#i can breathe and he'll take it as an excuse to giggle with his friends about the stupid opinionated nerd

[bonbonly]

bon thoughts (18+) ok so here ig bc this image is in my mind he's so cute -> x ; also @emchante i mightve taken your formatting from stalker!carlos pls forgive me queen but it was niceeeee

college!au daniel ricciardo that's working as an uber driver to help pay for his tuition at college. he's not really fond of the job, especially when his very first customer is you, wearing an oversized t-shirt and jeans with a backpack on. you snap at him to take you off campus to the public library to pick up a book you need, and he whistles under his breath, murmuring that being nice wasn't that hard. you send him a glare through the rearview mirror before glancing out the window.

college!au daniel ricciardo that's working as an uber driver sees you a week later wearing a mini skirt, and a tight strapless corset top with champagne drenched all over the fabric. you giggle as you lean forward from the back of the car, asking him if he could take you back to your house. he smirks at your drunken state, saying sure but he wants you to apologize for being an asshole the last time you rode in his car. you frown, telling him you don't remember being mean but he laughs and says he'll take your apology in another way.

college!au daniel ricciardo that's working as an uber driver has you in the shotgun seat, ass in the air as you're sucking his cock. he bucks his up a couple times, as his free hand smacks your ass, complimenting how good your mouth is. "fuck, just like that, i know you can take me deeper" and he moves his hand, shoving your head further down his throat. your gags are music to his ears, as he feels your drools trail onto his shorts.

college!au daniel ricciardo that's working as an uber driver picks you up from class one day, and you're hurriedly asking him to drop you at a friend's house or else you'll miss her party. you don't even let him speak with the way you're constantly rambling and he presses the gas, causing you to fall back onto the seat, your skirt riding him so he can catch a glimpse of your lace panties from the rearview mirror. his cock's hard once again and he wishes he could have you for some more time before you leave. when he parks besides some bushes, you thank him and lean forward to grab your bag - excuse the way he's staring at your cleavage, craning his neck to see if he can just a bit more - and then you realize, you forgot your bag in class! you slap your forehead, looking up at him, "shit, i forgot my bag! i don't have money to pay you, i'm so sorry!"

college!au daniel ricciardo that's working as an uber driver merely smiles at you, fixing his cap on backwards while licking his lips, "you can pay me other ways you know? i'm not picky," he laughs, before taking off his seatbelt and crawling into the back seat with you, spreading your legs as he does so.

[currently-becoming-potatoes]

i shall pound that voice into the pavement :)

[littlelamy]

the one where he wants you again

s2!rafe x reader

rafe was pissed at himself. was he really that dumb to dump you so quickly? you were his bunny, his princess; if he asked you to jump, you would ask him how high. you were his. he didn't deserve you. but, God, he wanted you so badly. he needed you not only for your perfect body but because you did what others couldn't. he'd never tell himself that he loves you, but he does.

it was almost like an obsession. something about you that made him needy for you. something that made you a guilty pleasure for him. you are the only one who has ever made him think of a future. marriage, babies, anniversaries. all things that meant forever.

but rafe was scared. he was scared that one day you'll leave him. one day you'll listen to others and think his too crazy to be with. so he ended it before you could. now his sitting at this party after 10+ shots thinking of you while your smiling and giggling with a damn pogue right in front of his face.

you made it seem like you were okay but you were feeling just as sad as him. but you'd never say it. you want rafe to learn that there are consequences to actions. it took a lot for you not to jump into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss all over him, but rafe need a lesson. you are a gift, and he needs to treat you as such.

"y/n you there," pope says snapping his fingers in you face. "are you still thinking about rafe." yes. "if you want him so bad just tell him, maybe he'll change." no, you don't know rafe. you say to yourself.

"he's special to me, pope," you groan, annoyed at how bad you want him. "i can't just jump in his lap and play house with him. he hurt me, pope," you say feeling those familiar eyes watching you. "but, God, he looks so good," you complain looking at rafe out of the side of your eyes.

rafe couldn't take it anymore. he needed his bunny back. "pogue leave," rafe says sneaking up behind you and staring daggers at pope. "kook business so go," rafe rudely commands.

"rafe, stop being disrespectful," you turn around angrily. "his name is pope, and if you need to speak to me, you ask me nicely and take me aside. but you will not disrespect my friend." you say, turning back to pope, who is shocked. "i'm sorry, pope, I'll see you tomorrow at john b's party."

"it's fine, y/n, I'll see you tomorrow," pope says, still shaken up, walking away. you turn back around to an embarrassed rafe, as you gaze upon him his cockiness returns.

"so just because i dumped you doesn't mean, you come to this party looking like that," rafe gestures to your tight, short white dress looking like heaven on earth. "i told you that you can only wear that when you come to parties with me."

"um let me get this straight," you start. "you dumped me two days rafe, two days before my birthday, with some dumb excuse that ward didn't want you to be with me," you say, getting angry all over again. "then i see ward at the country club saying that he loved that rafe decide to date me because i make rafe a better person. so if i want to dress slutty, i can and you cant do any thing about it."

before you storm off, rafe gently grabs your arm, pulling you to his chest. rafe was not going to let you leave this time. "don't do it, bunny," rafe whispers in you ear. "i messed up, baby. and i miss you. please don't do this," rafe pleads with his cool minty breath blowing in your ear. "please, princess, please." he's doing it again the begging thing that you love. everything felt so intense.

you fed up with the neediness pull rafe in by his neck and give him a quick but passionate peck on the lips. "rafe, you have to promise me, that you will try to do better," you order him, caressing the back of his neck. "i love you but you can't keep pushing me away," you say looking into his blue eyes.

rafe needs you. rafe wants you and only you. rafe gently nods his head, leaning down to give you another peck on the lips, mumbling an 'i love you.'

"come on, baby, let's go back to tannyhill and take a bath," you say to a love-struck rafe. "then we can talk more tomorrow, okay?" you finish.

"yes, princess, whatever you want," rafe agrees, pulling your hand out of topper's house. even though he messed up, you can't possibly give up on him.

[sturniqlo]

Polaroids- M.S

summary: it's your wedding and your bridesmaids give matt a spicy polaroid picture of your throughout the night

cw: cursing, slight suggestive material no smut

an: based on this tiktok i saw | lowercase intended

masterlist

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polaroid one

the night was going great. matt and y/n were enjoying their wedding reception, they had been tied to the hip all night long. y/n had this one particular plan all planned out ever since her best friend, gia, had mentioned it to her. "hey, what if instead of a boudoir book at the end of the night, why don't you give him boudoir polaroids throughout the night?" she had suggested. "that's a great idea! but, why don't i have you and the rest of my bridesmaids give them to him?" gia gasped. "you dirty girl! you're going to get him riled up!" she lightly slapped your arm.

later that week, gia went over to take the pictures for y/n while matt wasn't home. neither of them found it weird, they had been friends their whole lives and considered themselves sisters and they had seen eachother countless times. "he's going to love these. can't wait to accompany you in the delivery room in nine months" gia placed the stack of six picture in her bag, she was going to keep them safe so they wouldn't risk matt finding them. "gia!" y/n scolded her and laughed and she put her hair back up.

"don't try and use them to get off." y/n joked as she walked gia to the door. "i'll try not to." gia playfully frowned. that was about a month ago. "you ready?" gia asked y/n as she handed a picture to each bridesmaid. y/n gave gia the last picture matt would receive and would probably be his breaking point and he'll race them home. "yeah. clem, you can give it to him in about five minutes." y/n tells the first bridesmaid. "okay!"

five minutes go by and y/n gives clem, who's standing nearby, a nod to give it to him. y/n scooted a bit away from matt as she saw clem get closer. he was currently having a small chat with chris. "hey matt." clem goes next to him pats his shoulder and grabs his hand, placing the picture face down and closing his hand around it. "hey?" he furrows his eyebrows, looking down at his closed hand. "chris! let's get a drink!" clem pulls chris away from matt.

somewhere nearby, gia is filming matt's reaction on y/n's camcorder. she zooms in on his face and giggles. matt, still confused, looks at his now wife and she directs a head nod to his hand. "what is it?" he says. "look at it!" she says over the loud music. he opens his hand and flips the small picture around and gasps, quickly placing the picture down on his lap. he feels himself get flustered and looks back at y/n who is giggling. "woahh!" he says. matt looks back down at the picture and flips it back and looks up to see if anyone is looking.

polaroid two

it had been twenty minutes since clem last gave matt the polaroid and matt was ready to go home and love on his wife. he had to excuse himself from y/n to go the bathroom to splash water on his face and cool down. y/n laughed at matt's reaction to the first picture, it was barely anything. she doesn't know how he'll react to the rest of them. in those twenty minutes, matt had slowly forgotten about the picture in his pocket until he saw kay, another one of y/n's bridesmaid come up to him with a smirk on her face. "matthew, i have something for you." she places her hands on her back. "wait let me prepare myself."

gia records again, zooming in on the interaction. y/n, now next to her giggles at matt's closed eyes, taking a deep breath. "okay, i'm ready." he places his hand out and kay places the picture faced down on his palm and he quickly closes his hand around it as he sees chris go over to him. kay, long gone, goes to the two girls laughing. "i love his reactions."

chris goes up to matt and matt tries to hide his hand. "what'd she give you?" he asks, taking a sip of his second pepsi. "dude, shoo out of here." matt shoos him with his empty hand. antsy to look at the new picture. "let me see." chris says. "fuck no!" he walks away from chris to a secluded corner. he flips the picture and cups his hand around. "holy fuck." he mutters. taking a better look at the picture. he starts to feel his pants get tight around his cock. suddenly and hand on his shoulder startles him, hiding the picture.

"baby, it's just me." y/n whispers in his ear, giggling once more from his reaction. "why are you doing this to me." he slips the picture into his pockets to join the other one. "thought it'd be fun." she shrugs wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him down to peck his lips. "can we go home." he looks into her eyes, slowly dragging his hands down to cup her ass over her dress. "not yet, a couple more hours to go. plus there's still more pictures." she unwraps her arms and walks away from in, turing her head back occasionally.

