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[ladykailitha]

The Magic of Christmas Part 4/8

Hello! How are you guys enjoying so far?

In this Steve realizes his feelings, Dustin and Robin decide Steve needs to live forever, and Steve gets roped into something he swore he'd never do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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August was fucking miserable. Like the worst month of the year. After February. And January. And September...

That’s besides the point. The point was that AC had kicked the bucket in the middle of the biggest heatwave.

He was going to cry. The wizard piece turned out really well. Steve had loved all the little details that he had put in it.

But the rogue was giving him trouble. It was horrific. Because rogues were silent and mysterious, but the way Steve talked about Will, he was quiet kid, a bitchy teen, and a wild adult. Trying to figure his place in the world he kinda went punk. Dyed his hair bright green. Piercings and tattoos. Ripped clothes and combat boots.

Eddie slowly sat up. Well that’s a thought. He blinked for a moment. That could actually work.

Suddenly his phone rang. He frowned at the device. No one called anymore. It was all texts and DMs and Face Time. The name that came up because there was one, another surprising thing, was Steve.

He dived for the phone and managed to answer it before it went to voicemail.

“‘Ello?” he breathed.

“Hi, Eds,” Steve greeted cheerfully.

Eds.

Fuck.

The things that little nickname did to the butterflies in his stomach.

“Hey, Stevie!” he said back. “What can I do you for?”

“That article Nancy did is making some serious headway,” Steve explained. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet me for lunch to go over the details.”

Eddie laughed. “I was about to text you, darlin’. I have an idea for the rogue I wanted to float by you. So where to, my liege?”

“Monte Cruz, the Mexican place on 7th?” Steve asked.

It was a bit pricey, but it had the best fajitas Eddie had ever had. “Sure thing. 1pm okay?”

“Let me check,” Steve replied.

Eddie could hear him call Robin and while he couldn’t hear her response, Steve’s warm ‘thank you’ meant he was free.

“That’s perfect,” Steve said. “I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah.”

They hung up and Eddie laid on the floor staring up at the ceiling, holding his phone over his chest.

Fuck!

He got up and dashed to the bathroom to shower. He felt like he was covered in slime.

*

Steve was waiting for him on the terrace, a nice cool breeze rustling his hair. And Eddie couldn’t help but fall a little bit more.

Eddie waved and was far too pleased to get Steve’s little finger wave in return.

He sat down and grinned at Steve. “How is it cooler outside then in my loft?”

“Heat rises?” Steve suggested. cocking his head to the side.

Eddie laughed. “Well it’s the only thing that rising at this point. It’s so fucking hot.”

“I thought you’re loft had air conditioning,” Steve said with a frown.

“Apparently we worked it to extinction,” Eddie said mournfully.

Steve pulled out his phone. “Are you renting or paying a mortgage? I don’t remember what all we’re paying for.”

“Sadly, we own it,” Eddie said with a heavy sigh. “Otherwise I would have harassed a landlord to get it fixed.”

Steve hummed. “All right, I’ve messaged Robin. She’ll call around and get a technician come over tomorrow. It’ll go on my card if can be fixed or if it needs to be replaced.”

Eddie leaned back in his chair. “You don’t have to do that, man.”

Steve smiled at him. “Will the excess heat hurt your paintings?”

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a couple times before he threw his arms in the air. “Yes! Of course it will.”

“Then it’s a business expense and I’ll cover it.”

“I hate you,” Eddie said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You really, really don’t,” Steve murmured. “Now show me your idea for Will’s rogue.”

Eddie pulled out his drawing pad and flipped to the right page. He slid it over to Steve for him to see.

“Oh Eds,” Steve breathed. “It’s beautiful. He’ll love it.”

Eddie tried not to preen, but he couldn’t help it. “So I can go ahead and start painting?”

“Absolutely,” he replied. “Though maybe wait until after your cooler is fixed.”

Eddie threw his head back laughed. “I think you’re probably right.” He gently took the pad from Steve’s grip. “So what’s going on with the charity?”

Steve lit up. He started explaining about all the people interested opening would basically be franchises but that Eddie would still have full control of each branch.

“This is amazing, Stevie,” Eddie breathed. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“I’m happy to help,” Steve said with a grin. “It means that I get drive Dustin absolutely nuts with this whole charity thing. He’s been begging me forever to meet you.”

“I mean, you can invite him to one of our reeducation of Steve Harrington movie nights,” Eddie said, shoving his hair in his face bashfully. “If you wanted to.”

Steve smiled fondly. “That’s sweet of you. But I was thinking something that would absolutely flip their collective shit even more than a movie night. A Halloween one-shot.”

Eddie’s lips formed an O. His eyes sparkled and he grinned. “I know just the thing. It’s something my friends and I used to do in high school. You have these little half–not even half character sheets that have just the most basic of stats. The point is to die in the most epic way possible. There are rewards for stupidest death, most epic death, TPK. It’s lots of fun.”

“That sounds amazing!” Steve said. “Would you be willing to do it?”

Eddie leaned forward on the table. “On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“You join us,” he said with a grin. “You read the stats, you roll the dice, you die like a bitch, just like everyone else. You’d be on equal footing with the rest of the Party.”

“Can I think about it?” Steve asked shyly, ducking his head.

“Sure thing, big boy,” Eddie replied. “But let’s order lunch. I’m starving!”

Steve laughed. “Of course.”

*

Robin poked her head into his office and held up a leather folio. “Do you want to tell me what the hell this is?”

“Sorry,” Steve said, “I’m not Spider-man. I don’t have x-ray vision.”

“That’s Superman,” Robin replied with a huff, “and you’re dodging the question. You know full well what I’m talking about.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I really, really don’t. I haven’t done any even remotely outrageous in months.”

She walked up to his desk and slammed the folio on the desk. “Steven Kevin Harrington...”

“Not my middle name,” he sneered. “You know what it is. You have seen my birth certificate way more times than I have.”

Robin laughed. “But it’s so lame, so I make up ones that sound better.”

“Whatever, Robs,” he said with a huff of his own. “What has got you so twisted this time?”

She opened the folio and turned it around to face him. “You booked the Newfield for New Year’s eve.”

Steve smiled widely at her. “I told you I was going to. It’s hardly my fault you were making goo-goo eyes at Eddie’s agent at the time.”

Robin gasped. “I was not!” He raised a single eyebrow and she folded. “Yeah, all right, maybe.”

Steve sat up in his chair and scooted closer to her. “Look, before you start throwing accusations around about feelings and thinking with my dick, it’s for the charity. You know, the one we’re working on right now.”

Robin glared at him. “So it has nothing to do with him making goo-goo eyes at you?”

“He’s not!” he protested. “There’s no way. He can have anyone he wants, he’s not going to go for a stuffed shirt like me.”

Robin raised both her eyebrows. “You can’t actually believe that.”

“You saw his most recent video right?” Steve snapped. “The one where he ranted about how greedy businessmen destroying the environment?”

“Uh...” she said, “you mean the one where he especially called out billionaire businessmen and how smaller companies can change the face of the industry and then went on to list ten things that CEOs can do to change the world and all of them were things you did with Starcourt Ltd. That one?”

Steve blushed. “I guess I didn’t realize.”

“Look,” Robin said sitting down in one of the chairs, “I was wrong about a lot of things when you first hired Eddie for this job. About him, about you and your motives. So I get why you can’t take my advice on this, but he likes you. And more than just a friend.”

He ducked his head as the blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears down the column of the throat. “Don’t go there, please.”

Robin held her hands up in surrender. “I won’t if you don’t want me to. All I’m saying is that if you think you’re falling for him, too…just know he probably feels the same.”

Steve licked his lips. “Yeah, okay.” Then he suddenly buried his head in his hands. “Fuck, I have to make a phone call.”

She raised an eyebrow.

He lifted his head and sighed heavily. “Looks like I’m going to be playing D&D after all.”

She laughed and laughed as Steve buried his head again.

The kids were never going to let him live this down.

*

“You’re sending my off for my last year as undergrad,” Dustin whined, “and you’re making me come back for fall break? Why?”

Steve was getting tired of this question. The only people who knew about Eddie DMing for them was Steve, Robin, and Eddie. And probably Chrissy. Oh and Claudia Henderson, Dustin’s mom. Which meant that all the other moms knew too.

All right, the conspiracy was bigger than Steve thought.

“Because it is your last year,” he said with a sigh. “You’ll be heading off to MIT next year and it’ll be harder for you to come home for the holidays.”

Dustin deflated. “Yeah, okay. So everyone will be home for Halloween?”

Steve brightened up. “Yep! I’m throwing a costume party with pizza and if you guys aren’t shitheads about it, I might even front for a wet bar.”

Dustin frowned. “What the fuck is a wet bar?”

Robin who had just come home, smacked him on the back of his head, knocking off his hat. “It means there will be booze, doofus.”

Dustin who had been about to yell at her for knocking off his hat, turned to Steve instead. “Seriously?”

“Yup! I’ve okay’ed it with all the parental units,” he said, “and I keep an eye on your intake to make sure you don’t get sick, they’re fine with it.”

Dustin launched himself at him and hugged him tight. “You’re the best, Steve!”

“There won’t be beer,” Steve warned. “It’s not the best drink to get started drinking on and bottles tend to hide how much you’ve been drinking.”

“Are they going to be spooky themed drinks?” Dustin asked.

Steve laughed. “Hell yeah, they are.” He ruffled Dustin’s hair. “Now go finish packing. I’m not going to let your mom do it for you this year. You’re an adult. Act like it.”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “God, you’re more mom like then my actual mom.”

Steve laughed. “If I got insulted every time one of you called me mom, I would’ve died of a heart attack years ago.”

