#idk what about him inspires me to write so much if you heard me talk about gale and gortash you would know im down bad for them much worse

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

would you still love me if I wrote another fanfiction about Astarion and the events before/following the ascension

[landososcar]

so high school ; JB5

pairing(s) ; jude bellingham x singer!reader , jude bellingham x student!reader

summary ; twitters favourite new(ish) artist drops her new album right during her school year.

warnings ; nothinggggg & mainly just fluff bc i love happy people

note ; SORRY ITS SHORT AHHAHA, i’ll post a new lando fic soon i just have no inspiration… ignore any dates that are wrong or don’t match - im lazy. also this is VERYYYY LOOSLY based off so high school lol (it’s mainly the aristotle line)

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youruser surprise !!!!! as an end of term present (for myself🤭🥳) and in honour of knowing the loml for 15 years, here’s 15 new songs for you guys to (hopefully) enjoy 😊 noah, thank you for trusting me and letting me join you on what might be one of my favourite songs ever!! i loveeee youuuu. && to my jude<3 thank you for inspiring me every single day of our lives. i love you bigger than the whole sky 🩵🩵 (guys he’s actually v v talented and he helped me write scared of my guitar, hard to sleep, and feels like) j, you are my safe place and these songs — especially the ones i haven’t let you hear yet — are for you.

ps guys idk how to only write happy songs but jude is the only one who makes me feel safe enough to express my emotions through my songs 😁 i looooovvveee him and am NOT 🙅‍♀️ breaking up with him. he is stuck with me forever💞

‘the alchemy’ is YOURS tonight at midnight 💓

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user1 WHAT

user2 YOU CANT JUST DROP THIS ON US WTF

oliviarodrigo my girl💞💞 i’m so so soooo excited😭

user3 GIRL I KNOW YOU DIDNT JUST CALL THE ALBUM ‘the alchemy’ FOR NO REASON. WHERE TF IS THE TITLE TRACK I KNOW YOUVE GOT HER SOMEWHERE

youruser jude and i love the alchemy the most out of all the songs and wanna keep her just ours for a little bit longer but maybe if you guys enjoy these songs i’ll let you have my baby

user4 YNAJDKJSKDKDIS

user5 WHATTTT songs did she not let jude hear omfg i need to know

youruser he’s heard them all except for daylight, paper rings & so high school lollll

judebellingham refreshing my spotify every minute til midnight you guys don’t understand she’s kept these songs in a VAULT

user6 jude i know you love spotify but apple music get new music 10 minutes early xxx

judebellingham just made an apple music account

user7 TEN MINS TIL THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR DROPS

taylorswift so so proud of you beautiful 🩷🩷

judebellingham I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

judebellingham putting ALLLL of these on the pre-game playlist

youruser babe idk if some of these will pump you up before a game

judebellingham hearing your voice will pump me up idc how sad the song is xx

user8 why’s no one talking about how she’s in UNIVERSITY and dropped a FIFTEEN song album like …??? she’s INSANE. WHERE did she find the TIMEEE

user9 not to mention she lives with him in madrid and does school online coz her uni is in the uk

user10 she’s insane i don’t understand how😭😭

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youruser just posted to their close friends story.

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youruser surprised my fav person in the uk for his england game and he scored for me 😆🩵🩵

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user1 she wrote “you know how to ball” and he said “yeah” then scored a goal and did a celebration for her😭

user2 zoom in on pic 6 and you’ll see me laying on the road waiting to be run over

judbellingham ‘unemployed girlfriend’ but you’re the greatest singer on earth while also doing online uni full time and you still make time to be able to come see me

youruser it’s coz i love you so so bad

jobebellingham you make me sick

youruser i love u too jobeyyyyyy

england our favourite visitor💙💙

user3 how does she do all this whilst going to uni😭😭😭

oliviarodrigo 💖💖💖

judebellingham I LOVVVEEEE YOUUUUU

user4 i NEED the top in pic 8 where is it from

youruser i found it on depop and HAD to buy it😭😭 i think someone made it x

chappellroan HOTTTTT (you not ur bf)

youruser I WOULD DIE FOR YOU MY WIFE💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

user5 i don’t understand how you write sad songs like the ones on your album if ur ‘in love with jude’

user6 jude deserves better than someone who’s so caught up on and still writes songs about her exes

user7 WHYS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE LYRICS SHE POSTED ON TWITTER IM GOJNG INSANE

user8 LITERALLY?/!;!!/;@:8@ LIKE ??????? “WHERES THE TROPHY? HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME” IS SO JUDE CODED WHEN Y/N IS AT LITERALLY ANY OF HIS GAMES

user7 EXACTLYYYYY HE ALWAYSSS RUNS TO HER IMMEDIATELY AFTER HES ALLOWED TO DO HIS OWN THING. ITS FUCKING ADORABLE

user8 IM SO GLAD SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS ME

user7 were both insane let’s get married

user8 dm me right now wife

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youruser lol little life update coz i’ve been m.i.a. for the last almost two months. 1: i went blonde again. 2: my man still as fine as ever. 3: got engaged or whatever lol. 4: slaying up exams. 5: i miss tour so i decided imma come back and see you all soon 🤭🤭 tour dates soon <3

ps in honour of becoming fiance or whatever🤗 the alchemy and 4 other songs are yours on the deluxe version of ‘the alchemy’ ,, out tonight !!!

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user1 WHAT THE FUCK

user2 GIRL LET US BREATHE

harrykane juudddeeeeee!!! congrats🥳❤️

declanrice mr bellingham that is a ROCK

user3 SHE DISAPPEARED FOR TWO MONTHS AND THEN CAME BACK AND DROPPED ALL OF RHAT ON HS

gracieabrams OMG WIFE IS GONNA BE A WIFE

user4 BLONDE YN IS BACK AND SHES A FIANCÉ OH MY GOD

judebellingham WIFE WIFE WIFE‼️‼️‼️

youruser not yet my love but so close🥰

judebellingham I CANT HEAR YOU MY WIFE IS AN ACADEMIC AND LYRICAL GENIUS

user5 she’s still writing break up and sad songs whilst engaged… so weird

user6 yeah and jude helps her,, he must be so disgusted right? seriously get a life and go touch grass

taylorswift so so happy for you 💓💓

youruser 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 i love you

user7 TOUR TOUR TOUR TOUR TOUR

england juddeeeeee💙 sooo happy for you two

trentarnold ❤️❤️❤️

user8 how girl just gonna casually drop a ENGAGEMENT announcement in the middle of a photo dump

user9 REALLLL LIKE THATS A BIG ASS RING TOO

noahkahanmusic YESSSSS🤍🤍🤍🤍

user10 HOWWWW is miss girl gonna find time in her schedule to do uni, make music, keep a healthy relationship, AND TOUR

judebellingham mrs*

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[moonluvin]

voicemail - simon 'ghost' riley.

pairing: dark!simon ghost riley x female reader

summary: in which simon riley – your ex situationship, send you a voicemail detailing just how much he misses you along with instructions of what he wants you to do as you listen to the voicemail. however, theres more than meets the eye about whats going on.  

warnings: angst – angsty feelings about an ex situationship, fluff – maybe? Idk i tried to add in a mix of it, smut – (minors dni) possessive!simon riley, he uses his ghost persona as a way to watch you indulge in ‘self-love’ from across your apartment, stalker-ish behavior from ghost, female and male masturbation, ooc!simon riley?

a/n: tis’ my first time writing for ghost, be gentle with me! this was inspired by a gwa audio i heard not that long ago. this could be part 1? maybe i'll do a little drabble later on

word count: 1.2k

minors/ageless blogs dni.

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You roll your eyes at his words.

“Your have 1 voicemail,” your house phone announced as you pressed the button and sat lethargically on the couch in your living room.

You had just gotten off after a long day’s work and it had finally been the end of a long week.

You scrolled on your phone as your waited to listen to the voicemail.

“I know I probably shouldn’t be calling you…” the voicemail began.

The familiar voice made your heart rate pick up.

“… but I miss you,”

If he missed you so much then he wouldn’t have been afraid to take your ‘situationship’ to the next stage.

“I know you probably rolled your eyes at that, but its true. I miss having you in my home, in my arms… in my bed,” his words began with a chuckle and ended with his tone becoming husky.

You sat on the couch staring on the coffee table in front of you. At the point you should’ve stopped the voicemail and deleted it, but a part of you wanted to listen to what else he had to say.

“I saw you last night, when you were walking home from work… with the guy from the office. He seemed pretty handsy, with his hands on your shoulders, waist and attempting to hold your hand. I told you he liked you, but you never believed me,” he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

He saw you walking home? Simon lived quite far from where you stay. He’d have no reason to be in the area.

“You looked beautiful… so fuckable,” he groaned, and you could hear the slight shuffling of his sheets in the background.

Was he… masturbating?

You knew Simon was a God in bed, but you’ve never seen or heard of him pleasuring himself before. The mental image in your mind made you grow aroused.

“Hmm, you’re probably clenching your thighs,” he chuckled and hissed in pleasure. “Your pussy always made it a challenge for me to not cum so quickly,”

Flashbacks of many nights in bed with Simon flew through your mind.

“I shouldn’t be touching myself while doing this, but I can’t help it… when it comes to you,” you could hear the wet sounds of him stroking his cock in the background.

“If I know you well enough, and you know I do. Then, you’ll trail those little hands of yours toward those panties and tease your clit for me,” he said with dominance in his voice.  

It wouldn’t hurt right? To indulge in a little self-love while listening to Simon fuck his hand to the thoughts of you. It had been a long week and its not like he or anyone else would see you, right?

Well, the watchful eyes across the street said otherwise.

Simon stood at the window opposite yours and watch from the dark as you slowly start to tease your clit. He could hear everything in your apartment due to the gadgets he put in places while you weren’t paying attention.

“Such a good girl,” he said to himself as he watched you touch yourself.

Simon was a possessive man by nature, it was no surprise to you he would ward off any wandering eyes that made their way to you when in public, but you didn’t know he was this possessive.

“Hmm, I can imagine your little fingers rubbing that clit in circles to get even a little bit of relief,”

His dirty talk through the voicemail had you nodding to no one in particular.

“Go ahead and finger fuck yourself for me,” his voice instructed through your house phone. You had discarded your pants at this point and undid the buttons to your button up.

Even if the voicemail had taken place at God knows what time, you still wanted to make the most out of what you assumed would be your last interaction with Simon.

You let your arousal-soaked fingers ease gently into your pussy. The last time you came was thanks to Simon and that was 2 weeks ago when you broke things off with him.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself for me,” the wet sounds on his end increased pace and you could tell he was holding back from fucking himself silly, like you did to him sometimes when you’d ride him.

“Tease your clit with your other hand,” he instructed, and you did as he said.

“I’m imagining your beneath me, with your legs spread and you teasing that pretty pussy of yours. The way I would be fucking that pussy so hard if I were there. Fuck,”

By now you were finger fucking your pussy at the same pace he was fisting his cock.

“I’m close,” you said loudly in the silence of your home.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, you better be close, baby,” Simon moaned and released a string of curses as he felt himself on the familiar edge of euphoria.

He remained silence, except for a few moans and groans of pleasure. You could still hear him stroking his cock and soon felt yourself cumming on your own fingers. In the midst of your calming down from your high, Simon could be heard through the voicemail reaching his own high.

“I hope you came as hard as I did, baby. Just the thought of your touching yourself for me drives me wild. You have no idea what I would do for you,” he said through heavy breaths.

You remained on the couch catching your own breath and wondered what he means by the last sentence.

“I suppose this isn’t a healthy way to move on, hmm? But all I can think about is you…”

And with that the voicemail ended.

You sat up and looked around the room, opting to take a quick shower and start making dinner. The orgasm you just had brought you some relief from the stress you’ve been under.

While you prepared your shower and got naked.

Simon watched you and smiled as he took in the sight of your body. Something he now had memorized from memory. He knew all the ways to bring your small and intense pleasure.

He thought about maybe rubbing one out while your showered, but he knew it would only take a matter of minutes before he could have you.

As you made your way out of the shower and into your room, there was a knock at your front door.

With furrowed brows you called out that you’d be there soon and put on an oversized shirt, which belonged to Simon, and opened the front door without looking through the peep whole.

“Evening, baby,” greeted the voice which made you cum.

[lateatnewyork]

Down Bad

luke castellan x apollo!reader

warnings: angst

a/n: inspired by down bad by taylor swift (i am ignoring all my drafts i have no will to write for 😭) THIS IS NOT ACCURATE

italics - flashback normal - current bold - (idk js impacting lines 😭) this - lyrics

i paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, my siblings long asleep. percy had just returned from his quest, successful, luke was taking him to chiron. normally i would just sit on my bed waiting for him to come back, but i had a vision. one where percy got hurt.

which was strange since he was with luke, and luke wouldn't let percy get injured unless luke was injured too. but it was probably just another of my visions that made no sense. i waited two minutes, five minutes, however when the clock ticked over to ten minutes i stood up and rushed to chiron.

seeing the half man half goat safe in the middle of the bonfire, running to him i questioned him.

"chiron, do you know where luke is? he was meant to take percy to you,"

my concerned tone was met with a swift shake of his head and then he resumed his conversation with mr d.

"i think i saw them heading into the forest," a camper responded.

running to the woods, i saw the faint light deep in the woods. sprinting through the woods, i sighed in relief when the source of the brightness came closer.

not thinking twice, i broke the bushes hiding the opening from me and barged in to see percy on the floor.

"percy oh shit, what happened- where's luke?" my rambling became quicker and louder.

"behind you," percy hoarsely whispered.

"what-" my question was broken by a small pinch to my neck and black spots invaded my vision and strong arms held me up.

"im sorry y/n, i love you" those were the last things i heard before i fainted.

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my eyes opened, but i wasn't on the forest floor anymore, i was in the infirmary. annabeth was sitting at my side, my hand jerked when i realised she was holding it.

"y/n you're awake" she sighed.

"where's percy?" i asked. she smiled and replied "he's safe".

"it was luke." i breathed out.

"i know."

"it was luke" my bottom lip wobbled.

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there was no one to talk about this with. no one would've understood me. the pain i felt for losing luke, even though i knew this was his choice and his doing, it still hurt inside me.

i tried talking about my feelings once with clarisse, but she didn't understand no matter how much she pretended she did, and the dirty looks i got from campers at the slightest mention of luke hurt.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you

luke is the perfect boyfriend, he picks me up from my cabin making sure i reach my destination safely. he gives me flowers weekly, tells me he loves me, is the perfect gentleman and cares about me. just when i thought i couldn't love him more, i saw him helping a fairly young camper, the way he crouched down so the boy didn't get intimidated, with a genuine smile that was normally only reserved for me and for a moment my heart ached with how much i loved him.

for a moment, i was heavenstruck

"you look beautiful today, love" luke said with a smile. "i look the same as yesterday luke" i giggle. "yes but you in the sunshine is gift to the world" he says as he pulls me in for a soft kiss.

did you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust

"luke was the one who betrayed the gods" and me.

just to do experiments on?

i stood at the cliff where me and luke hung out, where we had our first kiss, where he first asked me to be his-

"fuck you luke" i scream out into the abyss, so loudly hoping it reaches him

"please don't leave me," i break down, my voice cracking.

how dare you think it's romantic leaving me safe and stranded?

"daughter, you need to fix yourself, you are a daughter of apollo not some peasantly god" dad normally doesn't visit but i guess his daughter ruining the face of apollo was a good enough reason.

"i'm sorry-"

"you're destroying my image and the image of all your siblings," he reprimanded.

"but dad, luke-"

"i don't want to hear that traitors name from your mouth again,"

and with that he left.

down bad (like i lost my twin)

"i get that y/n is sad, but he was just a boyfriend, she's dragging it," one of my siblings said.

"i know she's so overbearing, i feel bad for annabeth and percy,".

tears i didn't know i was holding broke free and spilled over wetting my cheeks.

"i might just die, it would make no difference"

"you know you look like a star reincarnated" luke said his hand caressing my face. pulling away with a blush i replied "you're too kind luke,"

"come back"

staring at the sky, come back and pick me up

"i love you luke".

my eyes shut as the darkness of hades' embrace swallowed me whole.

cause fuck it i was in love fuck you if i cant have us cause fuck it i was in love

a/n sorry abt the shitty post but i didnt want to ghost you guys (like i have been doing) soooo yeah

[spideryuu]

HUGE ME, PLEASE || SUKUNA ; ONE-SHOT

🖇ᘎ warning(s): f!reader, smut, dirty talk, pet names (baby, darling, doll, princess...). 🖇ᘎ summary: you go to your boyfriend's house to be comforted, but he seems to have a different idea about how to comfort a person. 🖇ᘎ words: 1,2k

➥ spanish ver. here

— a/n: ik i said i wasn't going to write anything smut rn, but idk, inspiration comes to me at 4am and here i am, finishing writing this. ik it's bullshit but i'm really not used to writing this kind of fics. and sorry if there's any grammatical mistake. T.T

You were outside in front of the front door of your boyfriend's house. You had doubts about whether to call or not, but the cold penetrating your bones was beginning to bother you, which made you decide to finally choose to call.

You waited a few seconds that seemed like years, and when you saw that no one came to open, you sighed and turned around, but you stopped immediately when you heard a squeak.

"Honey?" a deep voice asked behind you.

As soon as you saw Sukuna's eyes, you couldn't hold back your tears for much longer. This action worried him, but his pride was too big to just go and hug you.

"What happened?"

"Can I be whit you?" you asked, sobbing. "I can't be alone at home right now."

Sukuna nodded his head, allowing you to enter. You thanked him quietly and passed. The first thing you did was sit down, but not before taking off your shoes, and then you let out a long sigh.

The tears were no longer came out, but you were still sniffling and you felt like at any moment you were going to look like a running faucet again. Your boyfriend had sat next to you, in silent. He assumed you wanted your space and that's what he was trying to do.

“Thank you for letting me in.” you broke the silence after a few minutes.

"Y/N, you know you can always come here. Your panties are still in my closet, by the way"

"You fucking dummy." you laughed.

Some might say your boyfriend was an insensitive piece of shit, but he knew damn well that all you wanted right now was to forget about everything and just laugh until your tummy hurt.

"But you're my dummy, so I guess that's fine."

Sukuna couldn't help but smile slightly, making you nervous.

"Do you want to drink som-?"

He couldn't finish the sentence when he felt something in his arm. You huged him so bad as if he were the only thing that tied you to this world, squeezing your eyes tightly so that no tears would come out again.

"Y/N?"

"Just, let's be like this, please."

"Okay." he sighed.

He didn't like physical contact but when it was you, he always tried to make an effort knowing how much you liked to express your affection through that thing.

You both were like that for a few minutes. You still had your eyes closed and didn't try to open them until Sukuna spoke again.

"Hey Y/N."

You raised your head only to notice that a shy reddish color appeared on his cheeks, something that surprised you. You turned away immediately, thinking you had done something wrong.