"fuck me." he sighs running a hand through his hair.

polaroid three

another twenty five minutes had passed by and matt has not forgotten about the pictures in his pocket. when he would find himself alone, he would pulls them out and stare and then and out them back once he saw someone coming up to him to congratulate him on his marriage. he would also go up to y/n when she was alone grabbing a drink of water and hugged her from behind begging her to go home. "please baby." he kissed her neck.

for the third picture, lila shook his hand and slipped the picture into his hand, while he was talking to nick. nick being curious, tried to take a peek at the mysterious picture, but matt shook his head. "i'll be back." he said, walking to his and y/n's table with a pep in his step. flipping it around he automatically started to get hard. in the picture, y/n was covering her bare cunt with their comforter. and her tits were able to be seen by the thin top she was wearing. he started to sweat, tugging on the neckline of his button up shirt.

around the corner, the three girls were giggling into the camera as gia tried to keep the camera straight, trying to capture the memories for her best friend. "what's going on?" nick came up behind them. "y/n's bridesmaids have been giving matt picture of her, if you know what i mean." nick gasped. "y/n!" she giggled. "is that why he didn't let me see?" they nodded.

polaroid four (left)

it was time for the fourth picture to be given to matt. this scenario was a bit different. the photographer was near their table taking pictures of them and y/n gave ali the signal to give it to him while the cameras were going off and gia was recording. ali walked over patting his on the shoulder and sliding it on this shoulder signaling him to grab it. matt looks around at the cameras immediately turning red. although she was wearing a plain white set, it was the first ever set matt had bought for her. so to them it was special. his head goes straight to his hands and she shakes his head, y/n laughs, looking at the cameras.

the photographer leaves to get an extra battery and matt lifts his head up. "baby, i don't know how much longer i can wait." he whispers in her ear. "only two more hours, mkay?" she grabs his chin, pecking his lips quickly. "two hours to long." he mutters, going back to look at the polaroid.

matt can't wait to go to their shared home and enjoy their first night as newlyweds. he also can't wait to take her dress off and toss it somewhere in their room along with his clothes. he already plans on keeping the polaroids safe in his wallet.

polaroid five (but the front side wink wink)

it was nearing eleven pm and guest were starting to leave here and there. the couple was once again busy by the guests saying their goodbyes and congratulating them once more. it was the second to last photo of the night and matt was getting antsy, waiting for a new picture to hold him up while he waits to get home. as matt was sipping on his hard seltzer, stella walked over to him with a huge smile on her face. matt downs his drink, giving the empty can to chris so he can throw it away, matt rubs his hands together. "let's see what we got now." he looks over at y/n who is smiling knowing this is a more exposed picture.

stella stood in front of matt, "here you go mister, it's a good one." she hands him the picture before walking away to gia who is once again filming. he looks around making sure nobody is able to see. flipping it over, he gets flustered all over again. her tits are now on display as one of her hand are in her hair. looking around to try and spot y/n he quickly spots her short white dress and she's already looking at him, smirking. gia turns off the camera, going to get her picture she's about to give him in a couple of minutes. matt lifts his finger in a come hither movement to y/n

following matt's motions, y/n makes her way to him. "can i help you?" she acts innocent. "i'm debating whether or not to ditch our wedding and go home." he looks at the picture once more before putting it in his pocket and looking into her eyes. his pupils are dialed and full with hunger and desire, y/n can't help but smirk. "just a bit more, i promise." she goes on her tip toes and kisses him. "i'm taking it you liked this one more?" matt nods, throwing his head into her shoulder groaning.

"i need you now."

polaroid six (middle pic but less clothing iykwim)

the moment matt has been waiting for, the final picture. he noticed that as he was given the pictures they were getting more and more suggestive. he believed that this last one was going to be very different. she was going to be on full display and he was excited, knowing that he'll get to have her in less than an hour. he was thanking their past selves for choosing a close venue to their home. the quicker he gets them home, the quicker he gets to show her how much he loves her.

gia was the last to give him a picture so he went up to her. "i believe you have something for me?" he widens his eyes and gives her a knowing look. "thirsty are we?" she giggles, grabbing her phone and taking her phone case off and grabbing the picture. "have fun, kid. i'll take care of the mess here." she hands the picture over to him and pats his shoulder as she walks away.

like a routine, he looks around making sure nobody can see it and flips it over. he feels the blood rush to his cock. she's completely naked in this one. although her leg is covering her pussy, he can already imagine it. staring a bit longer, he puts in safely in his pocket and looks for y/n so he can get them out of here. spotting her a few feet away he walks over to her. "get your stuff, we're leaving." he grabs her waist from behind.

"yes, baby." she smirks.

[bi-writes]

I LOVED how you wrote ghost and badass!reader omg 🫶 If you’re comfortable, would you be open to writing protective boyfriend ghost at the pub? Some oblivious guy is creepy when ghost goes to get drinks. He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when ghost returns.

ill take any opportunity to write about my favorite lieutenant spilling blood for love (18+)

he has been gone for too long. your glass is empty, and the crowd is filling the room, and it's loud. you lose him, even the size of him is swallowed by how many people are moving around, and you sigh as you lean your head into your hands and wait for him.

you know he must hate this. the people. the noise. it's hot, too, and you know he'll complain a little about the stickiness of his mask when you get home.

you gasp when there's a splash of something against your back. you cry out in anger, and when you turn, there's two men cackling as they come into your space.

"ohhhh!" the lankier one giggles drunkenly, and his eyes make you uneasy. his hair is curling from the sweat along his brow, and the dark pieces of it fall in front of his face, drawing low shadows over him. he's the one holding the drink that just spilled down your back. "s-sorry, luv--" he hiccups, and you glare.

"fuck off," you snap, and it's then that you realize you've made a mistake. something ugly flashes across his face, and his friend notices, a bleach-blonde with an uneven haircut, and he whistles a little.

"oh, fuck, mate--she wants a fight."

you scoff, shaking your head. "if you aren't gonna apologize for spilling that shit on me, the least you can do is get the fuck out of here."

"oi, you got a fuckin' mouth on ya, lovie," the dark-haired one growls. you sit up a little straighter, brushing off some liquid that's spilled onto the table. they're cornering you, you realize, when the blonde one takes a seat across from you and the other traps you in the booth by sitting next to you.

"i'm not going to ask you again," you say firmly. "get your ass off this seat and move along."

"you're one of those, aren't you?" the one next to you gets uncomfortably close. "one of those feminists? that thinks men are useless, and that you're meant for something more than the fuckin' kitchen?"

you frown, your mouth opening slightly, and you shake your head, "excuse me?"

"you lot," he comes closer. "think you're hot shit. but y'r all fuckin' slags. only thing you're good for is opening y'r fuckin' legs."

you jump visibly when he grabs your thigh roughly, and you're about to react when a gloved hand finds the back of his head and slams it down against the wood of the desk.

you squeak when he cries out in pain, his nose pointing at unnatural angles, and blood splatters the table and the denim of your jeans. you lean back, but then those gloved hands grab the back of his shirt and yank him out of the booth, tossing him onto the floor. he skids across it, wet with spilled drinks, and he doubles over, coughing, cradling his face as he sobs.

you swallow hard when ghost finally turns his head back to the table. his chest is heaving, and he squeezes his hands in and out of fists when his eyes land on the helpless blonde that still somehow sits across from you.

"no--" he holds his hands up. "n-no, w-we were just--"

"just what?" ghost snarls, tilting his head to the side as he looks at him. you suck in a shaky breath, frozen in your seat, and you almost feel bad for the poor thing. but then you replay the words, the way they looked at you, how one of them put a hand on you. you relax a little, blinking, and you realize it must be acceptance.

you take a dog with you when you go out. it's not your fault people don't realize their bite hurts.

ghost takes a step towards him, boots heavy, and he runs. he bolts, running away, out the back door, and he leaves his friend to cradle his bloody face against his shaking hands all by himself. the crowd was quiet for a moment, but the mood softens when ghost turns away, letting out a low breath. people realize the show is over, and they shuffle back in place.

there is blood on the back of your hand. before you can touch it, a gloved hand reaches out and smooths his own over you, wiping it away. you sniffle, looking down, and he comes closer to crowd your space. you feel only warmth with him there, and your lip trembles a little.

"s-sorry, i--"

"wot are you apologizing for?" simon mutters. "apologizin' for those fuckin' twats, luv? don't want t'hear it."

he grunts, shaking his head, and he tugs on your arms, bringing you closer.

"c'mere," he tilts your head up, putting a few fingers on your chin and staring down at you. he narrows his dark eyes, and you smile, just a little, sadly. "was almost too late." he looks behind him, and you see a few feet away, there's two drinks spilled on the floor, glass shattered where he dropped them. "saw him put his fuckin' hands on you, 'n--"

you put a hand on his forearm, digging your nails in there gently. you shake your head.

"it's okay. doesn't matter." you laugh a little. "kinda hot."

you notice him raise a brow, and he tilts his head to the side, and he hums.

"oh, that right, luv?" he leans in, closer, and when he touches your hands, blood comes off on your hands. you smooth your hands against his own, gripping them firmly, and you look up at him as you smile knowingly.

simon would do unspeakable things for you. and that idiot was lucky to go home with his hands still attached. it should scare you that you know this, that you know this is a fact. it's dark, it's cruel, but it's yours, and you like the way it tastes in your mouth.

you like the way revenge feels against your tongue, the sound that love feels between your teeth. this love is fucked and raw, and it will tear you apart, but you can't wait for it, to feel it, the thin line between pain and pleasure. simon pushes the boundary between good and bad, and for once, the blood feels warm, and he paints you with it, and it's fucking poetic the way you look at him now.

pretty eyes, big eyes, eyes that tell him she's going to fuck you when she takes you home.

"yeah, big man," you murmur, and you feel something hot go through you when his eyes drop to your lips for just a second. just enough time for you to know he's losing his resolve. one thought about getting his hands on you, and he falls, and it's pathetic, but he's so fucking hard, he doesn't care. "it's hot."

and when he forces you to look in the mirror later, when it's dark and it's just the two of you, you realize there is blood on your face, and his hands are dirty with filth.

but when he goes to take the gloves off, you don't let him.

[tinylilacbun]

How does little!reader react to Jj shooting teddy bears as like target practice🙁

Just one word. Devastated.

Like you find it out by accident, arriving at the Chateau on your bicycle you lean it against the wall outside and adjust your bag that hung over your shoulder, excited for the weekend because it means you can sleep over at John B's with JJ.