Dustin hit him on the arm. “No talks of dying. You aren’t allowed. You have to live forever.”

Robin laughed. “Sure, just got to find that elixir of life somewhere.”

“Or the fountain of youth,” Dustin helpfully supplied.

“You could always invent something,” Steve suggested.

Dustin’s eyes lit up. “That’s a great idea!” He dashed off excitedly.

“Pack first!”

Robin laughed.

***

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[suniix]

03 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | with the first day of school comes new opportunities, new friends, and new memories! though with new memories some old ones may begin to resurface

word count | 2k+

note | this’ll be the last fast update in a LONG while since we’re caught up to my most recent ao3 chap. if you ever see me mess up the reader’s pronouns please let me know! im trying to keep this book as gender neutral as i can :’)

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You stirred, turning over on your side to avoid the sun’s rays shining through your window. A few seconds later you shift again in an attempt to get comfortable and fall asleep. This happens again, again, and again.

Finally, you sit up angrily while blinking slowly, letting your eyes adjust to the brightness in your room. Turning to your right you find what caused a disturbance in your sleep; you had left your curtains open. You sighed, silently reminding yourself not to forget to shut the curtains anymore.

You slowly turn to your left to look at the clock hanging on your wall, only to become confused. According to your clock, the time was currently midnight, but the sun shining through your window begged to differ. Ah, I forgot to change the batteries.. You laid back down on your bed, reaching over to grab your phone and check the time.

“Eight am? Huh, I thought it was already noon..” You yawned and pulled your blanket over your body, slowly falling back into a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly, reality hit.

You flung your blanket off of you and jumped out of bed, scrambling to get changed into your school uniform. The sleepiness you felt earlier seemingly evaporated into thin air as you realized that today was the first day of school. You couldn’t believe such an important day completely slipped your mind.

After changing you rushed down the stairs to see your grandma placing your lunch down on the counter. Hearing your loud footsteps she turned to look at you and smiled, “I was just about to wake you up, did you sleep well?”

“No! I mean yes! But I think I’m going to be late!” You babbled, quickly stuffing your lunch into your backpack and thanking her for making it.

Your grandma watched as you ran to the front door in a panic trying to quickly slip on your shoes. She laughed, “Sweetie the school isn’t that far from here. You’re not late.”

It seemed as though her words went in through one ear and out the other because the moment you slipped on your shoes you shouted a quick ‘love you bye!’ and dashed out the door.

Your grandma shook her head and laughed. Your liveliness brought a warmth into her home that she hadn’t felt in awhile, and she gladly welcomed it.

You were beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, your grandma was right.

After jogging for a bit you started to notice other students wearing the same uniform as you. Unlike you though, they were walking as if they had all the time in the world. You stopped jogging after you got weird stares.

You quickly reached the school and followed a group of girls inside the building. Once inside you saw many students crowding around a board looking for their classes. Among the horde of people you noticed a guy with long black hair and glasses. You stared for a moment. He looks cute.. you think, but quickly shake your head. First the guy from the bakery and now this stranger? I think I have a type..

You look away from the cute stranger, not wanting another repeat of what happened with the cute baker. You do the same as the other students and begin scanning the board for your name. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, you find your name. Y/N L/N.. class one! Hopefully someone will be nice enough to show me where that is..

“Oh, it’s you. Did you enjoy your coffee cake and cinnamon roll?”

Hearing the voice, you turn your head to look. There in front of you stood the cute boy you noticed earlier. Wait a second..

You give him a confused look before taking a cautious step back, “How did you know what I ate yesterday? Are you a stalker?”

He also takes a step back but fearfully shakes his head while raising his hands in defense. “N-No! You’ve got it all wrong! I was the one working at the register that day!”

Then it clicked. Now it made sense—the same long black hair, the same blue eyes, and the same gloomy attitude—that’s why you thought he was cute!

“Oh sorry! It’s just that you look so different outside of school I didn’t recognize you!”

He laughed. “Yea, I’ve been told.”

You laughed with him. “To answer your question, yes I did enjoy the coffee cake and cinnamon roll. To be honest, after eating them I almost went back to buy more because of how good they were..”

“You should have! Don’t be afraid to stop by for more. If you want, you can come over today and I’ll have something prepared for you.”

Your eyes lit up, how could he be so kind? “Yes please! I'll make sure to stop by today!” Now you couldn’t wait until the school day was over. You could already smell the warm scent of baked goods.

He nodded. “Alright, my name's Miyamura by the way.” He extended his hand to you.

You shook his hand enthusiastically, “Nice to meet you Miyamura! My name’s Y/N. I still can’t believe you also go to this school.” You laughed.

What the both of you didn’t notice was a brunette girl silently watching the whole interaction. She watched you two talk and laugh together as if you were old friends. Another girl walked up to her, her sleeve covering her mouth. “Hey Hori, who’s that talking to Miyamura?” The blonde girl asked her friend.

Hori shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them before.”

Then again, Hori never acknowledged Miyamura before he showed up at her house, so maybe she has seen you before. She really didn’t know. I’ll ask Miyamura about it later.. she thought to herself. She turned to ask her purple haired friend what class he got put in when she noticed he had vanished from his previous spot. Where’d Tooru go? He was just here.. Hori’s eyes quickly scanned the area when she spotted him standing by Miyamura, using him as an armrest.

“Woa, what’s this? Is our Miyamura about to sneak off with someone?” Tooru smirked jokingly.

Miyamura was quick to shrug him off. “It’s not like that! I was just asking them what class they’re in..” Miyamura mumbled, not wanting to scare you off with Tooru’s unfunny joke.

Tooru’s eyes widened, a bit shocked that Miyamura would start a conversation with a random person. “Oh sweet, what class are you in?” He asked, looking at the board filled with names even though he didn’t know yours.

“I’m in class one!”

“Oh cool! That means you’re in the same class as us!” Tooru offered you a smile.

You smiled back; his happy attitude was rubbing off on you. You were glad that so far the day was going good. You had been nervous days leading up to this moment, but so far the people you’ve met have given you no reason to be nervous.

“Miyamura, Tooru, who are you guys talking to?”

Tooru and Miyamura look back and take a step to the side, revealing a beautiful girl with golden eyes and chestnut brown hair. Behind her stood a petite girl with light olive green hair. The brunette stared at you curiously before looking back to the boys, waiting for someone to answer.

“Oh! My name’s Y/N! I was just telling them what class I was in.” You explained shyly. Who would’ve thought talking to a pretty girl could be so intimidating.

Hori quirked a brow. “You guys all know each other?”

You all shake your heads. “I only know Miyamura.” You reply.

Miyamura nods in agreement. “Yea, we met..” He hesitated for a moment, “..a couple of days ago at my parent’s bakery. I was just asking them if they enjoyed the pastries.”

Hori seemingly let out a sigh of relief which went unnoticed by you, but not Miyamura. “Well it’s nice to meet you, my name’s Hori, this is Yuki, Tooru, and you’ve already met Miyamura.”

You bowed in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

They returned your gesture and you noticed Yuki staring at you curiously. “By any chance are you new here? I don’t remember seeing you around anywhere.”

You laughed nervously. “Yeah I am new here, was it that obvious?”

“Since they’re new, we should show them around! Right, Hori?” Tooru quickly turns his head to Hori, waiting for her approval.

Hori looked taken aback. “You don’t need my permission to do that. I don’t mind showing them around as long as we get to class on time.”

Tooru squealed happily and gently grabbed your shoulders, pushing you into the direction of a hallway. Yuki and Hori followed while Miyamura stayed behind, a mixture of sadness and confusion swirling around in his eyes at the familiar sight. It was only your first day and you had already made friends, just like you did years before. He didn’t know how to feel about seeing you after such a long time, especially now that it seems you don’t remember him the way he remembers you.

The final bell rang, signaling an end to the school day at long last. You stretched in your chair, trying to loosen up the stiff muscles you’ve obtained from sitting for so long. The excitement of the day has worn off and now you feel exhausted. Standing up from your chair you stretch again, this time hearing a couple of joints pop. Once I get home, I’m taking a nap..

“Oh, you’re leaving too Y/N?”

You turn and see Miyamura standing up from his chair and slipping his backpack on. You nod, doing the same as him. “Yea, I just wanna go home and sleep.”

“Since we’re both leaving I’ll walk you out.” Miyamura holds the door open for you and you thank him.

You turn to the lovely people you hope to soon call your friends and wave at them goodbye. The group happily returns your gesture, except for one. If you can recall correctly her name was Hori. Her smile didn’t quite reach your eyes and she seemed tired. You don’t judge her for it though, maybe she also felt the day was draining.

After the two of you leave, Hori remains looking at the door with a forlorn expression. Yuki notices and nudges her, silently asking her friend what was wrong.

“I know Miyamura said they just met, but.. I can’t help but worry..” Hori mumbled.

Yuki leaned on her hand, letting out a hum of understandment. Despite Hori not saying it out loud, it was obvious she was beginning to like Miyamura more than a friend. The two always hung out after school and Miyamura was glued to Hori’s side most of the school day. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Miyamura was probably just being polite since they were leaving at the same time.” Yuki tried to reassure her friend, but it seemed her words fell on deaf ears as Hori’s head fell hard on the table, startling a few people that remained in the class.

But he usually walks home with me.. Hori sighed. The way he looked at you was more than a stranger he just met. He looked at you like he was relieved to finally see you, as if he had been missing you for years. Hori wondered if you two were truly strangers.

You walk out the school gate with Miyamura by your side. The sun was in the golden hour stage, giving everything its light touched a soft glowing look. Miyamura was no exception. The golden light made his black hair look almost brown and his long eyelashes made his blue eyes stand out. Somehow the lighting seemed to make him even more attractive.

