring out how that's going to work but I think it's going to be great.

This is a little bit where I got upset in the office and had to ask Elizabeth like hey can someone please take this and she's like oh my God yes we just didn't want her feelings. I was like no the feelings involved just so glad to have this task no longer in my hands. So I texted all the village directors and Mirren was so sweet and was like oh my God I'm so sorry you got so upset and all this nice stuff and then Charlotte was just like okay. Nothing else. So you know still not positive that she likes me all the time but I'm trying to just accept her who she is. Even if it hurts my heart a little bit.

But I was just like left with all of this lightness from not having to do this schedule any longer. Like yeah it sucks that I couldn't make it perfect because I want to make everything perfect all the time and surprise everyone by how great I am. But it didn't worry out this time and that's okay. I just want everyone to have a good summer and now I can focus on being the best specialty stuff ever which is all I ever wanted. And also the best specialty senior staff which is a new thing that I want.

And I decided that after all of that emotional upheaval I needed to go home. I would feel a lot better if I went home. I didn't cry but it was a close thing. So I texted Celia to see if she would be willing to meet me at 5:45 rather than 7:00 to get ice cream. And she was like yeah cool. So I went down to my cabin and collected some clothes had my jewelry box and my eye cream. You know the most important things to me in the world. And then I walked up to arts and crafts and said goodbye to Callie and the kids And I went to the ice cream store.

I got there a little bit before she did and when she got there I was so happy to see her. I was being very silly and I pressed my face up against the glass of my car. And she like was mogging me from her car. And then we got out and we went and got our ice cream. I got a very classic Sunday with their two special flavors which had very silly names that I can't remember right now. But almost cake batter and one was peanut butter with chocolate pieces. There was other stuff going on but they were both very good and I got it as a classic Sunday with hot fudge and whipped cream and a cherry. It was excellent.

We would sit and chat for an hour or so and just talked about books and life and work and all the things going on and all the nice things people have said about Celia lately when I was telling him that I was hanging out with her and they're like oh she's so nice she has So many facts. And she was like oh blush blush blush.

she found it up really nicely when she was like I want to hang out with Jesse forever I want to go my friend forever. And I'm like I also want that but also I'm so tired and I want to go home. So please say goodbye after watching a child chase a bunny around the backyard of the ice cream shop. Because it clearly was a house at one point. Very cute though. Not knocking them.

And I had a super easy drive home because there was no traffic. So it was 28 minutes from the ice cream shop. And when I got home I was just so happy to be here. My parking place is a little down the street but at least it's on our block. And I got inside and I got to hold sweet pea for a while and I had to carry Ruby because she had gotten stuck in the studio again or battery died. And then I worked on cleaning the frog tank a bit and feeding them worms and making sure everyone was alive. Do have them are huge now and one is very small so I'm worried that the one isn't eating enough so I put a double portion of worms. And I cleaned out a bunch of the snails. Which I've gotten very bad but at least the water's clear. That is the one positive of the snails. And then I worked on crab cakes tank for a bit. Added some more moisture because there is no humidity and I didn't realize how important humidity was apparently for him. And I would add a bunch of new food for him I know he's not supposed to eat fruit very often but I thought maybe a blueberry as a treat just doing courage him. And he was motor and walking around and digging. But he definitely is going to need a bigger tank sooner rather than later. And the next week or so I'm hoping to get to the store to look for something that I can make into a giant tank. The problem is all the tanks at the store are fish tanks and I need something shallower and lighter. So I think I'm in might work. We will see what I can find.

I would take a nice long bath. Scrubbed everything shaved everything washed my hair. It was very nice.

And I started watching cabaret again because the only thing I can think about for some reason. I think I will try Chicago next if I can find an old version on YouTube. But the 1993 version of cabaret with Alan Cumming is excellent and it is just been stuck in my head since I watched it last week.

now I am sitting in our bedroom and James just got home from their baseball game and they are so sweaty. So I'm hoping they go clean themselves up before they join me again but I'm really excited that I do get to spend some of our engagement anniversary together. Probably just about the same as I spent with them on the day we actually got engaged which was the first day of camp 2021.

Now though I am going to say good night. And I hope you all have a wonderful evening and a beautiful Friday. Tomorrow marks the end of the first week of camp. I think we did pretty good overall. I hope you all sleep great tonight and take care of yourself. Until tomorrow

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The Festival Part 2 - Nico

POV Nico Di Angelo

I had been looking forward to the festival for weeks. And no, not because Will Solace is going to be there. Ok maybe a little. I have been pining over Will for weeks and no matter how hard I try I can't seem to get over him. Somehow though, every step toward the camp that I took, I became less and less sure that I was doing the right thing by coming to this.