"I'm so sorry, did I go too far?"

"No idiot, it's just that you've been whit your tits on my arm for too long" Sukuna said, making you now also embarrassed and understand what was happening.

“My God, I'm sorry.” you apologized again without being able to see his face.

You stood up, ready to leave and stop feeling like if you were bothering, but Sukuna grabbed your arm and asked:

"Where are you going? You don't want me to take care of this alone, do you?"

You had your head down. You couldn't understand how your boyfriend with a simple phrase could make you from extremely sad to extremely nervous; maybe a fuck was what you needed to get all those thoughts away.

Sukuna could see your desesperation, which gave him the green light to continue. He was a terrible psychologist, but when it was about your body, he was an expert.

He got up and stood behind you. You could feel his slow breathing hit your neck, warming it. With one hand he played with some of your locks while with the other one, he gently caressed your hip.

"Y/N..." he whispered again.

You could tell how desperate he was to rip your clothes off right there, but he didn't want to be so rude.

You turned around and looked at his eyes. You didn't know why, but that was enough to make you cry again. Sukuna was about to ask you, but you didn't even let him open his mouth when you put your lips against his. Surprised but not disgusted, he returned your kiss, completely forgetting about the question.

You were still crying, and it was all very strange, but you needed him to cheer you up in the best way he knew how.

You pushes Sukuna on the couch, breaking the kiss, while you stood there, staring at the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"What's wrong? Why do you stop?" he asked, holding your wrist.

"Do I seem attractive to you? I mean, do you feel like my body is okay? "

Your boyfriend looked at you, surprised to hearing such a question.

"Y/N, if I'm honest with you, the only thing I want right now is for you to sit on top of me and let me fuck you for hours. And all because of that body. Do you really think you disgust me?"

You were speechless at that response. You didn't think he was going to be, well, that honest, but now you were even more nervous.

You wanted to believe him, but something told you no, and you needed that something to shut up as soon as possible.

Sukuna gently guided you to his lap. You rested your head on his chest because it was impossible for you to see his eyes.

"Move."

But you didn't obey him.

"Y/N please, I feel like I'm going to explode if you don't move now."

"And you're not going to take off your clothes?"

He didn't answer, he just grabbed your hips and did the work for you. You let out a soft moan as soon as you felt his cold hands touching your skin, a moan that Sukuna enjoyed. He needed to hear more.

He continued moving your hips while all you could do was keep your head in his chest, feeling your pussy throb. You didn't think you could hold out like this much longer, but Sukuna seemed to enjoy watching you squirm and silently ask for him to do even more.

He wanted to hear you say it, say that you needed him. Normally at this point he would have discreetly forced you, but he was being patient since you were still bad. If it weren't for that, he would have made you have at least one orgasm by now.

"Sukuna..." you whispered between gasps.

"Hmm?" was the only thing he answered while he played with your nipples.

"Can you just?"

"Can I what?"

"Hug me. You can do it?" you asked, moaning weakly.

Your pussy was wet enough to not want a lube. You needed Sukuna to make you moan and come until you couldn't think about anything other than his cock entering and out of you roughly.

“Are you sure you just want me to do that?” he asked caressing your back and playing with the closure of your bra this time.

"Yeah..."

"You're such a hot liar, but it's alright princess. But then you will have to take care of this mess you've made down here" he smiled, wrapping you in his warm arms.

[footiehoemcfc]

We'll be Alright

Hi :) okay so this is the first fic I've ever written and the first one I've ever posted so I'm still new to trying and figuring out how this works. I've always wanted to write one and I had this concept on my notes for a while now. I also want to thank @carlottawllms and @cityfanchelseaslut because with just their writing they played a small part in inspiring me to do this <3. Anyways this will deff have a second part or three idk yet, but it will not be out until like a week or two cause I'm going a on a trip. I hope you like it and if you have feedback lmk ily. Angst, tw some curse words, 2.7k words PART 2, 3 and 4 (final) on my masterlist!

Life lately had been stressful to say the least. It had taken a toll on you and Mason. You were in the middle of a busy period with your company, a lot of meetings, projects and deadlines. On top of that, you’ve had family problems. Mason was dealing with social media scrutiny, transfer rumors, little to zero game time and it affected him, more than he liked to admit. You both were really just tired of everything and the only thing both of you wanted was a break from everything and be with one another. 

Your relationship was not new, but it was not long enough for it to have been through really rough patches. You knew at some point it would come though, Mason travels a lot and is always training. However, you always thought that whatever rough patch you’d go through would be easy with him since you two were pretty good at communicating. This hasn’t been the case at all. Ever since the new year Mason has been more and more distant and wanted to talk less about everything. You could feel it, you felt lonely. You felt like you were just there, you did not feel like his girlfriend, you felt like he didn’t love you as much. 

It was already dinner time and you were cooking for the both of you, something you always liked to do. You heard the front door open and Mason walk in through the door. You smiled at him and he gave you a smile as well. “Hi my love, smells good” he said as he placed his keys on the key holder. “Hi baby, thanks I’m making this Mexican bowl I saw on tiktok thought you might like it”, he came over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek saying “Thank you”. 

When you finished cooking, you both sat down and ate almost entirely in silence until he decided to tell you something you were not expecting. “I had a meeting with Lew and my dad today, about my contract”, you had no idea where this was going since it was pretty much the first time he was talking about this topic with you. You nodded for him to go on, “well I think a transfer would be the best option for me in the summer, there are a couple of clubs that have shown interest so…yea”. What? You thought to yourself. You were so confused. He had always wanted to stay here why is it changing all of a sudden? You met this boy 2 years ago, he would always go on and on about how much he loved the fans, the team, the staff, the stadium, the atmosphere, so how come he wants to leave now? At the beginning of the relationship you would’ve agreed immediately not being a huge Chelsea fan yourself, but after being with him and getting to know him, you could care less what club he was playing, you knew how much he loved living here and being on the team. Sure, this season has been far from what they thought it would be, but you were not expecting this. You had your doubts, why is he wanting a move now? 

“Hello, are you there?” Mason said chuckling interrupting you from all of your thoughts. “I thought you’d be more excited or happy about this…” he said, “No, I mean, yes, I’m just shocked sorry. I wasn’t expecting that, especially since you love it here and since I’ve known you you’ve never mentioned leaving or anything like that.” “Yea I know I never have but, you know my contract ends next year, the new offer is not ideal, and Lewis and my dad think it’s the best option” he said looking at you, “okay” you weren’t sure what to say. You knew it was not his idea. As much as he needed to take into consideration other people’s opinions on this matter, you thought it was best if he made a decision based on what he thought it was best for him. “Okayy what?” “Nothing” “Y/n I know you, you are biting your tongue”. 

Well, if you promised to be honest with him you would. “I just think…I mean is that what you really want? You want to leave? Or is it just the easy way out? Or just because your family said it was best you think it is?” you said this in a loving tone, trying to really figure out why he was trying to decide so quickly on this. “I-I do want this” he stuttered, you knew deep down he was still debating whether it would be a good idea or not. “Okay, then that’s fine” you said getting up and picking up your plate. He placed his fork down and looked frustrated. “You don’t believe me” “Mason plea-“ “This is going to be the best for me, I know you never really cared or supported chels but it will be the same with the new club so not much will change and it won’t be that hard for you” you stopped what you were doing while he said this. You never cared? You knew this would turn ugly now that both of you were getting more upset. “I never cared?! I always go to your games when I can, or I watch them from home. You know damn well wherever you go I will support you because you are my boyfriend” “Then why is this so bad for you?” “Because I know this is not what you want!” as much as you didn’t want to raise your voice, you were getting tired of trying to make him understand what bothered you.

You wanted him to be happy, and if that meant leaving then so be it, but it just confused you how he would make such a big decision in a span of a few hours without thinking about it more. Hell, he could barely decide what to wear for a night out in two hours. “It’s what I want now!” He had never raised his voice like this with you. You could cut the tension with a knife in the room. “Have you not seen the shit show this season has been!? Of course not, you’ve been busier than ever with your job and your office meetings.” “And don’t you think that maybe next year it will be different? You are bullshitting yourself into thinking that going to another place is the better option when you and I both know you’ve never ever dreamed of that. Just because people that love you want that for you does not mean you need to do it. Think for yourself. And I do care, I watch every single game of yours, I never say anything about it cause I know you come home upset and never talk to me about it…and that’s…that’s a whole other thing” whispering the last part and looking away. 

This was it. This was the rough patch you were anticipating with him. You didn’t want to have this fight but maybe it was for the best. You were not planning on telling Mason how you’ve felt the last couple of months to not add anything more on his plate, but tonight maybe would be the day. You were tired of it, the first time you are hearing about his contract is today, never discussing it with you. You knew it would be an option and you would follow him anywhere, but it hurt that he could never talk to you about it and have your input as well, every big decision you’ve made you would always ask his opinion. “What whole other thing?” “Mason…I feel like…I feel like the past 2-3 months I’ve just been trying for you to talk to me and for you to let me help you and you just don’t want it. I didn’t even know when you were injured, I find out today that you made up your mind about what you want to do, I never knew anything about this whole thing. I’m out of the loop on your life. I feel like I’m there for you or at least try to cause you don’t’ let me, and you never bother to be there for me, I’ve been going through a lot too at work and with my family.” After saying that you had no idea how this would go down. To be honest, recently you could never tell in which mood Mason would be. You did not blame him though, it has been incredibly hard for him, but you needed him as well.

After you said this his face, just said it all. “Y/n this whole year has been shit, I don’t need this” Ouch. You excepted different outcomes from this, but him not caring AGAIN was not one of them. “You don’t need what? Me? This relationship? To talk about it?” You were getting more and more upset, you felt like he was invalidating your feelings. “No, I don’t need more problems, I already have enough bullshit to deal with. I don’t talk to you about it because I know it will stress you out, more than you are already.” You scoffed hearing this. “Again, you don’t believe me fucking hell” “No I don’t Mason, how come you can open up and talk to your friends and not me?” Mason started grabbing his face and pacing around the room. He didn’t want to have this conversation, you could visibly tell. But you were adamant to figure out why he was being like this with you. “You are so selfish sometimes.” 

After everything you have done, for him to call you selfish was the tip of the iceberg. “Selfish!? Selfish? Are you being serious right now? Selfish because I want to feel like your fucking girlfriend again?!” “You are!” This was getting heated very quickly and you didn’t like it. What was supposed to be a nice dinner with him just turned into probably the biggest argument you two have ever had. “Mason” you tried calming yourself down to talk to him so he would do the same as well. “Listen, I feel the way I fee-“ “Do you like seeing me fail here to feel better about yourself? Is that what this is?” “What?” You were shocked. How did it go from you being selfish to know you wanting him to fail. It’s like both of you were throwing in everything, every single thought you two have had the past month because you haven’t been communicating. Being selfish was one thing, but him thinking that low of you hurt, specially because you have always rooted for him. “Where the hell did that come from?” You need to know if you did something to make him think that way, you were certain you hadn’t. “It doesn’t matter” he was about to walk to the main entrance of the house to go upstairs. “No, what is that about?” He stopped. He didn’t turn around, debating whether to keep arguing or just leave it and go upstairs. He finally turned around, “Jayden had that thought and…I don’t know I feel like now that you think I’m making the wrong decision maybe he is right” Jayden. The one friend of his that had some sort of vendetta against you. You were always nice to him, but he was a prick. You had your reasons to dislike him and Mason knew you two did not get along but you were not going to be that girlfriend that wants their boyfriend to cut someone off their lives. You were aware he didn’t like you too, why? He had always said Mason “settled” too quickly and he was too young to be “fucking around with just one girl”. Jayden loved going out, getting drunk and have a crazy night. Mason did not, but Jayden always thought it was you telling him not to go out drinking or something. 

You snapped back to reality. “Jayden? Out of all of your friends, you are going to believe Jayden? The guy who hates me for god knows what?” Mason was just blank, he was slowly realizing how ridiculous that sounded, especially since it was coming from someone who doesn’t really know you. But that, that was your tipping point. You felt like you had enough. First, being called selfish and now this. You wanted to cry, not because of the situation itself but because it hurt that after all the effort you’ve made to be there for him even thought you were having a hard time to, he would think like that. You gathered up the courage to say what you had to say, “well you know what, if you want to be talking to your friends about all of this and not me, go ahead. I’m done, and you can tell Jayden to go fuck himself, and so can you.” You walked up to the couch to grab your overnight bag, put your shoes and jacket on and leave. You did not want to be with him now. You felt like he was disrespecting you. He tried to stop you from leaving the kitchen. You realized that was not all you had inside you. 

“Y/n stop please, we can talk about this” just as you were about to open the front door, you decided to let it out. “Oh, now you want to talk. You want to believe what your friends say? Go ahead. I’ve been so patient Mason I really have. I’ve come here after every game to try and take your mind off it and the only way it worked was when it was sex, I’ve been trying for you to talk to me but no you have your stupid fucking friend, I’ve been trying to get you help and no you don’t need it and I’m worrying too much. I’ve been waiting for YOU to ask me how I am and actually care about my life as well but you haven’t cause you don’t. I’ve been feeling like a fucking ghost in your house and with you, all while I’ve felt like shit cause my job is killing me, I feel like I will literally break down any day now and I STILL make the fucking effort to come here because I know you are not okay after not winning another fucking game. So I am not selfish, I’m not against the idea of you leaving just because of me, I don’t like seeing you fail just to feel better about myself, I am just fucking tired of this and tired of feeling like shit and trying to figure out what the fuck I did wrong and if you still even love me because every time you’ve said it the last months it just sounds like you’re saying it out of habit. So, you figure out what you want, think whatever you want to think about me based on what your stupid friends say more specifically the same one that does not like me. I’m leaving.” It was like the weight of the world came off your shoulders. 

You never ever raise your voice or snap like this. But having felt so sad, unappreciated and just not loved made you say all of this. Mason just stood there listening to you. You tried getting all of it out without tearing up, but you couldn’t. You opened the door and left. Mason was hurt, he hated that you have felt that way for so long. He didn’t mean for it to become this huge. He knows he was wrong in assuming that of you, he knows he was wrong in believing something Jayden had said. He had no idea how was going to fix it, but he was determined to do it.

[i-think-i-have-too-many-fandoms]

Epiphany

Summary: Mansion Baron Park Seonghwa was tired of living in a dusty mansion so he decided to finally hire some help. On your first day working for him you noticed something strange about the man, but you can't ask him because he is almost always gone during the day till your done with your shift.

(A/n: Watched the Halloween performance video for 'A Black Cat Nero' and it HEAVILY inspired this. there also might be a little bit werewolf!straykids mentioned if i continue this but idk yet- its a bit of a clusterfuck bc as i was writing i just kept getting more ideas 🙄)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: he word 'smirk' probably written too much,

Pairings: Seonghwa x fem!reader, and a little bit of Hongjoong x fem!reader(?)

Seonghwa hated dust. It was one of his biggest pet peeves, and lately, he hasn't been able to keep up with the amount in his large home. So while he was at the store one night and he heard you talking to the cashier about how you were laid off from the last family you cleaned for, he innocently followed you out of the store to ask if he could give you a job. You needed the money and you were looking but you couldn't help but think something was off with him, but hesitantly you said yes. He gave you his number and address and wrote down a date and time for you to come by.

His home was rather on the outskirts of the city you lived in thus you couldn't take your usual form of transportation (the bus) the entire way there. You took it as far as possible and then rode your bike the rest of the way. When you arrived you had a feeling his house would be big but you didn't think it would be this big, it was a solid three stories and most definitely there was another below. You decide to put your bike somewhere it wouldn't be quite as visible. You were somewhat out of breath so you took a moment to catch up with your lungs before you knocked on the door. But before you could the door abruptly opened with Seonghwa holding it open.

"Welcome, Y/n, I hope you found your way here safely." He spoke softly towards you with a faint smile on his lips. "I noticed you didn't drive up? Did you leave your vehicle at the gate?" He peered at you waiting for you to answer as if he was trying to read you in some way.

You didn't particularly want to tell the beautiful man before you that you're poor but lying could only lead to more problems down the road. "Ah, no actually, I usually take the bus but i couldn't take it all the way here so I biked part of the way."

He scowled lightly seemingly disapprovingly before training his face back to before. "I see. Well then, if you will follow me I will show what you will be doing for me." He turned around heading inside and walking slow enough as though to make you you're able to follow behind him.

When he had finished the tour of the upstairs, and main floor and showing you what you would be doing you noticed a door and you mustered up the courage to ask Seonghwa about it and his only response was "You needn't worry about it, that area is for me to clean." And you probably wouldn't have as much curiosity as you do if it weren't for the eerie smile he gave while saying it to you but you can manage to hold in your piqued interest. He swiftly changed the topic of conversation by asking if you would like to start working that day for a limited amount of time and you didn't have anything else going on for the rest of the day so you said yes. He reminded you where the cleaning supplies were and led you to where he wanted you to start and once you did he walked away.

When you finished cleaning and it reached the designated time you agreed to work until (six thirty), you walk through the house (mansion) to try and find Seonghwa. As you rounded a corner you nearly bumped into someone and lost your footing trying to keep that from happening. Mentally preparing yourself to fall you almost don't notice the firm grasp on your waist.

"I am so sorry, Mr. P- You aren't Seonghwa?" You study the new handsome face belonging to the hand on your side. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet you and sorry for nearly knocking you over. Do you happen to know where Mr. Park is?" You step away and hold out your hand for him to shake as you introduce yourself.

The man in front of you now glances at your hand before taking it in his own and proceeding to lean down and kiss the back of it. Your face flushes almost instantaneously as he stands straight again while he smirks at you. "I am Hongjoong. It is a pleasure to meet you. And Seonghwa is just down the hall in his study. Are you working here permanently?" While he speaks that smug smile never leaves his face despite his eyebrow raising in question.

"Yes, I will be working here permanently, today was my first half of a day. And thank you for telling me where Mr. Park is, Have a nice rest of your evening." You smile at Hongjoong as you pass him to go to Seonghwa's office.

When you get to the door you knock and here a faint 'come in'. As you push open the door Seonghwa starts speaking, "Hongjoong I thought i told you i was done with the conversation and asked you to leave me be for a- ah, Y/n, I'm sorry i thought it was someone else. Is it time for you to leave already? Time must have gotten away from me. Let me get you your check and walk you out." When he noticed it was you a kind smile grew on his face and he began standing.

As your making your way home you can't help but feel uneasy. A feeling of being watched looming over you. You're waiting at the bus stop when a black car pulls up. You avert your gaze as the window rolls down, a man inside the car calls out to you in a voice you recognize. "Y/n, do you need a ride? Seonghwa told me you take the bus and i couldn't in good conscience let a woman go home by herself. It's dangerous out here at night." It's Hongjoong, just as your about to turn him down you hear a very strange noise in the woods and quickly move to get into his front seat. He smirks at you, "Eager to go home with me?" You open your mouth to correct him but realize he was being sarcastic. You close your mouth and tell him your address... You can pick up your bike tomorrow...

