#i know people are waiting on me for things and i'm sorry for being so slow

[slightly-knot-insane]

Elevator Ride

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

a/n: a friend suggested this prompt so here it is! content: nsfw, oral (fem receiving), p i v

Most people hate elevators, right? They are simply unpleasant. They are closed, inescapable, and they go up and down to incredible heights. True, there are those fancy elevators in hotels and big cities that are elegant and spacious. But then there are these rickety, graffiti-filled, tiny boxes of filth and spilled alcohol that shake as if there is an earthquake outside. You still have to take it, because your grocery bag is heavy, and it would be too hard to walk all the way up to the 10th floor by stairs.

The little red number turns to 0, and with a thunk and a clank, the elevator stops in front of you. It doesn't open by itself, no - you have to open the heavy door, keep it that way with your foot, and push the folding gate with your shoulder to enter. All while holding your grocery bag.

"Ngggh", you heave, cursing the elevator, the gate, the inventor, and the first person who thought living hundreds of meters in the air was a good idea.

"Wait, let me help you!"

You turn and frown in surprise because there is a tall monster rushing towards you on crutches, his leg solidified in a cast.

"Oh no, no need." You feel really bad that he wants to help you in that state.

However, he reaches his thick arm over your head and pushes the folding gate like it's a paper fan. "No problem."

You awkwardly smile at him, absorbing his muscular frame and piercing gaze. "T-thanks..." You squeeze inside and notice his eyes on you. He is expecting something from you. "Um... I think there is room for both?" There isn't.

But the monster apparently thinks there is. He hops inside, slouching a bit to fit, and closes the door behind him. It is extremely packed in the elevator, but being pressed against his toned abs eases the discomfort.

"You hardly changed," he says as he presses the buttons for your floor and the floor above yours. The elevator shakes, and the gravity hits your stomach.

"Huh?" You look upwards and are taken aback by his massive pecks. "Do we know each other?"

"I used to live here a few years ago. I was a bit... skinnier before."

You suddenly remember a lanky monster neighbor who lived a floor above yours. You never interacted, but you always thought he was kinda cute.

As you open your mouth to reply, the light flickers, and the elevator shakes with an ominous shriek of a dying beast. You are plunged into darkness, and the elevator violently stops, pushing you to your knees.

Suddenly, it's all and completely silent. "Oh no..."

"Are you okay?" your neighbor asks you.

"Oh nonono, I hate this! We are stuck! The elevator is stuck!" You are almost screaming, your heart pounding fast.

"Calm down. Are you hurt? I'll just call the—"

"Fuckfuckfuck..."

"Calm down!" The complete darkness around you, the growling shout, and something strong grabbing you by the shoulders completely disorients you. You are floating in something rather nightmarish, waiting to wake up. "Just calm down, I can't stand the... the..."

Oh. Right. This is not a nightmare. It's worse. "Y-you..." Your voice is weak, trembling. "Y-you don't understand."

"No, you don't understand." His voice is low, but potent with something primal.

You wish you could see his face in this total darkness. "What do you mean?"

He sighs, and helps you stand up. "Your fear. The... smell... of your fear excites me."

"What? That's kinda sick," you reply.

"I can't help it! It's my instinct."

"Well, I'm sorry I can't just turn off my emotions and not be terrified of dying!"

"That's true, but... We could turn them to something else."

"Huh? What are you—" The hand that was gripping your shoulder slides upwards toward your neck and lips. He cups your cheek and pulls you closer to him by your hip. He is so massive and hot. You wish you could see him right now.

"Let me take your mind off things." He slowly removes all your clothes, and you let him. He is surprisingly gentle and skilled. He takes your nipple in his mouth and moans. "I wanted to do this since the time I first saw you."

You gasp. "You did?" His sharp teeth almost pierce your nipple and it feels fantastic. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He doesn't reply but keeps going down, until he reaches your pussy and rubs his nose against your bush. "Mmmmm, you smell..."

"Delicious?" you reply nervously, and he chuckles.

"Yes..." He dives into your cunt and licks you with insatiable lust. You moan, holding him by the horns, grinding against his tongue. Just as you're about to cum, he pulls himself out of you and sits on the floor. "I'm sorry but my leg hurts. I have to..."

"Don't worry," you say in a rushed tone and yank the elastic of his sweatpants to release his cock. "I'll take over."

"Oh fuck, will you? Good girl. Ride my cock."

You could feel he had an impressive girth, but you were so ready to claim it. To plunge it into yourself. "I wish I could see your cock."

"Yes. Shit," he replies as he helped you position yourself. "I wish I could see you. I always wanted this and now... Fuck, we are doing it in the worst place possible."

You slide down his length, your dripping pussy pulling it in. He feels so good inside you. He is big, he is bumpy, he is firm, and fills you just right.

"Yes, sweetheart..." he growls. "Yes, ride my cock. Fuck me."

You keep rolling your hips, grinding against his stomach, guiding his big hands to pinch your nipples or hold your neck in just the right way. "Yes... fuck yes..." You are so close, the pressure of your delight expanding in your stomach. "I'll... I'll..."

With a loud whirl of electricity, the light comes on, and the elevator starts moving. It's working again, and it will open soon. You two look at each other, red-faced, disheveled, teeth bared, breathing heavily, sweaty, beautiful. And oh-so-disappointed.

With a sly grin, your ex-neighbor makes a fist and slams it against the emergency stop button. The red light turns on as the elevator jams again. The only difference is, this time, there is not a drop of fear in your body.

[sukioyakio]

𝐒𝗍υρ𝗂ᑯ ᥣⱺ𝗏𝖾

Paring: Popular!Sukuna x reader (fem)

Both are in High-school and in sophomore

Summary: You badly need to get your biology grade up.So you had asked your teacher for to tutor but then your meet with him.

An: i got this idea from how my friends were helping me study for biology,and so i said hell yea. I hope you like this I been having this draft for so long-i needed to post it. Sorry for the grammar errors.And yes im still working on the requests (im so sorry for taking so long).

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.5k

Sukuna isn’t just a total street fighter, drug dealer, frat, or a player but he’s actually pretty intelligent in any subject but mostly on science, like in biology.