I am now questioning whether I should've come at all. I hang at the back of the crowd as I normally do in situations like this. Children of Hades were never truly welcome amongst other half bloods and I have gotten well used to it. The dirty scowls, the nervous glances, the trying and failing to ignore him, it all builds up. And it always hurts. I wasn't even sure I'd be welcomed back at camp after the what happened last year.

It took over 45 minutes for Camp Jupiter and the huntresses to get themselves organised and for the rest of us to get in line. I spent most of my time leaning against a tree picking at my nails, but I also talked to Grover for a bit.

"You know, you couldn't look any broodier over there," Grover notes to me jokingly

"Yep," I say, "I am meticulously planning my operation to bring Kronos back to power and bring on the fall of Olympus all while staring deeply into a nailfile."

Grover laughs, which helps me loosen up a bit.

"So how are things going with Juniper?" I ask him. He shifts uncomfortably

"Gods man, I haven't seen you in forever." he says completely skipping over the question as if he hadn't heard me. I decide not to push it and help him change the subject.

"Well while you go around restoring the land of life, I reside in the land of the dead helping to assure people get fair judgement of their lives. So it's not like our to jobs cross paths all that much."

Grover laughed again, but had a pained look in his eyes.

"You haven't seen, umm..." He mumbles shyly. He looks like he is about to cry.

"Who?" I ask him, "I haven't seen who?"

"Never mind, its nothing" He states. I was about to press him on the matter a bit more but Grover isn't looking at me anymore. He is staring out into the field trying to make out a large figure with one eye.

"Is that..?" he begins "Tyson!" Grover leaps forward to greet Tyson while I hang back

"Goat Boy!!!" Tyson yells as they run towards each other and meet in the middle for a hug like something out of a movie. They confer for a few minutes until Tyson looks over Grover's shoulder and notices me.

"Ahhhh!!!" he yells, still looking at me "ITS SCARY EMO DEATH BOY!!!" Tyson runs away from me while Grover chases after him.

"Alone again." I mutter to myself grumpily.

"Not for long..." a voice whispers in my ear. I look around but can't see anyone. "I've been looking forward to our reunion, Ghost King." I know he is talking to me even though no one ever really addresses me as Ghost King. "See you soon." I knew I recognised the voice from somewhere in my past but I just couldn't remember what it was. I wait for the voice to speak again but it doesn't.

~30 Minutes Later~

As the march up the hill begins I very much consider leaving and pretending that I had never been here. It would be easier that way. I didn't want to have to go up to Chiron on this day of joy and tell him about a spooky ghost speaking in my ear and telling me something's coming. Something bad. On the other hand though, this doesn't concern the rest of the camp and bringing my trouble here is only going to mess things up for everyone like it did last time. I finally make a decision and turn to leave when someone taps me on the shoulder. I pounce back from the jump scare. Human contact can catch me off guard sometimes seeing as I spend most of my time with floating, transparent souls.

"Hey, Nico," I finally pay attention to the person who was trying not to giggle at the fact that I jumped 5ft from being tapped on the shoulder. It was Percy, Percy Jackson.

"Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there?" I was going to tell Percy the truth about how unwelcome I felt but I didn't really want to share my feelings with someone who I only see a few times a year. Although, a few times a year is a lot more of me than people see of me nowadays. I also realise that now I have been greeted by Percy there was no way I could get away with disappearing.

Percy is walking me through the camp when I see my cabin. Cabin 13. I hadn't even thought about having to stay in my cabin. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to face being in there again since the incident. I try to find an excuse to turn around and go somewhere else but nothing comes to mind. Every step closer to the cabin, my lungs get tighter. Percy starts to notice.

"Are you alright?" Percy asks clearly worried for me. I can tell he's being nice to me mainly because we were both besties of Jason

"I don't think this was a good idea," I tell him, turning away from the cabin.

"Listen to me Nico. Everyone has forgiven you for what happened. Even Travis."

"And Connor?" I ask him already knowing the answer.

"Just go into the cabin Nico, I promise you will love it."

Hesitantly, I make my way to the front door. Everything looked the same as before I wasn't sure what Percy meant when he told me I would love it but so far I was definitely not loving it. I reach my trembling hand for the door knob when Percy stops me.

"Wrong door Nico," he says to me as he turns the corner around to the side of the cabin. I walk around the side and realise that the whole thing has gotten an extension. There was now a new room attached to it, one that wasn't quite as black as the rest of the building and had instead took on a more dark grey color. Painted on a plank of wood were two words NICO'S ROOM.

I couldn't believe it. They cared the other campers cared about making things better for me after what happened. When I walk into the room I notice that I am smiling for the first time in months. I look around see a classic teenager's bedroom that still retains my whole darkness theme.