“Is there something on my face?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice. Your face heated up once you realized you were caught staring, again. At this point he probably thinks I’m a weirdo.. you silently cry. “No! I was just.. admiring your lashes! They’re very long, I’m jealous!” You blurt out, hoping that he’d believe your half lie.

He coughed and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. When he didn’t stop coughing you began to pat his back, worried that he was actually choking. When he stopped coughing he cleared his throat. “T-Thank you, you’re actually not the first to tell me that.” He said softly, blush dusting his cheeks.

“Oh? Who else has told you?”

“It was Hori.”

Mm.. I’m guessing they’re close then? You thought to yourself, squinting to see his lashes. She must’ve gotten really close to his face in order to see, I wonder if they’re together.. You really hope that wasn’t the case or else walking with him alone would make you seem like you were trying to get in between them.

“Hori seemed really tired when we left. I hope she’s ok.”

Miyamura hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he should say. He had an idea as to why she seemed tired, but he also knew how secretive she was with her life outside of school, so he couldn’t go into too much detail. “She just has a lot on her plate. She helps the student council out even though she’s not a part of it.” He told you.

“Ah, I see.” You let out a sigh of relief. So she wasn’t upset about Miyamura walking home with me, she’s so kind for helping the student council..

The rest of the walk home was spent in a comfortable silence. Miyamura silently walked by your side while you curiously looked at everything around you. At some point you pass by a park. It looked relatively empty, excluding the small family of ducks that swam around in the small pond. You make a mental note to check it out later.

At some point the two of you come across a road that splits. Thinking that this is the end of your walk together, you turn to tell Miyamura goodbye, but he continues to walk. “Wait a minute,” You pause, “you live in that direction?”

“Mm? Oh yea, I live not too far from the bakery.”

You were a bit surprised, but didn’t let it show on your face. “Seriously? Me too! Your bakery is just a couple of blocks away from my house! And don’t you think that I forgot what you told me earlier! I’m still expecting that treat you promised!”

He laughed, “I haven’t forgotten either, don't worry. I’ll be stopping by my house first though so it might take awhile for it to be prepared.”

The rest of the walk home was spent chatting about the sweets he knew how to bake. You found out his mom actually owned the bakery and he planned on continuing to work there even after high school. You told him you’d be their number one customer.

The familiar building you’ve come to call home soon comes up in your view and you can’t help but smile, already imagining how comfortable your bed would feel surrounded by your soft blankets. You reach your house and stop along with Miyamura. You give a small wave, “Well, this is me. See you later!”

“Hold on, you live here?”

Confused, you nod. Miyamura is shocked for a moment, but a small smile begins to grow on his face. “I actually live in the apartment building right next to you.” He points to the building on the left side of your home.

You couldn’t believe it. First you see him at the bakery, next you see him at school and in the same class as you, and now you find out he’s your neighbor.

“Woa.. the world really is small..” You mumble.

thank you for reading till the end! :D

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The Wishmaker Star

Go watch season three of The Owl House! I hope you guys enjoy another work I wrote. Unfortuantly, school is about to start again, so I'm not sure when I'll create another work. But, I won't forget about you.

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Hunter’s POV:

“…do you think she’s going to like it?”

“Dude, you know she’s been wanting a palisman for like... over five years!” Augustus sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose before sliding his fingers down the length of it.

“Yeah! I know, but—”

“Plus, you’ve been carving palistrom wood to make her the perfect palisman.” Gus added air quotes, emphasizing the last two words with a teasing smirk. “She’s going to love it.”

“…really? You think so?” The former Golden Guard turned the small, carefully wrapped gift box in his hand a few times, as if the motion could help him decide whether its contents were truly enough.

“Really.” Gus nodded with confidence, locking eyes with Hunter. “Now, come on! We’re gonna be late to the party!” He stopped mid-stride, suddenly grabbing Hunter’s hand and tugging him into a sprint.

“Haha, hey! Okay!” Despite the laughter in his voice, Hunter couldn’t shake the undercurrent of anxiety brewing inside him. What if you hated it? What if the last thing you wanted was a gift from someone who used to serve Belos?

His fingers tightened around the gift as they dashed through the forest, the sight of The Owl House growing closer. Deep down, he desperately hoped you’d appreciate it. More than that—he hoped you’d understand what the gift really meant to him. What you meant to him.

He blinked in shock. Did he really just think that? His ears burned bright red, and he forced the thoughts away, but they lingered, hanging in the back of his mind as they neared the clearing.

The trees thinned, revealing the tip of the familiar crooked roof, smoke billowing from a lit, bubbling cauldron. The scent of delicious food greeted them, and the sound of laughter echoed through the clearing, filling the space with warmth.

His eyes were instantly drawn to you.

“Haha, seriously, Luz?”

“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you didn’t find that funny!” Luz was grinning, clearly proud of herself, but you were shaking your head, still chuckling.

“Your attempt at a dazzling light show ended up with random colorful sparks chasing each other around! You almost set King on fire!”

Your laugh rang out again, your head tilted back, eyes crinkled in a way that made you absolutely radiant in Hunter’s eyes. It had been three long months since your last visit to the Boiling Isles. And he missed you.

(Y/n) POV:

Returning to the Boiling Isle was like a breath of fresh air after drowning in the Human world. While Luz occasionally visited the Isle, you had thrown yourself into preparing for your exams, working day and night to secure your place at your dream university.

And now, you had done it. The letter was sitting back in your room, in the Owl House, confirming your acceptance. Tonight’s "Night Under the Stars" party wasn’t just a reunion with friends—it was the perfect chance to announce your plans for the future. But that didn’t stop the nerves boiling beneath your excitement.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Gus and Hunter making their way through the crowd. The moment your gaze met Hunter’s, a wide smile spread across your face, and you waved energetically.

“Gus! Hunter! You made it!”

Gus approached first, grinning as he handed you a blue gift bag decorated with silver stars. “The party looks awesome, (Y/N)!”

“Thanks, Gus!” You took the bag, your excitement bubbling over. “You didn’t have to get me anything, though!”

He shrugged dramatically. “It’s either a gift or a firework show, and let’s just say... my track record with fireworks isn’t the best.”

You laughed. “You mean the time you nearly set Luz’s eyebrows on fire?”

Gus pointed at you. “Exactly! See, I’m learning from my mistakes. No more ‘explosive’ gifts. I went safe this time.” He gestured to the bag.

Peeking into the shimmering tissue paper, you raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried about this gift now?”

Gus waved his hands quickly, eyes wide. “No, no! I swear, it’s not dangerous. This time it’s actually cool! Just, uh, make sure you open it carefully… outside.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Gus!”

He laughed, nudging you. “Just kidding.”

Hunter stood a little behind Gus, awkwardly shifting the small, carefully wrapped box in his hands. He took a deep breath, holding the gift out to you, his gaze darting nervously to the ground.

“I… uh, made this. For you.” His voice was quiet, and his ears were still red. “I hope you like it.”

You took a step away from Gus, eyeing the gift box with curiosity. It was wrapped in a beautiful shade of magenta, one that almost perfectly resembled Hunter’s eyes. A neatly tied yellow ribbon sat on top, forming a large, slightly uneven bow that added a cute, personal touch. You couldn’t help but smile—Hunter was really getting good at arts and crafts.

“This is…?” you asked, your voice soft as you carefully reached out, your fingers brushing against his as he held the box. His hand felt warm and rough, calloused from endless hours of training and carving. You couldn’t help but notice the small bandages wrapped around each finger, a testament to how much care and effort he must have put into this.

Your eyes flicked up to his face. Hunter’s blush deepened, his freckled cheeks glowing a light pink as his eyes darted anywhere but yours. He seemed frozen, caught between the hope that you'd like it and the fear that you wouldn’t. It was endearing, seeing the normally composed Hunter so nervous.

His voice barely came out in a whisper. “It’s, uh... just something I made. I wasn’t sure if it was good enough…”

You smiled, squeezing his hand gently to reassure him. “Hunter, you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” he interrupted quickly, almost panicking at the thought that you might dismiss it. His eyes finally met yours for a second before he looked away again, clearly embarrassed by his own outburst. “I mean, I just… I thought you might like it. If you don’t, that’s fine too! I just—”

You cut him off with a soft laugh, feeling your own cheeks warm. “I haven’t even opened it yet, but I already know I’m going to love it.”

Hunter blinked, surprised by your words, but his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. His lips twitched upward in the smallest of smiles as he mumbled, “I’m glad…”

You carefully took the box from his hands, your heart fluttering at how much thought he must have put into this. Whatever was inside, it already felt special. You looked up at him again, giving him another warm smile. "Thank you, Hunter. Really."

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, uh... you're welcome." He stole a quick glance at you, his blush deepening again.

You glanced over at Luz, who was giving you and Hunter a smirking look, clearly enjoying the awkward tension. “I think there’s a couple more things left to do before the party can start, right, Luz?” You raised an eyebrow at her, trying to shift the attention away from you and Hunter.

Luz’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, totally! But, you know, I think we could give you two a little more time to… finish your moment.” She wiggled her eyebrows dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a laugh. “Luz.”

She snickered. “Okay, okay! I’ll behave. But yeah, there’s a couple last-minute things to get done. I’ll go grab the snacks from the kitchen, and King’s in charge of making sure everything goes well. You know how much he loves bossing everyone around.”

Hunter let out a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. “Sounds like King…”

“Yup! Little guy’s already giving me a lecture about optimal stargazing positions,” Luz added with a grin. “But we’ve got it all under control. You two just… keep doing whatever you’re doing.”

“Luz!” you called, a mix of embarrassment and amusement coloring your tone as she dashed off with a mischievous wave.