Which right now you were failing. What? You couldn't blame yourself science was never your thing. But when everyone else understood the lesson with ease; it made you feel stupid to ask them what the hell was going on and plus you didn't want anyone else to think you were stupid.

So, you asked your kind biology teacher if he could tutor you, instead he said he could ask one of his best students to tutor you.

but you would’ve never guessed it to be him....

Sukuna?

Sukuna out of all people!

It just doesn’t feel right seeing someone all tattooed, with hard-rock band logos and piercings at such a calm quiet scenery like a fricking library!

But that doesn’t matter because you need deep help with this class. You’re now sitting down stiff with awkward tension. You haven’t looked at him ever since you sat down in your seat. But all you know is that his sharp red orbs are creating black holes in your face.

‘God this is so fucking awkward’ Your voice ringed your mind, you hated that your antisocial behavior when it comes to meeting people or just being in a group of people you don’t know closely. You wished you had some sort of confidence like one of those people on social media to be able to talk to anyone without caring about their opinion's.

''Did you just come to be all shy or shit to fail or to waste my fucking time?"

His voice, harsh and deep; lanced with annoyance; ripped through your thoughts. Easily commanding attention to him. Giving you literally shivers.

You instantly turned to him with pleading eyes 'god please don't go I need your help' you rapidly spoke with a desperate plead "I'm sorry it won't happen again "you repeatedly said in a chant type of way.

"Shut the fuck up already" his cold and harsh tone instantly made you shut up. You were surprised he hadn't left yet, but in reality, you were relieved that he hadn't; your shoulders practically relaxed. You still felt pretty small against someone like him; it was like nobody being next to somebody who flows off confidence.

Sukuna easily got annoyed by your speech, simply groaning at the thought of actually tutoring you. But then again, he only agreed to tutor you. After that same teacher you had he had for a different period, but the class weighed more since it would give college credit.  

He said, 'if you tutor her, like actually tutor then I'll let you skip this class however you like it'. And so, he took the deal; since he had already been skipping the class just now, he won't be in detention for it.

So, thinking that you're not horribly failing the class and just need help with a lesson or two, but boy was he wrong.

"What does the animal and plant cell have in common?”  he announced in the mist quiet of the library, his eye boring into yours.

Your face scrunches up in confusion as if you hadn't heard his words. He immediately huffs out and then repeats himself.

"What does the animal and plant cell have in common?” He glares at her in annoyance, ready to behead her. He tapped his finger rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for you to give a damn answer.

You nodded; dismissing the rhythmic finger tapping sound, as you were pointing your finger up and down in a slow motion. Searching throughout your brain cell to find the answer. Your eyes light up, as you mutter “oh!!” with a confident smile.

“Wait they both have a Chloroplast!” Your response with renewed vigor, projecting a new confidence on your face. Looking at him with a proud look in your eyes. But to see his face turn to his normal stern to a horrific disgust looked on his face.

‘Maybe i was a little too confident. ...’  You said under your breath.

Never mind what he thought ten seconds ago, you're going to be the worst person to tutor. Just from that answer only.

“You got to be kidding me . . .” he groaned out loud. Some librarian told him to lower his voice, but he couldn't care less. His hand ran through his pink lock, the action showing his frustration. As he could’ve gone out and enjoyed hitting his blunt and chill with his boys.

But no.

You were fucking losing it up there in your brain after hearing his response to your answer. This is literally why you hated science related stuff; he acting just like your older brother whenever you're chatting, and he decided to talk about doctor stuff. AND HE Expect YOU TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT The BODY!!

“A-” he speaks but get interrupted by you.

“OK!! Wait it must be prokaryotic, right. . .?” Your voice raised at the beginning but slowly lowered its volume at the end, signifying that you're not completely sure.

“If I was you, I would shut the fuck up before I leave for you to fail” he responded with glares going straight to your soul. You shudder in silence, before making a loud gulp sound.

You felt like a tiny insect under this man's gaze. This was going to be one hell of a tutoring session, if you still wanted a passing grade...

 He rolled his eyes at your loud gulp, leaning back into his chair with a huff. This was going to be a LONG ass day for him. He wanted to skip this session, but nooooo, now he's stuck here tutoring some girl that doesn't know the answers to the most basic ass science questions.

"Did you fail the class or what? How do you not know the goddamn one single similar thing between prokaryotic cells and eukaryotic cells" he groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table in front of them. "Prokaryotic cells are basically just single-celled organisms, like bacteria, and they don't have a nucleus. Eukaryotic cells such as plant and animal cells are the ones with a nucleus, and they're found in everything from plants to animals to fungi. You see? Easy" he said, tapping his index finger on the table emphasizing his point.

You stare at him, before nodding. “Ah... Of course that makes ...Perfec-”

“You didn't get a damn thing what I said didn't you,Dumbass” He interrupted you. Having you sigh hard, and slumping down on the desk, covering your face and groaning out loud in the process.

“I'm so going to fail” you muttered.

Silence erupts around both of them. He leans back to his chair, forcing himself up, looking  at the ceiling with a stern and annoyed expression. His eyes flickered towards your gloomy aura.

 Before anything, Sukuna just suddenly hits your back, like hard. . .  Causing your head to jerk up and look up at his stern face. Your brows furrowed down in a ‘what the fuck’ expression.

 “OW, What the hell!! " You shout at him. The librarian whispers loudly at where you both are again. He just huffs out a smirk before it disappears. Through the intensely stern and harden exterior, his eyes held the smallest hints of pity for you.

“Are you just going to quit, like that. Fucking pathetic” he murmurs the last part making you feel worst already. Your eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together. Feeling even more pathetic than before.

You look away and respond weakly “no... I'm not quitting”. 

Sukuna eyebrow raises, “now really” He replies with a mockery. His tone of mockery made your heart tighten with annoyance but as well from how he treated like you cant learn shit. (Definitely not from a PowerPoint)

 You turn to look at him, with an annoyed expression. “Yes, really” you reply with more attitude in your voice.

He smirks at your response, a sly look in his eye. "Oh yeah? Then get your head out of your ass and actually pay attention for once, instead of just sitting there and daydreaming" he snaps back at you. He can practically see your patience wearing thin.