There is a desk with a load of notebooks and sketchbooks ready for usage. There is a framed photograph of me and friends on the bedside table. Oh, and the bed, the bed is a incredible. It was soft and comfy, with black silk covers. It has a dark wooden frame with a large bedhead with an odd array of buttons. I decide not to ask about them and instead think about how much comfier this bed is than the one on the other side of the Hades cabin which was made of hallowed obsidian from the underworld.

"It's beautiful," I tell Percy, still in shock.

"You have to do one more thing," Percy says, "Close your eyes and lie down on the bed." I do as I am told, trusting Percy to safely direct me to my bed without bumping into anything on the way. I lay down, face up and Percy tells me to open my eyes. I am staring directly at a mural on the ceiling and I am shocked. A tear streaks down my cheek.

I was looking at a navy ceiling with a ton of painted white stars and in the center, painted skillfully was my sister, Bianca. She isn't dressed in her hunter's outfit or a camp half blood tee, instead she is simply wearing casual, human clothes. Her hair is tied in a singular braid that was hanging down the front of her left shoulder. She was leaning in with a kind smile and an outreached hand as if to help someone up after falling down.

I hadn't realised just how much I was crying. I didn't like how vulnerable it made me feel but I couldn't seem to stop myself.

"Who painted this?" I croaked

"I did," but it wasn't Percy who had responded to me. I turned around and saw Will Solace smiling at me. I put my feelings aside and hugged him.

"Thank you," I sob, "That's the first time anyone has recognized Bianca as anything other than a huntress or a daughter of Hades. That's the real her, that is my sister."

~4 Hours Later~

It is 5 o' clock and I am on my way to see if I can help prepare the Dining Pavilion for dinner. On my way, I decide to visit Cabin Eleven to talk with Travis Stoll. I slowly make my way to the cabin door trying to find the right words to say to him. I knock on the door, even though it wasn't much of a knock, more like a nervous tap. The door is opened by a tall figure with slick, black hair. It was Connor Stoll.

"You," He grumbles malevolently, looking like he wants to punch me. I couldn't really blame him though could I, "What do you want."

"I want to talk with Travis." The other Hermes campers notice me standing on their porch and start whispering frantically with each other.

"Why, so you can break his arms too!" he is furious now and I begin to think this wasn't so great an idea and step back to leave

"Connor, who's at the door?" a voice speaks from the back of the room and I know its Travis. But before anyone could say anything else the door slams shut in my face and I think I hear Connor telling Travis that it was nobody.

~1 Hour Later~

When everyone arrived at the dining pavilion for dinner, I was taken aback by the sheer amount of people standing there waiting for Chiron to speak. Mr. D commanded the group to....

"SHUT THE F$*k UP!!!" Everyone fell silent. "Thank you all for coming to this event and stuff. To the parents, can I just say that your kids are a joy, and it has been a pleasure to teach and train them everything I know over the last years. So if anyone would be kind enough to write a recommendation letter to Zeus about how my punishment deserves to be expedited a few decades please see to the pen and paper I have placed on that table."

"Alright, that's enough Mr D," Chiron managed to interrupt him before Mr D got the chance to convince people to get him some wine. Chiron continued with a much longer and more boring speech so I decide to step away for a few minutes. I see three people over by the Athena cabin. It is Annabeth and a short, middle-aged man with glasses who I assume is her father. They seem to be in a three-way argument with a Korean woman who looked like she could be Annabeth's step-mom. It ends with Annabeth storming into the woods and Dr. Chase trying to go after her but the woman holds him back. They turn toward the big house and make to leave the camp. I spot Percy look in Annabeth's direction trying to figure out what happened.

"Now let's eat!" I hear Chiron shout. Behind him is a large array of tables all in one line. No one was separated by Cabin like things usually are. Instead Anyone sits down anywhere. I am invited by Will, Leo and Percy to sit with them and shyly make my way over there. The tables were adorned with all kinds of meat, vegetables, sauces, stuffings and soups. I pick a small piece of chicken onto my plate alongside some carrots and peas.

"That's all your getting?" Will asks me curiously.

"For now, I'll grab some more later," I tell him through my teeth. Will nods his head but didn't really look like he was paying attention to me anymore. He is staring into the distance as if he's dreaming. It takes a few seconds but he eventually snaps out of it with a look of shock on his face

"We have to go, They're coming," he says looking more terrified than I'd ever seen anyone in my life.

"Who?" Leo asks urgently.

"My father sent me a vision. It was an army of stone warriors, marching up the hill," he is shaking now "they are on there way and... they just killed Annabeth's parents"

This Chapter is dedicated to Ella

#solangelo #the sun and the star #pjo headcanon #blood of olympus #percy jackson fanart #camp half blood #the heroes of olympus #piper mclean #tsats #rick riordan

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