Hunter stood beside you, looking slightly flustered but smiling softly. You turned back to him, giving him an apologetic shrug. “She’s… well, Luz.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, eyes softening as he looked at you. “She is.”

While Amity worked her culinary magic in the kitchen, preparing delicious treats and savory bites, Willow was outside weaving a tapestry of glowing enchanted flowers. Gus was busy setting up a stereo system and curating a playlist.

Lilith, ever the organizer, took charge of a trivia game focused on the magical history of stars and constellations. Eda zipped around with King to assist wherever needed—whether it was adjusting decorations, fetching supplies, or simply keeping an eye on things to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Hooty, with his characteristic enthusiasm, took on the role of party greeter and entertainer. He offered his over-the-top hospitality, engaging in animated conversations.

As for you and Hunter, you were hard at work preparing the stargazing area. Together, you laid out an array of soft blankets and pillows, arranging them in inviting clusters around the open space. You made sure there were ample cozy spots for guests to lounge and gaze up at the stars. Hunter adjusted the placement of a few blankets to ensure that everyone had an unobstructed view of the night sky.

Taking a step back, you admired the sight before you. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a final burst of orange and pink across the sky. As the daylight faded, the first stars began to twinkle, their light growing clearer against the deepening blue of the evening. It was a breathtaking backdrop for the night’s festivities.

With a deep breath, you called out, “Everyone! It’s time!” Your voice carried across the gathering, amplified by the excitement in the air.

Gradually, the guests made their way to their chosen spots, finding cozy places among the clusters of blankets and pillows you and Hunter had arranged. Plates of snacks and small bites were passed around, with some guests holding their treats in hand as they settled in. The soft murmur of conversation began to mingle with the occasional burst of laughter, while the louder chatter from Hooty and the background music set a lively, cheerful tone.

As everyone settled in, the trivia game organized by Lilith started to draw interest, with guests eagerly gathering around to test their knowledge of magical history.

"What rare type of star is known for emitting a gentle, calming glow that can soothe even the most agitated magical beings?”

“Oh! I know!” Willow immediately raised her hand. She was literally clutching a finger, hence the name for finger food, and waved it around excitedly. “The Tranquil Star?”

“Very good, Willow!” Lilith responded with a proud smile. She marked a point on her chalkboard, which rested on her lap. “Next question: Which star is known to be the source of the most potent moonlight magic used in spells and enchantments?”

“Hmmm…” You furrowed your brow, trying to recall your Astrology Class lessons at Hexite. But before you could come up with the answer, Eda chimed in, leaning back with a confident grin.

“Obviously, the Silver Beacon,” Eda declared, casually biting into a piece of spicy manticore jerky. “These questions are too easy. Either you’re getting rusty with your history, Lilly, or I’m just a natural.”

Lilith’s smile widened, clearly enjoying the challenge. She noted a point for Eda on the chalkboard. “Alright then,” she said, rubbing her hands together in preparation for a tougher question. “What is the name of the mystical star that is said to appear only once every hundred years and grants a single wish to those who find it?”

A hush fell over the group. Everyone furrowed their brows, deep in thought, but no one could come up with the answer.

Lilith’s eyes twinkled with a mix of anticipation and mischief. “Come on, folks,” she teased. “Anyone want to take a guess, or should I reveal the answer?”

Amity speaks first, tapping her chin thoughtfully with a finger. Her other arm is wrapped securely around Luz, drawing her close. “How about giving us a hint?” she suggests, her tone light but eager.

Everyone nods in agreement. Lilith, clearly enjoying the playful challenge, grins and leans forward. “Alright, I’ll give you a hint,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “The name of this star is said in stories we read to children.”

You spent a lot of time in the library, a habit sparked partly by Amity and Luz’s influence, but also because you genuinely enjoyed delving into the rich history and lore of the Boiling Isles. As you pondered Lilith's hint, a classic children's story came to mind. You murmured the title under your breath, “The Wishmaker Star.”

Hearing your whispered answer, Lilith’s eyes lit up with approval. “That’s right!” she exclaimed. “Nicely done, (Y/n)!”

The group erupted in applause, impressed by your knowledge. Lilith marked another point on her chalkboard, and the trivia game continued with a renewed sense of enthusiasm.

Once the trivia game ended, with Gus emerging as the clear winner, the friendly competition had everyone in high spirits, and now it was time for the much-anticipated moment: opening the wrapped gifts.

You gathered the colorful packages, each one tied with cheerful ribbons and adorned with heartfelt tags.

The first gift you unwrapped was from Amity. It came in a shimmering purple bag, and as you carefully lifted the tissue paper, you found a beautifully crafted crystal pendant. The pendant was shaped like a star, with intricate details that caught the light in a mesmerizing way.

Amity watched with a hopeful smile as you admired the pendant. “I thought it might be a nice reminder of the stars we’ve spent so many nights talking about,” she explained.

You were touched by the thoughtful gift and hugged Amity gratefully. “It’s perfect, Amity. Thank you so much!” you said, your voice filled with warmth.

The next gift was from Luz. In her yellow gift bag, you discovered a small, leather-bound journal. The journal’s pages were blank, inviting you to fill them with your thoughts, dreams, and magical discoveries. Luz had added a personal touch by writing a heartfelt note on the first page, expressing her pride in your achievements and her hopes for your future. You rushed over to hug her tightly.

Luz’s said enthusiastically. “I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be perfect for your new adventures,” she said, her tone filled with sincerity.

After that, you made sure to open each gift and to express gratitude with heartfelt joy.

Eda had gifted you a charming, hand-carved wooden charm that depicted a playful owl. The charm was both whimsical and meaningful, capturing Eda’s unique sense of magic and mischief. “I figured you could use a bit of my own brand of luck,” Eda said with a wink. “Besides, owls are good for keeping watch!”

Lilith’s gift was a beautifully crafted set of magical candles, each one infused with different enchantments. There was a candle for relaxation, one for focus, and another for inspiration. “These are to help you with your studies and your adventures,” Lilith explained with a warm smile. “Light them when you need a little extra magic.”

Gus’s gift was a set of magical quills and enchanted ink. Gus had been excited to see you use them, and his enthusiasm was evident. “I just knew you’d appreciate these for your notes and sketches,” he had said. “Be careful with that though. Only write with the bright green ink when you want something to come to life!”

Willow’s present was a collection of enchanted botanical seeds. Each seed had its own magical properties, such as glowing flowers or plants that could change colors with the seasons. “I thought you’d enjoy growing these,” Willow said with a shy but proud smile. “They’re a little bit of nature’s magic for your home.”

Next, was Hooty’s gift. The eccentric owl had been practically bursting with excitement, his eyes gleaming as he hopped around. With a dramatic flourish, he coughed up a large, oddly-shaped package that landed with a soft thud in front of you.

As you carefully peeled away the wrapping dripping with salvia, you discovered a bizarre but intriguing gift: a large, enchanted plushie that looked like a cross between a fuzzy critter and a whimsical creature. The plushie had multiple eyes and an array of mismatched limbs that wiggled amusingly.

Hooty, still brimming with enthusiasm, explained, “Surprise! I thought you could use a little friend to keep you company. This is Hooty’s special buddy, Fluffernox!”

“Haha…” You held the disturbing stuffed animal at arms length. “Thanks… Hooty…”

Lastly, you turned your attention to Hunter’s gift. His hands trembled slightly as you carefully untied the ribbon and unfolded the wrapping paper. Inside was a small, intricately carved wooden box. You noticed that the lid of the box had your initials. As you lifted the lid, you discovered a delicate, handcrafted palisman. The palisman was adorned with symbols and a subtle glow, reflecting the effort and care Hunter had put into its creation.

You were momentarily speechless, your eyes wide with amazement. “Hunter… This is incredible!” you finally managed to say, your voice filled with awe. “I’m truly surprised. It’s beautiful.” You held up the small creature, admiring it’s weight in your hand and the aesthetic.

Hunter leaned in, his hair brushing lightly against your forehead as he gently cupped your hands, holding the palisman between you. “All it needs to come to life is to know your deepest desire,” he whispered, his voice soft and intent. The warmth of his hands and the fresh scent of his shampoo made your pulse quicken. Heat rose to your cheeks, but Hunter was so focused on the palisman, he didn’t notice the way your gaze lingered on him.

“I—” you hesitated, the words catching in your throat. What was your deepest desire? What did you truly want? The weight of that question felt almost unbearable, and you swallowed hard, feeling the pressure of the moment closing in. Now was the time to tell them—about your future, your plans, everything.

You gently pulled your hands back, allowing the palisman to fall into Hunter’s palms. His expression shifted to one of confusion, but before he could ask, you stepped away, the silence from everyone around you suddenly heavy. Their eyes were on you—waiting, watching. You felt as though the weight of their expectations was pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe.

Your hand trembled as you clenched it into a tight fist, trying to steady yourself. You took a deep breath, scanning the faces of the people you cherished. They all looked at you with concern, curiosity, and affection.

“I… I have something to tell you guys,” you finally managed, your voice cracking just a little under the pressure. The words hung in the air, each one harder to say than the last. “I’m staying in the Human Realm.”

They blinked Everyone stared at you, stunned. You could feel the weight of their surprise, their confusion, and the sharp, heavy moment that seemed to stretch between all of you.

The silence that followed your announcement felt endless, thick with shock. You could see the confusion in their eyes, the sudden tension between excitement and uncertainty. Even Hooty, usually brimming with chatter, was silent, his long body frozen in place.

Luz instantly stood up, her wide eyes reflecting disbelief before she finally broke the silence. “Wait… you’re staying?” Her voice was a mix of confusion and hurt.