You grumble at that reply, as if you hadn’t already done that before, and you still can't get a damn about the lessons.

"I'm here to help you pass, not to make you feel better about yourself" he added with a scoff. "So, stop acting like a damn damsel in distress and start acting like you actually want to pass this goddamn class."

As he passes you a piece of paper with his writing on it. Standing up and before pushing his chair inside the table. “Watch these videos and then we can study. I’m not going to tutor someone who doesn’t even know what the difference or similarities between a plant cell or an animal cell is” He leaves right after he says that. Leaving you dumbfounded and annoyed.

You grab the piece of paper and read what it says, ‘go to amoeba sister and fucking watch the video “biology for beginner” better take notes.’ Your face quickly smiles widely at least for once you had someone guide to lean on, this is better than having to understand everything on a PowerPoint.

TBC

To be honest i have no idea how to make a part two of them. I did started writing for the part but i loss.I might discontinue it or not.

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[luigisleftshoe]

Newly Wed Luigi Headcanons

Wait, I know I said that I think he would rather elope and then do the actual wedding party stuff later. I still think that but for the sake of this hc let's pretend this is the actual wedding with the white dress and party stuff.

The second he sees you walking down the aisle he’s GONE. Like. Gone. Hand over his mouth. Tearing up instantly. Says “holy shit” out loud. Probably tries to hold it together and then FULLY loses it when he hears the first note of your song.

He’s a little fidgety standing at the altar. Keeps bouncing slightly on his heels (like that video of him at like the potluck). Might accidentally mouth the vows along with the officiant. Is gripping his hands behind his back like it’s the only thing keeping him from running to you.

His vows? Unhinged in the most heart-wrenching way. He will start with a dumb joke to lighten the mood and then its just 3 minutes of straight up emotional murder. Hell say something like: “Before I met you, I didn’t know I could feel this safe and this terrified at the same time.”, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I swear to keep proving I do for the rest of my life.” Everyone is in tears

Has a tiny moment of panic right before saying “I do.” Not because he’s unsure. But because he suddenly realizes this is real and it overwhelms him. You give him a look. He exhales. He says: “Yeah. I do. I really do.” Like he’s saying it to himself, not just the officiant.

He will be SO SOFT DURING THE TOASTS. Like if his sisters or his best friends were toasting he's covering his face when people are looking at you two. He mumbles “dont look at me” when he's getting roasted in the toast. 

100% does a dumb little speech he did NOT prepare. Gets on the mic in the night and is like: “sorry, i know you are all trying to eat cake, but I love my wife so much its physically stupid.” You're yelling at him to sit down. Hes trying to tell your grandma how hot you are. 

First dance? Oh boy be prepared. Look homeboy went to all private schools he was definitely forced into doing cotillion he knows how to formal dance. So be PREPARED. But also hes so soft. Hell pull you super close and kiss your temple and whisper things like: “I feel like I won something I didnt even know i entered.”, “Im so fucking in love with you its embarassing” 

He absolutely packs a tiny “wedding night kit” and forgets to hide it. Silk boxers. Fancy beard oil he never uses. your favorite perfume (for you) because he wants to associate it with this night forever. Hydration tablets. You ask why he has it and he stammers: “...I just wanted to be... prepared. For... vibes.”

That first night tho. MY BOY IS SHAKEN. Like. You get to the hotel room and he just stands there. Looking at you. Hands in his pockets. Doing that little head tilt he does when he’s overwhelmed, like he physically can’t speak for a second. Then finally: “You’re my wife. You’re—my fucking wife.” And you’re like “yeah babe we covered that” but he’s literally having a full emotional meltdown in silence.

Kisses you like you’re air. Not rushed. Not frantic. Just long, aching, reverent. Both hands on your face, thumbs dragging across your cheekbones like he’s trying to memorize your whole being. When you pull back for a second, he just presses his forehead against yours and whispers: “Don’t look at me like that or I’ll cry. Again.”

However, you kiss him like dress half-off and he pauses like: “Babe I love you but I'm gonna pass out if I don't eat something. Do you want a protein bar or should we dorr dash?” (you end up sharing cold fries in bed after round one. Its iconic) 

He doesn’t undress you — he unwraps you. Like you’re the most precious gift. Unzips your dress painfully slow. Leaves kisses on every inch of skin as he reveals it. Whispers dumb, soft things like: “I’m gonna spend the rest of my life learning how to love you right.” (And then follows it up with a cocky “...and I’m starting tonight.”)

He's so nervous. But only because he wants to get everything completely perfect. Like he knows your body. You've done this before. But something about being your “wedding night” short circuits his brain. “This is like, this is supposed to be important, right? Like legendary? What if i fuck up the tempo? What if it's not special enough? What if I pass out?” You have to literally climb into his lap be like “Lu, breath. I married you. You win.” 

ALso HE wears his wedding ring during sex and lowkey can't stop staring at it. At one point he has both hands on your hips and then fully pauses just to look down at his hand and mutters: “Holy shit. That's my wife. That's my ring. On my wife.” You have to pull him back because he's lost in the sauce of his own emotions. 

He had a plan. He 100% had a plan. A playlist. A position order. He READ AND REREAD that one sexual book on his goodreads. Also maybe googled “meaningful post-wedding sex rituals.” but the second you look at him like you want him? All of it goes out the window. He's feral now. Gripping your thighs and whispering “you wanna see how good your husband can make you feel?”

He's a whole different animal once his nerves fade . Voice drops. Hands firm. Grip steady. He pins you down like he's trying to claim you again, but with his body this time. Mouth hot. Words are hot. Whispers between kisses: “your mine now.” forever, baby. Are you ready for that?” “wanna fuck you slow, wanna make it count.” He's making eye contact with you the whole time. Soft and possessive. Breathless and controlled. 

Foreplay lasts forever. He's not rushed. He's savoring it. Kisses down your chest like you're the only thing he's ever prayed to. Fingers gentle, teasing, reverent. Makes you beg just a little: “say you want me. Say it like you mean it. You're my wife, I need to hear you.”