The ride to your apartment was quiet, not even the radio. And even though your in the bustling city now you still feel like your being watched. Hongjoong parks on the curb and you get out and close the door before he could say anything (if he was going to say anything). Once you've finally gotten into your apartment you start your nightly routine and can't help but think about your mysterious new employer and his possibly even more mysterious friend. They were fascinating men and you couldn't get them off your mind.

~~~~~

should i continue this?

[thegnomelord]

okay i finally caved and wanted to talk about my idea for a nishruu inspired monster of sorts? i just enjoy rambling a little bit as you may be able to tell

so nishruu. red whisps that endlessly hunt down magic and magical items to sate their hunger, so these creatures are a nightmare for mages and magic wielders. all of my knowledge for these guys comes from dnd, so ill have to take a few creative liberties but im not complaining! pure nishruus are rare - as well as humans that have under some circumstances become fused with these little magic eaters. they're slightly similar to wraiths - having whispy bodies that are impossible to contain considering how they can slip through even the smallest of cracks. they look... mostly human, besides the way their forearms, into their hands, fade into a red mist that flows off of their form, and how they can turn fully into whisps and slip away. these half-nishruus rely on magic to sustain themselves the same, so it isn't uncommon for these acceptionally rare monsters to seek out mages or other magic wielders and make a deal. i really love symbiosis - and considering that half-nishruus have human intelligence, making a deal is typically the best plan for them.

the deals are usually simple - in exchange for some magic to keep them sustained, the nishruus will fight to keep the person they made the deal with alive. after all, it's wise for them to keep their... supplier? alive, considering how many magic wielders will likely throw salt the second they see red whisps. oh, and nishruus main weaknesses are salt. it deals damage similar to poison to them. some magic wielders have even been spotted with sealed amulets containing a strange red substance inside, containing these nishruus until battle comes, where they release the magic eaters (which are likely very hungry) to aid them against any enemies who may have magical weapons or spells

also just imagining a nishruu hybrid crawling over to ifrit and begging for a deal, then ifrit keeps them like a pokemon lmao

-🪸

Okay this is cool and got me brain doing the hyperfocusing thingy so here's a noncannon blurb with Ifrit set at a time when Ifrit's been, mostly, redeemed lol. Probably doesn't make much sense but idk

You stare at Price, unmoving, unblinking. Then your gaze slowly slides to the man sitting across Price's desk. Corporal Simmons shrinks into himself, shoulders hunching and looking down, unable to meet your eyes. He doesn't know why he feels like a little boy in your presence, he's your superior for fuck's sake, but the way you look at him. . . if fucking scares him.

Finally, you speak, voice softer than Simmons expected it to be. It only makes the cold edge to it press against his throat harder. "Captain, with all due respect, which is none." You say, your hard gaze falling back to Captain Price. "What the fuck?"

Price lets out a low sigh, already done with your shit yesterday. "Don't make me write you up private." You both know he won't, you've said and done worse things than this. "You heard me clearly."

"Yeah, I heard you." You say, unable to hide the way your muscles tense, your fingers curled into fists. "I just don't understand why I have to keep the damn leech alive."

Simmon's tries to speak up, "Hey, I'm not-"

"Shut your mouth." The way you say it leaves no room for argument. Even without using magic, Simmons can feel the way it simmers beneath your skin, like lava bubbling beneath the earth. So plentiful and vast it makes his mouth water, stomach coiling itself into knots as red smoke fizzles at his fingers. God, he's so hungry, he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"Captain, there are other mages that would be more than happy to have this parasite attached to them." You grunt, motioning loosely to Simmons. "I don't get why I have to feed the damn thing." You make your disgust for Simmon's painfully clear.

"That's enough private." Price's growl forces you to listen, your attention on him as he stands. "This is an order." His hand reaches out to grip your chin, his touch making your skin prickle even when the balaclava you wear dampens the touch. "You will follow." His blue eyes stare into yours, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. It's almost endearing, the way he does it, but you know enough about dragons to see the hidden dominance in his touch. "Am I clear?"

You feel yourself frown, your eyes narrowing. "If it tries anything funny I'm taking it behind the barn and putting it down."

"Ifrit." The latter half of your callsign rolls off his tongue into a low rumble. Price tightens the hold on your chin, making it clear you're skirting the line of how much you can push before he needs to tan your ass to get some obedience back in you.

It makes your lightning prickle beneath your skin, "Yes sir." You grumble. "I understand."

"Good mage." He tuts and lets you go, "Dismissed."

You nod your head, your eye catching Simmon's as you turn to your heel. "Follow." You say, the sharpness in your voice making him scramble out of his seat after you. He sticks close to you as you walk through the hallways until you reach the training area, the walls and floors singed and blackened from weeks of training.

"Just so you know." You say, turning to look at Simmons. "As far as I'm concerned, death would suit you better." You say as you take off your glove, revealing the cooled mana texture of your mage marks. You hold your hand out, your fingertips starting to glow as you let a bit of mana flow to your palms.

Simmon's nearly stumbles over his feet, hands reaching out to hold your hand. He can't help but moan as he presses his lips to your palm, the smoke coming from his arms curling around your skin. He feels like a starving man finally getting a glass of water, feeling the mana flow into his body. He feels hot, his tongue tingles like he's just eaten something spicy, but god if feels wonderful.

He doesn't think he's ever met a mage with so much plentiful mana as you, his teeth nibbling on the volcanic chunks of your palm as he devours more mana. It curls in his belly, traveling through his veins, making him feel so warm and he just wants more, more, More—

"That's enough." You growl, pulling your hand back and quickly putting your glove back on. "Should be enough for a week." You grunt, leaving him standing where he is.

[ilyasorokinn]

second times the charm , juraj slafkovsky

note, thank you to @antoineroussel for yet another amazing fic exchange! you rock! this fic is for bestie maleeha (@lam-ila). i decided to do grumpy-sunshine (inspired by keeley and roy from ted lasso) and second chance romance. grumpy-sunshine is also one of my fav tropes so i really hope you enjoy this! :) another note, breaking my own rule of not writing for players under 20, but i couldn't pass up the opportunity to write for my favorite slovak. last note, this fic is part of "the lover series", my series about 25 different kinds of relationships. this relationship falls under "second time around". check out this masterlist for more. pair, juraj slafkovsky x reader summary, juraj and y/n were... something some years ago. but that was done and over with. so when y/n comes back as a medical team member, juraj knows there's only so much time to avoid all his problems. warnings, juraj gets injured and i'm not trying to romanticize it. this is my best attempt at grumpy-sunshine, and idk how much of this it really is, but i tried. i tried to leave out as much angst as i could, but with a second-chance romance, there is bound to be some angst, but i promise it'll all lead to a happy ending, i promise! word count, 6869 words (literally the longest thing i’ve ever written on here)

(gif not mine)

You and Juraj had something. You weren't officially dating but you were more than friends. It didn't last too long but lasted long enough to leave an imprint on you. After a while, you started to think about him and it didn't hurt and you moved on with your life.

Juraj had done the same, but his moving on wasn't as progressive as yours. He was almost a shell of who he was before. He was once smiley but that all changed after your breakup.

You knew Juraj played hockey and knew he wanted to play in pro in the big leagues, you just didn't expect the big leagues to be in the same city as you.

You had been hired by the Canadiens a little before the season ended, so you had heard the rumors about Wright being drafted first, but when you watched the draft and watched Juraj, instead, walk across that stage first, you were just as shocked as everyone else was that arena.

On the first day of work, you had given yourself pep talk after pep talk in the mirror, while you were getting ready, in case you would run into Juraj.

For the majority of the day, you were in the clear. You had yet to run into him, but towards the afternoon was when more players started coming in for help.

Juraj was one of those players.

When he saw you, he froze. He stopped walking and just stared at you, like a creep. You turned around and stopped the conversation you were having when you locked eyes with him.

"Y/N?" Your coworker, Lorelei called your name, "You okay?" She followed your line of sight and saw you and Juraj having a staring contest.

"Uh, yeah." You blinked, turning back to Lorelei, "Can you excuse me?" She nodded, watching you walk away, over to Juraj, "...Hi." You let out a breath.

"Hi." He nodded, his voice curt and short, but then again, he was only saying one word.

"Can we talk?"

"Don't think there's anything to talk about." He shrugged.

"Come on, don't be like that."

"Be like what?"

"Can we just talk, Juraj?"

"We really don't have anything to talk about, Y/N." He told you, his tone so sharp it felt like it was stabbing you in the chest.

You picked up how much he really really did not want to talk to you, so you took it as your cue to not push him, "Right." You nodded, "Yeah, right." You walked past him, trying to hide the embarrassment you felt.

Right as you walk out, Arber walked up to him, "Who's she?"

"Ex," Juraj responded gruffly.

"Huh," Arber nodded, "Guessing you didn't end on the best terms?"

"You would be right."

"I gotta say, she looked pretty upset when she was leaving." Juraj simply ignored him.

-

"... and I gotta tell you, I was this close to just punching him in the face." Your date, Milo, laughed as he explained yet another story.

This date, so far, was not going very well.

Milo wasn't a bad guy, it was all you. You subconsciously kept comparing Milo to Juraj, and in that sense, they were both very different guys.

You listened to Milo talk for almost the entire night, and for that entire time, you spent it comparing two guys to each other.

"You okay? You've hardly touched your pasta." Milo pointed out.

"Yeah, I'm great." You plastered on a smile, pushing down the internal battle you were having, "Just really tired. Work." You shrugged.

"Work, right." He nodded, looking like he was ready to ask more questions, "You work where again?"

"I work for a hockey team." You answered, not wanting to start by saying you worked for one of the biggest hockey teams in Canada.

"The Canadiens?" He asked.

"Yeah, medical staff." You nodded.

"Wow." His eyes went wide as h sat back. in his seat. You could practically feel the questions he was gonna ask next, "Do you get free tickets?"

You deflated. It was always 'Do you get free tickets?' and 'Do you know so and so?'.

"I don't get free tickets." You shook your head, leaving out the discounted part.

"Have you met Caufield and Suzuki? Ooh, and the new draft? The Slovak?" He asked excitedly.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, "Yeah, I know them all."

"Wow, that is so cool!" He exclaimed, "I have like a million different questions to ask those guys."

The rest of your date was spent with you answering all of Milo's questions about your work, and usually, you would happy to answer questions about work but in this case, Milo didn't care about what you did for the team, he only cared about the team.

-

Walking on the treadmill was something you found relaxing. Exercise wasn't relaxing to you, but something about walking on the treadmill and just listening to music gave you peace.

You were so in your head, you didn't even realize that someone had started walking on the treadmill beside you and started talking to you. You only realized Arber was talking to you when he tapped you on the shoulder.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt him tap you, "Whoa!"

"Sorry, didn't realize you couldn't hear me."

"Yeah, I listen to my music really loud." You took out your earbuds, "So, can I help you with something? Any injuries?"

"No, I just had some questions." He looked almost shy.

"Can't promise I'll have all the answers." You turned to him.

"You and Juraj..." You sighed, "Didn't expect that reaction." He chuckled.

"I don't know what Juraj told you,"

"Said you were exes and that was it."

"And that's all there is." You shrugged.

"No, come on, I saw your face when you walked out of the locker room the other day, and it was not a happy one."

"The end of our relationship wasn't the best." You furrowed your brows together, trying to find the words, "He wasn't there for me when I needed him. I was putting more effort into the relationship than he was."

"That doesn't sound like Juraj."

"And how long have you known him exactly?" You raised a brow. When he didn't respond, you nodded, "Exactly." Arber watched you and waited for you to continue, "He was a good guy at the beginning, really. He was great. But something changed." You explained.

"I'm sorry." He offered a sympathetic smile.

"Well, if that's all the questions you have..."

Arber got the message and took his leave. He stopped the treadmill, "Thanks."

"Glad I could help." You slipped your earbuds back in and continued your walk.

-

You were watching the game from the medical room. You were lying on the bed in the medbay with Lorelei, eating snacks and enjoying the game.

Everything happened so quickly. One minute Juraj was on the ice and the next he was slammed into the boards by one of the other guys.

The play kept going but Juraj wasn't getting up. You were on your feet, trying to get a better look at what was going on, but when everyone noticed he wasn't getting up, the while was blown and the main medic, your boss Matt, rushed onto the ice.

Matt bent down next to Juraj and was talking to him and you so wished you could've been out there, talking to him. After a lot of waiting, Juraj was helped to his feet, his arms slung over Matt's and a couple other players.

He was shuffled down the tunnel and you could hear the commotion as they got closer and closer to the med room.

They carried him into the room and set him on the bed. You tried to figure out what was going on, "What's wrong?" You asked Matt, fiddling with your necklace nervously.

"I don't know yet. He says his entire left leg hurts, so we're trying. to narrow down where it hurts first." Matt snapped on a pair of gloves as he pushed through the crowd of people surrounding the bed.

Matt started pushing down his leg to find the spot that hurt. He eventually got to Juraj's knee, and when he did, Juraj let out the most pained noise you'd ever heard him make.

They pulled all the padding away and saw that his knee was very dislocated, "Okay, there's our culprit." Matt sighed, running a gloved wrist across his sweaty forehead.

"All right, we're gonna pop it back into place, but it's gonna hurt, I'm not gonna lie." The paramedic in the room told him.

His eyes frantically searched the room and when he found yours, it was almost like he was begging you to hold his hand. And you couldn't deny him of that, so you made your way over and hand his hand.

"Okay, are you ready?" Juraj looked anything but ready, "All right, on the count of three." The paramedic nodded.

You looked over at Juraj and saw the nervous look written all over his face, "You're gonna be okay." You reassured, "Just... think of something else. Think of what you're gonna eat after this or your favorite candy."

"I can't." He shook his head, eyes watering at the pain.

"It's gonna be okay. I promise." You squeezed his hand, "My favorite is Milkyway." He was barely paying attention to as he gritted his teeth in pain. You were tempted to kiss his forehead or something, but that wasn't your job anymore. The most you could offer was your hand.

"One, two, three." Once she hit 3, she snapped his knee back into place. He cried out in pain, "All right, you're all done, Juraj." She announced, "Now we're going to take you to the hospital so you can get further accessed and we'll put a splint on there."

"When will I get to play?" Even with tears on his face, all he was worried about was playing hockey.

"Let's just worry about your getting your knee accessed then we'll worry about playing." The paramedic smiled, pulling up the rails on the gurney.

Your hand slipped from his and you watched them wheel him away, "He's gonna be okay." Lorelei told you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and let Lorelei hug you.

-

After dislocating his knee, Juraj was out for almost 7 weeks, you didn't see much of him, but after he was cleared, it almost seemed like you were seeing him everywhere.

And it was intentional, on Juraj's part. After the accident, it was almost like a wake-up call.

Even though you weren't together, you showed up and were there for him in the medbay, holding his hand and reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.

During practice, you just so happen to be hanging by the bench with Lorelei, talking about your plans, "You sure you don't want to come out with us?" Juraj heard Lorelei ask as he made his way over to the bench to get some water.

"I'm fine, really." You insisted.

"All right, but next time, you're coming out with us."

"All right." You smiled. She walked back down the tunnel, but you sat down on the bench, watching practice.

"You should go out with them." Juraj voiced. As the words escape him, he wanted to hit himself. You turned to him, brows furrowed together, "Sorry, that was wrong."

"It was." You nodded, "But I want to know why you think that?"

"Because I know you, Y/N. You probably don't have many friends right now,"

"Okay, rude." You crossed your arms.

"But am I wrong?"

You hesitated, "No."

"See? So, go. Hang out with them. You'll have fun." He insisted.

"Why are you pushing this so hard? We don't like each other."

"Who said I didn't like you?" Juraj asked in a tone that made him sound offended.

"You did when you brushed me off the other day." You reminded him. You raised a brow when he stayed quiet, "I'll see you around, Juraj." You followed in Lorelei's footsteps and made your way back down the tunnel.

-

With Matt's secondhand medic being out with a cold, you were taking his place behind the bench. So, during the game, you were standing towards the entrance of the tunnel where the second medic usually would be.

"This your first time on the bench?" Cole Caufield asked.

"That obvious?"

"If your good at your job, you've got nothing to be worried about." He offered you a smile.

"Thanks." You nodded.

Juraj, who was sitting further down the bench, saw Cole talk to you. He saw you laugh at a joke Cole made, a total cliche. He looked away, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Not your girl." He muttered to himself in Slovakian so the guys sitting next to him assumed he was just giving himself a pep talk.

-

A couple of days later at practice, you were carrying some supplies to the medbay. Your headphones were in and you were in work mode. You happened to walk past the hallway where the locker room was and happened to make eye contact with Juraj.

He was entering the locker room post-practice. You were prepared to just ignore him and walk past him but he offered you a smile, and when you returned it, confused, he stopped in his tracks and made his way over to you instead.

You furrowed your brows together and set the boxes in your hands on the ground, taking out your earbuds, "Juraj." You greeted, "Hope you aren't injured."

"Nope, all good." He shook his head.

"Good." You nodded.

You stood in silence, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited for him to say something, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"I just... I wanted to say I had no right for talking to you like I did the other day." You were surprised and your face probably showed it, "So, I'm sorry."

You smiled softly, "Thanks. I appreciate it." He smiled in response before turning and heading back over to the locker room. You watched him, a smile on your face and for the first time in a while, Juraj was the cause of it.

-

Somehow you ended up working the medical staff booth at the Habs event. You were standing behind the table, watching as everyone passed by, seemingly having no interest in the medical staff.

You sighed for the umpteenth time, "Excuse me?" You heard a familiar voice and looked up, "Have you ever stitched up Suzuki?" Juraj joked.

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Not yet, but I have stitched up a few of the other guys, ya know, the nobodies." You joked. He nodded along, "Some rookie, Slav-Slafkovsky I think his name was." You laughed when his jaw dropped.

"A nobody? Really?"

"I'm just kidding. You aren't a nobody. You're somebody." You punched him softly in the shoulder from across the table.

"So, where are all the people? Why is your booth so empty?"

"Since you asked so kindly," You joked, "Captain Suzuki and Cole are doing a signing so everyone's probably over there. I'm surprised you aren't over there."

"Why would I be over there?"

"'Cause all your friends are over there and you'd get to take pictures and sign autographs." You shrugged.

"Well, I'm hanging out with a friend right now and I can sign autographs and take pictures from here."

"That's not really what this booth is for, but it's the thought that counts." He shrugged, "Also, we're friends?"

"Are we not?"

"I don't know it's just we don't really talk and on the off chance that we did talk, you were either brushing me off or apologizing."

"I thought we were friends."

"I don't know, I guess we can try to be."

You smiled. He smiled back.

-

Juraj had been replaying your conversation over and over in his head for almost 2 weeks before he finally gathered up the courage to talk to you again.

You and Lorelei were talking in the little dining hall in the arena. He approached your table and when Lorelei saw him approaching, she smirked before pushing her chair out and walking to the fridge, pretending to be busy.

You smiled at Juraj when he sat down next to you, "Hi."

"Hi." He looked nervous.

"Can I help you with something this fine afternoon, friend?" You asked, taking a bite of your sandwich.

"I've been thinking about our conversations for the past 2 weeks." He took a breath, "And I don't want our first conversation as real friends to be an apology, but I need to apologize to you for how our relationship ended." You nodded along cautiously.

"I was a horrible partner to you, and I can't go back in time and change things or stop what happened, but I can offer an apology."