You nodded, your throat tightening. “Yeah. I got accepted into my dream university in the human world. It’s… it’s a huge opportunity for me.”

Amity’s eyes widened in understanding, but there was a flicker of sadness. She squeezed Luz’s hand. “You didn’t tell us. All this time, you’ve been planning to leave?”

“I didn’t know how to say it,” you admitted, feeling your heart pound harder in your chest. “I didn’t want to make anyone upset.”

Eda let out a low whistle, crossing her arms. Her usual smirk was replaced with something else, something more thoughtful. “Well, kid, that’s one heck of an announcement. I get it, though. You’ve got big dreams.”

Gus, stepped forward with his usual enthusiasm dimmed by concern. “Does this mean you won’t be coming back? Like, ever?”

Hunter, still holding the palisman in his hands, was the quietest. His magenta eyes darted between you and the small creature. His mouth opened slightly, but he hesitated to speak, clearly grappling with what this meant.

The pressure from their reactions hit you hard, and you tried to steady yourself. “I didn’t tell you guys sooner because…” you paused, taking a shaky breath, “because I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t an easy decision, but after everything that’s happened, I think it’s what I need.”

Luz’s lips trembled, her hand gripping Amity’s tighter. “But we’re your family too,” she said softly, her voice breaking slightly. “Are we… not enough?”

Her words cut deep, and you felt your heart ache as you tried to explain. “It’s not about that,” you said quickly, “it’s not about any of you not being enough. I love you all so much. But… I have a life back in the Human Realm. I’ve worked so hard to get into this university. I need to follow through with that, with my own future.”

Eda let out a small sigh and rubbed the back of her neck. “You’ve got to do what feels right for you, kid,” she said, her voice softer now. “It’s a tough call, but… I get it.”

Hunter, finally finding his voice, spoke quietly. “And the palisman…?” His eyes searched yours, his fingers brushing over the wooden surface. “It won’t come to life if you don’t… if you’re not here.”

You looked down at the palisman, the weight of his words sinking in. This creature, a symbol of magic, connection, and belonging in the Boiling Isles, would never awaken in the Human Realm. You felt a pang of guilt, but you stood by your choice.

Hunter didn’t said anything else, but his eyes met yours for a brief moment. There was something deeper in his gaze—something that made your stomach flutter with uncertainty. Finally, he broke the silence. “I’m happy for you,” he said quietly, his voice steady but laced with something unspoken. “This palisman… it’s for you, wherever you go.”

He reached out his arm, beckoning for you to take the palisman. You looked up at him and then back towards the creature. “Thank you, Hunter.” You said, your voice heavy. “I’ll—”

“Will you be gone forever?” Willow’s voice trembled, her lips quivering. She adjusted her glasses to hide the sight of tears brimming the edges of her eyes.

You shook your head quickly. “No, I mean—I’ll visit, of course. I’m not disappearing forever. I just… I need to do this. For myself.”

Lilith reached out and squeezed your arm gently. “We’re happy for you, you know? It’s just… we’re going to miss you.” She was the first to squish you into a hug. Everyone else followed suit, attaching themselves to you as if they could somehow keep you from leaving by holding you close. It was overwhelming, the way everyone piled on with their arms wrapped around you—each hug a reminder of the bond you shared.

“We’ll be like one of those inter-dimensional friend groups!” Gus continued, his voice muffled by the group hug. “We’ll visit you in the Human Realm, and you can visit us here. It’ll be epic!”

Luz, still clinging tightly to you, added, “Yeah! We’ve got portals! Nothing’s stopping us from seeing you.” "You better not forget about me, your majesty!" King puff out his chest. "After all, who else is going to teach you about ruling the world? I can’t have my future co-ruler running off to the Human Realm without a plan!"

Hunter stood a little apart, watching quietly. His arms folded across his chest, but you could tell he was trying to process it all in his own way. He still held the palisman carefully, his fingers tracing the edges absentmindedly.

As for Hooty, he'd suddenly stretch his long, bendy body over to you, making his presence known with his usual unsettling enthusiasm. "OH, (Y/N), MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" He’d dramatically sob, then in a disturbing twist, he’d blurt out, "Do you need a Hooty-sized suitcase? I can pack myself inside and come with you!"

You looked at the weird creature. Hooty was… unexplainable. You were gonna miss him.

Eda, ever the practical one, ruffled your hair gently. “Kid, you’ve gotta do what makes you happy. We’ll survive without you... somehow,” she teased, but there was a glimmer of emotion in her eyes too.

As the hugs loosened and everyone stepped back, the weight of the moment settled in. You weren’t disappearing from their lives, but things would be different. There was a bittersweetness in the air, knowing that this was a goodbye of sorts—not forever, but for now.

As the group slowly dispersed, leaving you a moment to catch your breath, you faced the blond boy. He stood there quietly, his hands shoved into his pockets, his gaze shifting between you and the sky above.

"Hey," you said softly, trying to catch his eye.

He looked at you, his usual guarded expression softer than you’d seen it before. “(Y/n)…” he replied, though his voice was quieter than usual. It was like he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. For a moment, there was silence—neither of you quite knowing what to say.

“I... I guess this is it, huh?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze finally lifted, and you could see the mixture of emotions swirling in his magenta eyes—uncertainty, sadness, and something else that made your heart skip a beat.

You offered him a small smile, stepping closer until you were only a breath away. “It’s not goodbye, Hunter,” you said softly. “It’s more like... see you later.”

He nodded, though his shoulders still seemed tense. “Yeah, but... it won’t be the same. I won’t be able to just... you know, see you whenever.” His hand clenched around the palisman for a moment before he loosened his grip, offering it to you again. “Here. Take it. You should have it.”

You reached out and gently closed your hand over his, pushing the it back toward him. “No, Hunter,” you said, your voice steady. “I want you to keep it safe for me. That way... I’ll have a reason to come back. To see you.”

Hunter’s breath hitched slightly, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, it was as if the world had quieted around the two of you. Then, with a soft exhale, he smiled—a real, genuine smile that lit up his face in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“I... I’ll keep it safe,” he promised, his voice more certain now. “And... I’ll be here. Waiting.”

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him in a tight, warm hug. He stiffened for a second, clearly taken by surprise, but then he slowly relaxed into the embrace, his arms wrapping around you in return. It was a quiet, tender moment—no words needed, just the unspoken understanding between you.

“I’ll miss you,” you whispered, your cheek resting against his shoulder.

Hunter’s grip tightened slightly, his breath warm against your hair. “I’ll miss you too,” he whispered back, his voice soft but full of sincerity.

As everyone murmured in agreement to start star gazing, Hunter tugged you along to a soft picnic blanket. As the night grew deeper and the stars twinkled above, a particularly bright one caught your eye. It shimmered in the sky, a little brighter than the rest, almost like it was watching over you. You recognized it immediately, your breath catching in your throat.

“The Wishmaker Star,” you whispered, pointing it out to Hunter.

Hunter’s eyes followed your gesture, widening when he saw it. “What would you wish for?” Hunter’s voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as he looked over at you. His hand was still wrapped in yours, grounding you in the present.

You looked up at the star, thinking about everything—your journey, the friendships you’d built, and the uncertain path that lay ahead in the human world. But then your gaze shifted to Hunter, sitting beside you, his face illuminated by the soft starlight. After a long pause, you answered.

“I don’t think I need to make a wish,” you said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I already have everything I need. Friends who care about me... and people I’ll always come back to.”

Hunter’s expression softened, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “I think I’d wish for the same thing,” he murmured, glancing back at the Wishmaker Star. “To keep what I’ve found.”

A moment of comfortable silence passed between you, the star continuing to shine brightly above, as if blessing the quiet bond you shared. You leaned your head against Hunter’s shoulder, your heart full, and together, you both watched as the star slowly began to fade into the night.

And as it vanished into the sea of stars, leaving only its soft glow behind, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Wishes weren’t always about longing for something new—they could be about holding onto the moments and people you already had. And under that starlit sky, you knew that no matter where life took you, this connection, this feeling, would stay with you—just like the legend of the Wishmaker Star.

Hunter whispered, almost to himself, “Maybe we didn’t need the star to grant our wish. Maybe it’s already come true.”

And under the vast, starry sky, with the warmth of his hand in yours, you couldn’t help but think he was right.

[sungbeam]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋 — teaser!

nonidol!kevin moon x f!reader

another summer break, another annual trip to the lake! except, it seems like when you and kev get there, you'll have to make some tweaks to the original rescue protocol.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. childhood friends 2 lovers, fluff, summer break au/college au, hurt/comfort, humor, implications of motherly meddling and matchmaking

▷ projected release date. october 10th/11th

▷ estimated word count. 20-26k

this is the sixth installment of the love in unity series! rescue protocol takes place after all the events of the main storyline, and you shouldn't need to read any prev fics to understand this one. any prev yns will be referred to as _!yn

a/n: i swear i'm (half) alive 🧍🏻‍♀️ but yeah, i've been punching out words lately and it's probably a bad idea to post this at the end of the weekend when no one will see it, but thank u again @justalildumpling for being my hypewoman ily

TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 500 WORDS)

“It’s a warm morning out,” your mother murmured, then quickly added, “hey you.” She knocked her hand against your arm.

“Hm?” You asked as you finished up Alice’s braid and tied it off with the blue Cinnamoroll hair tie she’d chosen. You patted her back with your hand. “You’re done.”

Your little sister hopped to her feet. “Thanks!” She dashed away and out of the room—to where, you had no clue. You figured she knew where the food was if she was hungry.

You angled your body to squish your side against the couch cushions and face your mother. “What were you saying?”

“Ah, I was going to talk to you about the Joshua Hong boy.”