Next you pick up your jellycat bunny from the basket that's attached to the front of your bicycle as you're about to make your way inside when you hear a gun-shot from nearby, nearly jumping out of your skin.

Frantically looking around you finally spot JJ a bit further away and sigh in relief, making your way over to him you see him wearing soundproof headphones, holding up a gun and aiming at his target.

Your heart drops at what he uses for shooting practice. A stuffed bear. He uses a stuffed animal to practice his shooting skills.

You love your stuffed animals dearly and seeing him treat a stuffie like that hurts you since your little self sees each of your fluffy friends as a comfort object.

JJ cheers for himself loudly turning to reload his gun but freezes when he sees you standing there, holding your bunny tightly and tears forming in your eyes.

"Oh shit..." He murmurs under his breath, quickly taking off the headphones he places them on a tree trunk together with his gun he jogs over to you, grabbing your arms he pulls you closer to kiss your forehead. "Hey, cupcake...uh- you're early."

You pout, glancing back at the torn bear that's sitting on the tree trunk a good distance away from you both but JJ places two fingers on the side of your jaw, turning your head back to him. "S'not nice..."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry you saw that I- god I don't even have any excuse." He rambles, a frown that mirrors your own forming on his face when you sniffle. "Hey, no, don't cry. I swear m'never gonna do that again, yea? Just, please don't cry."

"You pwomise?" You sniffle and JJ's expression softens at hearing your soft, small voice, instantly knowing that you're little and he quickly nods his head.

"I promise." He says, lifting his pinky up. "Can never break a pinky promise, right?"

You give him a small smile, interlacing your pinky with his and he leans closer to peck your lips.

JJ never in his life thought that he would make a goddamn funeral for a stuffed bear, but here he is digging a small grave for the plushie he so brutally murdered, your words.

He even gives a small speech, which does make you giggle at some point before making a serious face again, placing a small flower on top of the grave when JJ finishes burying him, pretending to wipe a tear away.

"He'll never be forgotten." He cries dramatically and you shove him a little and he smirks at you, wrapping an arm around your waist he pulls you against him. "A'ight, sorry."

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

how do you think different tr characters would react to being tickled? like on a scale of "doesn't mind/might start a tickle fight" to "DO NOT UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE"

I kinda pictured this as being someone their friends with/ very close to being the one doing the tickling so keep that in mind! I've also tried to rank them from easiest to most difficult.

Mitsuya- Doesn't react, he actually isn't ticklish (Luna and Mana have complained about how unfair this is many times)

Mucho- Not ticklish, looks at you with a blank expression and asks what you're doing. 

Emma- Tears slip out when she's tickled, she just can't help it. Will pout after.

Naoto- Is surprisingly very ticklish, will beg you to stop then tells you to never do that again.

Koko- Will offer you money to make you stop

Pah- Thinks tickle fights are unfair and would rather arm wrestle 

Hina- Turns bright red when tickled and pleads with you to stop. Sometimes she'll try to get you back and other times she'll just leave it.

Angry- Laughs, actually smiling while being tickled. He doesn't always try to get you back either. 

Takeomi- Thinks you're being a bit childish, will sometimes attack back depending on how busy he is

Shion- Thinks you're very bold to try tickling him, will then say he will give you the worst tickle attack possible as revenge. It turns out to be pretty mild.

Yuzuha- Likes tickling others but hates it being done to her, half heartily tries to push you off.

Inui- Chuckles lightly when being tickled, it depends on his mood as to whether he tries to get revenge or not

Hakkai- Freezes up when tickled, will attempt to get you back hours later though.

Takemichi- Get's completely surprised by a tickle attack and doesn't see it coming. Ends up laughing uncontrollably then tries to get you back after.

Peh- Grins all throughout, he thinks it's funny, especially when he's tickling you back

Shinichiro- Also loves tickle attacks, any excuse to get to touch you and watch your face as you giggle. He thinks it's cute.

Chifuyu- Actually likes tickle fights, sure he doesn't like being tickled too much but loves that he has an excuse to tickle you back.

Senju- Laughs, you better watch out though because she tends to move her limbs about wildly while being tickled and you could be accidentally hit. 

Wakasa- Hates being tickled and finds it tiring. Will half heartily tickle you back but his main revenge is to cling to you, leaving you trapped in his embrace on the bed or sofa for a few hours. 

Kakucho- Is definitely competitive with this, holds back a little while tickling you back though. He doesn't want to hurt you.

Mochi- Laughs very loudly while being tickled and will try to get you back after, gives you a head start to run and hide before he comes after you.

Benkei- Gives you a bear hug after being tickled, trapping you in the air with one arm and tickling you with the other. Your choices are trying to break free and risk falling or waiting for him to stop.

Mikey- Laughs very loudly then 100% chases you to get you back, will then tickle you with no mercy.

Kazutora- Is very sensitive to tickling, it only takes a little for him to start laughing. Once he catches his breath he doesn't hesitate to run after you to get you back.

Draken- A very bad idea to try it with him, he's not too ticklish and will easily hold you down after to get you back. 

Ran- "oh?" Finds your boldness to be adorable but will attack without mercy. He's had a lot of practice while tickling Rindou.

Rindou- Can easily gain the upper hand in a tickle fight against you, especially if you don't know his moves. Teases you a bit after that, tickling lightly or not at all before going fully in. Likes the sounds of your laughter and screams.

Izana- Freezes up, unsure of how to react at first. He then sees it as a game and wants to win against you so will overpower you and tickle you until you declare him the winner.

Baji- Terrible idea to tickle him! He'll go for revenge immediately after and tickle you until you're begging him to stop.

Kisaki- Blushes when being tickled, then tells Hanma to tickle you back.

Hanma- Isn't ticklish but fakes it to get you to lower your guard. Loves the sudden look of shock on your face when he suddenly pounces on you to tickle you back. 

Sanzu- Hates being tickled, he despises it. His revenge involves tickling you in different places to try and find the most ticklish spot.

Smiley- You will die. He out right threatens you then tickles you non stop without mercy after.

Taiju- Do not tickle this man. Comes up with the worst revenge possible, may even ask Koko and inui to hold you still while he tickles you.

South- Grins like a maniac if you try it because now you've basically given him permission to tickle you back. You better run.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Steve Rogers

Summary: It's only your first day on the job. That's way too soon to have an office crush. Right?

Warnings: Workplace stress and bullying. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

A/N2: Shorter chapter but it does move the story forward, I promise!

Part 2

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

True to his word Steve refrained from overtly interfering with your boss again. Instead he switched to more covert tactics, building a case to take to Nat in HR. Not just the excess time Margaret spent on things other than work but also the emails and messages that could be construed as threatening or bullying.

He was relieved to see you had made a couple friends. Blossom and Spitfire definitely took good care of you. They were also a good excuse to not talk to you. He didn't want to disturb you and your friends. At least that's what he kept telling Bucky whenever you were brought up in discussion.

But Bucky wasn't having it. "Look, let me and Sweetie help you, okay? I'll ask her to come to the party and we can be your backup, okay?"

Steve's face is pink with embarrassment. "I shouldn't need help. And you should focus on having fun with Sweetie."

"And yet," Bucky shakes his head, "you clearly need the help. Just make sure to wear a better costume than last year, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Steve nods. "I'll wear my biker gear, okay?"

"Excellent choice! We'll have the two of you exchanging numbers in no time!"

The party couldn't be going worse. Steve had been maintaining his distance, just watching you have fun, while everyone except you tried to flirt with him. Then Bucky and Sweetie arrived but apparently Steve had misread their relationship and Sweetie had stormed out, Bucky chasing after her. And while he was distracted by that, you and Bubbles had gone missing!

In desperation he approached the Double G's asking if they'd seen where you'd gone to.

"She left with Walter," Geralt informs him. Steve's heart drops.

G smacks Geralt in the stomach, "bad trick." Turning to Steve he adds, "the Powerpuff Girls are escorting Walter to the security desk."

Steve almost faints from relief before he heads to the desk. He wants to run but restrains himself to a fast walk, he doesn't want to appear too desperate. Right? He won't lie, seeing Jake and his family really kicked Steve's heart into gear, reminding him that he does want such things for himself, but he'll never get them if he doesn't try. He doesn't want to get too far ahead of himself, though. He's just so scared because you're so lovely, so smart, so strong and seem to be everything he could ever want but he's likely to scare you away because he's not sure he'll be able to hold back. One step at a time, he chides himself.

He hears a bunch of giggling as he steps out the main entry and stops, caught completely off guard by the sight of Walter in a dunce cap. The two men lock eyes for a second before Walter quickly pulls off the cap and gives Steve a look that says "you saw nothing!" Steve nods in agreement as you and your friends turn to look at who got Walter's attention.

Your heart flutters a bit at seeing the big, tall, handsome blond in a biker getup. Rumor was he did have a motorcycle but you weren't sure this was confirmation. Still, the leather looked good on him. Bubbles pokes your ribs, startling you a bit, before Spitfire chimes in, "you need some help?"

All I can get, Steve thinks. "I, um..." he walks up to you, "I was worried you'd left the party already."

"You...you were looking for me?" Your voice quavers a bit.

"Yeah, um...I just..." Steve takes a deep breath. "Would you like to go out some time?" His words come out in a rush and it takes you a few seconds, and another poke in the ribs from Bubbles, to realize he's asking you out.

"I'd love to!" you almost yell out. You cringe at your overly-enthusiastic response and compose yourself before saying, "that sounds wonderful."

Behind you Spitfire and Bubbles high five, making Steve blush and smile in relief.

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[punktactical]

OLDER , ace + ?

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summary ; ace finds out you like him. time to make his move! things don't seem to go as planned . . . (highschool au)

warnings ; cussing , older man - younger woman , crackfic-ish? , fluff.

a/n ; requests r open, that's all i've got to say

★

★

everyone knew you had a thing for ace, it was no secret.

you always asked to be partners in projects, always coming over to his house, and always finding excuses to be close to each other. so when ace finally found out, he was ecstatic.

"holy shit, [y/n] likes me?" sabo rolled his eyes, frowning. "didn't you know? it's obvious as hell." ace shakes his head, slightly flustered. he always thought you were cute but he never thought you'd fall for someone like him. luffy chewed on his granola bar, smacking loudly. "so are you guys getting married?" ace screeched, glowing red. "no, what the hell? that's for grown ups, luffy!" sabo snapped his fingers, bringing ace's attention back to him. "so what're you going to do now with this information?" ace shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. "ask her out, i guess." luffy raises his hand, grinning.