He presses you into the bed like he’s anchoring himself. No teasing. No patience. He slides into you like he already knows every part of your body — but it still knocks the breath out of him. Forehead against yours. Groaning like he’s in pain: “God—fuck—how do you feel this good? How do you always feel like home?” You try to answer but he’s already moving — steady, deep, desperate to ruin you slowly.

You finish first. He makes sure of it. Then again. And again. He’s addicted. Obsessed. Whispering “one more, baby, c’mon” as he pins your hands above your head and grinds into you slow, deep, devastating. When he finally lets go? He moans your name like it’s a prayer and collapses onto you, trembling from the intensity, his hand still wrapped around your thigh like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

He insists on doing all the cleanup like he’s your personal wedding night nurse. Wipes you down gently. Finds your robe and puts it around you like a cape. Tucks you into bed and goes: “You’re not lifting a finger. I’m your husband now. You get carried, fed, and worshipped.”

And oh ymgopd the honeymoon

He says it’s gonna be relaxing. It’s not. Before you even land, he has: 3 dinner reservations, 2 couple’s excursions, A “just-for-fun” spreadsheet. He calls it “loose structure for love.” You call it “why are we hiking at 6am.” He packs resistance bands. For what. No one knows.

The second he sees you in a swimsuit he forgets how to speak. Legit stares with his jaw halfway open. Grabs your hand like he’s grounding himself. Whispers: “My wife’s a danger to national security.” Then makes you take a million photos so he can look at them “in case of emergency.” (He means horniness.)

The hotel staff know you by name within 48 hours. Because this man: Orders you room service every morning, Brags about you to the concierge, Tips too much when they say “Mrs. Mangione” and then whispers “say it again.” He is absolutely That Husband™.

The sex? Feral. But romantic. But feral. He’s soft until he’s not. Massages sunscreen into your back and then fucks you face down, legs shaking, bed a mess — all while whispering: “Married you for this. Married you for all of this.” He has no chill. At one point he literally says: “I’m making up for every second we weren’t married.” ...and then proves it.

You two try to cook one night and end up half-naked, covered in sauce. He’s behind you like: “Babe. Babe. You’re stirring wrong. Let me help—” Which means: his arms around you, hips pressed in, voice dropping, hands slowly drifting. And then you’re bent over the counter with pasta boiling and his wedding ring digging into your thigh. Iconic.

He gets real soft out of nowhere. You’re lying on a beach towel. He props himself up on one elbow, looks at you, and says: “Is this what peace feels like? Because it’s you. It’s always you.” Then immediately fumbles it with: “Anyway I got sand in my ass but like in a spiritual way I’m thriving.”

On your last night he gets emotional before sex. Like way too in his feelings. You climb into his lap and he pulls you in slow, touches your face, murmurs: “This week felt like a lifetime. And still not enough.”, “I wanna keep giving you this. Always. Every version of it.” He makes love to you like a goodbye even though you’re literally going home with him.

He forgets you’re married at random intervals and re-panics. You’ll be like “my husband’s picking me up” and he fully freezes like: “Who??? OH. ME. RIGHT. ME. Sorry. Still adjusting to being The Husband™.” Later that night: “I’m gonna go introduce myself to the mirror. Be right back.”

You get one utility bill with both your names on it and he stares at it like it’s the birth of your first child. “We have a water bill together. That’s so hot. We’re thriving.” Takes a photo of it. Puts it in “Marriage Wins” folder on his phone.

Refers to random objects as “our firsts.”“That’s our first married sponge.”, “That was our first post-honeymoon mug purchase.”, “Don’t throw that out, it’s our first married receipt.”

 Grocery shopping becomes horny. You grab olive oil and he’s like: “Careful. You’re holding the essentials of our household. And also you look hot.” Starts narrating your cart like it’s foreplay: “That’s right babe… get those organic strawberries. You’re such a good provider.”

Randomly panics about being a good husband over the dumbest things. One day he forgets to unload the dishwasher and you don’t even notice, but he’s sitting on the couch spiral-texting his college group chat like: “Bros am I failing as a life partner. Be honest.”

[sorrowsofsilence]

hey! maybe you can write about the very first time with folio, which was definitely discussed between the two of you but you still feel insecure and unwanted because in many years of your life no one has wanted that with you and it's embarrassing but you know he will take good care of you

worthy • n.f

pairing: nick folio x fem!reader

warnings: Smut 18+ (first time, fem!receiving, penetration (p n v), creampie)

words: 3.7k

note: I’m sorry its taken me so long to get something out; and I know this was requested so long ago, but I hope anyone who reads this enjoys! Thank you for the request and prompt anon <3 and thank you to everyone for being so patient with me. I missed writing.

THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

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Your leg bounced nervously as you sat in the van, watching the trees whisk past while Nick drove along the gravel road.

He quickly noticed your unease, reaching to squeeze your hand with reassurance, “You alright my love?”

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, and your face warmed briefly. You squeezed his hand back, forcing out a reassuring, "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?" Although it was a lie.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he searched your face for any signs of doubt, but he dismissed the feeling when he spotted the cabin through the window.

You bit the inside of your cheek, taking in a shaky breath. This was the weekend you planned to finally overcome your nerves and take the next step with Nick. Though you'd been dating for over a year, intimacy hadn't been part of your relationship yet; which had you feeling quite insecure, despite his complete understanding. Nick never once pressured you, and when you finally explained why you were hesitant, he was even more considerate.

"Of course I'm excited to explore that side with you, but I never want you to feel uncomfortable. I'm happy to wait until you're ready. Take all the time you need, beautiful," he had assured you a few months ago, on a night you opened up to him.

But this getaway? It was the perfect chance for you to set aside your worries and show Nick you trusted him.

As Nick parked the van in front of the cabin, you found your hand instinctually tightening around his. He turned to look at you, softness glittering in his eyes.

“Nervous?” he queried gently, not asking specifically about what - both of you understood the unsaid.

“Maybe a bit," you confessed, the corners of your lips tugging into a nervous smile. Your heart pounded in your chest.

Nick chuckled lightly, that familiar sound doing wonders to relax the tension building up inside you. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he leaned over and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t worry, love. Only what you want, when you want.” His words were lathered with sincerity, his gaze vehemently assuring.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded silently, and stepped out of the van alongside him. The cabin was serene and tranquil; the perfect setting.