You smiled softly, "I appreciate that. It means a lot." You reached over and grabbed his hand, "But now I think it's time for us to stop apologizing. Well, unless you do something crappy again."

He laughed, "All right, no more apologizing, unless I'm a jerk again."

"Starting now." You held out your hand.

"Now." He nodded, shaking your hand with a laugh.

-

"So, Juraj is doing his first post-practice media since his injury." Lorelei brought it up to you as you were cleaning the medbay.

"Is he?"

"Yeah, he is." She smirked, "Just wanted to let you know, ya know, just in case you want to skip out on me."

"I'm not gonna ditch you." You laughed, but paused, "Hypothetically..."

"Go." She didn't even let you finish.

You smiled before running out of the room and rushing to find the media room where Juraj would be. You stopped in the doorway, surprised that you found the space practically empty save for one reporter sitting in the back row.

Juraj had yet to come in, so you took a seat in the front row. When he did walk into the room, he froze briefly before making his way up to the table.

He locked eyes with you as you flashed him a smile, "Don't all raise your hands at once." He joked.

The man in the back raised his hand, and Juraj called on him, seeing as he was the only guy in the room. He asked his question, and Juraj gave a very "hockey player" response.

Then an awkward silence fell over the room, and Juraj waited for the reporter to ask a question. When he didn't, you quickly raised your hand. He looked surprised when he saw your hand shoot up.

Your arms were moving faster than your brain as you quickly tried to come up with a question, "Yes, in the front." He pointed to you, attempting to hide his shock.

"Yes, Juraj." You nodded, "Y/N Y/L/N with Canadiens Today." He smiled, "My question is what's your pregame meal?"

Juraj laughed, "I'm pretty basic. Pasta guy, maybe throw in some veggies if I'm feeling fun."

You got up from your seat and ran around to the row behind you and took a seat again, raising your hand again. He broke into a smile when he caught onto what you were doing, "Yes, you." He pointed to you.

This went on for a couple more questions. You switching sets and asking him a question. You knew this probably wouldn't get published out into the world, but the room was empty you were there, so you might as well ask the questions.

After media was over, the reporter walked out of the room, but you stayed. Juraj smiled at you, "Thank you for that. It was embarrassing as it was to walk into an empty room."

"We're friends. It's what friends are for." You shrugged, sending him a smile.

-

The Canadiens charity dinner/gala was an event you were looking forward to. Kirby had asked you to go, purely as a friend. He didn't have a date and you were friends.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Sure, thanks." You smiled.

Kirby headed over to the bar while you took in the decorations around the room, "You look nice." Juraj complimented as he approached you.

"Thanks." You smiled, looking back at the large lighting fixture hanging from the ceiling.

"So, you came with Dach?"

"He asked, I accepted." You shrugged.

"We could've gone together."

"You didn't ask." You raised a brow at him, "If you had asked, I would have said yes."

Juraj didn't respond, instead, he took in your words as Kirby made his way back over with your drinks in hand, "Hey, good to see you." Kirby greeted, handing you your drink.

"Yeah, you too." Juraj nodded his head, "I'm gonna go find my seat." Juraj turned and walked towards the tables, trying to find his name card.

You and Kirby followed in his footsteps and made your way over to the tables to find your own name tags. To your luck, you were seated at the same table as Juraj and a few of the other guys.

"What a fun coincidence." You laughed, taking your seat, Juraj on your left and Kirby on your right.

"Yeah." Juraj managed a laugh, one that didn't quite reach his eyes but you and everyone else at the table failed to realize.

Once everyone else got situated and seated at their tables, the event organizers gave a speech and a few other higher-up team members.

Eventually, the appetizer came out, and when you got a chance to look at what was on your plate, you stared at it, "Everything okay?" Kirby asked, noticing your intense staring competition with the olives and cherry tomatoes mixed in with the salad on the plate.

"Oh, yeah, all good." You nodded, "Not the biggest fan of olives and tomatoes." Juraj knew it was the understatement of the year. You absolutely hated both of them.

You pushed the olives and tomatoes to the side of your plate, trying not to make a scene. Juraj, without even thinking, reached over and scooped the two things off your plate and onto his.

You stared at him, watching him eat the olives and tomatoes from his own salad, "What're you doing?"

"You hate them." He shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Juraj..." You sighed.

"What? Were you gonna eat them?" He asked.

"No."

"Then why waste food?" He shrugged again. You laughed, shaking your head and reaching for your drink, rejoining the conversation.

Juraj felt almost like he had won. He made you smile and that was a win in his book.

-

You were slipping a shirt over your head when you heard a knock on your hotel room door. This was one of the first roadies you and Lorelei were given the "okay" from Matt to come.

You assumed it was Lorelei but when you opened it, you were surprised to find Juraj instead, "Oh." You halted in your steps.

"Hi." He stood in the doorway nervously.

"Hi." You smiled, "Gosh, you're shaking like a leaf. Are you okay? Are you cold?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded, "I was just-I came to ask you-I was wondering-"

"Juraj, geez, it's just me. Calm down, take a breath." You chuckled, watching him stutter over his words.

"Do you want to hang out with me today?" He finally spat out.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I already have plans." Everyone was given the day off so you and Lorelei were planning on checking out the city and being tourists.

"I talk to Lorelei already. She's spending the day with a few of the other guys."

"Wow, you really thought this through." You laughed, "What did you have planned?"

"Well, I've never been to Seattle before, so maybe we can start there?"

"Well, you're in luck, I've been before and I know all the best places."

"Great." You grabbed your bag, a jacket and your room key then stepped out into the hallway together.

You did all the touristy things with Juraj. You visited the Space Needle, visited Pike Place Market, and even got coffee from the first Starbucks.

You tried to convince him it was just overpriced Starbucks that you would have to wait in an hour-long line for, but he wanted the experience and who were you to deny him of that?

After spending the entire day exploring the city, you and Juraj sat down for dinner at a little lowkey restaurant, nothing fancy, "So, did you enjoy the Y/N Tour today?"

"I did. I'd give you 5 stars."

"Ah, thanks." You laughed, "What was your favorite part of today?"

"The Needle was fun."

"I figured it would be."

"Why is that?"

"'Cause it was my favorite too, and we like a lot of the same things." You answered, taking a bite of your sandwich.

He watched you while you watched the people outside the window. He smiled, taking a bite of his own sandwich as he followed your eyes and people-watched along with you.

Later that night, you and Juraj were walking back down the hallway toward your hotel room, "I'm glad you asked me to be your tour guide today."

"Yeah, well it was either you or Wifi, and don't tell him I told you this, but I think you're prettier than him." You laughed as you slid your room key into the lock.

"Well, goodnight, Juraj. I'll see you tomorrow." You smiled.

"See you tomorrow." He repeated, sending you a smile.

You closed the door and shucked off your jacket and bag. Right as you kicked off your shoes, there was a knock on your door. Your brows furrowed together as you made your way back over to the door.

"Did you forget something?"

"Yeah, I did." He nodded, "Can I kiss you?" You blinked like a fish, trying to comprehend what he said, "I would've just gone for it without asking, but you always tell me consent is important."

Your brain started working again, and you smiled, "Yeah, you can kiss me." You nodded. He leaned forward, cupping your cheek and kissing you. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

As you pulled away, you could see something in his eyes. It wasn't regret nor was it joy, he looked conflicted, "Are you okay?" You asked.

Instead of responding, he pushed your arms away and turned in the opposite direction, walking towards his hotel room. He left you standing there, confused.

-

The morning after the kiss, you tried to confront him during breakfast, but by the time you made it down for breakfast, he had already left for practice.

"So he kissed you and bailed?" Lorelei asked.

"Just walked away." You nodded.

"That's strange." She commented, "I'm not a betting woman, Y/N, but if I were, I would bet a whole paycheck that Juraj is still in love with you."

You shook your head with a roll of your eyes, "That's not true."

"Oh, it absolutely is. and your denying it is silly. I know you still like him, maybe even love him."

"I don't love him." You denied once again.

"All right, you don't." She shrugged.

-

Juraj had been avoiding you. He didn't know how to confront you. He kissed you. It had been a good kiss, great even. But for some reason, he ran off.

He knew he had to confront you and admit how he really felt, but the one thing he was scared of more than anything was being rejected. He could handle you hating him and not talking to him and being upset with him, but he could not physically handle you rejecting him.

He had tried on numerous occasions to approach you. He approached you but when opened his mouth, nothing came out. Another time, he, once again, opened his mouth to say something, but someone else called your name and before you noticed him, you were being pulled in another direction.

When he saw you walking down the hall, he knew he had to say something, "Y/N." He called out.

You looked up from your phone and when you saw it was him, you were ready to turn around and walk in the opposite direction, "No, wait, please." He begged.

You slowly turned around to face him, and slid your hands into your pockets, "Can I talk to you?"

"Isn't that what we're doing right now?" He winced at the way the sentence had come out, but he knew he deserved it. After all, he kissed you and then ran off.

"Right, I just wanted to clarify something." You nodded, "I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to run off like that, I swear. I just, I think my legs moved faster than my brain." You were confused and your face must've shown it.

"What I'm trying to say is I wanted to kiss you, and I had it all planned out in my head. I was gonna kiss you, and I was gonna confess my feelings for you, but then I ran because I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way. Still am, by the way. Scared you won't feel the same."

"Juraj..."

"I like you, Y/N, and boy does it feel good to say that. Because I've been holding that in for so long. Longer than I'd like to admit." You simply stared at him, eyes wide.

"Say something." He begged. But you couldn't. You were shocked. He actually liked you. He frowned when you didn't respond, only stare at him. He took your silence as his answer and once again, turned and left you alone again.

-

You sat by yourself in the arena, trying to understand what just happened. You were an artist, but you could draw the look on Juraj's face when you didn't say anything, and it hurt that your brain didn't move fast enough to say anything.

No one was in the arena except for the Zamboni which was going over the ice, but you were sitting in the nosebleeds section so you would be left alone by anyone on the ice.

"What're you doing up here by yourself?" You turned around to see Arber standing a few seats away.

"Thinking."

"Hmm." He hummed, "You and Juraj look the same. You're both moping, which means something happened, so spill."

"I messed up." You told him in a tone that let Arber know that it was more than a little mistake. He sat down in the chair next to you. You filled him in on what happened and he sat there and listened, he didn't interrupt you.

"You know what you have to do?" You looked over at him, "You gotta tell him how you feel. You're both hurting. It's so clear you both still have feelings for each other, and the only way to stop the hurting is to admit the truth. Tell him how you feel, Y/N. What's stopping you?"

"You didn't see his face. He was heartbroken."

"Then go." He told you.

-

You stared at his door, hesitating. After a few mental pep talks, you finally raised your hand to knock on his door. You heard someone making their way to the door, and when it opened, instead of Juraj, you were met with his roommate.

"Are you here for Juraj?"

"Yeah." You nodded. His roommate moved out of the way just enough for you to enter. When you walked in, you looked around.

"He's in his room." He pointed down the hall to Juraj's room. You knocked on his door and waited for a response.

"Come in." You opened the door and saw him laying in his bed, looking just as miserable as you, "What're you doing here?"

"You didn't let me say anything."

"I did. I waited."

"Then that's my fault. I was trying to figure out what to say, but I couldn't get it out."

He stared at you, trying to decipher what was happening, "Are you here to reject me again?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you about something else." You stepped into his room, shutting the door behind you, "I talked with Arber, who gave me some good advice."

"Did he now?"

"Juraj," You took a breath, "I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier. But I'm here now, and I want to say I feel the same way about you." He raised a brow, "I like you, too. Maybe even love you, but I'm not sure about that yet."

He stared at you the same way you had stared at him when he proclaimed his feelings for you, "I probably always have and always will. Somewhere along the way, I forgot about that because I was blinded by the hurt and pain you caused, but seeing you again and spending time with you, it was like all those feelings came rushing back like a waterfall."

He smiled as he listened to you. He could tell you meant it as he watched you, "You don't have to love me right now 'cause I'll love enough for the both of us."

He jumped out of bed and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly, "I do love you." He spoke into your hair before kissing your head. You smiled, letting out a happy and relieved sigh as you hugged him back, relishing the feeling of having his arms back around you.

-

"Special delivery!" Lorelei announced walking into the medbay with a package in her hands, "Special delivery for one Mrs. Y/N Slafkovsky." She joked.

"Okay, you can stop with the wedding jokes. We aren't married, we're just dating. We're taking things slow."

"I know, but it's still funny." She set the box down on the table. You looked over at her, "What? Are you gonna open it?"

You laughed, grabbing a pair of scissors and opening the box. You smiled happily when you pulled out all the bubble wrap, revealing heaps and heaps of Milkyway bars.

"What is it?" Lorelei asked.

"Milkyway." You pulled out a bar and unwrapped it, taking a bite.

-

"Come on, as my girlfriend you have to wear my jersey."

"I already have a jersey."

"Yeah, with some other guy's name on it."

"I'll be sure to tell your captain he's just another guy." You joked.

"Please?" He begged.

"I'm kidding. Of course, I'll wear it." You grabbed it from him and set it aside. You wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him, "Be great."

"Always am." He wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"Score a goal for me."

"Who do you think I am? That would make me the worst boyfriend in the world. With you in the crowd? Now I've gotta do it."

"I'm in the crowd more often than you'd think." You reminded him, "Behind the bench and all."

"But this is different." He pointed out.

"All right, whatever you say." You smiled, pushing yourself up. He got the picture and leaned down, kissing you.

During warm-ups, he skated past multiple times, slammed into the glass a few times, and right before he skated off the ice, he tossed a puck over the glass to you and winked.

You smiled, slipping into your pocket, "You're making me feel really lonely." Lorelei joked.

"Sorry." You laughed.

"Don't you dare apologize." She nudged you softly.

-

Halfway through the 3rd period, the Habs were up by 2 and things looked like they were only going up from there. You watched as Jake Evans passed it to Anderson who passed it back to Jake. He skated down the ice, looking for someone to pass to.

Juraj hopped off the bench after switching with another player. Jake passed it over to Juraj, who skated around the Yotes player and tricked the goalie.

He looked like he was going left, but instead shot from the right. You jumped out of your seat and hugged Lorelei as the goal horn sounded.

Juraj was pulled into hugs by his teammates as he celebrate. Before he skated over to the bench, he pointed over to you. When you locked eyes, he blew you a kiss, dedicating his goal to you.

You laughed as you felt eyes from everywhere on you. The celly replayed as he skated past you and pointed to you and blew you a kiss.

"I'm calling that the Y/N goal." Lorelei joked, nudging you with her arm softly.

-

When you woke up that morning, you felt like everything was wrong. That could have partly been because you woke up late and accidentally pressed stop instead of snooze. And when you got to work, it felt like things were only going worse.

So, during your lunch break, you found yourself on the treadmill, trying to not cry as the stress of your day got to you. You walked at the slowest speed as you closed your eyes and tried to breathe.

"Hey, I've been looking for you all day." Juraj joined you on the treadmill next to you. He was walking at a faster pace as he talked about his day.

He was telling you a funny story about how practice was going when he looked over and noticed you weren't paying attention, "Hey, you okay?"

You opened your eyes, "No, everything is bad."

"What do you mean?"

"Today has not been good, and I've been trying to turn it around, but it's not working."

"Do you want to keep talking about it?" You shook your head, "Are you gonna cry?" You nodded, "All right." He stopped his treadmill and turned yours off.

You stood at the end of the treadmill as he wrapped you in a hug, letting you cry out all the emotions from the day. He didn't say anything, he only rubbed your back and let you cry, and placed a few kisses on your head.

-

About a month after your first game, you were sitting in a different spot in the arena, but it was still out of your price range if you were to buy your own ticket.

You watched Juraj get into a fight then watched him get ejected. The fight wasn't anything bad and it wasn't any different than any other fight, but something was wrong with him, you could see it.

You gathered your stuff up and made your way down to the locker room. You peeked into the locker room and saw him sitting in his stall, looking as dejected as ever.

He heard your footsteps walking into the room, then looked down, "You aren't supposed to be in here during the game." You ignored him and approached him, "Did you hear me? You aren't supposed to be here."

You sat down next to him and reached for his hand. You didn't say anything, but when you slipped your hand into his, his body deflated. and he melted into you.

You didn't say anything as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He leaned down and leaned his head on your shoulder as his body molded into yours.

And that was that. Neither of you said anything. You only sat in the locker room, Juraj clinging to you in silence.

-

You and Juraj were sitting in different rooms in your apartment. He came over after practice and the two of you kind of just stayed in separate rooms doing your own thing.

You made your way out of your bedroom and into the kitchen but as you passed the living room, you saw Juraj sprawled out on your couch. His eyes were closed but you could tell he wasn't asleep.

You set your mug down on the table next to the couch and sat down next to him. You ran your hands up his arm, then leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"You finally done?"

"Almost. One more paragraph then I'm all yours for the rest of the night." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to lay on his chest, "One more paragraph, come on." You laughed.

"That's too much." He whined, closing his eyes as if he were going to fall asleep.

"No, come on. I'm almost done!" You begged. He only pretended to snore. You sighed, laying your head on his chest as you gave in to your fate.

You both eventually fell asleep and when you. woke up, it was much late. You woke up before him and looked up at him tiredly, smiling.

"Creep." He muttered as he opened his eyes and saw you staring at him. You rolled your eyes.

He yawned as he began waking up, "Don't you think it's crazy that almost a year ago you couldn't even be in the same room as me."

"Crazy." He hummed.

"Sometimes good things really do take time." You smiled.

"Well, then I'm glad I waited." He leaned down, kissing you softly.

-

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Pretty Boy

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors DNI), swearing, needy subby-ish josh, dry humping, praise, fluff, josh being a lil sad (bc that indeed needs a warning), biting? like once, a lot of pet names cause i'm a slut for that, uhh i don't think there's anything else but let me know if i missed anything.

AN: babby posts writing?!? it's a christmas miracle! this has been in my drafts for literally ever but i kinda revised it and decided why the fuck not. idk if i'm really happy with it but i wanted to get something posted and i'm deep in josh land so this is what happened. heavily inspired by the need i have for josh to be in my lap. it's not my best and it's short but i hope you all enjoy it anyway :)

this is also my first time writing in second person and it wasn't as hard as i thought so maybe all my fics will be like that from now on, but with my inconsistency, who knows  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You were sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand reading your favorite book for the umpteenth time when you heard the front door slam. The jingling of keys were heard as they were set on the little hook by the door and you peeked over to where your beautiful lover stood, toeing off his shoes with a heavy sigh. Josh looked absolutely drained, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and shoulders tight with an unknown tension. Nevertheless, the sight of him made you smile. He’d been so busy recently, putting the finishing touches on the band’s newest album, and it felt like he hadn’t been home in ages. 

Josh trudged over to where you sat on the couch, his lips pursed in a slight pout as he bent down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, and then planted a chaste peck on your lips. “Hey, mama,” he said with a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes and it seemed forced. 

“Hi, baby. How was work?” you asked, handing him the glass of wine knowing that he could probably use it. He sighed with a roll of his eyes and took a gulp of the red in the glass. 

“Don’t wanna talk about work,” he shook his head, running a hand down his tired face. You nodded, knowing that wasn’t true. Josh always said he didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him, but in fifteen minutes or less, he’d be venting. 