"there's a dance this friday after school, how about you ask her to the dance!"

so that's how ace got here, standing in the middle of the hallway with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a teddy bear in the other. sabo looked around the corner, before turning back around with a whisper-shout. "here she comes! get ready!" sabo and luffy rush to hide, while ace gulps down his nervousness. he can hear your sweet giggles down the hallway, chatting with your friends. he could listen to you all day.

you finally turn the corner, stopping in your tracks. there stood portgas d. ace, your close friend, holding a bouquet of flowers for god knows who. your group whispered amongst themselves, before nudging you forward. ace grins sheepishly at you, before holding the items out to you. quirking an eyebrow up, you question him. "what's this all about?" with a shaky breath, he answers -

"do you wanna go to the dance with me this friday?"

your friends squeal, obviously taking videos capturing the cute moment. you smile, cheeks warming a shade of red. "of course, ace." you grab the items and wrap your arms around him. he smiled into your shoulder, arms snaking around your back. he felt like he had finally won at life.

the day of the dance had finally come around, leaving ace anxious. does he look good? does he look stupid? why wasn't his hair cooperating, damn it! as he continued to fuss over his appearance, a looming figure crosses over him.

"ace?"

the raven-haired boy shrieks, spinning around. it was that damn old man, garp. he laughs at the younger boy, arms crossed over his chest. ace grumbles, pouting slightly. "can you not sneak up on me? i'm busy right now, grandpa." the older man shakes his head. "what's got you so worked up?" ace brushes through his hair, a soft blush collecting on his face. should he tell him? nah, he'll embarrass him even more -

"ace is going to the dance with his girlfriend." luffy speaks between chewing, a piece of chicken in his hand. "fuck you!" ace barks, stomping away to his room. he can hear garp's boisterous laugh from downstairs, taunting him.

★

"do you really need to drive me to the dance?" ace was currently sitting in the back of garp's car, arms crossed pathetically. garp shakes his head. "no, but i just wanna see yer little girlfriend." he grins, flashing his teeth in the rear view mirror. ace sneers at him. "why? you've met her before, it's [y/n]." garp's eyes widen, grin deepening. "her? that sweet girl? why'd she go as low as you?" ace is about to go off on him, before feeling a buzz in his pocket. snatching his phone out of his pocket, his face lights up at the text displayed.

' meet u there <3 cant wait to see u in ur fit xx '

he melted at your text, responding with a heart. garp looks at the boy through the mirror, smirking. "she textin' you?" ace nods, eyes never leaving his screen.

★

ace hops out of the car, waving goodbye to garp. "bye? i still need to take picture of you two, you're growing up real fast, ace!" grumbling, ace rubs his face. why did he need to keep embarrassing him? "ace, over here!" there it was, that sweet voice. the one he could listen to all day. his head snapped in the other direction, catching you in your dress, jaw dropping. you looked gorgeous.

"ace, go pose with your girlfriend!" garp smacks him on the back, sending him forward. "s-she's not my girlfriend, grandpa!" ace growls, standing next to you reluctantly. garp waltz over, a grin plastered on his bearded face. "you look lovely, [y/n]." you smile, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "thank you, sir." he chuckles.

"just call me garp, sweetheart."

you blush, watching him position his phone before taking the picture. "you both look great, less ace though."

"whatever, you can go now!" ace ushers him back to the car. "i'll be back to pick you up, see you kids later." he winks at you before finally driving off. ace sighs, relieved, turning back to you. "[y/n]? you okay?" you have a dazed look on your face, a bright red dusting your cheeks. "ace."

"your grandpa is so fucking hot."

his face dropped, eyes widening in horror.

maybe that's why you always wanted to go to ace's house, to see garp, not him.

who knew?

[peacheeeliz]

019. "sohee!" we all say in unison (wc: 1k)

“Heyyyy Yuyu,” you draw out, leaning back in your chair with a bright smile. You brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping yourself up in a thin blanket. Aside from the shuffling you could hear coming from Yuyu's mic and the soft music you were playing, your apartment was quiet. Sungchan was still out with his friends, filming his next YouTube video, leaving you alone and bored in your shared apartment.

“Heyy,” he responds, a soft laugh leaving his lips. “I saw everyone's posts. I'm guessing you're feeling a little bored?”

“Ah, you can read me so well,” you say, sighing. “I was going to just sit back and watch some drama, but then I remembered I had a lovely friend who I could talk to.”

“Flattered that you thought of me,” he begins, cheeks heating up just slightly. “Disappointed that I was second to dramas.”

“No one can beat Song Kang, sorry,” you tell him, shrugging.

“Or Yunho?” He adds, prepared to blush even more at your response.

“Oh my God, not even Song Kang can beat him,” you gush, giggling. “So, all in all, you probably fall into… third place?”

He has to stop himself from laughing again, “ouch. Third place, really? You wound me, Y/Nie.”

“Don't worry, you're the first in my heart of guys I've actually talked to,” you tease, despite the fact that your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

The blush spreads to his ears, and he resorts to hiding in his hands. “You wouldn't leave me the moment you met Yunho?” He questions, testing the waters.

“Depends on how quickly he can pass the NDA,” you joke, hearing the man choke on his laugh. “Kidding, kidding. Of course, I wouldn't leave you, or anyone else, for that fine specimen of a man.”

He's able to calm down from his coughing fit, brought back by the sound of your own light laughter. “You should go to one of their performances, then,” he starts. “Maybe he'll see you in the crowd and just fall head over heels for you.”

“Yeah, I wish,” You scoff, shaking your head. “I even flew to LA to see those guys at Coachella, and still, nothing. Thanks for fuelling my delusions, though. You're a real one for that.”

“Wait, you flew all the way over there to see them?” He questions, surprised this is the first he's hearing about all of this. He earns a quiet ‘mmhmm,’ in response, allowing him to continue. “That's crazy that you'd fly all that way just to see them.”

“Well, it was a good excuse to get everyone together and to see all those artists,” you explain, smiling fondly at the memories of you and your three friends traveling to the States. “I did it for their Summer Sonic performance too. That was just before we met, I think? Yeonjun, Sungchan and I flew up and met Giselle for the festival.”

“You must be a super ATINY or something,” he comments, almost hearing the bright smile playing on your lips as you respond.

“Something like that, yeah,” you let out, cheeks reddening at the realization of the topic. “Enough about me and my obsession, please talk about something else.”

He finds your pleading endearing, “it's alright. I think it's cute,” he tells you. “But, if that's what you want, then of course,” he pauses, thinking of another topic. He goes quiet for a bit, before continuing. “You talk to a lot of streamers, right?”

“I mean, kind of, yeah?” You answer, pulling forward to rest your chin in your hand. “I talk to you and the other guys the most, but I still interact with a lot of other streamers. Why?”

“What if one of them were to be, I don't know,” he pauses again, taking in a deep breath. “A celebrity?”

“A celebrity?”

“Yeah, like not streamer celebrity, because that'd technically be all the streamers you talk to,” he continues. “I mean like, idol celebrity.”

You take a moment to respond, really thinking your answer through. “I guess I'd be excited, yeah,” you tell him, letting out an awkward laugh. “I don't know, really, that's such an odd question to ask.”

“You wouldn't be mad at them or anything?” He asks, eyes shaking as his questions continue. “Like if their identity as a streamer was a secret but you found out? Or something like that…”

“Of course not, no,” you answer truthfully. “Their identity was obviously a secret for a reason, and if anything, I should be honored that they'd share their identity with me. It means they trust me enough.”

Yuyu stays silent as he takes your answer in, a small smile playing on his lips. He takes another deep breath, not too sure what to say next.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” You tease, wondering why he would bring all this up in the first place.

Before he can say anything else, Sungchan bursts through your bedroom door. “We’re home!”

You jump right out of your blanket cocoon, and you can hear the shuffle of Yuyu jumping out of his chair through your speakers. “Jesus Christ, Sungchan,” you pant, your hand covering your beating heart. “A little warning next time.”

“Sorry, Y/Nie,” he smiles softly at you. Sohee joins him in the door, sending a bright smile your way. “Sohee's here.”

“Hi Y/N,” the shorter boy says, waving quickly at you.

“Hi Sohee,” you return, your eyes softening at the boy's smile. “How ‘bout you two start dinner? I'll join you guys in a bit, okay?”

The two boys nod and leave you be, but you can still hear their bickering as they make their way to the kitchen. You let out a sigh, turning yourself back around to your computer.

“Sorry about them, Sungchan brought a friend over,” you tell Yuyu, shaking your head. “As much as I love them, they sure have a lot of energy.”

He lets out a light laugh, “you should go and join them. I'm sure the boys here are going to want some dinner soon, as well.”

“Oh, uh, sure yeah,” you say. “I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow then?”

He smiles softly, “Yeah, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Have fun with the boys.”

“You as well,” you tell him, and the call goes dead.

Yunho leans back in his chair, his smile faltering as he stares up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

synopsis ⤏ you're trying to peacefully build your starter house on the empires server when your neighbor so rudely (accidentally) kills you, starting the biggest war on the server just one day in.

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[sphireath-wisp]

You loved the snow.

The way your boots satisfyingly crunch down on the layer of snow with every step, cushioning your every step as if you were walking on clouds. The crisp air that chills your body and enters your lungs - so cold that you could almost feel the air traveling down your windpipe. The detailed snowflakes that you wish you could cradle in your hands without them melting into water.

In your brain as a child, the serene idea of playing in the snow was inviting enough for you to sneak out right on New Year's Eve. If that wasn't more than enough reason for you then, the lights strung up on the Christmas tree and nearby houses at the central plaza had you convinced.

Though, as much as you loved the white capping the ground, the cold was unbearable after being out for so long. In a rush, you had forgotten to put on an extra layer.

The warm, yellow light that escaped the window of a nearby house drew you closer. Your frostbitten lips part in a daze, observing the cozy interior of a house. A comfortable maroon-colored couch that you would love to sleep on, a fireplace that probably made those familiar crackling sounds you faintly remember, and a small boy lying on his stomach on top of a circular rug.