Together, you gathered your belongings and made way into the cabin, the creak of the wooden door serving as a welcome to the secluded weekend escape. The interior was comforting, decorated with rustic charm and warm tones. It smelled faintly of pine and wood smoke, enveloping you in a blanket of calm.

It only took a few minutes to unpack. Nick had always been good at keeping things light, literally and figuratively, and he had made sure to pack only the essentials for your trip.

With your bags emptied and forgotten, he took your hand and led you outside.

The sun was setting over the lake in front of the cabin, transforming the sky into bright streaks of pink and orange. In this warm blanket of sundown hues, you felt comforted by his presence beside you. Nick squeezed your hand again, and you moved closer to him, your body seeking the reassurance of his warmth. He welcomed the closeness, wrapping one arm protectively around you as you both watched the last slivers of sun disappear beyond the horizon.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Nick murmured, his gaze fixated on the changing hues of the twilight.

In response, you let out a soft hum of agreement, eyes never leaving the trees. The silence stretching between you two felt intimate and soothing. Moments like these reminded you why you had fallen for him in the first place.

The comforting hum of crickets echoed around you as darkness fell. Dimly lit by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, you followed him back towards the cabin. A comforting fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm, inviting light that softened any lingering nerves.

Nick guided you gently to the couch beside it, his hand never leaving yours. Leaning in close, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his other hand gently trailing up and down your back.

“Are you okay?” His asked again, words were barely above a whisper as he pulled away just enough to look at you.

You nodded, a timid yet genuine smile playing on your lips. “Absolutely.”

A small sigh of relief escaped him as his lips quirked up into a tender smile. Sitting next to you on the couch, he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as you tucked yourself into his side.

As both of you sat there together in front of the crackling fire, Nick began to pepper soft kisses onto your cheek and neck which caused your heart to flutter uncontrollably. It was an affectionate motion that somehow felt more intimate than anything else you’d experienced with him before. His lips felt soft and warm against your skin, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, where every kiss seemed to reach right into your heart.

“Still okay?” He whispered against your skin. The question was more about emotion than anything physical.

“Yes,” you murmured, leaning further into his embrace. Running your fingers through his hair, you tilted your face to look into his eyes. “I'm okay, Nick.”

Your answer brought a smile of relief onto his face, his twinkling eyes reflecting the firelight that danced merrily around the room. He locked gazes with you, wanting to know for sure that you were ready before allowing himself to proceed any further.

Sensing the question in them made you pull him closer, raising yourself to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"More than okay," you whispered against him.

The tension that had been subtly present in Nick began to dissipate at your reassurance, replaced by a warmth that radiated from his core. The smile on his face seemed to grow as his hand gently moved up and down your back to comfort the lingering nerves beneath.

His kisses became slower and more deliberate, moving from your forehead onto your lips again. Nick tugged lightly at your pants, pulling you over onto his lap gently.

You sucked in a nervous breath as you straddled him, hands shaking slightly as you held onto the back of his neck, refusing to brake the kiss.

"Relax my love," he murmured through the kiss, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands slowly roved up to cup your face, thumbs tracing circles into your flushed cheeks.

"Just breathe."

You nodded, shutting your eyes tight as you buried your head into his neck. He smelt intoxicatingly familiar-comfort mixed with raw anticipation, and the sound of his own heartbeat thrummed beneath your ear.

"Hey," he whispered, his hand settling on the nape of your neck to lightly massage the fear-knotted muscles. You lifted your head to look at him, biting down hard on your lower lip.

His eyes met yours in the dim light, holding an intensity that sent warmth flooding through you. He reached down cautiously, intertwining his fingers with yours, firmly yet gently as if trying not to break something precious.

He brought your entwined hands up to rest on the part of his chest that covered his heart. You felt its steady beat beneath your palm – a rhythmic reminder of his devotion, of his patient understanding.

“Do you feel that?” Nick whispered while he held your gaze. The drumming grew faster as a free hand reached underneath your chin, pulling you back down to his lips once again.

“You make me nervous- and I love it. I love you.”

You rubbed your nose slowly against his as you chewed back a shy smile.

Nick reciprocated, sucking in a breath, “I want you so bad. I need you in every way you’ll let me.”

"Nick," you whispered, pressing your lips against his again with growing certainty, "I need you too."

“We can stop at anytime…” He began, slowly kissing down your neck towards your collarbone. His hands followed, running down your shoulders to follow the curve of your sides, before landing on your hips.

The brunette began to guide your waist in a slow, teasing circle across his lap.

“…Let me show you how much I love you. How you’ve always deserved to be loved.”

His words, raw and honest, carried through the still cabin air, igniting a dormant flame inside you. The tremor in his voice betrayed his own anticipation, and something about that fueled your resolve. This was Nick. He loved you, respected you. He would never hurt you.

With a gentle nod, you gave him permission to continue. His hands began their journey anew, tracing lines of adoration across your skin. By the time his restless fingers reached the hem of your shirt, you were breathless; suspence and hope wrapped up all into one.

With one last glance into your eyes for reassurance, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt, his fingertips leaving imaginary trails of lust on your body. Each inch of revealed skin sent a new wave of titillation through Nick as he watched you react to his every touch.

He couldn’t fight the soft moan that escaped him, more at the sight of your passion-dewed face than at the feeling of your warmth beneath his hands.

Their journey took them along the curve of your waist, over your stomach until they encountered the barrier of your bra. This time, he didn’t ask with his eyes but with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

He slid the flimsy strap down your shoulders, revealing you to him in a way no one else had ever seen. His eyes widened at the sight of you, all flushed skin and cautious expectation.

You sat there under his gaze, heart pounding in your chest as you felt exposed. Yet there was no judgment in his eyes, only pure admiration.

"Fuck you're beautiful," he whispered, tracing the edge of your bra with teasing precision.

Nick's gaze was intense and comforting at the same time as it finally met yours again. The way he looked at you, and the gentle strokes of his fingers alone made you feel wanted and cherished.