“Okay, we don’t have to talk. But come sit with me, I miss you,” you shut your book, laying it on the coffee table before patting the space beside you. Josh flopped down on the cushion, sinking into the softness before you cuddled up to his side, head on his chest and arm thrown around his waist. His hand made its way into your hair, smoothing it over and pressing his fingers lightly into your scalp. His lips left a kiss on your temple as you listened to the song of his heartbeat, his body heat warming you up. 

“How was your day? Hope it was better than mine,” he whispered, lips on your forehead. 

“Boring without you,” you answered. “I put those shelves up in the bedroom, did the laundry, and cleaned up the kitchen. Just stuff that needed to get done,” you shrugged and felt his chest rumble with a small laugh. 

“What a pretty little homemaker you are,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you laughed along with him, shoving his side playfully. “I’m happy you're home.”

“I’m happy to be home,” he replied with a hum. “Today was just not my day. Sam was extra late today and cranky, we found out that one of the takes for a song we recorded was almost completely unusable, Jake was being an ass, I didn’t get to eat lunch, and just to top it all off, I got a fucking flat tire on the way home,” Josh ranted, face becoming redder with each inconvenience he recalled. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you pouted at him, genuinely upset that he had such a bad day. Josh was the sweetest, kindest man you’d ever met. He deserved nothing but the most wonderful days. “I can’t do much but would a cuddle help?” you asked hopefully, pushing yourself away from him and opening your arms welcomingly. Josh smiled, the first real one you’d seen, his pearly white perfect teeth on display, looking just a little bit happier at the suggestion. 

“A cuddle always helps,” he grinned. You readjusted yourself in your seat, lifting the blanket up with one hand and patting your lap with the other. 

Josh got up before plopping himself down in your lap, straddling you with a leg on the side of each hip. His head burrowed into your neck as you laid the blanket back over the both of you. Your left hand moved to his curls, raking your fingers through them while your right hand slid under the back of his shirt, nails training up and down his spine. He wrapped himself around you like a koala, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and body wash, taking slow deep breaths and calming himself. 

With his incessant need for constant physical touch, you’d found out early in your relationship that this was the ideal position for Josh to get what he needed to ground himself and calm down. Everyone needed to be held sometimes, and he was no exception. His arm tenderly wrapped around your waist as he gave you a squeeze, his breath warm and soothing against your neck. “Is there anything else on your mind, lover?” you asked, leaning your cheek against his head as you continued to rub his back. 

“Just miss you, I guess,” he mumbled into your skin. “Feels like forever since we’ve been like this. Miss holding you, being held by you. Miss your kisses, touching you, loving on you. Just miss you.”

“I miss you too, Josh,” you sighed, feeling tears well in your eyes at the thought of him feeling so starved for attention and affection and love. “But we’re here now, and you’re off for the next few days, aren’t you?”

He nodded, hair tickling your face. “Yeah, wanna spend them just like this,” he hummed, completely and utterly content. 

After a few moments he lifted his head, moving to rest his forehead against yours. His lips gently pressed into yours  and he melted against you even more, your hands moving to hold his hips. Your lips melded together as he poured all his love into you with a kiss that said I love you, I miss you, I need you. 

Josh deepened the kiss as his mouth parted, a tiny high pitched whine escaping his throat. His hands moved from behind you to tug at the bottom of your shirt. “Want it off,” he muttered against your lips. You smiled before pulling back, tugging your shirt off carelessly and tossing it behind you as he did the same with his own. He groaned at the sight of your naked chest and you could feel him grow hard in his pants from where he sat in your lap. “You’re so beautiful, mama,” Josh whispered before reconnecting your lips, his tongue immediately tangling with yours in a sloppy kiss. You swallowed the wanton moans and sighs that left him, gulping them down greedily as his hips began to move against you on their own accord. “Fuck,” he shuddered when his hips caught a particularly good spot.

“Feel good, sweet boy?” you asked, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His face was flushed and his eyes were clazed over with lust and love and pleasure. “It’s been so long, you must be real pent up, huh?”

“Yeah,” his breath hitched and eyes clenched shut as he ground his covered c ock against your lower stomach. “I had plans, y’know. Soon as I got home, was gonna make you cum on my tongue, then my fingers. Then I was going to fuck you, slow and sweet, just like you deserve.”

“We can still do all that, baby,” you kissed his neck, sucking and biting in all the places you knew drove him crazy. “But you deserve this, and you look so fucking pretty like this, Joshua.”

He keened high in his throat, the noise needy as his hands grappled at your sides, squeezing the soft flesh. “Say that again, please?”

“You like being called pretty, baby?” you whispered into his ear as his head dropped to your shoulder, his hips grinding faster against you now. “You wanna be my pretty good boy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, biting lightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Gonna be so good for you, promise.”

“You already are, baby,” you said, and he was. Josh was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen, all the time. When he was on stage performing for thousands, when he was concentrating with his tongue poking between his lips, when he was sitting as still as he possibly could while getting his rhinestones applied, but he was especially pretty like this when he was sat on your lap, grinding his hips back and forth feverishly chasing that high that was building in the pit of his stomach. You kissed his bare shoulder, loving the feeling of his naked chest pressed against yours, how his hips rutted into you without care, how his neck and chest and ears were all blushed pretty pink. Your hands held his hips firmly, helping guide his movements, to grind him down on you just a little bit harder. “You’re always so good for me, Josh. So good to me. No one has ever loved me like you do, cared for me like you do, fucked me like to do, made me cum like you do. My best boy, the sweetest boy in the world, and you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“All yours, all fucking yours,” he gasped and lifted his head and threw it back, an expression of pure bliss etched onto his god-like face. 

“God, I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Do you know how many people would kill to see you like this and I get it all the time, anytime I want,” you mouthed at his collar bones and moved one hand from his hip to cup the bulge in his pants. “You’re so hard, pretty boy. This must hurt. You wanna cum?”

“So bad,” he nodded, his back arching while he ground into the palm of your hand. You could almost feel him throb through his pants. 

“Go ahead, cum for me,” you leaned up to capture his lips once more. “Just like this. I wanna see it.”

“But my pants,” he whined but didn’t stop or slow his movements. 

“I don’t care, and I don’t think you do either. Now c’mon, make a mess, pretty boy.”

A broken moan clawed from the deep within his chest as his hips stuttered against you and a warm wet spot blossomed on the front of his pants, darkening the fabric. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried before slowing the movement of his hips gradually, riding out his high. 

When it finally died down, he slumped forward and pressed a row of kisses across your shoulder, breaths coming out in heavy pants. “Feel better?” you asked, hand tangling in his hair once more. 

“So much,” he smiled with an airy, fucked out giggle. “Thank you, darling. I needed that so bad, you have no idea.”

“Anything for my pretty boy,” you ran a hand over his warm face before tapping his hip. “Now get up and I’ll run us a bath, then we can order-in dinner. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.”

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exposé | pt 2

summary: a daily bugle journalist shows up to the spider-society headquarters, to set the record straight and write the first exclusive piece from leader miguel o’hara. pt 1

inspiration: c.ai prompt from @stormcurls_ & dividers from @anitalenia ۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 🩰

wc: 10.7k

content warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!, lowkey descriptions of reader?, prob contingency issues idk

a/n: i hate proofing sm so there may be mistakes i just wanted to publish this! + it’s my first time writing smut so it’s prob not good lo siento mucho

It’s been two weeks since your brief interview with Miguel and you promised him you would talk to his receptionist first. But when she gave you the workaround every time you called, you decided to show up, as it’s much harder to turn someone away in person. To your dismay, it wasn’t harder in person, just more demeaning to your self-esteem. The receptionist was brutally criticizing, after all, it was obvious you weren’t a Spider-person and the headquarters was a sacred spot for those who were.

That was reasonable, but ouch.

Miguel was filling out paperwork when he heard his office assistant on the phone, who appeared to be barely engaged in the argument that was ostensibly coming from the other line. He scowled as he heard the receptionist was giving someone a hard time for being a “normal person” and requesting an audience with him. He almost rolled his eyes in aggravation, that’s all it took for him to know it was you and he instantly picked up the receiver and spoke in a solid, authoritative tone.

"Put her through to me now." His tone left no room for probing and his associate was alarmed at his command, nevertheless doing it right away.

Soft breathing accompanied the other end as the woman you were speaking to was cut off abruptly. “Mr. O’Hara... Is this a bad time?” 

Your voice was like flowers blooming in his ears and Miguel's expression immediately softened as he heard your voice again. He didn't expect to hear from you again this soon, then again, he had very little sense of time, but he certainly wasn't complaining about it. 

"Princess. It's never a bad time for you." He leaned back in his chair, a small smirk forming on his face as he held the receiver to his ear.

“Oh... okay. I was trying to set an appointment like you told me to, but your receptionist doesn’t believe that you and I have any business together.” You clarified, turning around as the office personnel gave you disbelieving eyes, confused how you actually made it to Miguel how you did.

Miguel's smirk faded as he heard her words, and he let out a deep sigh in frustration, an annoyed look appearing on his face. "My receptionist, right... I'll have a word with her later. Don't worry about that. She'll put you through from now on, no matter what." His voice was firm, and there was a hint of... something there. Dare you say possessiveness?

“I don’t want to cause a stir, I’m sorry. I know you’re a very busy man and you can’t set aside time for just anybody.” Knowing already from his tone he was willing to clear his calendar if you asked, you still wanted to feign some manners.

Miguel's frown deepened, he hated hearing that apologetic tone in your voice. "Just anybody? You're not just anybody, princess. If you want to see me, I'll make time for you, no matter how busy I am." He paused for a moment, then continued in a lower, almost purring tone. "Besides... I quite enjoyed our last 'meeting', didn't you?"

“A little too much.” You mumbled, swearing at yourself again as you knew he picked it up. 

Miguel's smirk returned as he heard the muffled whisper, a low chuckle rising in his throat. She was very bad at hiding her feelings. He leaned back further in his chair and spoke in a low, amused tone. "What was that, princess? I didn't quite catch that last part."

Quick to lie and hopeful he would move on from her comment, you rebutted, “I just said that it was very enlightening but much too short. When can I see you again, I mean meet with you?” Did you sound too eager?

Miguel let out a minor huff as you hastily changed the subject. He knew damn well what you said, but he'd let you have dignity for now. He leaned forward in his chair again, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "How soon can you be here, princess? I'm sure I can squeeze you into my schedule if you get here right away."

His acceptance brought a giddy smirk to your face, “It’s a good thing you said that, because I’m downstairs and security won’t let me up without an escort.”

Miguel's grin widened into a modest smile at her words. He hadn't expected this, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He sat up in his chair and spoke in a commanding, but somewhat satisfied tone. "Is that so? Well then, that's good." He paused for a moment, then continued in a low, suggestive tone. "I'll be right down to collect you, princess. Stay where you are."

You waited patiently downstairs, avoiding eye contact with the security guard who was giving a snobbish glare that you didn’t belong here. The building was huge so you knew it would take a moment for Miguel to reach ground level, so you took the time to adjust the tight dress that accentuated your many curves. Knowing who you were dealing with this time made you crave his attention, as scary as it was, even more. You used this to your advantage to wear something that was very flattering on your voluptuous figure and took a little more time on your appearance.

Miguel walked out of the elevator moments later, his eyes effortlessly spotting you in the crowd, his gaze immediately settling on your figure. His eyes roved over your curves, the way your dress squeezed you just right, and a low, appreciative hum rose in his throat.

He walked towards you, closing the distance with only a few strides of his long legs. A small, shameless smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he stopped in front of you, his eyes unabashedly drinking in every detail of you. "You know, no one in this lobby can take their eyes off you. They're all ogling you, princess."

A deep blush hit your cheeks immediately, and you were quick to shift your belongings in front of your chest, self-conscious at his compliment that meant to do the opposite for your self-esteem. “I think they’re actually just ogling you, sir.”

Miguel chuckled as he watched you blush and move around subconsciously, you were obviously a bit flustered from the thought of people watching you so intensely, at least in his mind. "They're not looking at me, princess. They're looking at you... because you are utterly beautiful." 

He paused for a moment, then he reached out and gently took you by the elbow, his large hand wholly enveloping your smaller arm. His gaze darkened slightly. "And they have no right to look at you like that."

Thank God Miguel couldn’t hear your thoughts, her brain was moving a thousand miles per second. The effect he had on you was palpable, and you can see it on more than just your face. He could smell you, from your perfume to the excitement that effervesced in your abdomen. Goosebumps littered your skin where his hand touched your arm. 

Miguel could see the effect he had on you vividly and smirked. He could almost hear your heart pounding in your chest as you blushed and your skin reacted to his touch. Tightening his grip on you ever so slightly, he led you into the elevator, where his large hand completely enveloped your arm. The elevator doors closed, and they were alone, just the two of them in the large space, that felt so confined with the way the tension took up all the room.

He glanced down at you for a moment, his smirk growing slightly as his eyes roved over her form again.

You turned to meet his gaze, speaking before he had the chance to, “Thank you for saving me.”

Miguel chuckled slightly as she spoke, his gaze meeting you. He took a step closer to her in the lift, only a few inches separating them. He still had a hold on your forearm, his grip firm but not painful. He would be lying if he said his hero complex was basking in the glory of you, his little fangirl that would do anything for him, it stroked his ego as thoughts of you stroking his cock flooded his mind.

"I'm always happy to save a pretty lady from prying eyes." He leaned in slightly, towering over you. He looked down with a dark, intense look in his eyes.

As much as you’d fantasized having a moment like this with your superhero crush, you knew you had to get work done before indulging in personal pleasures, so you were forced to change the subject. “And to think that the last time I saw you, you almost tore me to shreds for showing up in your office at 7 o’clock at night.”

Miguel smirked slightly, fascinated by you but turned on. He remembered that last time all too well, the way you had stumbled and stuttered through your personal questions. And the way you had looked in that short dress, all flushed and nervous.

He took another, more deliberate step forward, bringing them almost chest to chest in the small elevator. He leaned down slightly, his face tantalizingly close to yours, his voice low and rough. "I wasn't being entirely inviting at that time, princess. I can’t just trust anyone who walks through the dorm no matter how gorgeous they are.” He paused, fighting the urge to play with your loose curls. “I was just... In a particularly bad mood, I guess."

“Which villain was it that time?” Was he allowed to disclose that information to her? Her voice matched his low volume, the tension thick. Even though it was a large elevator, his body surrounded you and it made you feel like the only person in the world. It was dizzying.

Miguel chuckled, a low, gruff sound that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned closer, so close that your noses were nearly touching, and his hand slid from her elbow to her hip, his large hand enveloping it entirely. He had her practically pinned against the wall of the elevator, his body towering over you, his presence surrounding her. "It was Electro. He was being an absolute pain in my ass, and I had a shitty enough day already at that point."

“I’m sorry,” Your eyes began to flutter short as his lips were almost touching your glossy coated lips, but a DING! pulled you away from him as quickly as you had the moment.

Miguel's smirk widened into a small smile as she began to flutter her eyes, your gaze growing lidded as his lips neared you, but the not-so–sudden stop of the elevator snapped both of you back to reality. He took a reluctant step back, his hand leaving your hip as he reached out to place it on the small of your back instead, guiding you out of the elevator as you reached his floor. He led you through the hallway, walking beside you with his hand on your back, the heat from his touch seeping through the dress’s thin material and burning into your skin.

You didn’t mean to shrug off his touch, but you didn’t want anyone to look at you weird, like they would some random woman sleeping with Miguel for fame and notoriety. You didn’t work this hard for your reputation to be tainted like that.

Miguel's expression darkened slightly at her action as she shrugged off his hand. He noted the way she seemed to be nervous about anyone seeing them together, and he didn't like it. He wanted you to be proud to be seen with him, not ashamed and nervous. He kept his hand on the small of your back, moving you along with him as he led her down the hallway, force with more pressure than before so you couldn’t push him away again. He leaned in close to you, his voice a low, rough whisper in your ear. "You don't have to worry about anyone else here but me, princesa. I'm the boss here."

“Yes sir.” You whispered, following him into his office as he shut the blinds for the office staff to see into. After Miguel closed the window, he obscured the view into his office from the rest of the Spider-Society. He turned around to face you, a small, possessive smirk on his face as he watched her.

"Good girl."

He closed the expanse between them, crossing the room to stand in front of you and closing you in against his desk. He placed his hands on the edge of the desk, on either side of your thighs, effectively trapping her against his desk and his body.

“Miguel... I must work on this article.” You whispered, not wanting this moment to end, although it was everything you ever dreamed of.

Miguel chuckled deep in his throat, the sound low and rough. He leaned down, his face only a few inches away from you, his eyes roving over her. He enjoyed having her pinned against his desk like this, trapped with no way to get away from him. "Work can wait, princess. Let me play with you a little bit first." He leaned in even closer, his body practically pressed against yours as his mouth neared, and his voice was huskier than you’ve ever heard it.

You grabbed his tie to pull his mouth close to yours, inviting him to finish what he started just to ultimately tease him. “I prefer to not be bent over this desk, so can we please get some work done first? I am on a deadline after all.”

Miguel chuckled, a low, rough sound in his throat. He was more than happy to continue what they’d started, but he supposed he could wait a little longer. "Fine, fine. We’ll get some work done first, princess." He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours as he spoke. "But afterwards, you’re all mine. Understood?”

“Yes sir...” You whispered, biting your lip, nodding agreement.

"Good girl…" Miguel leaned in, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and biting it gently before pulling back with a smirk. He finally let go of you, taking a small step back and clearing his throat to compose himself. "Now, let’s finish this piece so we can get back to… more important things."

“So eager, Mr. O’Hara. Who holds the cards now?” You said with a smirk as you sat in the comfortable chair and pulled out your notes. Your words were ironic considering the scene that just played out on top of his workstation, you at his complete mercy, but neither of you would comment on that.

Miguel chuckled as you sat down with a newfound confidence, his smirk never leaving his face. He was still itching to continue what they'd started a few minutes earlier, but he could be patient. "Don't get too cocky, princess.” He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms as he watched you start to take notes. “But it’s cute that you think you have any control right now….”

“The tent in your pants says otherwise...” You purred in a sing-song voice.

Miguel’s eyes darkened further at your words, his smirk growing wider. “Watch it, princess. You’re going to get me all worked up again and I won’t hold back this time.”

His eyes roved over her body, taking in the form of her dress and the way it clung to her curves, still slightly tousled from your interaction. He ached to touch you again, but he knew it. You smirked and playfully rolled your eyes, before opening the binder and turning on the recorder.