He kicked his feet back and forth on the rug, hands fidgeting with his toy cars. His mouth opened, but you couldn't hear what he was saying - he was probably mimicking sound effects to entertain himself and add a little more effect to the silly race between his inanimate cars. He had dark green hair that complimented his teal eyes - teal eyes that were staring right at you as of now.

At that moment, you flinched, only just realizing that he had noticed your presence. The boy stood up on his own two feet and approached the window cautiously, tilting his head to the side with a puzzled expression.

You imitate him for a moment before pressing your chubby face against the window, breath misting and blurring your view of the kid inside.

You push your palm against the window and he does the same, star-struck eyes and curious glances as the winter snow outside decorates your hair.

If he had known any better, he would have called for his parents to shoo away the strange kid outside of their home. Though, could you really blame him? At this young age, all he thought to do was stare and observe.

It was too late for any kid to be outside right now and he doesn't recognize you from the neighbourhood. The more he stared, the more he struggled to fathom who... or what you were. With the myths planted into his head by his older brother's cheeky friends to 'scare' or amuse him - the myths his brother always disproved and rolled his eyes at, his mind could only assume you were something ethereal.

"Are you a snow angel?" You stared for a moment to process the words he mouthed out - the seconds the little boy assumed you used to contemplate whether to tell him who you truly were or not.

You giggle, lying through your little teeth just because you began to take a liking to the idea. You nod, watching the shimmer in his eyes brighten, in awe of you.

Though his voice was a little muffled, you could sort of understand what he was saying.

"What's your name?" You began.

"Rin. Do snow angels have names?"

"Mmhm, I'm (Name). (Name) the snow angel."

Rin noticed you shivering in the cold, eyebrows furrowing and creating a crease near the bridge of his nose. "Isn't it cold out there, (Name)? Do you wanna come inside?"

You shook your head - your parents were already going to kill you for sneaking out at this time, and entering a stranger's house would add fuel to the fire. "I'm not allowed to let other humans see me... I didn't expect you to notice me." You blurt out an excuse to satisfy his vivid imagination.

"Don't worry, I can keep a secret," Rin responds enthusiastically, dead-set on helping you. "I can call Nii-chan, he'll know what to do!"

"It's okay, I promise." You couldn't tell if you were blushing because of the cold or him. Giving him a reassuring smile, you draw a heart on the window after your breath fogs it up. He purses his lips, not fully convinced.

He hastily grabs his jacket and gloves whilst ignoring your banging on the window, desperately repeating that you'll be okay. You were helpless as he grabbed a spare jacket for you. Some part of you must have really craved the warmth you needed from that extra layer or maybe you just wanted to stay because of Rin.

Just at that moment, you notice an older boy enter - matching sweaters with Rin. You immediately scurried away, leaving behind only the footprints of your boots that you prayed the snow would cover up.

"Rin, what are you doing?" Sae - Rin's older brother - questions him and crosses his arms at the sight of the toy cars he left on the carpet. "And didn't I tell you to clean up after yourself?"

"Nii-chan! I saw a snow angel!" Rin announces while grabbing Sae by the wrist to pull him to the window, not noticing the slight stumble in Sae's step when he was suddenly tugged (otherwise, Rin would have immediately apologized). "They were super nice and pretty, and...

they're gone..." Rin's smile drops and he hears a sigh from Sae.

"Have my friends been drilling weird ideas into your head again?"

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[the-kr8tor]

Everyone's okay! Internet is back up and stable now ALSO.. NO- GET IT OUT OF YOUR HEAD I AIN'T HAVING A FRIENDS TO LOVERS ARC>:( I DONT NEED NO ONE- NUH UH. Daily Hobie HC!(1) There's no peace with this man, especially when he cracks his knuckles. The air popping, you swear it causes half of the natural disasters in this world. Sudden earthquake? Hobie's fault he must've disturbed the tectonic plates with how loud his knuckles crack. And he knows his knuckles crack like Zeus' thunder. And he takes pride in it. At any given time, he'll crack his knuckles, before looking over at your over-exaggeratingly horrified expression, the most unbothered expression dawning on his face. It's most concerning when you can feel his bones pop underneath your touch, with the feeling of his bones going slightly inwards, making you think you've broken him. But no, his spine is just rarely cracked, and Hobie doesn't seem bothered by the way his smirk just grew a little bigger in response to your hands pausing on his back once you heard that.

Daily Hobie HC!(2) Being born into royalty is one's dream..but not yours. You were born into royalty, having being surrounded with big castle walls glistening with gold, and everything handed to you on a silver platter...quite literally. However, being told what to do all the time and being stuck in the most movement restricting clothes was hell. Your life was boring, until a 'commoner' was brought in. And of course, as the future heir to the throne, you had to deal with whatever dumb crime was committed now. Most the time, these crimes were petty theft or something excusable. Only rarely was it murder or something along those times. As the guards ushered you out into the main area to meet this commoner, your brows raised slightly at his appearance, betraying your indifferent expression. On his knees, a good distance away from you with two guards at his sides, gripping onto his arms, was a surprisingly unharmed commoner. His silver piercings seemed to reflect the sun the large windows invited through onto him, a few scars and old bruises adorning any part of his body visible. He had a weak, charming smile settling on his lips once he saw you...and- Oh no. He's hot. Sucking down a breath to ensure you keep your straight face, you do the same shit. Ask for the full name, his status (although it was obvious), and what he had done. Hobie, his name was. Hobie Brown. And his crime? Stealing from some rich folk. Understandable, those pompous assholes were a pain to be around, yet unfortunately, you can't agree with him. So instead, you held your head up high, and let him off on a strict warning. Ever since that day, you've seen him almost everywhere. Either he's sneaking over castle walls, or on the edge of the wall in the garden. And every time he's never doing anything malicious, and instead just wanting to visit you instead. Fuck him and his dumb, charming smirk. If it weren't for the fact you were stuck in clothing that was 'concrete simulator', you would've already jumped in his arms and pleaded for him to take you away. Screw responsibilities, your parents can always make another heir any other day. Eventually, he started to bring you little gifts with these secret visits. Some shiny crystals, flowers, hand-crafted bracelets and so much more. Hobie loved seeing the way your eyes sparkled all the more brighter when you saw him, his calloused hands brushing against your soft ones gently, and with utmost care. However, one night, you couldn't take it anymore. The lingering touches, his soft gaze, the blushing and giggling and loudly beating hearts. Your fingers intertwined with each other's for what you both wished would be hours, only turned out to be a few fleeting moments. This night meeting, you managed to persuade Hobie to come down from the wall into the garden. Hobie, cautiously obeyed, approaching you. He had expected something different, obviously getting flustered as you cup his face with your soft palms, your lips pressing oh so lovingly against his. He allows himself to melt into you, his hand cupping one of yours as he kisses you back. -🐦‍⬛

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Daily Hobie hc!! (Double hc edition!)

Lmaooo he's just like me fr! I'm double jointed so my hands are super flexible and I can crack every single one of my fingers (even my wrists !) I literally do it to annoy my friends HAHAHHAHA

If I was R I'd out crack my knuckles until one of us accidentally breaks a joint lol 😆

FLYNN AND RAPUNZEL IF SHE DIDN'T GET KIDNAPPED!!! OH I LOVE THIS AKZNKSKABZJAKZJJSJ

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[frogmanfae]

Quill Kipps x GN! Reader- "Not-Friends" with Benefits (FLUFF)

Summary: Quill Kipps is a narcissistic asshat, but all that talking does wonders for the lips.

A/n: this is not explicit! I got this idea when I started lowkey crushing on a guy quite similar to Kipps, but that's besides the point. It's a little bit choppy between scenes, but I wanted to try that style of writing and I think it works best for this particular idea.

Reader pov

"Do you like caramel?"

"What?"

"Your mouth tastes like caramel."

"Oh shut up." I lean back in to wipe the smug look off of Kipps's face. He's incredibly annoying. He's known for being a heartbreaker. He'll often go on one date and then never talk to them again. He's a jackass and he's pompous and arrogant and thinks he's better than everyone else and I absolutely hate him.

But damn it he is a good kisser.

Currently, we're in the weapons storage room at Fittes. It's noon, nobody ever comes in here at this hour, but we still couldn't risk turning on the lights. It's dark, but not dark enough to the point where I can't see his face. I was simply using the Fittes public library when he pulled me in here.

I pull back. "I should get going-"

He kisses me again. "Just a few more minutes."

"Mmh-" I lean away again. "Seriously, I have to go." He presses another kiss to my lips.

"What's the rush? It's not like either of us has anywhere to be." He pulls me back in.

"Kippy-" I breathe out. "They're going to miss me- George, Lucy, Lockwoo-"

"Ughh what did I say about mentioning him when we do this?" He groans.

"Oh please, no matter how much you pretend it's a major turn off, we both know that you think it's sexy how much we hate each other and Lockwood basically personifies that hatred."

"... You're right." He goes back to kissing me.

"Kipps, really I have to go before they question it."

He sighs. "Fine." He steps away from me, unpinning me from the wall.

I fix my appearance as much as I can. "How do I look?"

"Hot."

"Oh shut up, seriously."

"Fine. You look fine, but you look better when you're beneath me-"

"Oh please we both know that I only let you on top of me because if I didn't all you'd do is whine."

"I could easily dominate you by force-"

"Kipps you are five foot nothing on a good day. We both know who can beat who... Who has beaten who." I smirk.

"Alright well that was before we became friends with benefits-"

"Don't flatter yourself, we aren't friends." I roll my eyes and pick up my bag.

"Right. Well then." He kisses me again. "Until we meet again."

"Until we meet again."

*************

"God your music sucks-" Quill shakes his head and goes back to kissing me.

I lightly push him back using my hand that was already conveniently on his chest. "Excuse you, you can leave then." I smile. "The others are out all night on that case but I suppose I can find other forms of entertainment-"

"No no wait I was joking!" He laughs. "I love this song!"

"Quill this is objectively a terrible song." I shake my head, my smile only widening. "But I still love it."

"Just like I'm objectively a bad person but you still love me~!"

"Oh shut up." I pull him back in to go back to kissing him. "You're not a bad person. You're a dick. But you're not a bad person." I kiss him again. "And I don't love you."

