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Everything About You - Luke Castellan

Summary: You've been Luke Castellan's closest friend ever since he arrived at camp, but unbeknownst to you, he's been desperately crushing on you this whole time. And of course, the feelings are reciprocated. In hopes of getting over you, he agrees to give it a go with someone else. Will he realise how you feel before its too late?

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Ares!Reader

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: uh sorry for shitting on that demeter girl sm, there needed to be some conflict somewhere

also please forgive me for this fic being crazy self-indulgent and therefore not up to par with my usual writing, i needed to express the obsession i have w this man otherwise I'd go INSANE

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You thought you knew everything about Luke Castellan. 

After 5 years of being best friends, how could you not? You knew about the big things in his life, his damaged mother, the strained relationship with his father. You understood his anger towards the gods, the way it fuelled him to be better, work harder. 

You knew about the little things too. He liked green olives, not black ones. He always stuck his leg out from under the duvet when sleeping. He sucked at tightening his armour, always convincing you to do it for him.

You could recognise each and every one of his tells. He always cracked his knuckles before sparring. He scratched the back of his neck when he was nervous. 

But the one thing you didn’t know about him was the way he felt about you. You, who was normally so observant, was entirely oblivious to the gentle touches and soft looks he threw your way. And that, more than anything, was driving him crazy. 

“You gotta tell her how you feel man.” Chris said to him, noticing the way his gaze would constantly stray to the Ares table. Your table.

Luke scoffed, “Yeah, right. I’d rather die…” 

“Yeah, well it’s driving me nuts. All this pining. It’s-”

“Pathetic? Tell me about it.” He responded, not taking his eyes off you. 

“Well, yeah. It’s pathetic. At this point, either confess your undying love, or move on.”

Luke could safely say that neither of those options sounded particularly appealing. 

“There’s that new girl, y’know the one in Demeter?” Chris continued.

“What about her?”

“She’s pretty cute, don’t you think?” 

Luke tore his gaze away from you to look at the girl Chris was on about. She was pretty, sure, with pale blond hair and flushed cheeks. He recognised her as one of the girls that would always sit in the fields and entertain the kids with her flower magic. But still, she couldn’t hold a candle to you. 

“Yeah, she’s fine I guess.” Luke responded, noncommittal.

“See, told you so! Look, how about I set you guys up-”

“No thanks.” 

“Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, just talk to the Demeter girl at the campfire tomorrow.” 

Luke opened his mouth again to refuse, but Chris cut him off. 

“And if you do, I’ll stop bugging you about it. Promise.” 

Luke looked at his pleading face, and knew that there would be no shutting him up until he agreed. 

“Fine. I’ll talk to her.” 

*

The next morning, Luke woke up earlier than normal, so he figured he might as well get some extra training in before capture the flag in the afternoon. 

He climbed out of bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb his many, sleeping, half-siblings, and grabbed his sword, stepping out of the cabin into the fresh morning air. He jogged down towards the amphitheatre, and was confused for a moment when he could hear movement inside the small arena. 

Then, as he walked closer to the entrance, he realised it was you, slashing dummies left right and centre. And, gods, the sight took his breath away. 

The early morning sun shone on your face, highlighting your sharp features. You moved like a dancer, and the sword in your hand was merely an extension of your body. Yes, they called him the best swordsman in the last 300 years, but his technique couldn’t compare to the grace of the favourite daughter of Ares. 

He watched you for a few more minutes, standing just in the entrance to the amphitheatre, until he realised it might be a little creepy to stand there and watch you, so he decided to make himself known. 

“What are you doing up so early?” He called out, striding forwards towards you. 

You quickly spun around, a shocked expression on your face that softened into a fond smile when you realised it was just Luke who had snuck up on you. 

“Oh, y’know, just preparing to beat your ass later on.”

“Aw, really? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.” 

“Wanna test that, soldier?” You smirked, gesturing to the sword in this hand.

Luke laughed, stabbing the sword into the sandy floor and cracking his knuckles, meanwhile you took up an offensive stance. 

And, as soon as he picked up his sword, you were on him, ruthlessly slashing through the air, and he barely had enough time to block the blow before you sliced through his face. He returned your strikes with equal vigour, moving with the precision and technique that he was so famous for. 

With the way the pair of you fought, anyone would think you hated one another, trading blow for violent blow, both of you refusing to hold back. 

Of course, it was the complete opposite, but that had never stopped the pair of you from sparring so aggressively. 

The session went on for close to half an hour, neither of you wanting to surrender to the other. Eventually you were bested, as Luke sent your sword flying from your hand, holding his own up to your throat. 

You held your hands up in defeat, rolling your eyes at him, before moving to sit down at the edge of the arena. 

“I’m still gonna win in capture the flag today.” You remarked, your voice strained from physical exercise, but jovial nonetheless. 

“As talented as you are,” He responded, sitting down next to you, “You're not gonna be able to beat Annie’s new strategy.” 

“And what might that be?” You said, shuffling closer to the boy. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased. 

You pretended to sulk at that, turning your body away from him in the process. Luke frowned, pulling your arm to turn you to face him again. 

“Don’t be sad. Even if I told you you still wouldn’t win.” 

“Whatever. Asshole.” You mumbled. 

“What did you call me?” He asked, accusatory, and you quickly made your escape, running out of the amphitheatre to avoid his wrath. 

But, of course, he managed to catch up with you easily, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you walked. 

Somehow, you both telepathically communicated a need for breakfast, and your feet naturally led you both to the pavilion. 

“I’ll see you later on, yeah?” You asked, detaching yourself from him to look him in the eyes. 

“Mhm. Can’t wait to kick your ass.”

You laughed, cocking your head at him, “Why are you thinking about my ass Castellan? Bit weird.” 

And then you were striding away towards Clarisse, leaving the Hermes cabin counsellor frozen, a faint blush covering his face. 

Maybe Chris was right. His addiction to you was getting slightly out of hand. 

*

“That boy is so obsessed with you.” Clarisse muttered, her voice derisive as you sat down opposite her. 

“Who? Luke?”

“Who else?” 

“Nah, no way.” You responded, chuckling as you grabbed a slice of toast from the centre of the table. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes. How oblivious could you be?

“Whatever. As long as your little romance doesn’t get in the way this afternoon.” 

“No chance. Besides, there is no romance. Gods, you’re just as bad as Silena!” You laughed, slightly sheepishly. 

“Rude. But still, she’s right about these things like 90% of the time.”

Silena had been trying to get you to admit that you liked Luke for months, but each time she brought it up you would staunchly deny it. Of course, you were lying through your teeth, but it’s not like you could just admit something like that. It would open up a whole can of worms that you didn’t need. 

“Yeah, well this is the 10% then.” You shrugged, taking another bite of your toast.

“You’re impossible.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know I’m your favourite sibling.” 

“You were my favourite. I don’t know anymore.” 

“Bitch.”  

*

When Ares and Hermes were on opposing teams, suddenly capture the flag became even more serious. 

Ares, of course, was the warrior cabin. Their father was the god of war, making them the most feared in combat. And, most of Camp half-blood was scared shitless of you and Clarisse.

Then there was Hermes, and their automatic alliance with Athena. That meant they had Luke, the camp's star swordsman, and Annabeth and her siblings, who always came up with the best strategies. 

It was safe to say that when they weren’t competing against each other, it was painfully boring. 

You only had about half an hour before the game started, so after you had secured your armour and recovered your sword from the amphitheatre, you decided to seek out Annabeth, both because you enjoyed her company, and because she may spill something about her new strategy. 

“Hey, Annabeth!” You called out, and the young girl spun around to give you a little smile. 

“Hey. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to see how things are going over here, y’know, scope out the competition.”

“I’m not gonna tell you our strategy.” She deadpanned. 

“Damnit. Oh well. What’ve you been up to, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

It was true, you hadn’t spoken to Annabeth for a few days, nor had you even seen her.

“She’s been too busy stalking the new kid.” Luke’s voice interjected and he stepped out of seemingly nowhere to pat the girl's head. 

“Shut up! No I haven’t.” She sulked, pushing him off of her. 

“Wait, which new kid is this? Percy?” You asked. 

You’d seen Luke show the boy around camp. You’d been briefly introduced, but you hadn’t spoken to him all that much. The only other thing you knew about him was that Clarisse had a bit of an issue with him. Well, she had an issue with a lot of people, so that wasn’t exactly new. 

“Yep. Can you believe it? My little sister has a crush!” Luke exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest. 

Annabeth then gave him a small shove, before something clearly occurred to her, and she gave him that look that meant she had something on him. And whatever the blackmail was, it worked as he immediately held his hands up in surrender. 

“Sorry, sorry! You could never like a boy, I know that!”

Annabeth didn’t respond, simply glaring at him whilst you laughed. Sometimes, she really was intimidating. Despite being only 12 years old, she had a stare harsher than medusa. 

“Anyway. You need to get going, otherwise you're definitely gonna lose.” Luke said, pushing you away by your breastplate. 

“Fine.” You said, and were about to walk away when you noticed his own armour, as usual, wasn't done up properly. 

You walked back towards him, sighing, and grabbed the straps on either side of his body, pulling them taut, doing the same for the guards on his forearms. 

“You seriously need to learn how to do these yourself, soldier. One day, I might not be here to do them for you.”

“That’s not true. You’ll always be with me.” He whispered, more hopeful than certain about his statement.

You just rolled your eyes, grabbing his helmet out of his hands to push it on his head. 

“There. Can’t have someone hurting your pretty face, can we?”

“Uh-”

“Bye, have fun losing!” You laughed, and then you were walking away, once again leaving a malfunctioning Luke in your wake. 

“And you say I have a crush.” Annabeth snorted. 

“Shut up.” 

*

Pretty much as soon as you made it back to your team, the conch sounded, and Clarisse shouted at you to ‘get your ass over here’. 

She then quickly outlined her plan to you as you both made your way deeper into the woods, the rest of your team splitting off at different points as you went. 

You two, as well as a few others, were to be on the offensive, searching for the flag, meanwhile the rest of your team were either guarding the flag, or serving as distractions. It was a pretty typical strategy, but it had every chance of working, as long as you two were able to work out roughly where the other team's flag was. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure it won’t be at Zeus’ fist this time, that’s where Annabeth put it last time, and apparently she has a new strategy.” 

“She could be lying to you?”

“Yeah, I guess. But it’s a place to start.” Clarisse reluctantly agreed, and the two of you moved further into the woods. 