He slid the material down further, until you were completely bare to his sight. Your breath hitched in your throat as anticipation tightened within, but Nick’s touch was gentle and soothing. His thumb traced circles in the valley between your breasts, blatantly ignoring the hardened peaks that demanded his attention.

"Still okay?" His voiced crawled from his throat as he tried to maintain eye contact, and his hands didn’t venture any further until he got a verbal confirmation.

“Please touch me,” You whispered, taken aback by the desperation that was laced between every syllable.

His kisses returned to capture your lips once more, even more intense than the last. You felt an indescribable warmth pooling low in your stomach with each careful caress of his hands.

Bold fingers slipped lower, edging past your waistband that elicited a surprised whimper from you. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he reminded you gently, pressing a soft peck to your cheek.

"I won't need to," you replied, surprising yourself with the sturdiness in your voice.

Nick’s lips curved up in a smile against your skin, his hand moving lower, his fingers dancing on the edge of your panties. He reached behind, his fingers sliding under the band of your underwear, meticulously pulling them down with slow deliberate movements.

You hitched a breath, feeling the fabric pool around your ankles. As he knelt down to help you step out of them, his eyes never left yours - a silent vow of reverence and respect for you and this moment shared between you two.

Standing back up, he lifted and laid you down on the couch. Looming over you now, he ran his fingers lightly across your exposed form, taking in every reaction that rippled across on your face.

He reached behind his head, tugging the white t-shirt that had shielded his frame this entire time, and you let out a gasp of awe as you took in his chest. You squeezed your thighs together, the hot flush lingering on your cheeks becoming even more prominent when he discarded his pants next, leaving him in only his boxers.

A low moan escaped your lips when he nestled himself between your legs again, his hips rutting his covered length gently against yours. A gasp left your lips, pleasure pooling at the sudden friction against your core.

Nick's lips captured yours again, swallowing every whimper and breath as he deepened the kiss. His hand snaked down your body, making a slow path towards your throbbing heat.

His finger slid across your desire, running along your folds to coat his fingers in your arousal. He moaned against your lips in desperation, almost panting when he felt just how wet you were. Fingers danced in circles around your swollen bud, slowly and lightly before pressing harder onto your body.

You sucked in a shaky breath, your body arching into his touch. His name fell like a mantra from your lips, each syllable punctuated with a hitched gasp when his fingers stroked something that made you writhe beneath him.

“Nick, please…” you begged, your chest heaving as the mounting pleasure had you teetering on the edge. Only you had been able to make yourself feel this way in the past- but being with Nick made this all the more sensual.

Nick pulled back from your kiss and slid his knees to the ground, resting his face between your thighs.

“Are you comfortable if I use my mouth?” He whispered, breath fanning across your desire, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“Yes,” you slurred, eyes shut tight as the anticipation ran a carnal shiver up your spine.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, pressing a chaste kiss to your inner thigh before pressing his tongue between your folds.

You moaned aloud as he explored you, each sound of pleasure encouraging him further.

With a newfound boldness, Nick delved deeper, circling around your entrance before his tongue slipped in ever so slightly. A cry of surprise and pleasure ripped from your throat, hands gripping onto the back of the couch tightly.

The brunette moaned into you, devouring your taste as you neared release, your breathing became ragged and body started to quiver. Your hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer against you as you whimpered out his name repeatedly. He was relentless- every lick and kiss imbued with care and concern for your pleasure; every stroke of his tongue felt like a promise.

Nick took his fingers, sliding one inside before a second and third quickly followed.

Your breathing hitched, legs twitching while Nick continued his sweet torture until your body tensed entirely, a silent scream stuck in your throat as waves of euphoria rushed through each of your limbs.

He continued to taste you through the tremors, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure until you were left panting beneath him. He pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, tracing the curve of your hip as he ascended back upward towards your lips.

"You taste so good," Nick whispered, causing you to chew on your lip nervously.

“Really?” You choked out, breath catching in your throat as you came down from your orgasm, a mix of relief and disbelief coating your features.

Leaning back, he took a moment to study you - flushed and breathless beneath him, your eyes half-lidded from pleasure, emanating pure trust and satisfaction. A proud smile stretched across his face, indulging himself a second longer before scooping you upwards into his arms.

“Really.”

You let out a small squeal of surprise as he carried you towards the bedroom, your arms securely wrapped around his neck. He kicked the door open softly and laid you on the bed gently. Standing at the foot of the bed he shucked off his boxers, leaving him fully exposed.

He climbed onto the bed next to you, pulling you close into his warmth. His arousal pressed against your thigh in silent request.

"Do you want to keep going?" His soft voice broke through the silence.

The earnest look in his eyes made your heart swell with love. Swallowing hard, you nodded, your hand reaching down to touch him slowly. He gasped as your fingers wrapped around him, instinctively thrusting into your touch as he chewed back a nervous smile.

Nick rolled above you, spreading your thighs gently as you escorted him to your entrance, both of you holding your breaths as he pushed himself inside. A gasp left both your lips at the sensation, and you watched as his mouth fell open in newfound desperation.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you spread your legs wider for him. He was gentle - so gentle as he pushed into you. You gasped quietly, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the stretch and burn of your first time.

Nick stilled once he was fully sheathed within you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered soft words of encouragement and love.

"Does it hurt?" Nick's concern echoed through the dimly lit room as he peered down at you.

"A little," you shook your head slowly, eyes not leaving his, "But not pain pain…just... different."

He sucked in a shaky breath, "Different good or different bad?"

"Different good," you assured him, your hands reaching to hold his face tenderly. These words were enough to prompt a small, satisfied smile from the man above you.

As Nick began to move, his eyelids fluttered shut, a low moan escaping his lips. You shivered beneath him, watching as his brows furrowed with need. His movements were slow, deliberately gentle as he navigated the newness of feeling your body around his.

“You're so tight," he whispered against your earlobe, fingers digging into your side as he held you close, hips thrusting slowly.

“Nick...” His name came out as a whimper, fingertips clutching onto the sheets beneath you.

“Yeah, baby?” His breath hitched, fighting the urge to close his eyes and lose himself in you.

“I...I think I can handle more…” You bit down on your lip before daring to look into his eyes. An emotion you couldn't quite place flitted through his gaze, but he took your request to heart.