"Sure you don't, sweetheart~" He takes my face in his hands and presses our mouths back together. It's less of a kiss and more giggles and smiles colliding.

*************

"(Y/n)! Where did you go?" I hear Lockwood call from the other side of the door. Quill snorts. I put my finger on his lips.

"Shh!" I glance at the closed door, trying to suppress my own giggles. He puts his hands on my hips.

"Now Darling isn't this risky~?" He whispers. "He's looking for you already. Perhaps he's beginning to catch on that you go missing every time we work together."

"Shut up." I grab both sides of his face and pull him towards me.

*************

I hear a knock and shove Quill away. He glares over at the door. "Who is it and what do you want?"

"It's Bobby! I've made some breakthroughs on that case!" The door starts to open.

"Wait! Uh- just hold on a second!" Kipps and I share a look and I get under his bed. He gets up and grabs a shirt off his floor and puts it on, purposely opening the door before it's all the way on.

"... What the hell were you doing?" I hear Bobby say, his voice slightly unsteady.

"I just got out of the shower. You were about to come in and see much more of me than you would want, dear Bobby." I hear the door shut and Quill sighs as he lays on the bed.

"You'd be surprised..." Bobby mumbles.

"What was that?" Quill sounds deviously curious.

"Nothing!" Bobby squeaks. "About that case!"

They talk for a good twenty minutes. That doesn't seem long, but it's quite difficult to stay hidden under a bed for that amount of time. Especially when Quill keeps flirting with poor Bobby, who's very obviously interested in him. When they said goodbye, there was a long moment of tense silence before I heard the door close.

"He's gone, Darling."

I slide out with a huff. "Took you long enough."

"What can I say? I was enjoying myself." He shrugs.

"Why were you doing that? Leading him on. He's clearly interested in you, you're an asshole for leading him to believe you feel the same." I sit on the bed.

"Who said I don't feel the same?"

"What?"

"I very much like Bobby. He's a wonderful boy."

"... Oh." I look down. "I suppose I just assumed-"

"You and I just make out, right? No strings attached or anything. Hell, we aren't even friends." He chuckles. "Right?"

"Right. Yeah." I nod. That is what this was supposed to be. I shouldn't be affected by this at all. Someone better tell that to the uneasy feeling in my chest and the burning in the back of my throat.

"Speaking of which~" He sat beside me and snaked and arm around my waist. "Isn't that why you're here?" He smiled and kissed me.

I kissed back, but I really wasn't feeling it.

*************

"Jesus-" I gasp as I get pulled away.

"Shh! It's me." A hand clamps over my mouth. My eyes focus on a certain freckled jackass. He smiles. "Hi."

I tap his wrist, letting him know to pull his hand away. "God Quill you can't just do that!" I whisper shout. "You're insane!"

"I've done it plenty before!" He furrows his eyebrows, the smile falling from his face. "What is your problem as of late? You've been avoiding me. The last time we met up, you felt... like you were uncomfortable the whole time. What's wrong?"

He puts his hands on my hips. I grab his wrists and shove them away. "Nothing is wrong."

"... Oh my god. You've got a boyfriend, haven't you?" He almost raises his voice.

"Shh! Someone will hear you!" I look at the closed door.

How the hell did we end up in another closet?

"Well who is it? Who's the lucky bloke?" He raises an eyebrow. "Jesus Christ don't tell me it's Tony!"

"Oh my god Kipps shut up! Someone is going to hear you!" I insist. "And I don't have a boyfriend! Much less Lockwood! He's too busy making googly eyes at Lucy to even notice I'm gone most of the time."

"The other one then, that little guy with the glasses." He waves his hand around. "What's his name? Jim? Jordan?"

"Do you mean George? God no!" I scrunch my nose. "He's like my brother."

"Well then who-"

"Kipps for the last time I don't have a boyfriend."

"Then what changed?"

"Kipps, we can't be doing this when you have a genuine interest with someone else who shares the feeling!"

"What?" He widens his eyes. "Is this about Bobby?"

"Of course it is!"

"(Y/n) you're not serious! I had a small crush on him but-"

"But nothing Kipps. You can't do this to him." I shake my head and step away from him. "It isn't fair for him." I turn away and leave before he gets a chance to say anything.

*************

"What's got your balloon in a spin?" Lucy asks as she butters her toast.

I pick my head up off the table. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please, you look like your dog died." She sits down across from me. "What is it?"

"... Hangover?"

"I'm not buying that for a second, now come on. Out with it." She gestures for me to speak.

I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, there's a knock at the door. Anthony rushes down the stairs, tightening his tie as he goes. "I'll get it! It's probably a client, don't want their first impression to be one of you lot in pajamas." He flashes his signature smile at us.

I roll my eyes. "I don't know what you see in him, Luce-"

"I- what?" She stammers. "I don't-"

Before she can finish, there's the sound of a rapier being pulled out of the holder by the door. "What are you doing here?" I jolt out of my chair and rush to see what's happening.

"Please, I'm unarmed. Look at me." The voice makes me shaky. Quill?

Lockwood glances down at what Kipps is holding. He sneers. "How delightful, but I'm afraid to say I don't very much like flowers."

Quill scoffs. "It's a good thing they aren't for you then, but I'll be sure to keep that in mind come Valentine's Day." He looks at me. "(N/n) I messed up, but please give me a chance to explain myself."

Everyone snaps their head towards me. "(N/n)?" George questions. "What's going on?"

"I- Quill what are you doing?" I looked around.

"Please, I- look I don't want what we have to end. Whatever it is, I quite enjoy it. Please, allow me to tell you everything. To explain. Won't you?" He looks as if he's about to cry. I look at the flowers in his hand. They're my favorite.

I sigh. "Let me get dressed and we'll grab breakfast, yeah?"

He nods. "Yes! We can go to that place you like! What's it called again? Oh! Goosefoot Café, right?"

"How's he know your favorite breakfast place?" Lucy gives me a smug look.

I ignore her and just nod and run upstairs, quickly changing my clothes and coming back. "Okay, I'm ready." I grab a jacket, turning to my three housemates. "I won't be long, promise."

"You'd best explain yourse-"

I shut the door before Lockwood can finish. "Run!" I tell Kipps.

We both take off into a sprint until we're around the corner at the end of the block. He's laughing, I have a small smile on my lips. Joy. That's the emotion I feel. Pure joy. It's been a while.

We continue walking in silence until we get to the small restaurant. It's colorful. Lots of pastels. It's a very inviting, cozy atmosphere.

We get drinks and sit on the couch next to one another in the lounge area in the back corner. "So? What's going on?" I ask.

"Well... First of all-" He holds out the flowers. "These are for you."

I hesitantly take them. "Why...?"

He sighs. "I don't like Bobby. I never really did. I had a crush on him about a year ago, but nothing intense. Not the way it is with you."

"What? Then why'd you say all those things just the other week?"

"Because I was upset!" He laughs dryly. "I was hurt and upset and angry and I wanted to make you jealous and I wanted a relationship!"

I nearly flinch in shock. "You did?"

"Yes!" He shouts, exasperated. "Yes! I did! I do! I wanted to do more than just kiss you! I wanted to go to dinner with you and watch movies with you and cuddle on my bed with you and let you think I'm upset that you convinced me to let you paint my nails when in reality I'd love it!"

"... That last one was oddly specific-"

"I want to be your boyfriend, (Y/n). Officially. I don't want to just be your, not-friend with benefits. And then you said that that's all we'd ever be and I got upset. I knew Bobby was interested in me, so I thought maybe I just wanted a relationship and I started flirting back with him. I soon realized I was wrong and I stopped it. I don't want a relationship with just anyone, I want one with you. Only you. And maybe I was trying to make you jealous but clearly it's backfired and I just want to go back to making out with you before everything got complicated!"

I take a minute to digest all of that. "Quill I-... You really feel that way about me?"

"Yes!" He's crying. I hadn't noticed that before. "I really really like you! And it's not like anyone else I've gone out with! It's not like a one date thing. I want to be with you for a long time."

"Quill..." I shake my head. "You jackass! You should have just said so! We could have been forcibly nail painting for months now!"

"What?"

"I like you too, Quill." I sigh. "I just didn't want to admit it..."

"God I could twirl you around right now..." He smiles wide. "Thank god! I was so worried-"

"No need to be worried, Kippy. I was too." I smile and take his hand. "You idiot!"

"Me?" He laughs, leaning closer. "You were the one who said we weren't even friends!"

"Oh shut it!" I roll my eyes.

He kisses me. We're both giggling messes, but it's still a great kiss. He's still great at kissing. "Remember how you promised your friends you wouldn't be long? How long is long? because I expect to keep you until I have to go to work tonight~"

I see he's still a pompous jackass too.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

no excuses writing meme. all of em. :)

god you're mean (joking. ish).

FIRST - the first two sentence of my current WIP

at the time of you sending this, i did not yet have two sentences of the fic I am currently working on so I'm going back one step to kinder devil

Carrie can’t help but notice how strangely her dad’s been acting since seeing the video of Julie’s band that afternoon. She tries to put it out of her mind and focus on her friend ex-friend’s performance and can’t help but be impressed by the end of their first song.

LAST - the most recently written two sentences of my current project

same as above

“What about the Luke things?” Julie glares at Flynn and chooses not to take the bait, opting instead to return to what she’d been working on in silence.

NEXT - the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

the WIP that shouldn't exist (tagging @jmrothwell because here's more for your curiosity - and also 👇 two more down)

They’d agreed that decisions like this needed to be unanimous but they don’t have to be happy about the results.

PROMPT: stevie and reggie sharing food - i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

Stevie only (theoretically) exists in one WIP universe right now and it's not part of the main story. But... Bex verse.

"So..." Reggie says hesitantly as he reaches out to grab a slice of pizza. It's been 16 years, 3 months, and 6 days since he'd last seen Stevie and he's not entirely sure how to navigate seeing him again after all this time. "How have you been?"