Along the way you came across a few of the blue team on border patrol, and the pair of you quickly disarmed them, you with your sword, and Clarisse with her electric staff. 

You made your way down to the south edge of the woods, and it appeared that the number of blue troops were decreasing. Normally you would take that as meaning the flag wasn’t this way, but knowing Annabeth that could be some kind of purposeful bluff, so you kept going, until eventually you reached a dead end and had to choose a different direction. 

“Ugh, the others better be closer than us I swear. I’m not losing again.” Your sibling said, batting aside a tree branch with her crackling staff. 

“Yeah. I’m sick of having to listen to Castellan gloat.” You sighed, although the noise was more fond than anything else. 

Clarisse rolled her eyes at your inability to keep him out of a conversation. 

Then, there was a sudden noise of people crashing through the trees. You both raised your weapons, ready to defend yourselves, when you realised that they wore red helmets and were in fact, your siblings. 

“Oi, Clarisse, we heard some of them talking that they’ve got the flag down at the creek! And that brat Jackson’s guarding it!”

You noticed the way Clarisse’s eyes filled with anger (and a little bloodlust). 

“You keep going,” She said, “I’ll check it out with them.” She then patted you on the back and spun around, sprinting off into the woods. 

“DUMBASS! IT’S PROBABLY A TRAP!” You yelled, cupping your free hand to your mouth, but either she didn’t hear you, or she didn’t care, because she gave no response. 

You sighed, unable to believe how gullible your sister could be sometimes. But, you had nothing better to do than keep searching for the flag, so you kept walking, slashing through the undergrowth with your sword as you went.  

Eventually you felt like you had covered the entire forest, and at a certain point you weren’t entirely sure if you were still in enemy territory or not. 

That was until Luke Castellan burst into the clearing holding your flag. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” He smirked. 

“Asshole.” You snapped, immediately leaping at him, sword in hand, just as you had during sparring that morning. God he loved your temper. 

You then began to battle one another with even more zeal than earlier, your slashes quicker and your blows harder as you moved. It was strange the way you two sparred, it was like as soon as you were in combat you forgot that he was your closest friend and that you would die for him in a heartbeat. Instead all you could think about was winning. 

He was so annoyingly graceful as he moved, each swish of his sword perfectly calculated to hit at a certain spot, each block and parry almost perfectly executed. 

Of course, your anger at his flawless technique was only further intensified when you realised that one: he didn’t have a shield, and two: he was holding his sword in his non-dominant hand, with the flag in his dominant one. 

You ground your teeth at that. How could you expect to ever beat him if he held his own so easily? Whenever you watched Luke Castellan fight, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was a son of Hermes, and not a son of Athena or Ares.

And, as always, he defeated you eventually. 

He threw a blow at you that you couldn’t quite block, and the force of it sent you toppling backwards, and landing on your ass. He quickly lunged down too, pinning you to the floor and holding his sword to your throat, so close that it almost broke skin. 

“Do you surrender?” He asked, grinning smugly down at you, and you couldn’t help but notice just how close his face was to yours. 

“Never.” You spat, furrowing your eyebrows at him. 

He sighed fondly, before moving upwards to press a quick kiss to your forehead and saying, “You’re so cute, y’know that?” 

Now it was your turn to be left malfunctioning, your face bright red with astonishment as he leapt off of you, and ran away into the forest, leaving you behind, on the floor, and completely and utterly frozen. 

And then you came back to your senses, pushing yourself off the floor and chasing after him. 

“LUKE CASTELLAN, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You screamed, sprinting through the woods as fast as you could, but you knew there was nothing you could do to catch up, and you could faintly hear him laughing as those stupid long legs carried him over into friendly territory. 

*

It appeared that a lot had happened during that game of capture the flag. 

Luke had gotten your flag, and was about to go over and taunt Clarisse about it, but he immediately saw that she was even angrier than usual, and seemed genuinely upset. 

He quickly went over to ask Annabeth what was going on, watching as you ran over to console her. 

“Percy broke her staff.” She said, pointing to the shattered piece of wood in Clarisse’s right hand. 

Luke winced. He knew how precious the girl was about that staff; it was the only token she had from her father. He was surprised Percy was even still breathing right now. 

“Wait, where is Percy?” Luke asked.

“With Chiron. He got claimed.”

“What? By who-?”

“Posiedon.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. 

“You’re joking. No fucking way.”

“Tell me about it. He could be the one, Luke.” The younger girl said, her voice quiet and hopeful. 

“Hm. He could be. Don’t get your hopes up too high though, yeah?” 

Annabeth sighed, but nodded nonetheless. 

Luke then gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, before beginning to walk away, intending to get a shower in before dinner, but Annabeth quickly stopped him in his tracks. 

“Where are you going? It’s dinner, silly!” 

“What, no it’s not-” 

“Yes, it is. Campfire tonight, remember? Early dinner? C’mon, you’ve only been here for what, five years?” 

Luke groaned, and suddenly all the adrenaline from Percy being claimed, and from winning capture the flag melted away, as he remembered the deal he had made with Chris the night before. 

He traipsed behind the daughter of Athena on the way to the dining pavilion, suddenly dreading the rest of the evening. 

As the pair entered the building, a cheer went up from the Hermes and Athena table, a few of their respective siblings rushing over to give them pats on the back and congratulations for their efforts. 

Luke laughed along with them, eventually being dragged away from his sister to his own table. 

Then dinner began, and it was as loud and raucous as usual, maybe even more so coming off the back of a capture the flag victory. But Luke was unusually quiet, pushing his food around his plate and taking the odd sullen bite. He could feel Chris’ eyes on him, probably pissed off he was sulking again, but he didn’t really care. 

He could also feel another gaze on him, and he looked up, expecting it to be you, giving him a feeble glare or mouthing some stupid insult. But instead it was the girl from the Demeter table, twisting a lock of hair around her finger and smiling sweetly at him. 

The boy felt slightly disappointed, but masked it with a grin of his own, winking at the girl before returning to his food. 

He felt that strange sinking feeling in his stomach as he continued to eat, but decided to push it away. What choice did he have? It’s not like you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, so maybe Chris was right and he should give someone else a chance. Besides, how bad could it be?

*

As it turned out, it could be really bad. 

Ok, maybe that was an overstatement. Really boring was probably more accurate. 

As soon as they got to the campfire, Chris disappeared, but not before practically shoving Luke down beside the girl from Demeter, who let out a high-pitched giggle as he fell into her slightly. 

And gods he wished he hadn’t agreed to his friends stupid plan. Because he then had to spend the rest of the evening being obnoxiously flirted with. And sure, she was nice, and quite pretty, but not in the way that mattered. 

She didn’t take his breath away like you did. He couldn’t imagine searching for her face in a crowd. The whole thing was just dull. 

And her laughter was grating. Really grating. There was no way she thought he was that funny, especially when he was giving mostly one word responses. 

They had nothing in common. She liked lounging about in fields, playing games and making flower crowns, whereas Luke couldn’t think of anything worse. He’d much rather spend an afternoon sparring, or at archery, or even swimming in the lake. 

All the things you liked to do. 

He tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about you, not whilst another girl was clamouring for his attention. It was cruel. But he couldn’t help himself. 

And eventually he gave in, switching off from the conversation and settling for observing you through the flames. 

Your hair was down right now, like it only ever was at dinners and in the early morning. You lounged back comfortably on the benches, smiling lazily and joking around with Clarisse and Silena. Your face was lit up by the flickering flames, complimenting you so well, like they just wanted to be near you, close to you. He couldn’t blame them. 

And then your eyes met his across the fire, and he thought his heart was about to combust with the way you smiled at him. He recognised that smile. It was the one you reserved just for him. 

At that moment he steeled his resolve to reject this Demeter girl, grab on to you and never let go. 

But as he was about to do just that, he felt a slender hand wrap around his bicep, and he turned to the blonde girl next to him. And without any warning, she reached up and kissed him, snaking her arms up and around his neck. 

He pulled away after a second, shock written all over his face. He quickly whipped around, looking to see if you saw that, praying that you hadn’t. 

But you had. And you seemed just as shocked as he was, except there was something else in your eyes. Hurt.

Why were you hurt?

*

As you walked away from the campfire, you couldn’t help but ask yourself the same question. Why were you so hurt?

You had known for years that your pathetic crush on Luke would never amount to anything. He was just way out of your league. Perfect in every way. 

He was so smart, and kind, and funny, and well-liked, and you just couldn’t compete with that. You were rough, and mean, and cruel, and angry. Why would he love someone like you? 

 Of course, you hadn’t seen the daughter of Demeter coming. But maybe you should’ve. She was everything Luke should want in a girl, gentle, sweet, feminine. Someone fit to be a girlfriend. 

And let's face it. You were much more skilled in matters of the sword than matters of the heart. 

You had always known this day would come. Eventually you’d have to let go of your best friend and come to terms with the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore (besides Annabeth). 

So why were you so devastated?

You reasoned that it had to be the shock. Yes, it was surprising, that’s why you were reacting like this, running away from the campfire like a child, foolishly hoping that he would come running after him, when of course he wouldn’t. He’d stay with his new girlfriend. 

“Hey!” 

You whipped around, shocked to see the very boy you were just pining after running up to you. 

“What?” You asked, snapping at him slightly, and immediately regretting it as he took on the look of a kicked puppy. 

“Why’d you run away from the campfire?” 

“Just needed some air.” 

“You sure? I mean you look kinda-”

“I’m fine! Just fine! Now you can go back to your little girlfriend and leave me alone!” You burst out, waving your hands around manically. 

He looked shocked by your sudden shouting, probably because you had only genuinely been angry with him about three times in your whole friendship. 

“Sorry. Just give me a minute, ok?” You said, your voice shuddering slightly. God it was pathetic, getting so worked up over a boy? You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. You then turned around and began to walk away, but didn’t get far before a hand grabbed yours pulling you back. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said firmly.

“What?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even really know her name.” 

He then apparently realised how that sounded, because he quickly amended his statement. 

“Not like that. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t like her like that. She just kinda grabbed me.” 

You stammered slightly, trying to regain composure. Right now you looked like a jealous loser, and while that is what you were, you didn’t want him to see you like that. 

“Ok cool. I don’t care, y’know. Kiss whoever you want, man, not my problem!” You laughed although it was painfully strained. 

“Again, not what I’m trying to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Nervous. 

“So what are you-”

“I’m trying to say I’m in love with you!” He rushed out, holding you by the shoulders and staring directly into your eyes to try and get his point across. 