Nick began to move with more purpose, his thrusts growing stronger. A gasp ripped from your throat, pleasure prickling along your skin as he filled you just right.

His moans grew louder in response to the noises that slipped from your lips, his rhythm faltering slightly with each particularly loud one.

"Am I going too fast? Do you want me to slow down?" Nick panted, the words barely audible over his heavily labored breathing.

You grasped hold of his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as you shook your head fervently.

"No, don't slow down," you managed to choke out through soft gasps. Taking your fingers you reached between your thighs, dipping them to rub quick circles over your core as Nick thrust deeper. The excitement that shone from his eyes sent a wave of confidence surging through you.

He kissed you again, this time with so much need and desire as his tongue swiped against your own. Each thrust had you riding higher and higher, until all your reality was focused on your bodies intertwined.

The sensation of him growing harder inside you made your heartbeat intensify, throbbing through every inch of you. The coil of pleasure within your abdomen began to wind tighter and tighter, beckoning an approaching climax that promised to eclipse everything that came before.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he coaxed between labored breaths, the raw desperation in his voice combined with the sensation of him hitting your sweet spot was too much.

“I... I think I’m-” Before you could even finish your sentence, that familiar tension burst within you. Pleasure came rushing back in waves, soaking every pore of your being as a bead of sweat traced its way down your brow.

Nick grunted, riding the waves with you as he felt your euphoria in the clenching around his cock.

His rhythm faltered, a groan tearing from his throat as his own climax overcame him. He held onto your thighs tightly, buried deep inside you as he twitched and pumped warmth into your body.

After a moment spent catching his breath, Nick gently pulled out and collapsed next to you on the mattress. His arm immediately slipped beneath your head, pulling you into his warm, strong embrace.

You nestled against him, burying your face into his chest as you kissed his skin, adorning him with praise and admiration. Both of you laid there a moment, endorphins flowing as he held onto you tightly, rubbing his chin along the top of your head.

"Wow," he eventually murmured, his chest vibrating against you while you hummed an echoed response.

It wasn’t before long you felt a few tears trickle from your eyes and onto his chest, and Nick hugged you closer.

“Thank you,” You whispered, and Nick held the back of your head tightly against him, facing the ceiling as he whispered words of love and adoration into your hair.

"Thank you, beautiful."

His heartbeat against your cheek was comforting, rhythmic, and already held a familiarity that set your heart at ease. He was breathing heavily, in post-pleasure ease, and his chest expanded and contracted against your own.

You could feel the dampness of sweat on his skin, smell the musk of it on the air – this was a new side of Nick- utterly alluring.

"Loving you... being loved by you... this is something I'll never get used to," Nick admitted quietly after a while, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.

You shifted to rest on your elbows, look over at him and seeing the soft glow in his eyes even in the darkness of the room. "And I don't want to."

Smiling faintly, you ran a hand along his chest, "I'll forever be in awe of the fact that I get to be with you, Nick. You're the most patient, understanding person I've ever known. I've never felt so loved and cherished in my life... thank you for tonight. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worthy."

Nick grinned broadly at your words, sitting up to kiss your forehead.

“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you- and I can’t wait to love you forever.”

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[happyk44]

[Text ID: 1. "Maybe we should wait. Try to fight without-"

"No!" Nico snarled. "It has to be now!"

I stared at him. I hadn't seen his temper flare like that in a long time. "Um, you sure you're okay?"

He took a deep breath. "Percy, all I mean... when the fighting starts, we won't be able to make this journey. This is our last chance. [highlight] I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy, but two years ago my sister gave her life to protect you. I want you to honor that. [end highlight] Do whatever it takes to stay alive and defeat Kronos."

2. "We have to go inside the gates first," he said.

"But the river's right here."

"I have to get something," he said. "It's the only way."

[highlight] He marched off without waiting. [end highlight]

3. "So this whole quest was a lie. Nico brought me down here to get me killed."

"Oh no," [highlight] Hades [end highlight] said. "I'm afraid Nico was quite sincere about want to help you. [highlight] The boy is as honest as he is dense. [end highlight] I simply convinced him to take a small detour and bring you here first."

4. Percy scowled. "I-I know you."

[highlight] Nico raised his eyebrows. "Do you?" [end highlight] He looked at Hazel for explanation.

Hazel hesitated. Something about her brother's reaction wasn't right. He was trying hard to act casual, but when he had first seen Percy, Hazel had noticed his momentary look of panic. Nico already knew Percy. She was sure of it. Why was he pretending otherwise?

5. "So, Nico..." she continued carefully, "I thought... you know, you travel all over. Maybe you've met demigods like Percy before, or..."

Nico's expression turned as dark as Tartarus. Hazel didn't understand why, but she got the message: Drop it.

[highlight] "This story about Gaea's army," Nico said. "You warned Reyna?" [end highlight]

6. "Percy Jackson." He said the name like an incantation. "Hazel, [highlight] I have to be carefuly what I say. Important things are at work here. Some secrets need to stay secret. [end highlight] You of all people - you should understand that."

Hazel's cheeks felt hot. "But he's not like... like me?"

"No," Nico said. [highlight] "I'm sorry I can't tell you more. I can't interfere. [end highlight] Percy has to find his own way at this camp."

"Is he dangerous?" she asked. /end ID]

#it's another fun play on his shadow powers #the darkness doesn't lie. but it does obscure. #shadows can distort but it's the human mind that interprets that distortion as reality via @jankwritten

I like your interpretation of Nico that he's bad at outright lying but good at carefully wording things to give the appearance of the truth.

It fits with what we know of him. For example, I don't think he actually lies to Percy in SON and tells him he doesn't know him; he just doesn't say that he does know him. Then when Hazel calls him out on it he pretty much admits it to her.

Even Hades himself calls Nico honest (along with dense, ouch) in TLO, which makes him deciding to send Nico to New Rome chronologically like a month later even funnier. Like, he thinks his son is fundamentally honest, and proceeds to send him to bluff his way in as a Roman anyway.