Joshua Hong. You didn’t realize you could hear a man’s name so often within twelve hours.

You made a gesture with your hand. “What about the Joshua Hong boy, Mom?”

“Well, isn’t he a handsome one?” She asked you enthusiastically, straightening. It was alarming how bright her face just got. “I spoke to his mom while Kevin and I were walking just now, and he’s only a few years older than you, you know.”

You heard a metaphorical record scratch. What? There was so much in that one sentence that you needed to unpack. You raised your hands to signal her to pause. “Wait, since when do you and Kevin take walks together?” What could they have been talking about? You knew Kevin was an exceptional conversationalist, but never in your time at the lake had you known of this interaction.

Your mother blinked. “Oh, we started the tradition when you didn’t come up with us that one year.”

“Tradition?” So this happened more than once? You didn’t know why you were so scandalized by this information—it was just Kevin after all. You knew your parents, and even your siblings, were all fond of him—of course they were. You were arguably even more fond of him, but that wasn’t the point. You hoped she hadn't said anything about you and him as an item at any point in time… you trusted that Kevin could handle that though; that was what the pact was for, after all.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” She arched a brow. “But anyway, yes, so we bumped into Josh’s mom on the last leg around the lake, and she mentioned that he’s majoring in chemistry and planning to go into medicine. You guys might have something in common."

You pursed your lips. Perhaps the two of you might have something to talk about, but your track was pre-veterinary rather than pre-med. There was probably a middle ground though... Maybe you were just being stubborn.

“Just make friends or something,” she said to you while standing up from the couch. “You need more of those.”

Your eyes shot wide open. “Hello? Mom?” Now that was simply uncalled for.

She chuckled impishly as she walked away and disappeared down the hall, leaving you to yourself. You were lucky neither of the twins were here to hear that burn.

a/n: if i am being so fr i don't even really like the part i chose for this lol but i haven't written the juicy parts yet 🤕 so stay tuned pls ... haha

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[vodika-vibes]

Hello! I have returned! My heart belongs to Prudii!

Can I request a Prudii x female reader with either him confessing with a dash of smut or him holding his newborn child for the first time!

Thank you ahead of time!

-G

My Heart Is Yours

Summary: You and Prudii have been friends for, what feels like, years. You can’t imagine your life without him in it. You’re a woman in love, and it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same way, your friendship is too important.

Pairing: Prudii Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1554

Warnings: Some spice near the end

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Hihi! I love writing Prudii and, as it happens, I already have a Prudii fic where he meets and holds his child for the first time. It's called First Meeting, and I'm more than happy to let you have the link! Anyway, I tried to make this smutty, but for some reason, it felt awkwardly placed in the story.

“Well now, look who it is,” You look up from where you’re stretched out on a bench in front of the building where Prudii works when he’s not deployed, and you favor the man with a bright smile, “Of all of the military bases in all of the world—” He teases as he drops onto the bench next to you.

“Welcome back,” You lean forward to look him in the face, “Kal shot me a message saying that you guys got back early.”

Prudii tilts his head, curious, “You gossip with my buir, sunshine?”

“Well, he does have the best gossip,” You counter with a grin, though it falters slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“He said that you were shot—” You offer hesitantly.

Prudii closes his eyes for a moment, “And that’s why I don’t want him gossipping with you,” He mutters, “I was grazed, sunshine. Didn’t even leave a scar.”

You twist your lips, “...you’re sure?”

“Absolutely positive.”

Your anxiety fades at his comment, and you lean back on the bench as your smile returns. “Well, good. I’m glad you’re not hurt.”

Prudii turns on the bench to look at you, “How long have you been waiting here?”

“Oh…not long,” You lie.

“So if I check the security cameras, I’ll only see you waiting for, what? 15 minutes? 20?”

“Well, a little longer than that?”

“Sunshine, how long have you been waiting?”

“Just…a couple of hours.”

He leans back, sighing, “How many is a couple?”

“Well, mathematically speaking, it’s two.”

“Uh-huh, have you been waiting for me for two hours?”

“I wasn’t really keeping track,” You lie again, “It’s a nice day, and I had a new book to read.”

“Uh-huh,” Quickly, Prudii reaches into your purse and pulls out your comm. You pout at him as he unlocks it, goes to your messages, and opens the message from Kal, “Sunshine, buir told you about my injury six hours ago, you haven’t been sitting here for six hours, have you?”

“...no.”

“Oh, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you ‘oh, sweetheart’ me, Prudii Skirata! I was worried!”

He points at you with your comm, “No more messaging my buir.”

“I’ll message who I like, thank you. You’re not my mother.” He opens his mouth to say something, but you continue before he can interrupt you, “Anyway! I have a stew in the crockpot if you want to come over for dinner?”

Prudii narrows his eyes at you, then he drops your comm back into your purse, “I like the idea of that, but this conversation isn’t over.”

“Yeah, it is,”

“Ah, sunshine. I’m just as stubborn as you are,” He smoothly gets to his feet and offers you his hand. You take his hand without a second thought, and then laugh as he tugs you against his side and drapes his arm over your shoulders, “Anyway, how have you been? Last time I talked to you, you said that you were having some problems with one of your coworkers?”

You grab your purse and sling it over your shoulder, before allowing him to guide you down the street, easy conversation flowing between you. Honestly, you don’t know what you’d do without him in your life.

As luck would have it, your apartment is only twenty minutes away from the base where Prudii lives. And the walk is only that long because you tend to stroll, rather than speed-walk.

Eventually, you reach your apartment door, and Prudii drops his arm to his side as you key in the door code. He follows you into your apartment, stopping just inside the door to remove his armor, while you kick your boots into the closet.

The house smells amazing, the scent of the stew fills your home, and Prudii lets out a hum of delight as he inhales deeply, “Smells amazing.”

“I’m glad,” You counter with a bright smile, “It’s been cooking since early this morning, hopefully it’ll be nice and tender when it’s finished in a few hours.”

“Hours, huh?”

“What, don’t want to spend time with me?”

He chuckles, “If I knew that we were going to have hours, I would have brought some movies.”

“I have movies,” You remind him as you gesture to your holo, “A bunch of them.”

“I know, I know.” He heads into the living room, with you on his heels. “I’m sure we can find something to watch.”

You don’t answer him, in fact, you’re not even really listening. Instead, you’re watching him with your hands pressed over your chest, and you’re anxiously biting your lower lips.

“Sunshine?” Prudii walks over to you and places his hands on your shoulders, “What’s wrong?”

“...are you sure you’re okay?”

A look of surprise slides across his face, then it changes into something soft, and he moves his hands to lightly cup your face, “I promise.”

You lean your head into his touch, “When Kal said that you were shot, I thought…I thought that—” You trail off, unable to finish your thought.

“Hey,” Prudii tilts your head slightly so that you’re looking him in the eye, “There is nothing that will keep me from coming back to you, okay? Especially not something as insignificant as a blaster round.”

You frown at him, “They’re not insignificant, Prudii.”

“Here, see for yourself,” He releases you, takes a step back, and smoothly peels the top of his blacks off.

You can’t help but drop your gaze to his chest.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes when you see the scars crossing his chest, “Oh, Prudii—” Your gaze lingers on a starburst-looking scar on his lower stomach. Without thinking, you reach out and your fingers brush against the scar.

And then, several things happen at the same time.

The muscles in Prudii’s stomach jump at your touch, he inhales sharply, and you jerk your hand away from him as if burned, an apology already on the tip of your tongue. But before the first syllable passes your lips, he catches your lips with his own and pulls your hands to rest against his chest, encouraging you to touch him.

Quickly, very quickly, the kiss goes from, almost, innocent to something very heated. Your hands slide across his chest, absently tracing muscles, and then over his shoulders so you’re able to wrap your arms tightly around his neck.

Prudii’s hands settle low on your hips, low enough to be considered improper, but they don’t stay there. One of his hands drifts down to roughly grope your ass, squeezing and massaging you through the thin material of your leggings, while the other hand slides under the hem of your shirt and drifts up under he’s tracing the lace material of your bra.

You break the kiss, gasping for air, but Prudii quickly dives back in, his teeth catching your lower lip.

“Pru—” You’re not even able to finish saying his name before he pulls a ragged moan from your lips as he tugs the cups of your bra down and his rough fingers find your nipples, pinching and rolling them with surprising skill. “Kriff, Prudii—” You gasp, your back arching slightly.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” He mumbles as his lips move from yours, to drag down your throat, “Wanted you?”

One of your hands moves to tangle in his hair, “T-tell me,” You gasp out.

“Your birthday,” He pulls away long enough to rip your shirt off, and properly removes your bra, before his lips find purchase against your throat again, “You were wearing that short skirt and the tight crop top,” Prudii mumbles before biting down on your neck, “Wanted to bend you over right there.”

“That long?” You whine as his lips move to a different spot on your neck, and he bites down again.

“That long,” He agrees, dragging his lips to your collar and leaving another mark on the thin skin there, “I’ve loved you since the day you offered to share your name day with me,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Prudii’s lips catch yours again, and he ducks slightly to hook his arms under your thighs, lifting you, “Hook your legs—”

He doesn’t have to finish his instruction, as you immediately wrap your legs around him and roll your hips against the obvious erection pressed, deliciously, against you.

Prudii groans, “oh, good girl.”

You shiver at his words, pleasure shooting through you, “You love me?” You managed to maintain enough of your thought process to ask that, important, question.

“So much. More than anything.” Prudii murmurs as he grinds you against him. “Need you, sunshine. Let me have you,”

You bury your hands in his curls, “You have me.” You whisper against his ear, “Always, forever.”

Prudii pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath before he pulls you into a deep kiss. You eagerly kiss him back as he carries you through your home, and nudges open the bedroom door.