“What?” You whispered, once again not able to believe your ears.

“I said I’m in love with you,” He repeated, slower this time, his voice more even, “I’ve been in love with you for so long, you have no idea. I was only talking to that girl ‘cause I thought I’d never have a chance with you. But then I realised that I don’t want some other girl. I only want you.” 

You took in a sharp intake of breath, scanning his face for any sign of insincerity. 

“You’re being serious?” You asked.

“Deadly serious.” He responded immediately, smiling sheepishly. 

You paused for a minute, before whispering, “I love you too.”

Only then did he finally make his move, holding you gently by the face and bending down to kiss you. 

And it was like a piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place. It was painfully cliche, and it felt like you were in some dumb rom com, but kissing him really was like fireworks going off all over your body. 

He clearly felt the same way, holding you by the back of the head and pulling you in further, closer, like he didn’t want to be apart from him ever again. 

Eventually you both pulled away for air, and he looked at you with a smile of pure joy, until the shock of the whole situation hit him. 

“Wait, so you really mean it?”

“I mean, I did just let you kiss me, didn’t I?”

“Good point. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised.”

“Fair enough. I mean, I had no idea you felt the same way.” You laughed, all the previous tension ebbing from your body. 

“What, really?” He asked, seeming genuinely surprised. 

“Yes, really! How was I supposed to know? Besides, I didn’t think I was really your type.” 

At that his eyes practically bulged out of his head in shock, more so than any other time that night.

“Not my type? You’re entirely my type! Not like it matters anyway when you're the most perfect girl I’ve ever met in my life.” 

You frowned, “Now you're just lying to me, Luke.” 

“No I’m not. You're everything I’ve ever wanted. The only girl I’ve ever wanted.” He said firmly.

You looked at him, still slightly doubtful, but he was determined to fix that. 

So he kissed you again, and suddenly all your doubts were swept away in his strong embrace as he kissed you like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do. 

“Believe me now?”

“Yeah. And, I guess you’re pretty great too.” 

He looked at you teasingly, daring you to elaborate, and for once you decided to stroke his ego. 

“Fine. You're the most handsome, funny, charming man I’ve ever met in my life.” 

That clearly satisfied him, because a wide grin wriggled its way across his face that you couldn’t help but mirror, because you both knew you meant every word.

“So does this mean you’ll give me a chance?” 

“Yes. I’d give you a hundred chances.” 

[suugarbabe]

okokokok lorenzo berkshire idea??? your writing is so so good you def do him justice 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼☺️

enzo really likes you and all his friends know (maybe reader is in another house .. personally i’m hufflepuff but it really could be any) and they all flirt w you bc his friends know it gets to him and while reader is polite they don’t really encourage(??) the boys’ jokes/flirting bc they only have eyes for enzo too

possibly ending up together !!

i’m turning into such an enzo girly fr 😭💕💕💕 ilhsm

ugh, i have fallen in love with enzo so much, my little lanky broad boy 🥺 also, my requests are closed right now but I wrote it anyway because it was the last thing in my ask before i can get started on my other projects so no worries love x

You weren't really sure what happened, what changed and started making people act differently toward you, but it seemed like for the past two weeks a certain group of boys were paying you more attention.

So here you sat at lunch, deep in conversation with Luna when she suddenly cut you off, "You're being approached again." Her soft tone made it seem nonchalant, but when Mattheo Riddle sat down on the bench next to you the redness in your cheeks was apparent.

"Good morning, Princess. You look absolutely gorgeous this morning," Mattheo grabbed a piece of toast from the pile in front of him before picking up a knife to spread jam over it.

"Thank you, Mattheo, that's very kind of you," You cheeks burned further when he placed the toast on your plate for you before placing a few sausages on it as well.

Mattheo smiled at you, "I know you've got a big test this morning, you should eat well. Though I know you're brilliant so you don't really need any extra help."

You smiled shyly as you took a bite of toast. "Can I walk you to class, beautiful?" You nodded, not seeing a reason to tell him no. He was a gentleman, carrying your books for you, telling you to have a good class before seeing you off through the doorway.

During lunch you were approached again, however by a different member of the same friend group. Theo Nott approached you on your way to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Ciao, bella," Theo's eyes were definitely captivating. A light sea blue that often spoke all of the emotion he never let his face really tell.

"Hello, Theo," you smiled lightly as the tall boy slowed to your pace. "Could I sit with you at lunch?" His tone was gentle and sweet, so you nodded, giving him permission.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you two entered the hall. If you were more aware of your surroundings, you'd notice Theo chance a side glance toward his own house's table. However you were too in shock that a second boy, a second handsome boy, was not only paying you mind but also eating another meal with you.

Theo was a lot funnier than you expected, making you truly belly, head thrown back laugh. You were surprised that you got along with him, but your humor seemed to be so similar and building off each other.

He asked if he could walk you to your afternoon classes and you accepted. He kept his arms around your shoulders again, continuing to make you laugh the whole way.

After classes were finished and dinner was over with, you and Luna went to the library. You tried your hardest to focus but you couldn't take your mind off of everything the happened earlier today.

"Luna," you called your friends name causing her to look at you, "did you think today was weird?"

Luna smiled happily, "Every day is weird if you look hard enough." You huffed out a sigh, "No, Lunes, I mean, wasn't it weird how nice Mattheo and Theo were to me today. Like, why today? They see me all the time. What's different now. I didn't do my hair differently, what did I do to make them so nice to me?"

Luna sat for a moment, seemingly thinking about her answer, "Are you asking because you think they should be mean to you, or because you wished it was another one of their friends being so nice to you?"

You felt your face pinken for the umpteenth time that day, "Who do you mean? I don't know what you mean..." You knew you sounded unconvincing, but you didn't think you had made it that obvious.

"Lorenzo is actually sitting over there if you want to talk to him," Luna's statement gave you the answer you needed, and also made your stomach fill with butterflies.

But after today, you couldn't hold back any longer. When you got up you saw Enzo a few tables away, his back facing you. You left your belongings at the table with Luna, walking quickly but quietly to where the real boy of your desires resided.

You pulled out the chair across from Enzo, causing him to jump slightly at the sudden movement. When you sat your started immediately speaking, barely giving him time to even register that the girl of his year long affection was finally in front of him.

"Why didn't you come up to me today?" Your question kind of stunned him, Enzo continuing to look at you with a dumbfounded expression.

You let out an exasperated sigh, "Why were two of your closest friends so nice to me today, why did they make me breakfast and walk me to class and put their arms around me?"

The more you spoke of his friends doing, the tighter Enzo's grip was on his quill, tighter and tighter until it finally snapped in his grasp. You let out a small gasp.

"I-I'm sorry. They were doing it to upset me. T-to make me, man up, as they put it," Enzo was playing with the two pieces of his quill, doing anything and everything but looking at you.

You reached across the table, doing your best to cover both his large hands with one of your smaller ones to stop the action. Enzo looked up, meeting your gaze, "Why were they trying to upset you, Enzo?"

Still looking you in the eyes, Enzo took a deep breath, "Well, because I, erm, I fancy you, Y/n. Have for some time. But you're just...Merlin, you're so pretty and whenever I get near you I forget how to speak properly and I lose my train of thought."

You looked at him with a goofy grin, "You think I'm pretty? You...fancy me?"

Enzo mirrored your smile, "Well, yeah. How could I not?" He laced his fingers with yours now.

"Well, then I guess their juvenile plan worked," you traced the top of Enzo's hand with your thumb. When he tilted his head in slight confusion, you gave him a further explanation, "I fancy you too, silly."

Enzo's face made a small 'o' before a huge grin broke over his face, "Do you think that, erm, may then, ehm, you would like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?"

You nodded enthusiastically, "I would love to."

"Great, wonderful, fantastic. Okay well, erm, I'm going to, just, go tell the guys if that's okay?" He stood abruptly, making his chair squeak slightly and a few other students look your way.

He was much taller than you now, him standing and you sitting. You had to crane your neck to look up at him properly but you smiled, nodding your head to tell him it was okay to tell his friends.

"Okay, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow? Breakfast together?" he asked, you nodded again, then Enzo did something neither of you expected him to do. He leaned down, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You knew your face turned red instantly, Enzo's turning a similar shade. As he walked out of the library, you made your way back to your friend.

"So are you and Enzo accompanying Blaise and I these weekend?" Luna asked without looking up from her studies.

"Yeah, yeah we are," you smiled to yourself, still unable to get your work done, but now for a perfectly acceptable reason.

[juanarc-thethird]

Know Your Audience

Bleiss: *in Jaune's bed with super sexy black lingerie* Oh Darling~ Wanna play with me?~💕

Jaune: *Stuffing some video game controllers and snacks into his backpack* I'm sorry Bleiss, but I already agreed with the boys to a marathon of video games. Maybe tomorrow, okay?

Bleiss: *Confuse for his lack of reaction* Wha?

Jaune: See you later. *Leaves*

Bleiss: *Angry* Why doesn't he fall for my charms?!

Nora: *On the celling holding a video camera* It's because you don't know what turns him on.

Bleiss: Nora, what are you doing there?!

Nora: That's not important. What is important is that I know what will help you pitch a tent in Jaune's pants.

Bleiss: Really?! Tell me now!

Nora: Hold on, this information has a price.

Bleiss: I'll give you anything!

Nora: That's what I like to hear.

The next day.

Jaune: *Enters his room* God, I'm tired of playing so much. I want to get to my bed and-

Bleiss: Hello Darling~💕

Jaune: *Blushing* Bleiss?

In front of him was Bleiss lying on his bed dressed as Ishtar from Fate/Grand Order. Her costume was identical to that of the character, down to the last detail. She even put her hair in pigtails to complete it. Bleiss is pleased with his reaction, but even more so with the large bulge that is forming in Jaune's pants.

Bleiss: I see you like my outfit, how about me and you-

Without letting her finish, Jaune was already on top of her with his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned.

Bleiss: *Scaroused* H-Hey, Darling! What are you doing?

Jaune: *Horny* Sorry Bleiss, but I can't contain myself.

Bleiss: W-Wait, let's at least start with some foreplay, okay?

Jaune: I'm sorry.

Bleiss: W-Wait... J-Just wait....

Jaune: I want you~💕 *He kisses her passionately.*

Bleiss: ❤️‍🔥💕❤️‍🔥!!!

Later that day.

Pyrrha: NORA!

Nora: *Sitting on a pancake-shaped beanbag* Yes?