Nico: "All I did was show up at the gates and tell them my father the Lord of the Dead sent me! It's not my fault they assumed I meant Pluto and not Hades!"

it’s funny that when he’s faced with the need to lie proper he’s shite..

TLO

he opts for manipulation or straight up walking away rather than lying to percy’s face

hades isn’t too impressed but his opinion’s biased bc he implies he thinks nico to be “dense” while nico’s not stupid by a long shot (he is only like 12 tho)

SoN

throws back the question (finge demencia), changes the subject again, and finally he just confesses and tells hazel “can’t tell sorry”

and yet he convinces everybody of what he wants: percy falls for it twice, CJ accepts his story, hades fights for his family, despite that last not having nico lie, it means he can clearly manipulate people well enough 🤔🤔

[jayrrow]

Call me anytime pt. 2 (implied Kate/Yelena)

find part one here

word count: 673

warnings: none

relationships: Kate/Yelena (implied or pre-relationship, however you interpret it!)

summary: The phone call

A/N: i was inspired so here you go with the POV from behind the door 😗

no thunderbolts spoilers (i think) but beware anyway!

Yelena barely manages to close the door after her question when Kate is already reassuring her that she's completely fine and unaffected.

"Oh no! Nate asked me to watch his first football game so I was staying at the farm. Kinda lucky timing, right? Wait no, not you Lucky, lucky as in the opposite of unlucky." There's a small laugh, and then a dog breathing heavily near the speaker.

Yelena smiles to herself, breathing a small sigh of relief. That's all she's been thinking about for the few days she's been actually capable of forming coherent thoughts—Kate being safe.

"So- wait, why are you asking if I'm okay? Are you okay, Yelena?" Kate asks with a hint of concern etched into her voice.

"I am fine. Just... processing, is all," Yelena affirms, leaning on the wall next to the door. Slowly, she lets herself slide down against it until she's on the floor.

"Well, that's good. Um, what about the others? You know, Bucky and the rest. How are they? I mean, how do you like them?"

The rambling and tripping over words feels so familiar that Yelena almost cries at how overwhelmingly home it is.

"They are okay, I guess. Ava is nice, Bob is okay, Walker not so much. He's a dick," Yelena scoffs and picks at the hem of the shirt she'd stolen from the surviving belongings of Natasha when they had reconstructed the Avengers compound, "Bucky is still Bucky, I would say he understands my situation the best. Alexei is... he is trying to be better and more involved."

Kate hums, encouraging Yelena to continue. When she doesn't, Kate keeps talking without missing a beat. Not shutting up is definitely the one thing she knows how to do.

"That's great! Oh, the kids say hi by the way. They've missed their auntie Lena. I think Clint and Laura would also be happy to see you soon," Kate muses, and Yelena can hear the sound of a hand running over fur.

There's a moment of silence before Yelena says: "I could actually come visit. I have nothing to do here, and there will be no peace until all the press shit passes."

Kate practically gasps in excitement. "Oh my god, yes! I'll be here for at least another week or two, if you do drop by. Wait let me go tell Clint right away, hold on." There's rustling and then the creak of the third stair down from the second floor that Yelena figured out how to avoid the first day she was there.

Yelena waits patiently, the small smile still present on her face. She really can't hate Kate or the Bartons even if she tried. The Thunderbolts may be a found family team like her sister once had, but they now share the Barton family too.

There's a loud crash that makes Yelena wince and pull the phone away from her ear.

Kate rushes to explain barely a second later: "Oops, sorry. Clint didn't have his aids on and I scared him so he dropped a plate."

There's a faint "Hey, Yelena!" in the background and Yelena laughs. "Tell him I'm leaving as soon as I can, so in a few minutes."

"Uh-huh," there's a pause when Yelena can assume Kate signs the information to Clint, "he says he's happy you're coming."

Yelena hums and stands up from her spot on the floor. She briefly dusts off her clothes and stretches her legs.

"I'll be on my way then. Bye, Kate Bishop. Do not get yourself killed before I make it," she says, already moving the phone away from her ear.

She can still hear Kate clearly when she replies: "Bye-bye! I'll stay safe if you do too, see you soon." and hangs up the call.

Yelena stares at the door, holding her phone firmly. Right, the group of nosy people right outside. She takes a preparing breath and places her hand on the doorknob, twisting it and holding it for a second before pushing the door open.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

hey. everyone. do you remember the pandemic? remember the year and half, two years, still ongoing for many? the worldwide horrific illness with lasting effects on everyone's psyche's and a great tragic many's physical health, forever? it happened like, oh, five years ago now? remember that guys?

[triaelf9]

ugh I reallllyyyyy didn’t want to get in on this but like

The assumption that all atheists are people who’ve “never touched a religious text in their life” basically says to me you have a specific view of atheists and have probably not known many.

Most of them grew up IN the system and DO know the text and THAT’S why they walk away. 

If you’re gonna make a whole post on ppl not using nuance with CR stuff right now the least you can do is use nuance yourself and not paint an entire group of people with a brush that TV taught you, or a bunch of white men into power *cough* Dawkins *cough* coopted a movement in a society where to not believe in god is synonymous with being immoral.

So just keep in mind, the representation of people without faith that you see on TV or twitter isn’t the majority and 9 times out of 10 isn’t correct at all.

thanks ^_^

[chosesun]

i'm trying to find the motivation to do things, but man it's been hard. i think i just overwhelmed myself again which is why i haven't been answering things here. i just have too much to do and it's stressing me out. don't worry, i'm not dropping any threads or anything, i'm just taking my time to do them. please be patient with me. i'll definitely get things answered at least by wednesday if i'm still overwhelmed with everything the next couple of days.

[lambentplume]

dude.

[doodlingwren]

Hiatus

I am going on hiatus for a bit more. I really really hoped the stuff that have been going on lately were already "sorted out" but, uhm... they aren't. I need to take a bit more time offline once again, and try to work things out.

Thank you for your patience ❤

Wren

[aromanticasterisms]

my god i am ADORING the fontaine world quests so much they are so good

[babisawyer]

I've been so excited about house of the dragon that I forgot that the dragons will in fact be dying in large numbers.

[ppulverse]

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[the-physicality]

why would they schedule the canada game at the same time as the march madness final?