Miguel let out a low chuckle, enjoying the way her playful eye roll made him want you even more. He pushed himself off the desk and took a seat in the chair directly across from you, leaning back in his chair and crossing his ankles. He still couldn’t keep his eyes off that dress, the way the fabric clung to every divot. He leaned forward, resting one elbow on the desk and his chin on his palm as he looked at her.

"Alright, princess. Let’s hear what you’ve got for me."

Not holding back, you located the first question you prioritized since you were here last. “If you could say anything to JJJ, what would it be?”

Miguel smirked, his expression darkening at the mention of the old man. The thought of the reporter and his constant slandering of him made his blood boil. Well, she was straight to the hard-hitting questions, and it threw him only slightly off guard.

"If I could say anything to JJJ? I would tell him that he’s a narrow-minded, self-righteous, bigoted prick who’s just jealous that I'm a million times more successful than he’ll ever be." His tone was the opposite of what it was a second ago, thankfully he didn’t see you as an extension of your dad, or who knows how he would have treated you?

“You must know that in every universe that we know of, he hates Spider-man in each one. That makes his hatred canon, doesn’t it? Isn’t that an important concept for you.” You spoke into the microphone watching his reaction tentatively.

Miguel’s expression clouded at the question, the mention of JJJ’s revulsion for Spider-Man in every universe bringing back hostile memories. He stiffened at the reminder, and his voice came out rougher than before. “Yes, I'm well-aware that he hates Spider-Man in every universe. And yes, it seems his hatred is a sort of canon event. What’s your point?”

“Keeping that in mind, do you think that his unorthodox approach is partially a driving factor for making Spider-Man the great guy that he is?”

Miguel recoiled even further at her question, the thought of JJJ being in any way a contributing factor for Spider-Man’s greatness was like a knife in his side. “You’re saying that JJJ’s unhinged hatred actually helps push Spider-Men to be the heroes they are…” He considered your words, his expression slowly turning into a reluctant grimace as he failed to admit they could possibly carry some truth.

“Maybe a little. I don’t agree with his ways whatsoever, but they continue to prove him wrong each and every day he opens his mouth. What’s that saying about enemies making you strive for more?” You practically reached out to find the phrase on the tip of your tongue, but coming up short.

Miguel’s expression softened slightly as he considered her words further. He still despised JJJ and everything he stood for, but he had to admit that there was a sort of truth in what you said.

“I suppose you have a point. Having a powerful enemy who always doubts and undervalues you could push someone to prove them wrong. To be better than they ever thought you could be…” He paused for a moment before continuing, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “But that doesn’t excuse all the vile lies and slander he spews. And I don’t owe him a thing for my success, I did it by myself.”

“Of course,” You whisper to the man, grabbing the recorder to make a mental note. “Let it be known that this author does not agree with the political or overall stances of J. Jonah Jameson. And that this part should segue into a metaphor for both extremes, hate or love.”

Miguel watched you intently, reminding himself to simmer down, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes as he listened to the commentary. The way you spoke, so confidently and with a hint of fiery determination, was intriguing to him. He leaned back in his chair once again, watching carefully as you continued to scribble notes into the binder sitting atop your lap.

"So, you believe that JJJ’s vitriol and hatred can be seen as a sort of extreme, just like how an excess of love and adoration can also be harmful?" he asked, his tone more curious than defensive this time.

“Yes, that’s a great point, Miguel.” You nodded eagerly, it wasn't exactly what you were going for, but it helped prove the point you wanted to make in this paper.

Miguel nodded slowly, mulling over the words that lingered in the air. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this conversation, how these differing ideas and insights were making him see things from a different perspective. "Interesting..." he mused, his gaze roaming over her again. "That’s a unique take. I must admit I haven’t thought about it that way before.”

“Let’s move on past that horrid man for a second, we will circle back, I promise. Are there times where you consider giving up Spider-Man?” The question spilled out before you read it fully, making you pause as you asked him something so personal, having a brief idea of what happened to him.

Miguel’s face darkened at the question, the thought of giving up being Spider-Man making a wave of emotions flood his insides. Fear, sadness, anger, guilt... He had contemplated the idea of giving up being Spider-Man many times in the past, but he always managed to push those thoughts down.

“There have been moments where I’ve considered it, yes…” he said slowly, his voice hoarse. “When things got too difficult, or the losses became too hard to bear…” 

His silence as his mind filled with negative memories was clear to you, and you wanted to help in any way you could. “The burden on your shoulders is immense and incomparable. Surely, that must be overwhelming at times.”

Miguel let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped as he continued to lean back in his chair. "It is… incredibly overwhelming.” He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto you as he continued in a quieter, more vulnerable tone.

"There have been times when I’ve felt like I’m drowning, like the weight of being Spider-Man and the responsibility for the multiverse is too much for me to bear. But I can’t give up… I can’t let everyone down…” Miguel let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped as he continued to lean back in his chair.

“You don’t have much time in your life for relationships, do you?” Not asking for yourself but rather, it being a question on your mind for all the Spider-People, they sacrificed more than people think to do a job they didn’t ask for.

“It’s not fair to be with someone when your life is filled with so much danger… so much pain…” His attention diverted, looking at a random object in the space, and you could hear the pain in his voice.

“That’s why you surround yourself with others like you, so they can protect themselves if need be.” Your arms laid across your laps, your heels involuntarily clicking in the quiet space.

Miguel nodded in agreement at her words, a flicker of acknowledgement crossing his face. She wasn’t wrong; surrounding himself with other Spider-People meant that they could understand his life and keep themselves safe if the need arose. He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice quiet and hesitant. “But it still doesn’t make it easy… to push away the people you care for. The people you want to be with.”

“I can’t even imagine. All that you’ve sacrificed for others, to keep them safe, and you’re vilified for it every day. How do you have the strength to move on?”

Miguel let out a bitter chuckle at her question, the weight of his sacrifices and the daily vilification he received was a constant burden on his shoulders. “The strength to move on… well, sometimes I don’t have it. Some days are harder than others, and the weight of it all threatens to consume me.” He paused for a moment, letting out a shaky breath as he continued in a quieter voice. “But I keep going… for the people who depend on me. For the multiverse. For Spider-Man.”

“The true meaning of a hero...”

Miguel let out a huff of a laugh at her words, a bittersweet smile crossing his face. The mention of the “true meaning of a hero” hit a chord deep within him, stirring up all the conflicting emotions he harbored. He looked at her once again, his gaze roaming over her form before he spoke again, his voice quieter than any time before. "Is that how you see me… as a hero?"

“You’ve always been my hero, ever since I was a teenager.” You admitted shamelessly, memories flooded of all the times he saved your city when you were growing up. Younger you would have never expected that you would have even had the chance to talk to Spider-Man in this capacity.

Miguel’s breath hitched in his throat at her words, his heart stuttering in his chest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, the fact that she saw him as her hero sat heavy on his heart. He didn’t know what to say, how to react to her admission. The lump in his throat threatened to choke him, the emotions swirling through him too much to handle. His voice came out hoarse and quiet when he finally spoke again.

“Even after all I’ve done… all the mistakes I’ve made… you still see me as your hero?” His voice wavered so slightly from his mean and collected demeanor, it ticked at you softly.

Thinking thoroughly before replying, you tried to read him to know what he needed to hear, but you meant every word of it. “I know at the end of the day, you have to do what’s right. It won’t make everyone happy but it’s what is needed.”

Miguel’s heart swelled at your words, the faith and understanding in him making his chest ache with a mixture of gratitude and desire. He leaned forward in his chair, his gaze locked onto you as he spoke once again. “You have more faith in me than I have in myself... But that’s the thing about heroes, isn’t it? They’re flawed, they make mistakes, but they keep going because they have to do what’s right. Even if it means sacrificing everything they have.”

“Sure, you’re still human at the end of the day. But if there’s a chance to save a family from a sinking car but you could potentially die, you would drown in a heartbeat, if it meant that family could live to see another day. And not everybody could say they would risk their life for a stranger.” This interview was starting to feel more like the therapy sessions he avoided at every chance he got. No need to dredge up things he couldn’t change.

Miguel let out a soft chuckle, the words striking a chord within him. You were so spot-on with the description, understanding him in a way he didn’t think was possible. He leaned back in his chair once again, a hint of a smile on his face. “You’re right… I would do it in a heartbeat. Even if it meant my own death… because that’s what being a hero is all about. Selfless sacrifice. Doing what is right, no matter the personal cost.”

“Let’s shift the topic a bit, Mr. O’Hara. I’ve heard rumors that there’s been a rift in the multiverse because of another dimension’s Spider-man and Dr. Strange. Can you comment on this, or confirm it?” You knew you were pushing your luck with this question, but you had a feeling he trusted you enough to keep it secret.

Miguel’s expression blackened at her mention of the multiversal rift, the memory of the recent event still fresh in his mind. “Yes, the rumors are true. There has been a disturbance in the multiverse due to the actions of the Earth-616 Spider-Man and Doctor Strange.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice more serious and troubled than before.” The two of them interfered with the natural flow of events in a way that threatened the stability of multiple realities. Their actions resulted in the disruption of the canon and the creation of anomalies across multiple universes.”

When you asked him how their actions would affect your universe, Miguel’s expression grew even more serious as he considered her question, the implications of the multiversal disturbance long have been weighing heavily on his mind. “It’s difficult to say for certain how it will affect our universe specifically, but the ripple effects of such a significant disturbance in the multiverse could have far-reaching consequences. It could potentially lead to the destabilization of reality as we know it, leading to more anomalies, disruptions, and possibly even the collapse of entire universes.”

“Oh shit… do you want me to leave that out of my article? I can’t imagine the hysteria it would create.” You leaned in and whispered, putting your hand over the recording microphone.

Miguel let out a weary sigh at the question, the thought of the ultimate chaos it would cause in their universe if this information was leaked making his head spin.

“Yes… please… keep that out of your article. It’s not something that needs to be made public, not yet. We’re still trying to assess the full extent of the damage and figure out what we’re dealing with. The last thing we need is for people to panic.”

“It’s the least I could do, you’ve been so kind to me. Well you didn’t trust me at first, and probably still don’t, but you’ve been… welcoming...” You smirked at the man, jotting at your notes as you crossed out dud questions that made no sense to ask anymore.

Miguel chuckled softly at your comment, his heart stuttering at the smirk you directed towards him. He couldn’t deny that he hadn’t trusted you at first, your presence being unexpected and unfamiliar. But here he was, willingly engaging in conversation, answering questions he had sworn he wouldn’t ever. “I’ll admit, I had reservations about this interview… and I still don’t trust you completely,” he said, his voice holding a hint of jest. “But… I enjoyed our conversation. More than I care to admit.”

“Can I let you in on a secret, since you told me one?” You whispered as you leaned in.

Miguel’s eyebrows lifted in surprise at the question, his curiosity piqued at the idea of you sharing a secret with him. He leaned back in his chair, his body language conveying his interest. “A secret, huh?” he said, a hint of a smile on his face. “Sure, go ahead. I’m all ears.”

“I’m writing an exposé on J Jonah Jameson. I have my connections at the Bugle, as I told you I work there... of sorts. I’m going to expose him as a fraud and render everything he’s said about you a baseless lie, for his own personal gain. But in that, I wanted to publish to the world who you are, the Spider society, all you do for the world behind closed doors. I know how to get around his approval for publishing, and I intend to blow him so much out of the water, he won’t be able to swim for the rest of the year.”

Miguel’s eyes widened in surprise at her revelation, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. You were going to expose Jameson for the fraud he was and use the opportunity to publish the truth about Spider Society as well. He couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“You’re going to publish an exposé on Jameson? And reveal the truth about the Spider Society?” he asked, his voice wavering with a mixture of shock and awe. “Are you crazy?”

“A little, but I think it’s necessary. Maybe I can’t fight villains, but I can take him down, without talons or fangs.” You shrugged, sipping the water Miguel had given you. “That is, if you’re okay with it.”

Miguel was silent for a moment, mulling over her words in his mind. The idea of the truth about the Spider Society, and the work they do, being revealed to the world was both exciting and terrifying. Although people were now more aware of them, getting this attention, “You are crazy…” he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice, “but I suppose I can’t question your courage, or your determination.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice more serious. “But publishing something like this… it could have serious repercussions. You understand that, right?”

“I’ll post it anonymously if I have to. But it doesn’t matter, my sacrifice means nothing to the millions you’ve made.” Your words were nonchalant, you’ve thought about this long before you even showed up at this building.

Miguel fell silent at her words once again, her determination and selflessness stirring up a maelstrom of emotions inside of him. He was used to dealing with heroes, people with the power to change the world, but you were different. You were ordinary in every way, yet you were willing to put your credibility and job on the line to make a difference. He couldn’t help but admire that.

“You’re something else…” he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice, “sacrificing yourself to save others… that’s a trait not many have.”

“Funny… I said the same thing to you.” You giggled, knowing he was giving way too much credit.

Miguel chuckled softly at your response, his heart thudding loudly in his chest at your words. He watched your every move as you made your way around the desk, his gaze following you. The sight of you sitting on the corner of his desk, so close to him, your legs tantalizingly close to his own, was making him feel completely unhinged. He could feel desire coursing through him, his eyes locking onto you, a hint of hunger shining within them.

“Well Miguel, this has been rather riveting, but I think our time is up. I would love to come back another day when I have more questions to ask you.” You had to admit, not wanting this moment to end just yet.

Miguel couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at your words, the desire to keep you close, to keep talking to you, growing stronger. But he tried to remain composed, despite the raging desire coursing through him. He nodded his head.

“Another day then…” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “You’re welcome to come back whenever you’d like…” He paused for a moment before continuing, his eyes roaming over your form, the desire to touch you almost overwhelming. He couldn't forget the scene that played out a few minutes ago, before you went on work mode.

“I’d like to shadow your day-by-day duties, forgo the dangerous parts.” You weren’t sure he would go for it, but it was worth a shot. What better way to convince people to change their opinions by detailing the good things they do?

Miguel’s eyebrows lifted in surprise at her request, the idea of having her around him, witnessing his daily duties, being both exciting and dangerous. He leaned back in his chair, mulling over her words for a moment before responding.

“You want to shadow me?” he repeated, a hint of incredulity in his voice. “Are you sure you’re not just looking for another reason to annoy me?”

You feigned fake shock, “You think I’m annoying?” 

Miguel let out a soft scoff at your mock innocence, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Oh, don’t act coy with me, cariño. You know you’ve been getting under my skin since the moment you walked through that door.”

“And you’ve been trying to get under my clothes since you saw me in the lobby.” You were quick to respond, quirking an eyebrow.

Miguel felt heat rush through him at your bluntness, your words igniting the desire within him even further. He couldn’t deny that he had been thinking of what it would be like to touch you, to kiss you but he couldn’t let her know just how badly you’d gotten under his skin.

“Where did you get that idea, princesa?” he retorted, his voice a touch huskier than before.

“The octave changes in your voice, the shifting in your seat, most definitely what you said to me when you met me downstairs. Just some options.” Your legs were crossed, reading him like a book.

Miguel couldn’t deny your points, your observations being spot on. He felt exposed, like you could read him like an open book. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over you once again as he spoke.

“You’re quite observant, aren’t you?” he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. “It’s really infuriating, if I’m being honest.” Miguel let out a soft scoff, a mix of annoyance and desire coursing through him. The fact that you were so casually flirting with him, so effortlessly getting under his skin, was both maddening and alluring. “Oh, you’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?” he retorted, his tone dripping with both irritation and a hint of admiration.

“First time I met you, I was a timid fangirl and today I’m the bold reporter... What can I say? Your confidence is contagious.” You nodded,

Miguel couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at your words, even though he desperately tried to fight it. “My confidence, huh?” he said, a hint of a smile on his lips, “You say that like it’s a good thing. I thought you said I was arrogant?”

“Also egotistical, cold, shut off- to name a few.” Miguel let out a scoff at your brutal honesty, his heart fluttering at the list of his flaws… all of which were true, he couldn’t deny that.

“Gee, thanks for the list of my charming qualities,” he retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I appreciate that.”

“Personally, I find it attractive. It shows me you only act differently with me. The jealousy radiating from your female employees tells me that too.” The sole of your shoe clicking was the only sound filling the room as he formulated a response for you.

Miguel couldn’t deny the sense of satisfaction he got from her words. The idea that he acted differently towards you than he did others to the point that you noticed, it sent a thrill through him. And the fact that his female employees were apparently jealous of your presence only made him feel more possessive.

“You’re observant, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice a little huskier than before, “But I act differently around you for a reason, cariño.”

“And why is that?” A smirk was on your face, as you chewed your cheek.

Miguel couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at the question, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he spoke. “Why do you think, mi querida?” he said, his voice lowered. “You’ve gotten to me in a way no one ever has. You make me feel… unhinged, out of control.”

Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, allowing yourself to lean into and accept the kiss he was flirting with in front of you, the passion and butterflies exploding in your stomach on the spot.

Miguel exulted in your consent, and it fueled his desire for you further. His hands moved from the edge of the desk to your hips, grabbing you roughly and pulling your body flush against his. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours. He could feel the heat and passion in himself flow like whiskey on a bad day. It was intoxicating, the way your body felt against his, small and delicate, but fiery and wanting even more.

Your hands cupped his stubbly jaw as you parted your mouth for him, your dress starting to bunch up your smooth legs from the friction of his chinos against your body. Miguel groaned into your mouth as she held his face in your soft hands, while his hands migrated from your hips to the spot where your dress was riding up your legs. As you pressed against him so tensely, he couldn’t help but slide his hands down, his fingers trailing along the bare skin of your thighs.

You and Miguel continued to devour each other atop his desk without a care in the world, your bodies pressed against each other in the small space. Miguel's hands curiously wandered around your body, exploring and caressing the soft skin, until he felt the cotton of your underwear. Heat radiated from you, and a small whimper slipped past your lips as his touch was unexpected but the perfect gift. The heat and passion between them were tangible, the only thing left was to follow the natural course of their desire.

He couldn’t fight the urge this time, giving into his urge to make you a moaning mess underneath him. His head retracted slightly so he could watch you intently, as his fingertips lightly dragged against the sensitive spot that so many other men obviously miss. You threw your head back in reaction, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers again. 