Pyrrha: Did you help Bleiss so she could sleep with Jaune?!

Nora: *Acting clueless* Who me? Never...

Pyrrha: Then explain this.

Pyrrha takes out her scroll and shows Nora a video. In the video Bleiss is lying in bed while being rammed extra hard by Jaune from behind.

Bleiss: *Looking at the camera* Oh fuck!~💕 Are you watching Pyrrha… Aah~💕… Jaune is trying to get me pregnant. Shit!~ Are you jealous?~💕 Ugh!~💕

Jaune: Oh shit, I'm cumming!

Jaune suddenly drops his hips into her, burying his cock deep as he cums vigorously.

Bleiss: OoOooh~💕 FuuUCkk~💕 Is so much cum~💕Nora is a fucking genius~

Video ends

Pyrrha: *Angry* Any last words?

Nora: *Scared* Please don't kill me!

Pyrrha: Too late for that.

Nora: Wait, I know how to get even with her!

Pyrrha: Speak

Nora: Thank you... *Ahem* What bust size are you?

Pyrrha: Huh?

To be continue...

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 17 (10/17): Breeding starring Emperor Anakin

Kinktober Masterlist

WARNINGS: porn w no plot/smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Anakin/sub s/o, breeding, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, boob play, pet names/name calling (goddess of a wife, good girl/my good girl, my mama, my sweet Empress), hc of Anakin + his s/o being immortal (since Darth Plagueis pretty much immortalized the people he loved, Anakin found a way to do such but also for himself), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: After quite a while of being married and ruling the galaxy together, Anakin couldn’t wait anymore. They talked about it many times and many times over, but he just couldn’t resist the temptation; he had to breed her, for real this time.

WC: 541 words

Anakin gripped her hips tightly as he slammed into her relentlessly, hitting that spot inside her so effortlessly with each thrust. Her noises of pleasure and the sounds of sex around them were the only things that filled his ears, and he absolutely reveled in it. He loved having her whenever he wished, wherever. He was the Emperor; no one could do anything about it.

“Kriff, you’re so beautiful,” he panted lowly as he looked down at her. Face contorted in pleasure, brows downturned slightly, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. He played with her hair a bit, a stark contrast to how roughly he was rearranging her insides. “But I think pregnancy would make you even more beautiful, if that’s even possible.”

She whimpers at his words, moving her head to the side to bury it in the pillows. He chuckles, “Ah ah ah… None of that. I want to see my goddess of a wife.” He says as he moves her face back towards him. “There you go, good girl. My good girl.”

The situation made her forget he was literally ramming her into oblivion, but the sensation of getting close took over her, and she was snapped out of her trancelike state. “I’m close,” she breathed out to warn him.

“I know,” he grunted. Of course he did. “‘M gonna breed this pussy so nice.”

Her breath hitches, “Anakin, please-”

He captures her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. When it broke, he growled, “You know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t deny what we both know. What you truly desire is to be bred, over and over again until you can’t anymore. Though, with how much you’re so horny for me…” He chuckles. “…I doubt that’ll ever happen.”

She whines, hips bucking up involuntarily as she nears orgasm. “C’mon, cum for your Emperor,” he orders, pounding into her even faster. “You’re gonna look so gorgeous. All nice and filled up with my seed, carrying my child… Swollen belly, glowing with pregnancy, and oh Kriff, those tits…”

He gropes one of her mounds, kneading it in his hand to give some extra attention. “All full with milk. Ugh, I won’t be able to resist you… It’s bad enough already, you’re gonna be glued t’me… Makin’ sure my mama’s all taken care of.”

With a cry she came, overwhelmed by all the stimulation and his dirty words. He watched, soaking in her features and how she squeezed his cock perfectly, coating it in her juices as they squirted all over his length. Not too long after he came too, groaning and pumping her full of the hot, sticky ropes that were his cum.

He rested his forehead against hers, the pair panting in unison as they entered a state of euphoria. It was a perfect moment, and he kissed her cheek ever so gently. “I love you so much, my sweet Empress,” he whispers to her, planting gentle kisses all over her face until finally her lips. She knew already she wasn’t going to be let out of bed, and she didn’t mind that at all; judging by how she felt even now, she wouldn’t be able to walk anyways.

[double--hh]

Ugh, aside from me liking to think Izaack and Mia have known each other since their service durring WWII, I also like to think that they met when Izaack moves into the appartment complex.

Mia is very vocal about how she feels about a person, whether it's admiration to disgust.

Durring her lunch break, she was sitting in the break room with several other female teachers, talking about this and that. The radio hummed white noise before speaking, "...Good afternoon, this Izaack Gauss reporting live from-" Mia groans and flips the radio off, "Ugh, I can't stand that guy..." The other teachers gasp, "Mia, girl, how can you not like Gauss?!" one spoke up, taken aback, "Yeah! His voice is like pure sex! Ugh, don't get me started on his eyes too!" Another pipes up. Mia rolls her eyes and takes a sip of coffee from her mug, "Every damn time I wanna listen to the news he's always on! He's all I hear my female neighbors and students gush about, about his goddamn eyes and his goddamn voice-"

"Stone, what did we say about using the Lord's name in vain?"

Mia sneered, exhaling, "...Sorry. Anyways, everything about that man is phony. I reckon he's a good for nothing, womanizing, pig like rest of them men you see everwhere."

The other teachers look at her in disgusted ways, clutching their pearls, covering their mouths. Mia calmly sits her mug down and points to an almost empty tray of cookies on the table, "Any one gonna eat that?"

Several weeks pass from Mia's tirade and she just got buzzed in into her apartment. She noted how the door person looked more irrate than usual, but she brushed it off as 'business as usual'. She took the stairs up today, feeling like getting some extra steps in, but something felt... off. When she turned the corner to ascend up the flight of stairs to the second floor, she heard seveal of her female neighbors chattering and giggling. She made it up the flight and her eyes widen.

Lo and behold, Izaack Gauss was standing outfront of what used to be the vacant 202 appartment, surrounded by the likes of Lois, Margrette, and Rafttellyn, all talking with him, singing their praises to him and offering him some welcoming treats. Izaack notices Mia and calls out, "Ah! Good afternoon, ma'am!" Mia sneers at him, scrunching her face up, and hurries off up stairs, muttering to herself, "You have GOT to be kidding me!" Lois, hating seeing any of her neighbors so mad, asks Rafttellyn to follow her up, but Izaack piped up, "Oh, no, my dear allow me!" Rafttellyn felt her heart skip a beat, "Well... um... shes the first door, Mr. Gauss!" Izaack smiles and heads up stairs to see what he did wrong.

Mia slams the door behind her, throwing her purse onto the couch, almost hitting W, who's reading the paper. He places his newspaper down, "Oh no, who do I gotta make dissappear now?" Mia stomps to the couch and flops on it, "Izaack motherfucking Gauss moved into the goddamn building." W hums, "Oh? The reporter off of Channel 42? Interesting, his reports are... inquisitive." She holds her fiancé's face, squishing him, "Babe, no, he's a phony." W chuckles, "Are all people you not like phony?" Mia huffs and sits up, "You don't get it like I do, there's something about him that makes him ugly to me."

There was a knock at the door, Mia gets up and answerers it. She opens the door, Izaack smiles his signature smile, "Hell-" Mia slams the door in his face. She looks at W, frowning, "..." "...Well? What did we say about manners? Remember when you slammed the door on Mosses?" Mia shutters thinking about that creep, she reopens the door, eyebrows scrunched and still frowning, "...Can I help you?"

Izaack recomposed himself, feeling a bit uneasy, "Um, well, I just wanted to properly introduce myself as it seems like we got off on the wrong foot- I'm Izaack Gauss, I just moved in and I wanted to make your acquaintance!" He flashes a smile and sticks a hand out, Mia crossed her arms, blowing a stand of dirty gold hair out from her face, "Mia Stone... and I don't shake hands with strangers." Izaack retracts his hand, "Heh, noted!" Mia takes a look at him up and down, he towers over her, she notices his hands fidgeting. She cocks her head and her eyes stop at the belt to his trench coat, she uncrossed her arms. She raised her left hand and poked at his stomach, "Huh, you're pudgier in person, Gauss."

Izaack felt his heart and smile drop as she made her comment and poked him. They both heard a pair of shoes hit the ground and aproach them, W pulling Mia inside by her shoulder rather harshly, he puts on a tooth smile, feeling his heart in his throat and extends a hand, "Hi! Dr. W Afton! Big fan!" Izaack wearily shakes his hand, feeling W's sweat, W chuckles, "Heheh, don't mind my fiancé, it's eh... that time of the month y'know?!" He shoots Mia a glance and elbows Izaack in the arm before laughing hysterically, Izaack getting the feeling that these two are legitimately crazy, "HAHAH!!! Y'know how they get!" W wheezes and Izaack cracks a smile, feeling like his safety is in danger, "Ah hah... yes... well, it's uh getting rather later and I gotta get some more things unpacked..." W blinks, "Oh- Ah! Yes, yes don't lemme keep you hanging, hahah! Have a good night, Mr. Gauss! Sorry for the trouble!" He gives a curtsy and slams the door.

Izaack didn't know whether to feel insulted or scared, he just frowns and heads down stairs rethinking if this shithole is where he wanted to live... this whole thing makes him feel nauseous...

W holds the door closed, sweating, he looks to Mia, who's starting to pack up to move, "...Sweetie... Mia... the love of my life... WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO SOMEONE?!" Mia throws a bra at him, "TELL ME THAT IM LYING!" He throws it back at her, "Ooooh my GOD." He cups his face, groaning, heading to the kitched to pour himself and his fiancé a drink, "And babe, we're NOT moving because of him moving in!" Mia groans and sits at their breakfast bar, grabbing a glass of whisky he poured, "Listen, when we decide to have a baby, I'M deciding on where we live next!" W takes a seat next to her, "Okay... breathe in..." They both inhale, "...And out..." They exhale and repeat this for a minuet until they're calmer. W speaks up, "Now, Mia, tell me why you don't like this Gauss character." Mia sighs, "There's just... something about him that's just... y'know... phony. Like, why would a high profile individual move into some crappy little apartment that's full of criminals and those who can't afford better!" W hums and it hits him, "... What if he's here to get some information about The Project...?"

They both sit in silence and laugh hysterically, they clink their glasses and drink...