THE END - i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it

Shit. I'm so mad at you right now 😅 (not actually. mostly). Ok so this WIP (that shouldn't exist) is actually @narcissusbrokenmirror's baby and I kidnapped it and we now have a coparenting agreement (most forgiving birthing parent in existence, I swear). So credit where credit is due. CW for snakes

Luke sighs as he takes in their wall of tanks, each housing a different pet that he’d somehow been talked into. “You say no to one dog,” he mutters under his breath. “How did this even happen?” he wonders, slightly louder than before and Julie manages to hear him and laughs as she walks over to stand beside him. “Peony loves her friends. And now she’s not lonely when we’re gone,” she tells him with a grin. “She’s a freaking snake,” Luke mumbles. “How lonely can she get?” Julie chuckles and pats him on the shoulder before handing him his guitar, “Well, think of it this way: now you have a built-in audience for rehearsals.” Luke groans as he slips the guitar strap over his head, “Fine.” “Could have just said yes to the dog!” Alex chimes in from his spot behind his drumkit and Luke glares at him. “But I do love Crush and Squirt, so thanks for that,” he grins at Luke and is met with another harsh glare.  “No more!” Luke insists as he settles in behind his microphone and nods his head toward Julie and Reggie to get themselves situated which they quickly do. “Yes, Dad!” Reggie giggles as he nods toward Alex who counts them in through laughter of his own.

BEFORE THE BEGINNING - three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

I'm using Bex verse for this

"I just... I need a minute," Alex tells the guys, his throat tightening and the sure signs of panic setting in. He quickly walks out of the boardroom, down the stairs, and out the door to the street, bending over to put his hands on his knees and gasp in breaths. Yes, this is a good change but it's still a BIG change and his brain can only process the second half of that equation. The tightness in his throat starts to loosen and he stands up, looking down the street and deciding that he'll do a quick walk around the block before heading back upstairs to sign onto the rest of their lives.

POV - something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

THIS WAS SO FREAKING ME OUT BUT THEN I REMEMBERED Flynn overhears Carrie and Luke yelling at each other in Bex Verse so... Their POV:

They'd been yelling for a while and it was starting to get a bit concerning so Flynn decides that it's time someone intervenes and by the looks of everyone else within sightlines, it's not going to be them. “I want to throw you out the window!” Carrie's voice is bordering on hysteria and Flynn can't help the feeling of amusement that takes over her. Even in high school, Carrie never resorted to yelling to get her points across. “Do it, I dare you." Flynn's eyes widen at that and she quickens her steps. A sure death sentence for Luke, if there ever was one. Flynn reaches Carrie's office just as she lets out another scream and they school their face into a neutral expression as they stand in the doorway waiting to be noticed.

holy shit this was so hard but also a lot of fun so thank you? but also... you're a shithead (affectionate) 😅

[jjenjoysthings]

I WAS GIGGLING AND SMILING SO HARD READING THIS IT'S TOO CUTE

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings

oooo I love singing grams

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.” The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes,

is she just a friend?? (they're soulmates they just don't know it yet) him being embarrassed is so cute

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

AHHH THE BETS I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THOSE, I gotta know every bet that has ever been made about these two and who usually wins

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip.

But you two are just friends.  Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer. Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

THIS IS SO FUCKING RELATABLE the denial is strong i fear

Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable.

you could even say the hold she has on you is pure madness hehe

He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

this made me think of the song come inside of my heart by IV of spades

"I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!"

“Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?” You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to. In short, he’s fucked. "I always notice you."

AHHHH THE FEELS she's so relatable like hating valentines day and wishing you had what everyone else has omg she's just like me frfr, also the only person he'll surrender to???? oh he for sure is sooo fucked

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

this whole ending scene IS SOOO ROMANTIC AND SWEET the song choice, little will with his light powers UGH MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT, trouble being luke's Achilles hill is soooooo just perfect because they're soulmates duh but also ofc the person who makes you surrender before you even knew there was a fight is gonna be your weakness

thank you for feeding us with another amazing work as always jo mwah <3333

crazy little thing

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.4k

summary: (pre-established relationship) Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyone’s tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies

(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)

—

“Come on, you gotta admit—it’s kinda funny!” 

Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. They’re not sure if he’s trying to convince them, or himself.

Because yeah, that’s the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, it’s kind of pathetic.

“What do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?” he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone who’s been sitting out in the sun for too long. 

“I’m not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,” he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Lee’s younger siblings.

Lee chuckles, ruffling his sister’s hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, “She’s a good friend. You’re gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.”

The son of Hermes knows he’s gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.

“Right…she’s just a friend.”

Luke’s hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.

Lee’s little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother. 

“What song were you thinking?” she asks, “Gotta make sure I know it if I’m singing it to your…friend.”

The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but he’s never been one to back down from anything–swordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but this—trying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.

Why are feelings so damn complicated? 

It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accurately—at the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.

“You guys got it covered. Just…surprise me too, I guess,” he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if he’s unsure of what exactly he’s wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).

“Castellan’s hopeless. You think he knows it yet?” the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.

“I don’t think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on who’s gonna break first. Chiron’s been keeping track, but don’t tell Mr. D.”

If Luke wants a show, they’ll make sure he’ll get his money’s worth—and hopefully, it’ll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and he’ll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.

—

Valentine’s Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone who’s single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people aren’t so…enamored in public (you’ve lost count of the reports you’ve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual. 

Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyone’s favorite narc.

Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head. 

That’s an uncontrollable urge. Too much?

Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like they’re the last dinner roll at the table….You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.

You just didn’t understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldn’t love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, you’re the best actress at camp. You’ve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.

Nothing gets past you at this point.

But that sucks too sometimes, you know?

Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as you’re stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yours…makes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them don’t know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgust—-and it’s only lunchtime. 

So yeah, maybe you’re a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.

The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though it’s sweet—the human side of you misses affection. 

Devotion. 

To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps that’s what scares admirers away. 

That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, you’ve always preferred it that way—the both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not. 

But you two are just friends. 

Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually he’s the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each other’s workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.

Right? That’s totally normal coworker/friend behavior.

If you were ever given immortality, perhaps they’d make you the goddess of denial.

You’re sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids…and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable…or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someone’s eyes on you, and when you look up, Luke’s standing there with two full plates of food.

“Take a break, trouble. No one’s paying you overtime,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.

“No one’s paying me at all…” you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.

“Just another holiday. You know how it is.”

“It’d be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,” you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge he’d do it without question, which should be more concerning—the hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. It’s easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but there’s something about you that already makes him feel like he’s losing before anything’s even happened).

Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier who’s always trained and so ready that sometimes it makes you wonder what war he’s preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.

“No, you don’t. You’re a control freak,” he says with a grin. 

Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, he’d tell whoever’s asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.

“I swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,” you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.

There’s a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. It’s Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.

“That was quick,” you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.

“Heh…I think they were just practicing or something…”

He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience. 

Fucking hustlers.

—

The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since it’s mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.

“I can’t believe this!” you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand.  

“There’s just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. It’s everywhere! I’m—CONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!”

Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin. 

“Guys, go find trouble somewhere else,” Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.

“Oops.” 

Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“You've already got trouble anyway,” he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.

The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, “I don’t care if he’s your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.” You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he can’t open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance–but the effect isn’t as menacing as it should be when he’s covered in red and pink sparkles.

“Not if I get to him first, the little bastard.”

“Just open the door,” you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.

“I can’t if you won’t let me do it!” He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.

“What kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!”

“Well OBVIOUSLY, but it’s not working, now is it, trouble?”

Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees. Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stoll brothers put in front of the door). He sighs, and Lee’s little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.

“You gonna charge him again?”

A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.

“No, but we’re close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,” Lee grumbles.

“Why are we doing this again?” Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.

“A crazy little thing called love. You’ll understand it better someday, kid.”

—

Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"

"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.

"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"

Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.

"Don't worry about it."

He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.

"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.

"Why's that?"

"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"

He looks at you like you've told him you’re secretly a cyclops.

“The fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks you’re great?"

You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I don’t want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.

 “Sorry... that was a lot, and I’m just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?”

You’ve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting it—this four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle he’ll back down from, and you're the only person he’ll wholeheartedly surrender to.

In short, he’s fucked.

"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. You’re popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.

But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.

I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places...That this heart of mine embraces...

You gasp, grabbing Luke’s arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Luke’s eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.

“Did you do this?” you mumble, still entranced by the performance.

“Only if it makes you laugh.”

And you do, in the way that he loves—a bit crazy and too loud, and it’s perfect.

I’ll always think of you that way…I’ll find you in the morning sun….

Whether it’s fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke can’t tell—he’s too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.

“You know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,” you whisper, and it couldn’t be more far from the truth.

“No, you don’t.”

His eyes flicker to you again, but you’re already looking back at him.

“I don’t.”

And when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon…but I’ll be seeing you…

It’s quiet now, and you’re unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if they’ll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.

Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder you’ve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart. 

“Thank you.”

Luke doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesn’t know if weakness is your kisses or his scar—but he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing there’s a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that he’s worked so hard on. When his eyes open again, his Achilles’ heel has taken human form.

—

“This has got to be cheating,” Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.

“It’s not cheating if I’m winning. Silena’s gonna get a kick out of this,” Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. It’s a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.

“Well lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!”

“That’s what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfew’s in 10. We’ll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,” Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.

“Easy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!”

“Would I ever lie to you, La Rue?” he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.

—

“My body ages,

my anger burns into a seam.

I am so annoyed by love

and still it comes.”

-Kate Baer

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[worksby-d]

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 ℒ𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊

Pairing: best friend’s dad!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend's dad helps you forget about your recent break up.

Warnings: Age gap (reader in her early 20s), unprotected sex (kind of. birth control is mentioned, I guess), oral (f receiving), fingering, slight choking, pet names (babygirl, princess), calling him “daddy,” dominant!Andy but still very soft because he can't help it, dubcon since she’s in a vulnerable state (but she’s the one that initiates it), 18+

Word count: ~2,500

Part Two

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Making his way down the hallway, Andy braces himself to walk by the guest bedroom, willing himself to not pop his head in and come up with an excuse to talk to you more.

As it was, he spent the entire evening kicking himself anytime he caught his gaze lingering on you for too long.

When Jacob told him he was bringing a friend home, letting them stay over for a night on their way to their family for the holidays, he didn't expect you– didn't expect to be rendered speechless, almost nervous, by the young woman he's heard about countless times over the past couple months.

He immediately made up an excuse for stumbling over his words as he greeted you guys. “Sorry,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hand on Jacob’s shoulder. “I'm just always worried I'm going to embarrass my boy in front of his friends.”

His little joke had an adverse effect though. Once he heard the shy giggle you let out, he couldn't think about anything else.