He watched you contort in pleasure, his own pleasure coming solely from watching you get off on his fingers. That timid girl was melting in his palm, sprawled across his desk, and he didn’t have to do much to satisfy her due to the two-week long foreplay he put you through.

A knock at Miguel’s door suddenly sounded, someone checking in after hearing all the sound they were making. He groaned in frustration as you two were interrupted by the knock at the door. He reluctantly pulled away, his eyes still darkened with lust and desire and his voice hoarse as he called out. "What do you want?"

“Is everything okay in there? We heard there was some weird fangirl downstairs trying to see you, but she disappeared.” A feminine voice replied, his eyes immediately rolling as he resumed his actions with his hands under your skirt.

You giggled quietly, muffling yourself with your hand, watching how Miguel reacted only to have to actually muffle the filthy noise that threatened to spill past your lips. Miguel's eyes flickered to you, giving a warning look with his eyes to be quiet. Your orgasm was impending only seconds later under the care of his skillful touches.

Miguel chuckled softly, a low, rough sound. "Everything’s fine. I’ll be out in a few minutes." He paused for a moment, watching your face contorted in pleasure as he chased your high, the worry of the door opening while you were vulnerable excited you more than you ever thought it would. Licking his lips as he intently watched you recover from your orgasm, he continued talking to the employee in a cold, authoritative tone. "And no one else is to bother me in here for the rest of the night."

“You got it, sir.” The voice called back and left, her footsteps scurrying off pretty quickly, surely to gossip with her desk mates about the noises she heard coming from the boss’ office.

You just looked at Miguel, catching your breath as you held onto his bicep for support. A few moments passed and you felt self-conscious again, wanting to shrink away from him before someone barged in for real. 

He let out a low chuckle as you attempted to slip out from under him, but he wasn’t about to let you get away that easily. He wanted to make you cum again and again, but he knew he couldn't watch for much longer. Grabbing your hips, he stopped you from moving away as he pulled her flush against his body again.

"Oh no, baby. You’re not going anywhere." He smirked as he held you against him, his clean hand gripping your thighs harder. "We’re not done here."

You wanted more, to do for him what he did for you but not here. “Would you like to walk me to my car?”

Miguel felt his heart skip at your words, a wave of desire coursing through him once again at the thought of spending even more time with you. He stood up from his position over you, smoothing down his suit jacket, his eyes locking onto you.

“Lead the way,” he said, gesturing for you to exit the office. Walking out of his office, they were met with multiple pairs of eyes, especially from the women you mentioned earlier.

As they walked through the office, leaving the sanctuary of his office, Miguel could feel the eyes of his employees on them. Some of the female employees in particular were giving you hostile looks, their jealousy and anger clearly visible in their gazes.

Miguel smirked slightly at their glares, the possessive pride flaring within him as he walked with you by his side. He felt his jaw clench as he saw the male employees checking you out as they passed by the bullpen. He could feel a possessive anger flaring up within him, a wave of jealousy crashing over him at the sight of their gazes. He resisted the urge to pull you closer to him, to make it clear that you were his. Miguel couldn’t bear watching the men ogling you any longer. He felt a sudden surge of possessiveness, a primal need to assert his dominance. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side as they walked through the hallway.

You gushed at his actions, stepping into the elevator and resting into his arms as they rode the elevator down to ground level. Miguel felt you press into his side in the elevator, your body molding against his own, and he held you tighter, pulling you closer. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the intoxicating scent of her enveloping his senses. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of the other men on the elevator, the clear message of possession and claim in his hold on you.

You grabbed his hand as you led him to your car, glancing around them to make sure no one was in the parking garage before pulling him close, inviting him to fulfill his desires.

Miguel was taken aback by your sudden action, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as she pulled him close to her. The parking garage was deserted, the area almost completely silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing and the sound of the gentle hum of the overhead lights. His desire overwhelmed any hesitations he might have had. He leaned in closer, his body pressing against you, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke. "You're driving me insane, cariño..."

“Then do something about it... don’t let me leave.” Miguel's restraint snapped at your blunt permission, the primal desire that had been building within him finally breaking free. He grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the hood of her car, his eyes dark with hunger and need as he looked down at you.

"You're mine," he growled softly, his body pressed intimately against yours, "And I'm not letting you go anywhere."

“I’m yours...” You hummed into his lips, content, the world around them disappearing under his touch. The sound of your surrender, your words claiming yourself as his, set Miguel's senses ablaze. He crushed his lips to you in a possessive kiss, his hands roaming over your body, desperate to feel you, claiming you as his own. The world around them faded into the background, the only thing that mattered was the feel of your body under his touch, the sound of your soft sighs and moans, the taste of you on his lips.

You're relaxed under his touch, grabbing his jacket lapels to pull him closer, melting into the kiss. “Miguel…” Whimpering, yearning for more, she knew she wouldn’t get that here.

The sound of her whimper sent a wave of desire through Miguel, his body growing taut with need. The way you were melting into him, yearning for more, was driving him wild. But he knew they couldn't do this here, not in the public parking garage.

With a groan of effort, he forced himself to pull back from you, his breathing ragged as he looked down at you. "Not here," he growled, "Come back to my place with me."

“But the thing you said about relationships-” You whispered, chewing her lip. His departure made you suddenly cold, aching for him to come back.

Miguel felt a pang of guilt at her words, reminded of the restrictions he had put on himself… on them. He had told himself that he couldn’t allow himself to get involved with someone outside the Spider Society, that his duties would always take priority. But as he looked down at you, the desire and need in your eyes, he found it increasingly difficult to cling to those restrictions. He pulled you closer, his voice a soft whisper.

"I know what I said... but I can't stay away from you, cariño. Come with me..." Miguel's heart leapt at her nod of agreement, a wave of relief and desire washing over him. The idea of having you alone and in his space was both thrilling and terrifying. Without another word, he took your hand and led her out of the parking garage and to the nearest alleyway.

As they stood in the shadows of the alley, he turned to you, his body aching with the need to touch you, to mark you as his own.

"We're taking a portal," he said, his voice a low growl, and you gave him a confused look as your brain was filled with lust and confusion. Miguel nodded, taking a step closer to you. The desire was thick in the air between them, the need to touch you was nearly suffocating him as you stood there innocent and inviting.

"To my dimension," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "We can't go through the entrance in this universe… I don’t live in this universe like you do." He gently took you by the hand, his touch possessive as he led you further into the darkness. He pulled a small device from his pocket, fiddling with the controls until a portal shimmered into existence nearby.

You hesitated, chewing your lip nervously as Miguel was ready to introduce you to a whole new unexplored world. “And is this safe for normal people?” 

Miguel paused at her question, his eyes scanning over her as if assessing you for any potential dangers. He knew that the portal technology wasn’t completely reliable, but he couldn’t ignore the intense need he had to have you. He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek, his voice soft but firm. "It’s safe... it might make you dizzy, but it won’t hurt you. Trust me, cariño."

“I trust you to keep me safe…” The words of her faith in him sent a wave of heat through Miguel, his body reacting instantly to your words. The need to keep you safe, to protect you, flared within him with an intensity he couldn’t ignore.

He gently took your hand, holding it firmly as he led you towards the shimmering portal. "I won’t let anything happen to you," he said, his voice rough with possessiveness. "Promise me you won’t let go of my hand.”

Miguel felt a rush of satisfaction at your promise to keep hold of his hand. The idea of having her close, his hand gripping yours tightly as they stepped through the portal… it made his heart pound with anticipation.

"Good," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. He stepped forward, pulling her into the portal with him.

The world around them dissolved into a dizzying array of colors and shapes, a brief moment of disorientation as they traveled through the void. But Miguel kept a firm hold on your hand, anchoring her to him as they moved through the wormhole.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing your eyes shut while the world around you practically vibrated, depending on Miguel for safety and comfort. He could feel your arms wrapped around his waist, your body pressing close to his as they traveled through the portal. The feeling of you clinging to him, completely reliant on him for safety, sent a primal wave of satisfaction through him. He held you tight, his free hand wrapping around you, pulling you closer.

He could feel your tremble, the vertigo of the portal travel taking a toll on you. He held you close, his voice a low whisper against your ear. "We’re almost there, cariño. Just a few more seconds.”

The world around them solidified once again, and they emerged from the portal into Miguel's New York City dimension. They were in an alleyway, surrounded by the towering buildings and the familiar sights of the city but they were different. More futuristic?

Miguel took a moment to steady you as you adjusted to the sudden change in their surroundings, his hands gentle yet firm on your hips. Once he was sure you were okay, he led you out of the alleyway and towards the entrance of his apartment building.

“Well, I can say I’ll never be able to find this place again.” You spoke quietly, looking around you in awe.

Miguel chuckled quietly at your statement, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as they entered the lobby of his apartment building. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of possessiveness, knowing that you were in his territory now, under his watch.

He laughed softly, his voice low as he led you toward the elevators. “I like the idea of you not being able to find your way out of here.”

“That’s a little creepy, but good thing you’re hot enough to pull it off.”

Miguel chuckled again at your comment, the possessiveness within him thrumming with approval. The elevator doors opened, and they both stepped inside, his hand resting on the small of your back as the doors slid shut behind them.

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult,” he said, his voice a low growl. “But good to know I’m hot enough to keep you here against your will.”

“It wouldn’t be against my will...” You whispered, staring up at the large man.

Miguel felt a wave of desire shoot through his stature at your words, your voice barely more than a whisper. The way you were looking up at him, the hint of submission in your eyes… It was intoxicating.

He took a step closer to you, cornering you against the wall of the elevator. His body was enveloping your space, his voice a deep murmur. “That’s also good to know… I wouldn’t hesitate to keep you here, cariño. All mine to enjoy and keep safe.”

Miguel led you down the hallway, their footsteps echoing softly in the empty corridor. He kept a firm grip on your hand as they walked, his fingers intertwined as he navigated the path to his apartment. When you reached his door, he paused, turning to look down at you. His eyes scanned over you, taking in your every feature, the desire and possessiveness within him flaring hot.

“This is me,” he said, his voice low as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He didn’t give you much time to process the gorgeous skyline unit, minimally decorated like nobody lived there, but still small hints of his existence.

Miguel’s kiss was dominant and demanding, his tongue claiming your mouth as he pressed you against the wall. His hands roamed your body, exploring your curves, his touch needy and possessive. The need to claim you as his own was overwhelming, and he knew he couldn’t stop himself.

He pulled back from the kiss, his breathing ragged, his voice a growl. “Bedroom, now.”

As his eyes glowed maroon and his fangs flashed through his lustful smile, the excitement pooled in your stomach at the sight. The memory of his fingers under your dress, bringing you to your sweet release was fresh on your mind. 

Slowly stalking towards you, he pushed you to fall back on his bed, the cushion making your body bounce slightly. Pushing yourself up to watch him, leaning on your elbows, you sat in silence, waiting for his next move.

His eyes were no longer focused on you, at least not your face. Kneeling in front of you, both of his hands pushed the fabric of your dress up, antagonizing slowly. Your head rolled back in response to the cotton tingling your skin with friction. Once your dress was to your hips with your underwear peeking out, he took the liberty to swipe his hands underneath your legs, not wanting you to do any work as he ravished you the way he wanted to all day.

“Oh…” He mumbled, fingertip dragging up the length of your slit, the shape defined by the wetness in your panties. “All for me?” Humming in happiness, you felt his curls tickling your thighs making your hips involuntarily buck. As a result, your slit bumped into his nose, you both moaned in unison. 

He pried your thong from your pussy, watching as the secretions stuck to your flesh, clinging to where they came from. Without warning, his middle finger petted at your entrance then plunged in deep. The words that left your mouth at this sudden attack weren’t real words, but he enjoyed watching you fall apart under his touch. 

“That’s right, let me hear those pretty sounds of yours.” He whispered, rubbing his nose at your clit which he knew you loved. The thought of you sitting on his face, using the ridges in nose to pleasure yourself came to mind, as he palmed himself through his pants to slow down his own excitement.

He tested you, stretched you, figured out the depth of your walls to the size of his fingers. With his middle finger buried in you, he added his ring finger too, and his tongue darting out to lap up your lubrication. So sweet, so perfect for him, so healthy, so delicious, his mind reeling as his slow and steady movement affected you so deeply but effectively. 

You began to squirm more under his grasp, his free hand pressing against your pelvis to keep you in place but also to apply pressure to your lower abdomen. He had experience in pleasuring women, and he was so happy to apply his skills to help you. 

You were needy, so pent up, so innocent, and he was going to break you for his personal gain. You knew this with the way he expertly fingered your pussy, knowing that no one would ever be able to replicate what he was doing for you. 

“Mi princesa, I want you to coat my fingers in your liquids. Can you do that for me?” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating into your core directly. You were a whimpering mess, held in place by his strong hand, coming undone at the seams. But you had to relax, you were so tense to control yourself, but he was giving you a direct order, and what good girl didn’t listen?

Your moans became louder by the second, as his fingers penetrated you harsher but still controlled, begging you to release. His chuckles and moans against your clit had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching as he drained you, devouring every last drop of liquid that flowed out of you.

After coming down from your high, a moment you never wanted to leave, you picked your head up to look at him again, his mouth glossy as he sucked on each of his drenched fingers while keeping eye contact with you.

You wanted to thank him, but no sound left your mouth besides squeaks, still recovering with flustered breathing. He nodded his head, no thanks were needed, licking his lips as he admired your tired form underneath his. Pobrecita…

He stood to his full height, removing his belt in one deft swipe, removing his pants smoothly. You shifted your body to kneel in front of him, ready to pleasure him in return, but he caught the look in your eyes and shook his head. “No, I don’t want to cum in your mouth, I want to cum inside that pretty cunt.” 

“Okay, whatever you want...” You nodded, putting your hands back at your side while awaiting further instructions, his filthy words making you hyper aware of the pulsing you felt in your core.

He sat down next to you with his cock in his grip, it being almost three times the size of his large hand, leaning up against his headboard. Swallowing your saliva at the sight, your lashes fluttered open to look at him, not sure what he wanted you to do. He noticed this immediately, and he spoke again, “I’m sure a good girl like you loves missionary, but tonight you’re going to sit in my lap and ride me until I’m drained of every last drop. Do you understand me?” 

He was commanding and you scrambled to hover over his muscular thighs. With your hands on his shoulders, he lined himself up at your entrance, giving you a look to ask if you were sure. When you nodded your head, he made no hesitation to slam your hips down onto his. 

A garbled scream spilled from your lips, moving your hands into the curls on the nape of his neck as you held onto something for support. He didn’t want you to lift a pretty finger, he wanted to do all the work so he’s hauling your pussy up and down his thick shaft, using you like a toy. “Take off your clothes, mami.” He moaned out, licking his lips in anticipation. 

You did as he asked with no questions, peeling the fabric over your head and letting it fall to the ground, followed suit by your bra. As your breasts flopped free in freedom, he groaned, leaning his face in to grab your left nipple with his teeth. You winced at this, but your eyes fluttered shut again, and he continued his attack on your busty features.

The overwhelming sensation of your boobs in his face, strangulating his air intake and your pussy squeezing him tightly had Miguel moaning underneath you non-stop. His hands gripped your ass, squeezing the flesh as tight as he could without truly hurting you, but the pressure was still stimulating for you.

“I’m going to fill you up, princesa. Is that okay?” Your vocal response wasn’t needed, you just nodded as you forced yourself to relax again, so you would both be coming at the same time. The sound that left Miguel’s mouth was intoxicating, his grunts were loud as he let go of his control, his brain temporarily forgetting English as he spewed Spanish vulgarities as he released himself deep into you.

He held you close, panting as he recovered from the weeks-long foreplay, looking at you with such fondness and desire. The remnants of your sex spilled out once he picked up off of him, telling you to stay in place so he could get something to clean you both up. 

He was quiet as he recovered, but it didn’t take long with his abilities, but he sensed you needed more time to recover than he would, so he was comfortingly silent, wiping you gently with a wipe. Your fucked-out smile was evident, and he found it so captivating. He laid you down next to him and pulled you into his chest, knowing there was no better aftercare than affection.

Miguel’s bedroom was now quiet and still, the only sound was the soft, ragged breathing of the two occupants. He lay on his back, one arm wrapped around your waist as you lay sleeping next to him, your body snuggled close to his. He watched you slowly drift to sleep, his heart swelling within him as he held you tight, the satisfaction of having you under his care was distinct. But he had to say one more thing before you could sleep.

“So... what is your father going to think about you sleeping with the enemy?” He asked lowly, you just rolled your eyes and directed him to be quiet, just delicately laughing at each other.

[sandyca5tle]

Slime HRT - Introduction and initial appointment

So, I've been inspired by @/ayviedoesthings (idk etiquette around tagging people you don't know, so gonna avoid the notif for now) 's dragon hrt, alongside all the other ones (bat hrt, dog hrt, and fish hrt) to try my own.

Unfortunately, I'm not much of an artist, so I can't really do a comic like they all have, so I decided to do a written diary instead. This is the first time I've done writing like this, let along putting it out publicly, so constructive critisim is appreciated, but don't be a dick. That being said, on with the show. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

So, this is the first entry of this diary kind of thing; I've decided to keep this, both since I’ve seen other people doing the same, and because I didn’t do it the first time ‘round and kind of regret that.

Anyway, today I went to the clinic that people have been talking about, the one that I’d heard was handing out non-human/species versions of hrt. It had piqued my interest at first, but I hadn’t been certain, partially believing it might be a joke or a prank or something, but then more and more people began to talk about their own transitions, so I began to research it for myself, eventually working up the courage to seek out my own. When I reached the clinic I was a typical mixture of nervous and excited, and was running what I needed to say through my head a thousand times, to make sure I got it right, while I waited for them to call me.

My  nervousness partially stemmed from the unusual nature of what I was going to ask for. I’d seen people posting about fish hrt, dog hrt, bat hrt, and even dragon hrt, but what I was going to be asking for was even more outlandish.

When one of the staff came to get me, they led me to a room with the name ‘Dr Hans Erian’ on it, and told me to go inside. 

My first thought, as soon as I saw the doctor, was that he looked like an evil mad scientist who had turned good - and honestly, given the magic he was working, he might well have been, assuming it wasn’t actually magic. We greeted one another, and he invited me to sit down across from him at the desk he was behind and we began to talk.

Naturally, he asked me what kind of non-human hrt I wanted, exasperatedly listing off a few standard options, a few of which I'd heard of before. Once he had finished, I told him that I wanted to get ‘shapeshifter hrt’. 