In appartment 202, Izaack wipes the corner of his mouth and downs a glass of water, clearing his throat as he sat down on his matress with a thick binder. He opens it up and flips through pages and pages of nearly incoherent scribbles and cut out bits and pieces of news paper tapped and clipped. He clicks a pen and writes on a new piece of paper, "... Dr. W Afton... gotchya now... room 301... jittery little man... and Mia Stone, room 301... irrate and short tempered..." He clicks his pen a few times, bitting on the inside of his mouth, scribbling, "...Nither of which seem approachable... will attempt to get Stone to talk..." He hums and clears his throat, "I don't give a shit if it'll kill me, I will solve this mess..."

(this was supposed to be short, sorry lol)

[according2thelore]

time travel anon here - that is the best thing i've ever read in my entire life holy shit. thank you so much. good god. i'm going to treasure that ask forever.

now I'm thinking about LS Dean trying to make LS Sam jealous by being extra sweet to ES Sam (fails. LS sam thinks it's cute). or ES Sam trying to make ES Dean jealous by actively preferring LS dean (probably works). ugh god. or the deans fighting, like physically fighting like insane people. or or or. excuse me, i'll be happily living in this make believe world forever.

also I think in my head it will be 8 years of time travel, just so they can have 4-4-4 year age gaps.

hi, time travel anon!!!

omg...i'm blushing...tucking my hair behind my ear debby-ryan-style...

AHHHH you're so right!!!

LS!Dean would try to be extra sweet to ES!Sam, like maybe offering to show him the shooting range (and giving him some pointers up close, y'know, he's just being helpful, with his hand on sam's waist, and his broad chest to sam's back) and ES!Sam is all kinds of flusterd

LS!Sam just finds it kind of hilarious? he also thinks it's kind of hot how big LS!Dean is compared to his younger self, and how ES!Sam's breath shakes when dean comes in close, how sam's eyes fall to half-mast, unable to meet his eyes.

and LS!Dean keeps turning around like see? i can play this game too. and LS!Sam just finds it charming. he knows that one thing, even back then, made him happier than any-fucking-thing, and knows how out-of-his-mind thrilled ES!Sam must be that dean is giving him so much attention, listening to him ramble about how exciting the MOL library is.

honestly i have no idea which dean would initiate a dean-fight, but you are so! goddamn! right! it could literally be either--a second-too-long hand on the back of a neck, or even, fuck, ES!Dean can't take it anymore and yanks LS!Sam down for a kiss, frantic. it would be literally brutal, like a wild bear protecting her cubs (cub, though, just one in this case).

LS!Dean would completely kick ES!Dean's ass due to his increased experience, height, and size, but they would be spitting and furious and--as you said--insane. the sams barely manage to pry them apart.

because let's be perfectly clear: if anything can be said about A Dean, it's that he cannot share A Sam--ANY Sam--with anyone else. they'd be so sick with possession over them both ARGH!!!! sammy is dean's!!!! and they both have a weird power dynamic w each other about this.

(the sams wouldn't be much better: LS!Sam entertains LS!Dean's retaliatory fawning over ES!Sam, but it would grate on him after a few days. the second dean turns around, sam is staring at his younger self with this cold, empty look that makes ES!Sam shiver bc how the fuck is he going to turn into that thing?)

ngl anon i had to write this out on a piece of paper but you're right! If ES!Sam is 23, ES!Dean is 27, LS!Sam is 31, and LS!Dean is 35!

(lord above, can you imagine a 35 y/o dean and a 23 y/o sam????)

i think personally i would want ES!Dean and LS!Sam to have more of an age-gap bc LS!Sam is a Brick Wall, and i think 26 y/o dean would pass out if he got to see 36 yo sam. but this dynamic is quite good and i love the symmetry! i also think it would probably make the most sense, for them to be 4-4-4-4.

thank you for this ask and for freaking out about ES/LS Sam & Dean with me! <3 <3 <3

i can't take it!!!!! this AU is so FUN!!!!!!!!

-lizzy :)

[possibilistfanfiction]

Oh my gosh! How have I just found this amazing tumblr? Please can I ask for any prompt from the AU in which they’re surgeons? Maybe domestic with their child or building to the ‘I love you?’ and maybe anything extra from 🐸?

[lil smth w their kiddo from surgeons au]

//

'hello, little dr. choi-silva.'

you roll your eyes with a laugh. 'hey, aunt cam.'

sometimes, when your moms are on overlapping shifts, you'll come to the hospital from school when you don't have violin or judo or tennis or something planned with your friends; you're old enough now to take the train, and they always let you hang out in the attendings lounge while you do your homework or watch something on your phone.

your aunt camila — a very fancy researcher, as you've come to understand as you got older, mostly because you've known her as your funny, kind, cool aunt since you were little — sits down next to you at the table.

'oh cool, trig. my favorite part of ninth grade.'

'ew.'

'hey, you can't drag math that much. i do all kinds of cool things with it, and your mom and i —'

'yeah, yeah, stem cells and rebuilding severed spinal cords. blah blah.'

'you were way nicer when you were four.'

'do you want to do my homework for me?'

your aunt camila laughs. 'i'm happy to do it with you, if you want.'

you, like, really don't want to do your math homework, but nora had wanted to come hang out at your house tomorrow and she makes you so nervous it's hard to focus. 'i want to get it done fast, so that would be sweet.' you scoot your chromebook and graph paper closer to your aunt. 'thank you.'

'does this speeding through math have anything to do with —' she looks around to make sure no one is listening, even though you're the only ones in the lounge — 'your girlfriend?'

horrifically you feel yourself blush. 'nora isn't — she's — ugh.'

'have you told your moms yet?'

'suddenly, trig seems so appealing.'

your aunt laughs but grants you a little grace, thank fucking god. you work for a while and, with your aunt explaining things patiently and clearly, you're just about to finish when both of your moms, a little surprisingly, come into the lounge.

'hey, tai,' your mama says, kissing you on the top of the head softly.

'what's up, kid?' your mom grins and squeezes your shoulder. you don't remember being adopted — you were just a baby anyway — but every time your mom smiles at you like that, or your mama gently corrects your form when you're sparring, or they both listen to you clumsily practice a new piece on the violin, before your fingers have gotten the hang of the notes you don't know yet — you think you're the luckiest person in the world.

your mom glances over your shoulder as your mama goes to, presumably, gather their things. 'one, my surgery got canceled — my patient had a fever, so you're stuck with both of us tonight.'

'however will i survive.'

your mom rolls his eyes. 'you're lucky you're cute.'

you know he knows you're kidding, but you still nudge his hip anyway and he ruffles your hair. 'two, did you finish your math?'

'i have, like, two more? but aunt cam helped a lot.'

'you knew your stuff all on your own,' she says, which is relatively generous but makes you feel better about your test in two weeks.

your mama comes over with her neat overnight duffel and your mom's messy cotton tote. 'does this efficiency with math have anything to do with your girlfriend coming over tomorrow?'

your aunt cam laughs — total traitor — and your mom grins, tapping. your chair with her cane when you groan and hide your face in your hands. 'i was gonna tell you guys, i swear.'

your mom rubs your back gently. 'you are your mother's daughter.'

'i'm adopted,' you whine.

your mama laughs. 'nurture is so strong, my love.'

she starts gathering your things too, straightening your backpack, and normally you would scoff and ask her to stop, because you're fourteen and way too old for that. but you love them both, a lot, and, like. your folders were out of the order you like — your class schedule, which your mama has memorized too — so you don't say anything.

'tai, since we're both off now, want to go get some pizza at roberta's?' she asks you, slipping into a fleece that's definitely your mom's — department of neurosurgery embroidered on it, but whatever. it's an enticing offer; your favorite.

'what's the catch.'

'we gotta put olives on half,' your mom says, handing you your coat as you stand.

'deal.'

'and you have to tell us about how you got together with nora.'

'i'm gonna run away. i swear.'

your moms and your aunt laugh — you love them so much you don't want to go to college out of the city; they're your favorite people in the whole entire world — but you pout for posterity. you grumble as you go to the car, and then while you're waiting in a booth for your order.

'out with it.' your mom grins.

your mama pats your hand and amends, 'if you're ready.'

you take a deep breath, but then you smile. 'okay, i've been dying to tell you guys.'

your moms grin.

[frostgears]

We Who Are Far From Home, ch. 3: Bree 2

Bree sketched a glyph in the dirt atop the hill and forced power into it, grumbling with the effort of manipulating something not part of herself. It eventually flared into upward-drifting motes of purple light. Just a matter of time now…

An hour later, a steel cable dropped from the sky.

She planted her feet on the small platform at the very bottom, hugged the cable, and spoke a word that quenched the beacon's light.

In response, the cable hauled her into the clouds. She couldn't help but whoop in delight; this had yet to pall for her. Wind whipped at her cloak. Chill mist streaked pass her, darkness engulfed her as the cable passed directly through a cloud, and then she was through the clouds and soaring though the clear, star-dappled night. Above her, she could barely see her destination against the sky: a black shape with a warm glowing light at its center.

It reeled her in, pulling the cable up toward its belly. Doors opened. She waited for them to close again, stepped off the cable platform, and executed a neat little bow to the woman at the winch controls.

"Perfect grab, Nost."

"W-well, it's a calm night, not much turbulence up here… thank you!"

The little redhead locked up the winch controls and beckoned to the hatch leading out of the winch bay.

"C'mon! I woke up the girls when I saw the beacon. We're all waiting for you."

Bree followed her, ducking under the low hatchway. She only regretted the extra height she'd built into herself above her original design in tight spaces, such as below the decks of her very own airship. Which was its own compensation, really.

The rest of her crew was seated around the big circular table in the mess room, which, when the plates were put away, was also the strategy room, the map room, and occasionally the surgery.

Emmerline had her feet up on the table. The curly-haired mage smiled as Bree walked in, then suppressed a yawn. Probably on the day watch.

"Emmerline, get your feet off the table," Nost said with the air of someone not really expecting to be obeyed, and then added, "It's unbecoming of a lady."

"Ugh, Nost, you sound like my governess, or my mother," Emmerline replied, as she tucked her feet under herself in the chair. "Bree, help, I'm being forced to have manners. These two bullied me terribly while you were away."

"You're the representative of the Kingdom's blessed aristocracy, long may they reign," Bree said, packing the traditional toast with as much sarcasm as she could muster. "Aren't you supposed to act like it?"

"Yes, maybe, but not up here! Also, welcome back and all that." She yawned again. "Did you find it?"

"I found it." Bree tapped her left arm. It made a hollow sloshing sound.