“Changed my mind,” He mumbles, as he kicks the door shut behind him, “If it leads to this, you can talk to my buir as much as you like.”

A startled laugh falls from you, a laugh that turns into a gasping moan as he pins you under him on the bed and roughly bites down on your shoulder. 

And you can’t help but think that this is a perfect homecoming.

[serosluv2]

hi love! idk how long ago you posted that you wanted sero requests but here i am.

tattoo artist!sero and it’s like your first time getting tattooed and he talks you through everything that’s going to happen and everything that he’s doing and just making sure that you feel safe. i acc love it so much honestly it could be his partner or a complete stranger but honestly OBSESSED with this idea rn it’s doing my head in i just NEED it on paper

thank u sum for the request & i love tattoo artist!sero !!

You've been thinking about this for quite some time. Ever since you saw your eldest cousin with their first tattoo when you were much younger, you’ve been dreaming about getting your own.

On an impromptu girls' trip into the bright city of Tokyo, your closest friends, Momo and Ochako, convince you this is the time! “but I need to do so much more research about what place I want to go to! what sized needle I should get, and… SO MUCH MORE!” you say in the dimly lit bar, tipsy enough to even be thinking about this idea but not so much that you’re stumbling. “Oh, com’on Y/n !! my girlfriend knows this guy who owns a tattoo place, I think it’s near here, and he’s like, so legit ! she only goes to him and his people.” Momo chimes in. This made you even more unsure. You love Momo’s girlfriend! She is cool and funny but the crowd she runs with is… a wilder than you’re used to. “Is this the same guy that almost got us arrested at that house party?” you say back, reminding her of that night year or two ago. “oh my lord no !!! That’s Denki. this guy is Sero, he is super chill, an amazing artist, and can do anything. even those super small, dainty ones you like.” After about 3 more drinks, the three of you guys are outside by the bar, and Momo is calling this Sero guy, asking if his place is still open. and it is.

After about a 10 minute walk, you arrive at the place. “Tokyo’s Ink” looks cool enough. Rustic and dark enough to draw in the right crowd but oddly clean and tidy enough so no one thinks it’s some sketchy dump. you stumble in with the help of Momo and are greeted with a tall male at the front desk. “uh.. Momo, are you sure she’s ok to like do this?” aww sweet. you think. he clearly cares about his clients which makes you more open to trusting him like this. “yeah yeahh she’s fine. not as bad as ochako though.” momo replies, laughing before she notices- oh shit. where’s ochako? after mumbling you can’t understand between the two tall dark haired people, she dashed out, assuming to look for her. “so, y/n right? i think we met a couple times when you went out with momo and jirou.” oh yeah. You remember seeing him in the crowds with Jirou’s ragtag friends group. “oh yeahhh. you used to have a lip piercing, where’d that go?” you ask, peering up at his face. “oh i uh, got into a fight and it got ripped out.” he says so nonchalantly, leaving you stunned, wide eyed. “holy shit!” “yeah, so you’re thinking of getting a tattoo?” he says and sits back on the desk in the entry way. You can see him a little more clearly now and he’s gorgeous. His hair looks clean and soft, a little outgrown mullet but it looks good. His hands show the ends of some complex artwork going up his arms. even though his lip ring is gone, he still has a lot of other jewelry hanging from him. Earrings and bulky silver rings and a thin chain around his neck. “um yeah i’m definitely getting ones,” you say a little louder than you intended. “but i need to know you are like, legit.” you say and he laughs. It’s a nice, deep laugh that makes your heart do flips. He says he can take you to the chair where he’ll go over the procedure and you can ask any questions you want. “so hopefully you’ll come back when you’re in a better, state and we willl start by sketching out some designs of the tattoo you want. we’ll work on that untr it’s perfect for your pretty self,” your ears perk up and blush at his comment. He notices and smiles back at you, “then i’ll print it out as an outline and trace it with a marker on the spot you want, once that placent is where you want it to be then we will start inking.” he says.

Sero starts talking again. About needle sizes, ink color, if you wanted shading and color or just an outline, blah blah blah. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t focus on his words when he looked like that. he sat directly in front of you, legs slightly spread, you could see the tension his muscular thighs were putting those tight black jeans through. Sero, with his pericings almost glistening in the overhead light, a light that contorted the muscles of his arms, was slouching and leaning forward ever so slightly so that you could see down his thin and baggy white t-shirt to his chest. He stopped talking but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his torso. god he looks so good.

He said something. Your name maybe? Then he was standing. It only took half a step until he was towering over you. His hand reached up to caress your jawline and lift your chin up to him. You could smell him now. Not the sandalwood that aired in the shop but him. He didn’t smell like a cologne, more like fresh sheets, warm vanilla with a hint of that manly musk. “you got it, princess?” he said. you could feel his warm and calloused hand against your hot, soft skin. god he definitely works out. you don’t get calloused hands from tattooing. you thought. “um yes. i-i- i’m sorry what do i got?” you replied. Suddenly the buzz you felt in the bar was back but this wasn’t from alcohol, you were high off something else. He laughed softly before saying “i asked if you understood everything i just told you. we you want i can schedule you for an appointment tonight.” his hand dropped from you face and planted on the table behind you. He was leaning down, closer to you. You could practically feel his breath, his lips on you. Sero’s eyes darted down to your lips, then slowly back up to you. His eyes were determined. Searching for any discomfort in yours as he slowly, and i mean slowly, attempted to close the distance between you two until,

ba dingg !

the bell above the door jingled, causing the both of you to retreat quickly. “Found her !!” Momo exclaimed as she was dragging a very sad Ochako, face covered in ice cream, by her side. “O-Oh great !” you said standing up. Sero stood and backed up, giving you room to walk to your friends. He went behind the front counter and grabbed his scheduling book out from under it. Opening it he look at back at you, “so are you free next friday?” he asked clicking his pen, looking at you. “um, oh yes. yes i am after 4pm!” you replied. he scribbled something down and looked back up at you. “great then. i’ll see you at 5:00pm next friday.” he said with his million dollar smile. Momo then proceeded to tell you how late it was and how your group should probably turn in for the night. “I’ll walk you guys out!” Sero jumped into the conversation following Momo and Ochako already half way out the door. Then he put his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of his shop. You turn your head to thank him for letting you come in way past business hours. “don’t worry about it princess, it was my pleasure.” he whispered back to you. his lips softly kissing your neck for the first and last time that night before leading you out.

god you can’t wait until friday. now you just have less than two weeks to figure out what kind of tattoo you want.

[jackdup]

Us rolling over over here with a handful of stars and hearts to spread all over when you deserve all of the best!!! Sammyyyy it must be said that you are truly one of the coolest and sweetest folks to exist ever!!! You're always very kind and lovely to us and those around you. Anyone would be so blessed to get to meet you and have you as a friend. Your presence is as warm as the sun and bright as infinite stars! Whenever we get a notification or a reply from you, it's like getting a quick happy hug! I always get so happy when we see you on dash or notifs while we always wish you the best of all. It's always an absolute joy chatting with you as well while I enjoy all of our conversations that we have so far. Your portrayals are wonderful, also! You're so passionate and dedicated to every muses you pick up, I'm constantly amazed by the endless love and care you put out in their dialogues, personalities, general headcanons, etcetera. Like with Timothy for an example, I can always be able to envision him perfectly from your incredible writings and even your headcanons speak volume of his character so amazingly well. Truly, do you make everything and everywhere so much more funner and brighter. No places can be the same without ya! The world needs more kind folks like you. We're super duper happy we could meet and befriend ya, Samstar! You're so amazing. Thank you for being an amazing friend and person overall! We're sending you so much love and light, always!!! 💖✨💖✨💖✨

@devours || ‧₊˚ ✩°｡⋆♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ ⋆˙⟡♡⋆｡°✩˚₊‧

(/ε＼*) you guuuuuys !!! 💖

first of all, did you just . . . know I was heading into a bad week or something? (◕‸ ◕✿) i s2g, the timing for this sweet and most loving message is insane in the way that you legit sent it right when i needed it and i'm legit in shock over that gnhajogdhnjao you're truly too incredible in too many ways and i cannot even being to express how much this means to me in general, but especially right now—

thank you thank you thank you!! (⺣◡⺣)♡*

i realize i'm a broken record at this point, but i do in turn want you to know how much you guys mean to me and how grateful i am that i met you ! (´⌣`ʃƪ) you're one of the first people i've engaged in a long thread with on timmy's account, and i'll never forget how welcoming and supportive you were from the very start (and continue to prove to be!). it warms my heart that not only were tim and micah able to just so immediately click together, but we as their writers had the same thing happen, and it really lends itself to a long-term friendship here that i'm so excited to have the privilege to pursue with you! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

your talent is immeasurable, okay? i can't possibly say that enough. your presence is always a warmth on my dash i value so much, and i love that you're always just so pleasant and encouraging to all of your rp partners. it's something this site definitely needs more of, so thank you for setting a great example for all of us. ♡

sending so much love and light back atcha! thank you again so so much for this sweet message! it's definitely brightened a stressful week!

[hannahlovesluca]

hey heyyy, if you dont feel like doing matchups atm feel free to ignore this BUT i've been a lil tempted...