See, while I had been looking online, I had come across so many cool, different kinds of animals and creatures people were turning into that I couldn’t pick just one, so I was hoping that I’d be able to get a hrt that let me any I wanted.

The doctor’s response wasn’t positive, as he swiftly told me that I would not be able to take the medication. My heart dropped when he said that, and I had to fight back my emotions from showing; I had seen so many amazing stories online, and I had been so hopeful despite what I knew was an extreme ask, but it still hurt to hear it was impossible.

I should, however, have waited for the doctor to finish his sentence (although in my defence, he paused at a very bad time) as he went on to say that ‘shapeshifter’, or ‘polymorph’ as it was properly called, hrt was more like an additional medication taken with a non-human treatment after a period, akin to progesterone in feminising hrt.

This renewed my excitement, it was possible, I’d just need to become something else first, then I could become a polymorph from there. Also, I really like the term ‘polymorph’; it felt right. He went on to explain that the polymorph treatment needed a base species, one already predisposed to shapeshifting, so that the polymorph treatment would take. The doctor laid out some options, explaining that they were the best options to work as a base if I wanted the shapeshifting treatment later. There were many cool and interesting options, but the two that stood out most were dragon and slime.

Now I’d seen an example of dragon hrt, and while there were definitely many features I liked from it, the end result wasn’t quite up my street. Slime HRT meanwhile was something I hadn’t really seen before, and the idea of being goopy and fluid sounded very appealing, and seemed like a very malleable base for shapeshifting later on, so I decided on that.

He then pulled out another list, detailing the variety of slime hrt’s that existed, and again, I went through the list and selected the one that most appealed to me - a slime made of sap, liking the idea of being somewhat plant-y, and I even asked if that would mean I’d be able to photosynthesize, the returned ‘yes’ making me even more certain in my decision.

The doctor then pulled out some forms, explaining that while originally there was a requirement for you to live socially as your preferred species for 48 months, but due to demand, and many people pointing out the impossibility for some people to do so, (and I swear I heard him mutter something about too many people kicking his door open), that the clinic had moved to an informed consent model. He slid the forms over and I quickly, but thoroughly read through them, before signing off and sliding them back to him.

While I was reading the forms, I noted some of the ‘side effects’ with a small chuckle to myself - ‘Dissolution of bones’ and ‘Loss of skin and organs’ would have sounded a lot worse on any other kind of medication, but given what this was going to turn me into, those were to be expected, and frankly wanted.

I also noted that the hormones I would be receiving would be administered in gel form, which made sense given I was basically going to become like gel, however, it did prompt me to enquire about how this hrt would mesh with the normal, gender, hrt I was already taking, especially given I was taking that as a gel as well. Fortunately, the doctor explained that I could keep taking both together safely for the first few months, but once the treatment had converted half of my body I could stop, given that at that point my physiology would be changing too much for the human hormones to continue to have much of an effect.

After I had signed the forms, it didn’t take long for the doctor to write up the prescription, and to send me off to get the medicine I’d need. As I’m writing this I’ve just taken my first dose, and looking forward to updating when there is next some developments! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Next

[kevinsdsy]

hiiiii! boys for the WIP game (i'm guessing the title is hippo campus? excellent choice u have gotten me to love that song fr)

[ WIP GAME ]

HII!! yes omg it is hehe IM SO HAPPY U NOTICED 🙂‍↕️

so since i've only recently gotten back into writing, everything is still in the early stages— but boys is supposed to be split in three acts (idk what to call it tbh so lets stick w that) i'm still working on the first act which is when both kevin and jean are ravens. after a final game against the trojans, jean manages to encounter jeremy alone (nothing major happens, they just talk, but idk i think it's fun to have a moment between jerejean before jean joins the trojans line-up).

i still have to figure out how much of raven!jean i want to include in this fic and if jerejean manages to encounter each other again (although i'm leaning into no, so they only have that one (1) real encounter of each other before jean joins the trojans, but like i said i'm still figuring it out) so yeahhh that's me ranting a bit about the fic the line

'hair in the wind. you'll blow right by me.' is what inspired me to add this first encounter to the fic:

He was about to turn around when he heard footsteps approaching. It was too late. He had been caught already, and he hadn’t even gotten the chance to walk around. He looked up and was surprised to see Jeremy Knox walking down the hallway instead of Kevin and Riko.

Jeremy seemed lost in thought. Jean could turn around, pretend he hadn’t noticed the way Jeremy’s sweaty hair stuck to his head, and hide away in the changing room until everyone was ready. Before Jean had the chance to act on his thoughts, though, Jeremy stopped walking, noticing Jean staring at him.

“Moreau,” Jeremy said, acknowledging him with a nod. Kevin and Jean had talked about Jeremy Knox on numerous occasions—Kevin had always liked how happy and nice Jeremy always was. However, it was noticeable that the loss of this game had affected Jeremy's mood somewhat.

Jean realized that he preferred this look on Jeremy rather than the extroverted person he had noticed a few months ago during the banquet. The absence of Jeremy’s big smile and cheerfulness made it easier for Jean to be alone with him right now, although Jean couldn’t help but notice Jeremy was still trying his best to appear as content and polite as he could.

Jean suddenly understood what Kevin had meant when he had whispered about the way the USC Trojans played Exy. How different it was from the way the Ravens played, but how it could be just as effective with a few adjustments made to their schedules. Jeremy was more than delighted to indulge in all Kevin's questions and comments at the time.

Jean had been annoyed about the fact Kevin couldn’t stop talking about his conversation with Jeremy and how glad he was to realize Jeremy was just as passionate about winning as Kevin himself was. Jean also remembered Kevin’s uncharacteristic guilt when he mentioned it was a shame to take another victory from Jeremy. He wondered if Kevin still remembered that conversations, now that he had seized yet another win from Jeremy.

“Knox,” Jean replied maintaining his composure. He noticed Jeremy twitch at the mention of his name, but neither of the guys commented on it. Jean was too focused on processing the situation to take a jab at Jeremy anyway.

Jeremy leaned against the wall, observing Jean’s panicked look, which Jeremy thought was interesting, given that Jean had just won the championship with the Ravens— a team not known for their politeness.

“You alright?” Jeremy asked.

“Fine,” Jean answered. He didn’t apologize for the Trojans’ loss, nor did he ask how Jeremy was doing in return. Silence stretched between them, but Jean didn’t mind much; he was used to keeping to himself whenever possible. Jeremy, on the other hand, couldn't help feeling uncomfortable as the silence between them stretched.

After a moment of hesitation, Jeremy nodded, unsure of what else to say, and then said: “Congratulations on the win. You guys played a good game.” His voice was steady—genuine, even. Jean desperately tried to find something in his words other than the politeness Jeremy had shown him on the court too. It struck Jean as unusual that he hadn’t been able to get under Jeremy’s skin.

“Thanks,” Jean said, aware it was the right thing to say. He almost wanted to point out it was obvious they’d win before they had even played, but instead he opted for a touch of kindness instead. After all, he enjoyed getting under their skin on the court, but there was no use for it off the court too. “You put up a good fight.”

Jeremy smiled faintly. “We try. Maybe next time we’ll give you a run for your money.” Jean couldn’t help himself—he didn’t have much practice at being kind or polite, and in return answered Jeremy with a huff. They stood in silence for a moment. Jean didn’t know what he was supposed to say anyways, and suddenly he remembered he shouldn’t have left the changing room in the first place.

“I should get back,” Jean said, his voice wavering slightly. He had the uncomfortable realization that he’d much rather let the minutes between them stretch in this hallway, but he couldn’t risk still standing here when Riko returned. Jeremy responded with a nod.

Jean was sure Jeremy was going to say something else, but before he had the chance, Jean slipped back inside the changing room. As he closed the door behind him, he felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Jean knew he couldn’t risk being seen outside the changing room by Riko, but he couldn’t help wishing he had gotten more time alone with Jeremy. There was something intriguing about seeing Jeremy’s deflated mood when Jean normally recognized him by his cheerful look.

[wasyago]

episode 110 spoilers

just like, random thoughts and stuff, mostly bits that i remembered

i sat down to write this i forgot everything oh my god--

in chip's flashback. the black rose pirates following the king to the big sakura tree, and arlin holding baby chip's hand. this. the cutest shit ever, i think i almost cried at the image of this big badass group of pirates and this itty bitty child led gently by his hand. even if i didn't cry before i sure will right now, baby chip you're so dear to me...

QUEEN! they didn't remember anything aughhhhh 😭😭😭😭 and their and chip's little talk about how they're going to put the pieces together :( and their hug :(

whatever drey, finn and earl are doing on the ship... like, what? hello? glad they're having fun tho lol. also wait hold on a second. how did drey answer the call? i mean, probably with his leg or something, if i had to guess. or maybe finn held it up for him. not sure if finn is at it enough to be able to answer the shell by himself, so earl and drey are the only ones who can actually use it. and seing how earl is in a... predicament. hm.

jay saying that when she looks at gillion she sees family. AUGHHHHHHHHHH AUGH AUGH OUGH jay ferin i love you. and this is so important to me not only because like hell yes they're more than friends they're a family, but also for jay of all people, considering her relationship with her blood tied family and how complicated her relationship with this word is.

also girl please do something about your leg, im begging you. the bone is visible, this shit is not going to heal up by itself. i dont know how you're still limping around this must hurt so bad. i guess adrenalin maybe, but still. at least get some bandages or something, i don't know... what is it with jay and her legs actually. she fell off a roof in edison kingdom and landed on a piece of metal that fucked up her leg, and now this.

oh my god niklaus, how could i forget about my babygirl. i mean, what can i say i love this guy. i dont know how many times ive relistened to his intro song, but definitely more than i should've... um. there was a lot of big important lore that i don't have the brain capacity to process rn.... i want to say that niki is the nameless prince and/or the thing trapped in the hole in the sea. because he can only interact with one person at a time by inviting them to his pocket dimension (even with jay it was said that the time around her stopped while she was talking with niklaus), implying that niki is trapped somewhere and this is the only constricted way he can interact with the world. and to answer chip's questions he said he wants freedom more than anything, again implying that right now he doesn't have this freedom. which makes sense, right? but then, the big bad thing was supposedly trapped thousands of years ago (i think?), but niklaus was a world famous pirate lord not so long ago and not trapped anywhere, so.....? idk im probably missing something. can't for the life of me find the moment where they read the nameless prince book so like, whatever.

that moment where jay talked to chip about how she thinks its all her fault and she should've just gave up her arm and leg. and how chip reassures her....... them 🥺🤲 kind of inspired by that post abt chip and jay i reblogged earlier, but these two talking about their emotions and feelings is so dear to me. just, being human with each other and opening up. gill is great ofc, but i feel like for these two its much easier to talk to each other to feel understood and heard. i love them.....

chip is still very much dead and probably won't be resurrected any time soon, so... hooray new undead chip design! but also oh my god my poor boy... forever 19... (also charlie and condi being surprised that chip is only 19. yeah </3) my poor guy my poor baby, he sounds so beaten and depressed in the beginning of the episode, its just breaking my heart qwq...

star and zamia <333 hehe

chip trying to marry igneous. lol. darling chill out, you just got out of one unsuccessful marriage and it didn't teach you anything, you're dead, you're only 19, you've known this guy for like, 2 days? don't get me wrong, godspeed to chip, but cmon man take him out to dinner first or something

and uhhh. the end, that's all i got

[ryuichirou]

Replies

TWST related: about Idia’s designer choices, Azul’s Jamil-related fantasies and other stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Are you going to draw more genderswap twst soon? My bisexual heart enjoys the men but craves the females. I'll even take writing.

Anon!! Thank you so much for enjoying the ladies~ 🥹 They’re very special to me as well.

I actually draw them quite often these days, this is why we post them a lot on our Ko-Fi and 🔑🔞twt… Maybe I’ll finish up something and we’ll post it. Eventually. At some point. Knowing that you’re waiting for them. 💪

As for the writing, we have at least one ask prompting hcs about them, so maaaybe I’ll write some pretty soon.

Anonymous asked:

thank you for being one of the sole people feeding the shroudcest nation. i will lay my life down for you

We’re happy to do our part, Anon 🫡 The only nation I am willing to serve.

In all honesty, I am very glad you like our interpretation of these two and their relationship <3

Anonymous asked:

I just want to say as a robotfucker Ortho’s appearance with his bondage gear inspired look that is canonly built by Idia just carries the ship by itself. Why is Idia such a weirdo degenerate pervert lol

YES LOL

I love that the majority of sus decisions in Ortho’s gears are the result of Idia’s design. And we’ve heard a couple of times that Idia is all about aesthetic + functionality, so…. Idia, mister, sir, please explain this…. Or rather, show your inspiration board. Come on, don’t be shy, we won’t judge👀

Anonymous asked:

You know those femme fatale characters that are as dangerous as they are beautiful, but who also seem completely devoted to the big villain of the story? I think that's the first thing that comes to Azul's mind when he imagines a romantic partner, except instead of an elegant and mysterious lady it's Jamil.

Azul, don't you know that those types turn against their boss/partner as soon as it's convenient for them? (something that is also true for Jamil, oh!) Realistically he knows that he would hate to be in a relationship with someone like that, but he can still let himself fantasize from time to time

This is actually quite a good point, Anon. I think this is exactly where Azul would put Jamil in his fantasies: this way they end up being a power-couple, but Jamil is still his pretty trophy snake. He is also probably aware that Jamil would never be fully and genuinely devoted to him, but yeah, just like you said, that won’t stop him from fantasising lol

Actually I think in Azul’s mind he would always outsmart Jamil somehow. Like Jamil would try to backstab him, but Azul predicted that he would, and therefore Jamil’s plan would backfire… hey, this is actually their dynamic in Ch4, sort of, at least in the Snake Whisper scene. So yeah, Jamil tries to betray him, Jamil gets overpowered and outwitted, they have a fight and then they have passionate sex during which Jamil can’t help but give in because he wants Azul so much and finds his intelligence and cunningness very sexy.

Of course, those are the fairy tales Azul tells himself as he falls asleep at night… who knows what the reality of that scenario would be.

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

I saw you talking about twisted Shrek & Donkey and I've been thinking about making a DreamWorks-based fan school (but idk if they'll have a rivalry with NRC and RSA since it'll be a company feud, but I'm referencing the fact that DreamWorks was founded by a former Disney employee) so maybe their twisted versions can be from there

That would actually be funny lol Not sure what role they would play in-universe, but yeah, a mage that used to work at RSA/NRC suddenly opening up another school for those who deemed too unfit for these two schools? Or something like that.

Anonymous asked:

There are, surprisingly, or maybe not, a lot of mushroom themed household objects.  Do you think Jade only uses objects shaped liked mushrooms?  Is he trying to replace the utensils in the Mostro Lounge with mushroom shaped cooking ware?  Do you think any of the other boys have similar...fascinations?

I think Azul wouldn’t allow that… He is a meanie and doesn’t understand just how much it would boost everyone’s morale if Jade used mushroom-shaped cooking ware! But unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to fit the Lounge’s theme, even if it’s just for the kitchen…

In reality, I think if Jade were to try to sneak in some mushroom-themed stuff, he would do just for the sake of subtly being a menace lol

Also, there are surprisingly little mushroom-shaped things in Jade’s own room and accessories. What if he only acknowledges the real ones? 🤔 But then again, I could easily see him having an obnoxious collection of ceramic and plushy mushrooms in the future. It all started with a mushroom-shaped salt and pepper shakers…

[fangbangerghoul]

Fleeting Pleasures

Chapter 9: bad decisions WC: 5713 The aftermath of chapter 8 and how Ghoul and Sam are moving forward with themselves.

Special shout out to @bearlytolerant for being supportive of my woes and my writing(i cry so much to her idk how she still loves me), @spookyspecterino for the A+++ Delgado advice and being so real about the direction of the chapter (seriously I wish I could hire you), @booburry for hyping me up and always sharing your lovely ideas/advice(and giving me Gale meals this past week), and @atonalginger for being an early beta reader!

I know I literally just told y'all I was on hiatus, but I woke up this morning and the large wall that was preventing me from finishing this chapter came crashing down and an array of bricks and ideas filled my skull until my eyes shot lasers.

Fleeting Pleasures was originally only going to be 10 chapters with a bonus chapter at the end but guess what?! The story had other things to say about that. Now Fleeting Pleasures is going to be 11 chapters and a bonus chapter. As long as I keep the momentum this story might be wrapped up before Valentine's Day, which will just be perfect. (no that is not sarcasm...maybe)

I want to thank all of those who have stuck it out throughout the series. It warms my heart when I see so much of this Delgado and Ghoul in other fics and it's amazing how silly little fics can inspire others. Especially since this is my first long running story. I can't believe this started way back in October and Ghoul as a whole character way back in September!

I hope you all enjoy. I think I can literally say I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this. Under the cut will be a snippet but the rest will be on Ao3 which the link is within the title of the post.

“Good morning, Sam! Have you been sleeping better since Noel gave you that herbal tea to try?” He asked so casually about a subject Sam had never remembered mentioning to him. Normally he would have shrugged it off but this time it irked him in particular. The members of Constellation were more prone to talk to him in soft voices or speak about his business more openly when he wasn’t around. It made his skin crawl.  

“No.” Sam said plainly, staring Barret down for a moment before relaxing his shoulders. He was trying to get comfortable around those he considered family again. However the transition from consistently raiding and interrogating Crimson Fleet members to having normal mundane conversation was an adjustment. “Good morning though.” 

Sam walked past him, careful not to bump into Barrett as he walked by. He didn’t like it when someone brushed against his left side even after the wound had fully healed. Sam also didn’t like to think about that fact so he just kept on moving. He was ready to eat. 

On his way to the eating area he stopped by his room one more time to grab a mahogany robe to wrap around his loose white tee and baggy gray sweatpants. The elastic sometimes didn’t stay around his hips and would occasionally sag so in order to protect everyone around him from seeing the moon so early in the day he liked to wear his robe. His slippers dragged a bit as he walked like he was taking a sunday stroll through a park. Sam was never in a hurry to get anywhere, to do anything really. 

“Dad!” He heard the young squeak of his daughter from around the corner and Cora ran up to him and hugged him tight. He winced instinctively but tried to catch himself so she wouldn’t think she hurt him. Her curls were bouncing and wild and the smile on her face was brighter than any star he had seen in a long while. Seeing Cora always gave him a little bit of his life back especially after being separated from her for as long as they were. 

“Hey sweet pea.” He rubbed her back gently in the embrace and kept his arm around her as he led them forward. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Dad it’s noon.” 

“Oh, what are you doing up so late then?” He smiled at her teasingly.  

“Daaaad.” She said in protest as she pushed herself away from him gently. “Were you going to come to the meeting later today?”

“Meeting?” He was puzzled at her question. Sam didn’t know of any meeting, not one that needed to involve him. 

“Ms. Morgan was talking to Walter earlier and I heard them say when Andreja and Vlad arrive they were going to have a discussion.” Cora said with a bit of concern in her tone. Sam knew if she had heard that much then she was all too aware that the meeting was about Ghoul. 

“Is that so?” He asked with a cool tone trying not to give away any concern he may have felt. He still didn’t have the heart to tell Cora that Ghoul did this to him. Even though the other’s had continued their recent pattern of talking about his well being behind his back he figured how much further would that subject be? 

“Yeah! Dad, what are you eating for late breakfast?”

“Cheese pizza if you are asking.”