"Can we move on, then?" the third crew member asked. "We've been on standby for weeks and there's only so much I can do from up here through a telescope."

"Nice to see you again too, Zai. What's this I hear about you forcing poor Em to have manners? Is it true?"

Zai gestured to Emmerline. "I simply suggested that she would be most useful as an asset if she continues to play the role of a Kingdom noble, which should not be that hard, since she was allegedly born to it."

"Zai," Bree said, "it's also not manners to point at people with a knife."

"She cleans under her fingernails with it," Emmerline interjected.

Nost was horrified. "You clean under your fingernails with an alkalium throwing dagger?"

"It's perfectly safe and non-reactive as long as I don't break the skin— all right, fine. I'll put it away."

The dagger vanished. Bree's crystal eyes tracked much faster than humanly possible, and even she could barely follow Zai's hand as she pocketed it. Dark eyes caught hers, and surprisingly, Zai smiled.

"Welcome back, Bree."

"Thanks. Okay. Time for good news and bad news. The good news is that I have, here and in flasks in my pack, about as much liquid utterfrost as I could safely carry, and Em, it's everything that you predicted and more. The bad news is that on the way back here, at Glacierport, a Crimson Fist hit squad found me. They're using dolls now. So that's exciting."

"Dolls," Nost said flatly.

"Yep. Well, one doll."

"From the fucking Pact?" This from Emmerline.

"Not sure about that. I mean, definitely Pact. She was as haughty and full of herself as any Fist executioner I've had the pleasure of dealing with. But also, the design looked an awful lot like me. So maybe not Pact-built. I don't know."

"Did you beat her?" Zai asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Had a civilian with me. Had to break and run."

"Hm," Zai said in response. Then, "Could you have?"

"I don't know," Bree told her. "She was tough. Took a septupled utterfrost construct blade to the chest, knocked her down, but that was about it, didn't more than scratch her enamel. Used at least one spell I don't know by sight and didn't get close enough to feel. Not sure if she cast it, or if it was cast for her."

"She was pretty."

"What? Like me, a bit, but blonde. Shorter. Not by much, though. Red eyes."

"So yes."

"I don't know what to say to that."

"Not much stops you. She did. That's a problem for us."

"I promise it was because I took my best shot given the circumstances and she got right back up! Plus the civilian!"

"Hm." A moment's pause. "Forget I said anything."

"Yeah, it's probably not that. She has a whole crew of hotties up here. I mean, there's me, obviously, and then Nost is extremely fit from all that artificing — don't think I haven't noticed, Nost — and even our pet spook would clean up really nicely, I bet."

"Emmerline!"

"You don't think so, Nost? Like if we put all that long dark hair up, and got her out of those trousers, and maybe took her knives away — okay, I've got to be realistic here, I can tell by that face she's making, so we give her some prettier knives—"

"Emmerline, go to bed."

"Yeah, get some sleep, Em. I'll give you the whole travelogue in the morning."

"I'd have to see the knives," Zai said.

It was good to be back.

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[mkiss723]

LitG S8 Max Route

Vol. I-V Ep. 1-15

I chose Jack to couple up with because Oakley can’t take a joke about being a fireman… sorry but it is hot. In both senses of the word 😅 sorry not sorry! But also Jack liking dogs and gardening was such a great initial common interest thing to go on.

Sophie/Jack & Luna/Jin are replaceable after you pick your guy. Whichever couple stays are buttheads to you.

Jack is ok, but more serious than I thought he would be. I miss Jin’s humor so much. I have to say that even with most of the same dialogue choices/banter between us, there is no spark. Which does makes me going full on for Max an easier decision.

Vol. VI Ep. 16-18

Again I did not flirt at all with Hari, but I did pick the options for saying I missed Jack so it pretty much went the same. I’m really just plugging along until Casa… which is next 😆

Vol. VII Ep. 19-21

CASA TIME!! I am choosing all the gem options to get with Max. ALL OF THEM! Bring it on!

E19: Straight away, the fill in the blank game gem option I picked was the “smooch a boy” and wow what a smooch it was! Choosing to share a bed with Max was such a good choice too. He is so flirty and cute! Telling me what he likes was sexy and I agree with them 😏

E20: ooh raunchy races! And this time I actually kissed the others (except Liam cuz I have standards lol) and I did the gem option to win and had another epic smooch with Max 😘

E21: Winners party was fun. The sipping game was fun and the gem selection scene was incredible if you kept flirting *chef’s kiss* Loved sitting with Max and talking and getting to know each other more. He is so flirty and I love it. Slept with him again and did bits with him that night. Worth it! He’s amazing! 😏

Vol. VIII Ep. 22-24

E22: This is where I started to fall for Max in my first playthrough (w/o any diamond scenes & then I started replaying for his), but getting to keep the previous options and choosing the new one was even better. He just gave serious butterflies during the date. Telling about the smile lines, going over the “words” on MC, cuddling in his arms, sweet story of him paying for a girlfriend’s parents to visit even though he was saving, playing with her hair. Ugh my heart! I’m so smitten with him 🥴

E23: We smashed it at the Mr & Mrs game! And I loved all the flirty things we did and said to each other during. More annoyed when Luna took Max. Definitely called her out this time for picking him.

E24: Last night at Casa. Yay! Obviously spent the night with Max and I think it was even better since I got to have all the earlier moments with him too. And hearing him recap them all the next morning and how mushy he was about them all was sweet. He’s just perfect 🫠

Vol. IX Ep. 25-27

E25: This is a short episode. Most compatible with Max of course! Yuck to Liam. Pushed him in the pool again 😜

E26: Brought Max back and walked in holding hands. Sorry Jack. Told Max I’m into him. Obvs! Didn’t argue with Sienna when she wanted to steal Jack. Go right ahead.

E27: Pool party was much less awkward since I’m focused on Max and don’t care what Sienna does. Liam’s question and Luna’s deflection ruined the mood of course. Then Jack asked me that very important question about cracking on in casa…

Vol. X Ep. 28-30

E28: I started this episode off with a big old LIE - told Jack I did nothing at Casa (for reasons that pay off later) Snogged and married Max! Pied Liam cuz who else is worth this one?! And then I sexily pied Max with the extra pie. Yum 😜

E29: Ahhh couple drama! Everyone lying to their partners about Casa stuff. So messy… So glad I’m with Max because we are golden!!

E30: Couple Goals 2.0 was fine. Pretty much the same results except Max and I got voted most likely to marry this time and I’ll take it! And the terrace scene… holy moly Batman 🔥 I loved it and didn’t have to feel bad because he’s my couple and the one I want 😍

Vol. IX Ep. 31-33

E31: MOVIE NIGHT!!! woohoo drama!! Max’s two scenes were so sweet I almost got a toothache 🥰 I have to say that I actually kept the secrets this time around because I wanted to see everything unfold at movie night which was fine… Until we got to mine and holy shit did FB go all out with what they showed! 🫣

E32: Boys choice recoupling and this is why I lied to Jack… he does not pick me because of that lie - which does kill me inside, but I want Max. Only Max. And again, the only time I will thank Liam for anything - so glad he got cream all over us so we could have another amazing spicy scene 🥵

E33: The scene is much funnier with Sienna if you’re coupled with Max because she really thinks we care if she tells Jack?? Like ok whatever floats your boat honey! 🤣 The heart rate challenge is all good this way too. Sienna can have Jack all she wants and she stays away from Max! But OMG Jack’s superhero outfit is so bad 😂 like how could they do that do him?!

When Jin said his dream was to run in a marathon and wanted MC to join him, I almost died. My friend has been trying to get me run with her for over a year but I would rather go on a date with Liam than run anywhere 🤣 BUT Max wanting to go to a concert in the outdoor amphitheater in the mountains of Colorado?? Count me the fuck in 😅 I googled it and it looks awesome!

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Profile Tag Game

Hello: I'm Sakura! No offense, but umm... why do you want to talk to me? Haha! That was awkward... but jokes aside, let's strive to have a pleasant chat!~

Chat: Tickling - Do I like tickling? Well... yeah. It's been one of my "special" interests for as long as I can remember. W-why are you looking at me like that...?

Chat: Psychology - I don't get passionate about many things, but this, this is something I'm sure of.

Chat: Music - When my emotions can't get put into words, listening to music helps gather my thoughts.

When it Rains: I never understood how nature sounds can be relaxing. I just automatically tune out the noise.

After the Rain: Ugh, it's gonna get real cold tonight. Make sure to bundle up well, don't want our joints hurting now, haha!

When Thunder Strikes: *gasp* S-sorry, I get easily startled...

When it Snows: Snow...? I've never seen it myself. Although, I doubt my body could handle it.

When the Sun is Out: Hngh... my eyes are weak to such intense light...

When the Wind is Blowing: Even when I cut my hair shorter, it still brushes against my ears and neck! It tickles so bad... Don't laugh at me, haha!

Good Morning: Morning already...? Ugh... How do I get out of bed?

Good Afternoon: Can I nap already, pleaseeeee? I promise I'll do my work later.

Good Evening: It's evening, y'know what that means... Time to suddenly feel somewhat energetic and cram everything I didn't do during my day!

Good Night: Every night without fail, I'll daydream about my interests until I fall asleep.

About Sakura: Physical affection - I'm not the most touchy person out there, but that doesn't mean I'm against receiving it!

About Sakura: Relationships - I recently learned that I value my friendships more over romantic relationships, although I'm still a sucker for crappy romcoms.

About Sakura: Perception - It always baffles me when people describe me diferently as to how I view myself. It probably comes off as attention seeking, but I genuinly don't get it.

Something to Share: Language - My main language is actually spanish! Although I prefer to speak english, much easier hehe.

Interesting things: Growing up - Growing up is much less scarier than what other people make it out to be. Could've saved me the extra anxiety, haha!

Sakura's Hobbies: I don't open up about my hobbies much because of past judgement. But essentially, I like to play videogames and write. Sometimes I'll read or watch shows if I'm not too tired.

Sakura's Troubles: What troubles me...? Haha! Hahahaha! Where do I even begin?

Favorite Food: I could eat pasta every day of my life and die happy.

Least Favorite Food: I'm not really sure. I tend to dislike most foods based on texture more than taste.

About @xsezzie : Sezzie is such a sweet and caring person, I'm so glad I get to call her my friend. I wouldn't trade all those talks about MEN for anything, hehe~

About @nervousswitch : At first, I wasn't too fond of being viewed as a big sister, but Ariy has made me enjoy it, not gonna lie.