A noise pulls him from his thoughts as he walks by your room, causing him to take a step back so he can listen closer. Realizing it's the sound of you crying, he furrows his brow, contemplating whether to say anything.

He holds his arm up, waiting a second before knocking on the door quietly, “Y/N?” He doesn't hear you say anything though, so he carefully opens it to peek in. “Is everything ok?”

You jump in your spot on the edge of the bed, grabbing a pillow to hold onto as you dry your tears.

“Oh God–” He looks away quickly, realizing you're only wearing a sports bra and shorts. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh a little. “Yeah.” You clear your throat. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?” He slowly looks back toward you, and makes his way over to sit on the other end of the bed, keeping a distance between the two of you.

Shaking your head, you let out another sob and rest your head against the pillow in your arms. Andy just sits there silently, waiting for you to say something.

“My boyfriend just broke up with me last week,” you finally let out when you feel like you can talk again. “I just got a notification that tomorrow’s his birthday. I forgot and– I thought I was getting over it, but,” you shrug and shake your head, letting out a deep breath.

Andy wordlessly moves closer to you, resting a hand on your back to stroke soothing circles. He doesn't know what to say, just lets the silence take over again.

“Think on the bright side,” he eventually starts. “You're headed home for a few weeks. You'll get that time to relax and take your mind off him.”

Simply nodding, you lean against him.

“I'm sure he'll regret it, by the way,” he tries to joke.

You don't believe him though, letting out a sad laugh. “He'll just find someone prettier, and smarter, and–”

“Don't say that,” he gently interrupts you, stilling his hand to get your attention. “You're all those things.”

Sniffling, you lift your head to look at him with pleading eyes, wondering if he means it. “You think so?”

“I mean… Yeah– sorry. Didn't want to say it, uh, say that you're pretty out loud. But you– you definitely are,” he stammers through it. “Sorry.”

He's relieved when he hears a small laugh as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I don't know what to say. I have a son, so… But these things happen. You'll be okay.”

Neither of you make an effort to move, instead you begin unloading on him everything you've been bottling up lately – how pathetic you feel for even being upset over it when he was a shitty guy anyway, always getting mad at you for small things, not being supportive, not reciprocating the affection you showed him.

“He was so immature,” you end your rant with, making Andy laugh a little at that. “Need someone like you instead…” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you lift your head to look at him again, and without thinking, lean to kiss him.

Catching him off guard, he quickly pulls away, regretting it when he sees the horrified look on your face.

“Sorry, oh God. I'm sor–”

“No, no, hey,” he immediately grabs you gently as you try to stand up to leave, and pulls you back down next to him. “It’s okay,” he assures you, leaning back in to kiss you again, mumbling, “I liked it.”

Not breaking the kiss, he pulls the pillow you've been holding onto out of your arms and tosses it back toward the head of the bed. With your hands freed, your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it up in an attempt to get it off of him.

Before it goes too far though, he breaks away to get up and make sure the door is locked, pulling his shirt off for you.

He melts at your content smile, joining you back on the bed. “Lay back,” he gestures for you to get comfortable. “May I?”

You nod timidly, feeling his fingers tugging lightly on the waistband of your shorts, allowing him to slip them off of you before he leans back over you, starting with soft kisses that start at your lips and trail down along your neck.

Your quiet moans make him chuckle. “Gonna show you everything you've been missing out on by fooling around immature college boys,” he promises, teasingly nipping at your neck. “Gonna be your daddy tonight.”

You shudder at the switch up of his tone, knowing he means it, as he moves on to kissing across your chest. You're putty in his hands as he helps you sit up enough so he can pull your bra off.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he groans quietly, laying you back down.

Heat rises to your cheeks, hands moving slightly as you go to cover yourself out of habit, but he doesn't give you the chance. His lips are wrapped around your left nipple, tongue flicking against it as his fingers toy with the other.

“Andy,” you gasp when his teeth graze against the hardened bud as he moves to take the other in his mouth. “Holy shit.”

Your writhing against him doesn't faze him, doesn't get him to give in and give you more yet. He continues taking his time, moving next to press soft kisses down the center of your chest, all the way down your stomach.

“Your boyfriend ever take his time with you like this?” Your eyes meet his as you look down, and you bite your lip, shaking your head. “Of course not,” he tsks, making it to the waistband of your panties, but not touching them yet.

“Please,” you whine, a defeated huff escaping your lips watching him litter your thighs with kisses instead, playfully biting at your sensitive skin every so often, making sure to leave marks.

Impatiently, you buck your hips toward him, but he puts an end to that by draping an arm over your waist to keep you in place.

“Nuh, uh, uh,” he laughs, backing away from you continuing to squirm against his hold, and you groan, dropping your head back against the pillows. “Patience, babygirl. Just gonna start by…” His voice trails off, followed by the feeling of the tip of his finger teasing against your pussy over your panties.

“Oh,” you gasp, clenching around nothing as his finger strokes over your clit, thighs trembling slightly against his arms that are keeping your legs spread.

“Oh, that quiver,” he coos, voice mocking as he finally moves so he can help you out of your panties, practically having to peel them off of you. “Fuck, you're so wet.”

“Andy,” you mewl, the anticipation killing you waiting for him to settle back between your legs.

Just as anxious to get a taste of you as you are to feel his mouth on you, he doesn't make you wait any longer. He lightly grazes the tip of his tongue along your slit, barely dipping in between your folds. It’s when he flicks his tongue against your swollen clit that you let out a squeal, prompting him to give you more. Smirking, he finally spreads you with his fingers so he can taste more of you. His tongue teases at your entrance before bringing the attention back to your clit, now wrapping his lips around it.

The noises you're making has him guessing no one's gone down on you like this before. “That boyfriend of yours never did it this well, huh?”

“He never–” You suck in a breath and let it out shakily as he flicks his tongue again. “Did it at all,” you murmur shyly.

“He never went down on you?” He’s utterly shocked, looking up at you, letting out a laugh of disbelief. “Fuck, I'd be eating this pussy every goddamn day.”

He doubles his efforts after that, plunging a finger into you while his tongue continues to work at you. His groans vibrate right through you, bringing you to the edge quickly. “Gonna come already?” He hums, feeling you clench around his finger. “Come on, princess. Come for me.”

With his encouragement, you come undone instantly. Not being able to help it, a loud moan rips from your throat, forcing you to slap your hand over your mouth to quiet yourself as he continues working you through it.

Chest heaving, ears ringing, oversensitive, you barely even notice him pull away from you, kissing back up your body until he's face to face with you.

Slowly opening your eyes, you’re met with his lust-blown ones gazing down at you.

“You sound fucking beautiful, but you have to stay quiet for me,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck below your ear. “Have a feeling I’m gonna have to wrap my hand around this pretty neck of yours to keep you quiet.”

You whimper, digging your nails into his back. Your hips instinctively move up toward his, chasing that feeling of his hard cock pressing against your cunt.

“Oh, you want my cock bad,” he laughs, lifting himself up to look down at you. “I know. You deserve it now, pretty girl.”

Sitting back on his knees, he slips his jeans and briefs off. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, bigger than any guy you've been with. He catches your look and winks at you. “Don't worry, we’ll make it fit,” he teases, gently grabbing your hips to move you where he wants you beneath him.

“Okay,” you nod, not having the chance to dwell on it any longer as he starts dragging the head of his cock through your folds, eliciting whimpers from you each time he taps it against your clit.

Driving his own self crazy with the teasing, he finally lets just the tip press into you. “Shit,” he hisses, his head falling back. “Was going slow just to tease you, but looks like I don't even have a choice, you're so tight.”

He works inch by inch of his cock into you, turning you both into heavy-breathing messes, before pulling back out of you completely and slamming right back into you.

Your gasp and residual sigh of pleasure has him leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours to swallow your moans. “Yeah, you like that?”

“Yes,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut again.

“Yes…?” He waits for you to correct yourself, stilling his hips when you don't. “Daddy?”

“Yes,” you whine, feeling him thrust into you harshly again. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he pants, beginning to fuck into you with a steady rhythm.

Trying your hardest to stay quiet, you can't contain your moans anymore when his thrusts become faster and harder. He quickly guides your leg that he's holding to wrap around his waist and puts his newly-freed hand around your neck to quiet you.

“You ever had a cock like this?” He growls, and all you can do now as his fingers press carefully against the sides of your neck is shake your head. “I know you haven't. It’s a damn shame, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

His hips move against you relentlessly as he chases his own high. “Need you to come for me again, pretty girl. Can you do that for me, for daddy?”

You can't say no even if you wanted to, your body reacting to his words like they're magic. Your jaw drops open in a silent moan as your second orgasm washes over you, your whole body trembling beneath him.

He doesn't let up, bringing himself dangerously close to his release before asking, “Where do you want it?”

His hand around your throat loosens enough so you can talk, but in your daze you slowly open your eyes to look at him, choking out, “Want what?”

“Uh,” he lets out a breathless laugh. “My–”

“Oh! Oh God,” you cringe, realizing quickly what he meant.

His thrusts falter and become slower for just a moment as you bring your hands up to cover your face. He chuckles, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, pressing a few soft kisses to your skin. “You're adorable.”

Shaking your head, you let out a breath before finally answering him quietly. “In me.”

You pull your hands away from your face, resting them on his shoulders as he lifts himself back up to look down at you. “Are you sure? Because–”

“Yes,” you nod, eyelids flitting again as your sensitive cunt continues to take him. “I'm still on the pill.”

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes out, driving into you a few harsh, final times before his hips stutter, stilling against yours, and he lets out a couple deep groans as his release spills inside you.

Gently collapsing on top of you, you both breathe out muffled breaths against each other’s shoulders, still trying to stay as hushed as possible.

As soon as he feels you’ve stopped shuddering beneath him, he reluctantly pushes himself off of you, pulling out so he can roll over next to you.

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, pulling you against him when you whimper at the loss of the fullness you felt.

He holds you against him like that, tucking your head under his chin, rubbing your back until you relax.

“What did we just do?” Your question comes out breathless, piercing the silence, and he tenses up thinking you're already regretting it. You feel it, and hug him tighter to reassure him, burying your face closer against his chest. “And why do I kind of want to do it again?”

Letting out a relieved laugh, he kisses your forehead. “We could definitely arrange that.”

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