About @kairoscler : It's kinda crazy to think that Kairo showed up randomly one day in my ask box talking about lee Rui, and now we have such a strong bond.

About @lovinglyroses : Lucy is my platonic soulmate!~ But in all seriousness, I'm so glad to be friends with such a ray of sunshine.

About @practickles : Those thoughtful conversations I've had with Catet will forever reign in my heart.

About @jackytickles : With Jack, there's never a dull moment. He's one of the few people I'd go out of my way to hug.

About @azureyemberzz : Being friends with Amber is a rollercoaster of emotions. I don't like rollercoasters, but reaching the end makes it all worth it.

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Ty Sezzie for tagging me, this was fun to do (^○^)💖

Tagging: @kittyfluffies @jackytickles @duckymcdoorknob @kaerichan-yatta @kairoscler @lovinglyroses @practickles @azureyemberzz and anyone who wants to do it!

[milkywaygg]

The Cosmas REVAMP (Chapter 3)

AN: Apologies but some of the language and writing is a bit awkward. There’s going to be some mild sexual stuff in this story that I’d failed to mention in the first chapter, so please click away if you are uncomfortable. Nothing lemon level, but just thought I’d let you know.

About 7 o’clock the next morning, Nora finally opened her eyes and rolled out of bed, Arthur nowhere to be fine. Despite being somewhat disappointed that they couldn’t have a morning make-out session, Nora shrugged it off and she got up and stretched, rubbing her eyes to wake up. Cursing to herself slightly for no being better prepared however, Nora had no choice but to pick up her jacket and jeans from last night to throw on, only snapping to reality once she was an offensive, pair of pink underwear, sporting Willow’s name on the back.

Who the fuck is Willow? Nora thought to herself. Is this some kind of new brand? I don’t wear pink underwear, and last time I checked, Arthur was an only child. What the hell?

Picking up the pair, she studied it closer. It was several sizes smaller than what she wore, and had ruffles on the edges, something that Nora had thought was too frilly and expensive for something that wouldn’t be seen by anyone.

Grabbing her backpack from the corner of the room, Nora studied the room one last time for any extra clues, stuffing the underwear in her bag for the time being. She took a few whiffs around the room to find that a Cherry Blossom smell filled the room, unlike Nora’s Cedarwood cologne, and the necklace of a gold locket hung underneath a stack of textbooks on Arthur’s desk. Approaching the desk, Nora moved the textbooks out of the way to get a closer look at the locket, with the initials A and W engaved on the front of a heart-shaped charm. Struggling a bit with her thick thumbs, Nora opened the locket to reveal a picture of Arthur and a girl next to him with hazel nut skin, long, light pink hair, and eyes to match. The picture showed the two of them snuggling close with each other, posing as if they were a long-lost couple finally reunited.

The longer Nora stared at the picture, the more she felt like pounding Arthur across the head. It all made sense as to why it took Arthur a millennium just to answer her text. Grabbing her wand out of her jacket pocket, Nora teleported to the school with her mind buzzing full of ways to get revenge. Poison him? Turn Willow into a frog. The possibilities were endless, but first, she had to hunt them down. With 15 minutes left for breakfast before first period, Nora searched endlessly throughout the hallways hoping to find the couple smooching against the lockers, but so far, found nothing. However, as she searched the computer lab hall on the second floor, she hit her head on a locker than had opened right in front of her.

“Hey! Watch where you’re opening that, dumbass! Don’t you know who I am?”, she shouted at the figure. The locker closed suddenly to reveal Linnie, who let out a small squeal and kneeled down towards Nora, worried hands lingering.

“Nora! Oh dear, I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t see you there. I-I’m really sorry dear. Are you ok?”, Linnie stuttered, his hands longing to feel Nora’s forehead only to get swatted away.

“If I was, I wouldn’t be lying on the floor, would I?”, she snarked, picking herself back up, “Watch where you’re going, next time. You know, I could’ve had a scar thanks to you.”

“I-I know Nora. I’m really sorry.”, Linnie said sadly, as he re-opened his locker and grabbed the needed textbooks, “I-I hope your day gets better. Again, I’m really sorry.”

“Hang on Linnie, Real fast.”, Nora stopped him, grabbing his shoulder, “Have you seen Arthur? From our AP Lit class? I need to talk to him.”

“Oh goodness no. I’ve actually just got here myself not too long ago, b-but I’m sure he’ll turn up in class.”

“Ugh! Go figure.”

“Are you alright Nora? You seem really tense.”, Linnie asked, before a sudden thought came to his head, “Oh! Are you trying to ask him to prom in a few months? I-I could sit with you at lunch and help make a sign if you’d like.”

“Oh Linnie. You’re so naïve, it’s hilarious.”, Nora laughed, though she felt no humor in her situation, “I’d rather not throw my business out right now. I just needed you to tell me if you’ve seen Arthur. Not go on a snooping mission.”

“Oh-um..of course. I’m really sorry. I-I um…I should probably get to class now.”, Linnie said, clutching his books close to his chest and scurrying off in a rush, his black, square-pointed boots squeaking behind him. Grabbing the rest of her books out of the adjacent locker, Nora slammed the door as the crowds of students started to enclose each other, kids filing inside random rooms placed around the school. With her pre-calculus class located on the opposite side, Nora took this as a opportunity to search the sea of students for Arthur’s navy blue cowlick, only for her short height to keep her tripping on her toes. Finally arriving at her first class, Nora decided to put her revenge plan on hold, despite fighting the urge to burn the school down with her wrath.

Around 1 o’clock that afternoon, Linnie happily threw his lunch away and made his way down one of the hallways in the back of the first floor, eager for his favorite class of the day. Making a quick pit stop to grab his literature textbook for the class after, Linnie made his way towards a door that looked like a child’s dream; it was decorated with flowers and rainbow made out of construction paper and had the names of the babies and toddlers that the students help mentor all around it. Linnie smiled as he entered the brightly colored room, noticing Mr. Langston, a somewhat tall, brown-haired man with square-framed glasses much like Linnie’s, motioning towards him. Behind him, a pink haired fairy hid behind him, shaking nervously.

“Linnie! Are you feeling any better. I’m really sorry about yesterday. I-uh-completely understand if you want to take it easy today. I could have Dina here join someone else’s group today.”, Mr. Langston explained nervously, though Linnie didn’t lose his gentle smile. Kneeling down, Linnie held his arms out, hoping Dina would run out and hug him.

“Oh no, it’s alright. I just love working with her. I look forward to it all day.”, Linnie said softly, “Awww sweetheart. It’s ok. I’m not upset. Come here, darling. Come on!”

Dina whined slightly, but eventually crawled out as Linnie’s arms motioned for her to come here. Once she did, she snuggled into Linnie’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up as if she were his own baby.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then, Linnie. I’m going to go check on the other pairs.”, Mr. Langston said, smiling as he began examining the room, taking note the different interaction between the students and children.

“Mmm sowwy..”, Dina’s baby voice cooed, making Linnie’s heart melt as he held her tight, taking a seat in the rocking chair in the corner.

“Don’t worry sweetie. It was just an accident. I’m ok.”, Linnie said softy as he rocked her, his mind dozing off into his future, imagining how the rest of his life would unfold. Even though he wasn’t seeing anyone yet, Linnie saw himself living in a nice cottage in the suburbs with a wife and several children alongside a new born baby. He imagined himself cooking a nice, hot meal as his wife placed her briefcase on the couch, kissing Linnie’s cheek softly and greeting the children; the family ending the day with smiles and “I love yous”. Linnie was in such a trance, it took him a minute to recognize Dina squirming around in his arm, whining slightly as her little arms reached towards the toy box.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry sweetie. Come on, why don’t we play with some of the blocks together!”, Linnie cheered softy as he let Dina crawl to the blocks, helping her gather them and stack them until the bell rang, He hugged Dina goodbye as he passed her to her next partner, grabbing his bad as he walked towards the literature classes two hallways down. As he got closer to his classroom however, Linnie frowned as he heard shouting coming from a deep, female voice, and a male voice with a somewhat British accent.

“ARTHUR, YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU’RE A DEAD MAN!”

[unproduciblesmackdown]

actually all i did was become totally neutral on this lmao but w/e we have fun

[mercs4art]

my OCs have icons :3c 

finally lol 

[juanarc-thethird]

Jaune At The Carnival part 2

Ruby: *Holding a cotton candy de size of a basketball* Carnivals are so much fun!

Yang: *Hugging a big stuffed animal* Weiss, do you like your first carnival so far?

Weiss: *Smiling* It is a pleasant experience.

The two sisters smile at that comment.

Blake:  *Looking away from the group* Pyrrha is at the kissing booth.

Yang: No way!

The rest of the team turn to see what Blake is talking about.

Yang: Wow, I didn't know Pyrrha liked that kind of thing.

Ruby: Same, and isn't she spending too much money on it?

Weiss: How indecent.

Blake: I'm a little curious to know who is the guy she's kissing for her to pay so much.

Yang: Me too, but Pyrrha is in the way.

Ruby: Wait! She is moving.

Pyrrha moves to the side to get another bag of lien off the floor.

Blake: is Jaune.

The girls went quiet

Meanwhile.

Neptune: *Coming out of the bathroom* I knew I shouldn't have had that burrito for lunch. Let's see how Jaune is doing. (Not many customers are arriving, maybe he is bored)

Neptune returns to the kissing booth and can see a long line of people waiting for a kiss.

Neptune: What's going on?!

Neptune recognizes some of the girls. Some of them are the hottest girls in all the kingdoms.

Neptune: (Team RWBY, the bunny from the CFVY team, Weiss's older sister, that weird read-haired girl, and that twintale short girl from the CEMN team. Why are they all here!?) *Look at the beginning of the line*

Pyrrha: *Stop making out with Jaune and giggles* I can’t get tired of this. *Put a hang on her bag to grab more lien but is empty* Dang it. Don’t move Jaune. I just need to withdraw more money and I'll be back. *Runs off to the nearest bank*

Jaune: *Red and on cloud nine* O-ok take your time. W-who is next?

Ruby: That would be-

Yang: *Gets in front* Me! Hello lover boy.

Ruby: Hey! I was first.

Yang: Sorry sis, you snooze, you lose.

The girls continue arguing while Neptune tries to understand what is happening.

Neptune: (No way! Jaune is getting them all! I need to do something) *walks over to the booth* Hi Jaune, thanks for warming up my seat. *Start pushing him out of the booth* (Sorry buddy, but I won't miss this chance to kiss these hot babe’s ) I can take it from here. *Then he sprinkles some mint in his mouth and with a smile he said* Ok, who's the next customer?

Yang/Ruby: *With disgust* Ugh/Eww

The rest of the girls realize that Jaune is no longer in the booth and they begin to leave the line until there is no one left in it.

Neptune: Wait! Where are you girls going?! Come back!

Extra:

Later that day.

A new Kissing booth was built and it was getting a lot of customers. Who had the idea? you ask yourself. This was done by none other than Nora Valkyria.

Nora: *Wearing a top hat and fake mustache * Come on ladies, the Kissing Booth is open to the public. With just $ 1 you can kiss our beloved JNPR team leader, tongue included.

Pyrrha: *Holding a cart full of money bags and wearing red lipstick on her lips* I'm back! Where is jaune?

Nora: That’s the spirit! Get in line! (I’m getting rich!)

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"The Lunch Rush" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: The lunch rush is awful, no Scoops Ahoy worker can deny it. This leads to panic attacks and… love confessions?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,119

Content Warning: explicit language, one use of "God", sexual humor, short makeout scene (maybe, idk, imma put this as a warning just in case), panic attacks, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, some Fluff too

Extra Notes: i'm not completely sold on the ending of this but yk, the show must go on

Based On the Prompt: "The Way You Shake and Shiver" - silent panic attack (from 2022 @whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: 10/08/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

honeysuckleharringtons masterlist can be found here!

honeysuckleharringtons whumptober masterlist can be found here!

"Hey, Rob, have you seen Y/N?" Steve asked as he walked past the checkout counter.

"Have a nice day," she said, directed at the customer in front of her. "I haven't seen her. She said she was going to the bathroom but that was like twenty minutes ago."

He stopped for a second, looking over the sea of customers lined up. "Do you think you've got this long enough for me to go check on her?"

Robin scoffed as she began scooping the next patron's sundae. "I was born for this, Steve."

Steve chuckled at his coworker before heading in the direction of the employee bathroom. He knocked lightly on the door. No response.

"Y/N?" he called, tapping lightly against the wooden door. Still no response.

He slid the spare key into the door, unlocking it and opening it slowly. "Y/N?"

He was met with the sounds of shallow breathing and the sight of his coworker curled up against the wall, arms tight around her knees.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he whispered, kneeling down in front of her.

She couldn't respond, instead she just continued to shake as she attempted to catch her breath.

Steve recognized her symptoms, the same symptoms he'd had in the past when he had panic attacks. He racked his brain for ideas to distract her or for some way to make her feel better, eventually deciding on his personal favorite way to distract himself.

He sat down beside her criss-cross applesauce, leaning back against the wall. "Hey, why don't we list the customers we hate the most?"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she finally made eye contact with him. "W-what?"

"Come on, it's fun," he told her. "I'll go first. Uh… ooh, that guy that gets vanilla with gummy worms."

She managed to let out a light laugh. "S-seriously though, wh-who gets o-only gummy w-worms?" she stuttered, her breathing still heavy.

"Alright, your turn. Who do you hate the most?" he asked, shifting slightly to face her better.

"Th-that woman with f-four kids."

"Oh, my God. I hate her," Steve chuckled. "'Single file! Single file!' And the way the youngest boy screams if you put a cherry anywhere remotely near his sundae."

Unbeknownst to Y/N, her breathing had already begun to slow from Steve's distraction. She let out a mix of a sigh and a chuckle, looking over the smile on Steve's face.

She couldn't help but let out another laugh as he said, "And what about that douche with the peanut butter ice cream?"

"Ugh, I hate that guy!" she groaned. "Seriously, why does he think flirting with me and Robin is gonna get him free cookie crumbles? It's an extra twenty cents, dude."

Steve cracked a small smile at her, internally grateful that she was already feeling better.

The room stayed quiet as she leaned into his side, her silent way of thanking him. He lightly threw his arm around her shoulders, pulling her ever-so-close.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No problem, the lunch rush used to give me bad panic attacks too," he admitted.

She leaned back up, her eyebrows creasing in disbelief. "No way. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington does not have panic attacks."

His cheeks flushed crimson as he confessed, "They actually started in high school. I used to get them a lot before basketball games."

A look of empathy washed over her face as she scooted further into his embrace. "Really?"

"Yeah, I used to see the guidance counselor," he told her. "She used to just tell me that 'in through your nose, out through your mouth' shit that never helps so I found a more creative way to distract myself."

"Nitpicking people?"

"I like to think of it as constructive criticism," he corrected her, patting her arm lightly.

She leaned back once more to look up at him, her eyelashes fluttering as they made eye contact. "I never would've guessed you had anxiety. You just always seem calm and collected."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, babe."

Her stomach did a somersault at the nickname despite the fact that he'd used it a thousand times before. "Like what, babe?" she sassed.

"Like," he paused, leaning close to her face, "there's this one girl I work with that I think is really pretty."

"Uh huh," she mumbled, her eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips.

"And like that I'd give anything to kiss her right now."

Her eyes were glued to his lips now, hovering probably an inch away from hers. "You should kiss her then."

"What if she doesn't like me back?" he fretted.

"Oh, I'm pretty positive she likes you back," she rebutted. "I mean, you're Steve fucking Harrington."

Their lips smashed together for a greedy kiss, their arms enveloping each other as they tried to close every gap between them they could find.

The room filled with heavy breaths as their mouths continued to meld together. Y/N was sure her heart was on the brink of beating its way through her ribs.

"Hey, can you two-" Robin stopped mid-sentence as she registered the scene in front of her, a smirk appearing on her lips.

The two slid away from each other, Y/N tilting her face away from them as she quickly adjusted her smudged lip gloss.

"Yeah?" Steve asked, acting as casually as possible.

"When you two are done necking, Mother Mary and her four angel children are waiting on you," Robin informed the pair, her hands lightly sitting on her hips.

The two rolled their eyes, Steve leaning back against the wall as he let out a groan.

"Seriously, Robin, you couldn't take care of them?" he grumbled.

"My break started two minutes ago," she said, heading toward the door. "Chop chop."

Y/N and Steve sat in silence for a beat, basking in the calm before the storm. Steve was the first to stand, holding out his hand for the girl in front of him.

She happily obliged, locking her fingers around his as he pulled her up from the floor.

"So that happened," he blushed, scratching awkwardly at his neck.

"Yeah, I guess it did."

His lips pressed into a thin line as he contemplated his next question. "Hey, would you maybe wanna do it again sometime? Preferably somewhere other than the employee bathroom."

She pondered over her answer. "Sure, but on one condition."

"What's that?"

"We gotta be careful," she clarified. "Because you might be Steve fucking Harrington but if I'm not careful, I might be fucking Steve Harrington."

And with that, Y/N sashayed off, a smirk playing at her lips as she waltzed away from him.

Steve chuckled to himself as he watched her walk away. "God, I hope so."

[juanarcthethird]

(because of your kissing booth post) Neptune had asked Jaune to watch his booth, thinking that buissness won't be triving today, when he came back he say a line of girls (he mainly noticed team RWBY, Velvet, Winter, Penny, Neo. So he tells Jaune to leave and says that he is ready to serve the clients but girls either kicks him out of booth or leave following Jaune.

You read my mind. I was already working on something similar, so I'll add your ask to it

Jaune At The Carnival Part 2

Ruby: *Holding a cotton candy de size of a basketball* Carnivals are so much fun!

Yang: * Hugging a big stuffed animal * Weiss, do you like your first carnival so far?

Weiss: *Smiling* It is a pleasant experience.

The two sisters smile at that comment.

Blake:  *Looking away from the group* Pyrrha is at the kissing booth.

Yang: No way!

The rest of the team turn to see what Blake is talking about.

Yang: Wow, I didn't know Pyrrha liked that kind of thing.

Ruby: Same, and isn't she spending too much money on it?

Weiss: How indecent.

Blake: I'm a little curious to know who is the guy she's kissing for her to pay so much.

Yang: Me too, but Pyrrha is in the way.

Ruby: Wait! She is moving.

Pyrrha moves to the side to get another bag of lien off the floor.

Blake: is Jaune.

The girls went quiet

Meanwhile.

Neptune: *Coming out of the bathroom* I knew I shouldn't have had that burrito for lunch. Let's see how Jaune is doing. (Not many customers are arriving, maybe he is bored)

Neptune returns to the kissing booth and can see a long line of people waiting for a kiss.

Neptune: What's going on?!

Neptune recognizes some of the girls. Some of them are the hottest girls in all the kingdoms.

Neptune: (Team RWBY, the bunny from the CFVY team, Weiss's older sister, that weird read-haired girl, and that twintale short girl from the CEMN team. Why are they all here!?) *Look at the beginning of the line*

Pyrrha: *Stop making out with Jaune and giggles* I can’t get tired of this. *Put a hang on her bag to grab more lien but is empty” Dang it. Don’t move Jaune. I just need to withdraw more money and I'll be back. *Runs off to the nearest bank*

Jaune: *Red and on cloud nine* O-ok take your time. W-who is next?

Ruby: That would be-

Yang: *Gets in front* Me! Hello lover boy.

Ruby: Hey! I was first.

Yang: Sorry sis, you snooze, you lose.

The girls continue arguing while Neptune tries to understand what is happening.

Neptune: (No way! Jaune is getting them all! I need to do something) *walks over to the booth* Hi Jaune, thanks for warming up my seat. *Start pushing him out of the booth* (Sorry buddy, but I won't miss this chance to kiss these hot babe’s ) I can take it from here. *Then he sprinkles some mint in his mouth and with a smile he said* Ok, who's the next customer?

Yang/Ruby: *With disgust* Ugh/Eww

The rest of the girls realize that Jaune is no longer in the booth and they begin to leave the line until there is no one left in it.

Neptune: Wait! We’re are you girls going?! Come back!

Extra:

Later that day.

A new Kissing booth was built and it was getting a lot of customers. Who had the idea? you ask yourself. This was done by none other than Nora Valkyria.

Nora: *Wearing a top hat and fake mustache * Come on ladies, the Kissing Booth is open to the public. With just $ 1 you can kiss our beloved JNPR team leader, tongue included.

Pyrrha: *Holding a cart full of money bags and wearing red lipstick on her lips* I'm back! Where is jaune?

Nora: That’s the spirit! Get in line! (I’m getting rich!)