(i'd prefer a guy but a lady is fine too!)

my name is basil

my pronouns are she/they :3

sexuality: bisexual w/ a preference for men

i'm a sagittarius!

im an isfp-t (according to the test im 99% introverted-)

my oshis are: luca kaneshiro, kyo kaneko and maria marionette

appearance: VERY PALE...it's kinda concerning. i have like shoulder length messy brown hair, green eyes (with VERY VISIBLE eyebags) and somewhere inbetween thick and thin.

personality: i'm rlly quiet and socially anxious in public but online? i'm probably the most unhinged person you'll ever meet. i have like zero filter and i rarely ever think before i speak. my friends say im super empathetic and nice but im also a tad bit silly... i apologize wayyy too much and i'll admit, i'm a bit of a horndog and i am decently flirty (even tho my rizz game is like -100). i also get distracted veryyy easily and i procrastinate a lot.

i rlly like cats, salty foods, calm video games, art (even tho i suck at it), my friends <3, writing, candles, anime, sleeping and vocaloid songs

i HATE flashing / bright lights, bugs and spiders, loud noises, the dark, super quiet places and social gatherings

love language (giving): PHYSICAL TOUCH 100%. i loove hugging people and just touching people in general! (that sounded rlly weird). runner ups are acts of service and words of affirmation!

love language (receiving): basically the same as giving! i adore physical touch so much, it makes me feel rlly happy :3. runner ups are quality time and words of affirmation.

extra: im EXTREMELY PICKY with food. like i barely eat throughout the day and i assume that if theres a food i havent tried, i won't like it. i also suck at cooking (aka ive never cooked anything so therefore i suck). uhhh i have a russian blue kitten named shio as well as three other cats and two dogs!!

thats it i think!

GET BETTER SOON HANNAH!!!

i pair you with…

Mysta Rias!

hear me out…

• oh my god you are actually the exact same person

• extremely introverted in public and unhinged as hell behind closed doors

• also hes said before he likes short hair on a girl so 🙈🙈

• and again, like a previous mysta matchup; neither of you can cook.

• which leads to a lot of dates whether that be in a restaurant or ordered from door dash (thats the company right? ours in sweden is called Wolt LMAOO)

• also thank you for hoping i get better i am fully recovered

• mysta adores physical touch so knowing thats your love language is amazing for him hes so infatuated jejdksjsowudbdkwo

• and VOCALOID!!! he loves vocaloid and rhythm games

• IF YOU LOVE RHYTHM GAMES HE WILL ACTUALLY DIE OF HAPPINESS

• also isfp and infj (him) go really well together imo and its just so :))

• ugh him, luca, ike, selen and pogmu… i could go on forever about them

• messages you’ll receive:

• “KISS ME BITCH” “why couldnt you just ask in person?”

• “where the fuck did all my socks go”

[mchlgayser]

✮ 'hello there!' ft reo mikage

synopsis: It all begins with a 'Hello' and the bond blossoms into something deeper-

─── ୨୧ warning: languages

─── ୨୧ notes: HELLO everyone! How're we doing today? I'm sorry for being inactive for that long, I've been dealing with a few crises right now and it's draining but I'm getting back on track, and it's lovely! Thanks for waiting(?) and here is something for a make up 😘! (this is an au, not entirely following the manga plot just for my fun only teehee)

Voices muffling with the help of the booming music sound elicited from the headphone. You had to change your pair of sweats into new fresh ones but keep your baggy pair of pants. You get a brush to comb your hair and get your bag before you eventually leave your bedroom. The annoying creaking sound of the creaky stair doubling, thanks to your heavy Doc. Martens boots.

Both your drunkard parents turn their heads toward your way looking with a look as if you are out of your mind 'What?' You told them with a roll of eyes 'Where ya think ya' goin'?' They gain another roll of eyes from you 'I'm going to school.' You didn't wait another moment to dash outside of the house that smelt of heavy alcohol and cigarette.

The immediate scent of the morning breeze hit your nose, the wind gushing faintly, and the twittering sound of birds from afar as you continue walking down the wet pathway - effect from the hours-long drizzle that dawn.

It was fifteen minutes walk to your school - past by a convenience store, the coffee shop, the usual library you would hang out at during summer, and the public swimming pool whose water stinks like the school's toilet water.

You see a couple of students from your school walking - some on a bicycle, riding to school and you see him. An unfamiliar bright purple-haired. He is alone but behind him filled with a group of people, both men and women. You could notice from afar how uncomfortable he is with some of them.

Half of the classes ended, and it was finally time for recess. Unlike usual, you decided not to eat with your friends but instead, you ran off to the school's gymnasium. The place is dimmed despite the bright weather outside but it is somehow cold and chilly inside. You sat on the stage pulling out the cream bun you bought at the canteen and began unwrapping it.

You eat your food in silence - the music still shuffling loudly, when suddenly the door opens once more and this time - a familiar bright purple hair came in sight. You spot the guy from before, and he is strutting towards you 'Hello there!' He greeted with a small smile - under the bright sunlight coming from the gaps in the door you could notice his - even brighter purple hues. They were round and big even when he smile.

'Can I seat with you?' You look around before you shrug 'Sure' You are carefree about it and it eases him, he hops beside you on the stage unwrapping his bun, and began eating with you, in utter silence before you decided to break the ice 'What's your name?' You asked in the process you silenced the music not noticing the gawking reaction he's giving you 'Mikage Reo.'

This time it was your time to gawk at his face 'You are that Mikage Reo.' You are familiar with the name. How could you not? He is the only heir of the Mikage Corporation. His parents are famous for their generous donation every year to the school - even if this is an elite school for kids born with silver spoon feed to their mouths. You? You are a scholarship case. Your parents are no CEOs, millionaires, or such, they do nothing to gain your position in this school. All are your grades.

'Hey!' You spaced in back to reality when you heard Reo shout 'What are you thinking about?' He chuckles stuffing the bun wrapper inside his pocket. You shake your head at him with a lazy chuckle 'The bell rang, we should head back.' He informs offering a hand for you to take 'I barely know you.' You said with a smug look and your brows cock 'Really now? You know my name and I know yours...' You give him a suspicious look

'No, you don't.' You give him a challenging look to which he laughs back 'You are Y/n.' Your jaw drops for a moment before you laugh at him 'How do you know?'

'How can I not know?'

It continues as a routine for both of you to eat together during recess and head back to class. Today is no different, Reo would walk to the gymnasium along with the bun he bought and meet you there - like usual but this time you had your hair tied (you had a little of your hair tied if you had short hair).

'Hey!' He grin when you didn't respond to him seeing that your nose is stuck in the book you are reading plus the headphone that he'd never seen leave your form - either on your neck or on your ears.

The gloomy figure towers over you are what averts your attention back to actuality 'Oh - hey.' You close the book placing it beside you before you pet the space beside you for him to sit 'Here, I got extras for you.' He handed you your usual cream bun 'Thanks.' You smile accept the food and waste no time digging in.

He chuckles creating a halt in you. You look at him with one brow cock upward 'What so funny lizard boy?' He chuckles even harder pointing toward the corner of his lip 'You got some stain there.' You make a face as you lick clean the stain off your lip 'Is it still there?' He nods making you groan, ready to wipe more access using your uniform before Reo hands you a tissue 'Use this instead.' You wipe some more and continue eating like before.

Reo was on his track - still, watching you eat with - somehow big curious eyes 'It would be a waste not to eat that.' You said still munching on your bun but your eyes are on him. He lightly jolt when you said that and awkwardly grin 'Yeah, sure. No way I would give you.' He joked making you roll your eyes 'Like I want to. I can just buy another one.' You declared with a pretended scoff.

Reo is about to take his first bite when the bell rang 'Slowpoke.' You tease finishing the last bite and throwing away the wrapper. You take your book and put it back the headphone on your ears 'I'll see you tomorrow.' You wave at him and was about to leave when he holds your hand 'Wanna go somewhere later?' Your eyes shrink before you ultimately nod your head, agreeing.

'Alright, I'll see you around!' And he left first, running off to his class as you did the same - but walks instead.

The bell rang indicating the school had ceased, Reo who had just gotten out of class but didn't waste any more seconds dashed outside to your blocks 'Y/n!' You heard somebody yell, you turn your head around to look but your head aggressively clashing on another people. You both thud to the floor with a loud groan and a throbbing skull.

'That hurts..' You wince gently, soothing the light bump on your head. You open one eye to see Reo on the other side, also holding his temple and rubbing it 'You are bleeding...' You croak, Reo carefully lifts his eyes to meet yours and laughs 'Slight, I'll be fine.' You rejoin him together in laughter before you both get up and went shortly to the infirmary to badge up.

The nurse gave you both reusable ice packs along with a small towel, she even instructed you to take a cold shower after you both got home.

'You sure you'll be fine?' He asks, a visible pout on his face 'Yes, I will. You should go home and get proper treatment. I don't want your parents coming to school and suing me for that huge bump on your head.' You mess around earning a laugh from him 'But I promised you I'll take you somewhere.'

'You didn't promise, even if you did it's okay. We can always go some other time, right?' A small grin slipped on his lips and he bobs his head in agreement 'See you tomorrow!' You said ready to leave when he hold your hand once more

A soft peck left lingering on your cheek, your heart thumping like crazy just like you've run a marathon, and your face exploded into a million shades of red 'Get home safe,' He mentions placing a flat palm atop your head and rubbing it 'See you tomorrow.' You watch him retreat to a nice black car as he gets in with a man assisting him and he left - with his car window rolled down - easy for him to wave over at you.

The car figure disappear not long after and you left, with the thought of Reo leaving a gentle peck on your cheek.

[edupunkn00b]

Remus

Remus, a sophomore, attends a first year Law School party under false pretenses.

Janus leaves said party, drunk and annoyed that his friend Jack has yet again deserted him as he chased some tail.

It's a storybook meet cute, right? ---

WC: 4918 - Rated M - alcohol, underage (19 yo) drinking, heavily suggestive, kissing, swearing, angst (with comfort) - Celebrating Remus' birthday by exploring some mature content ---

It was a gorgeous day. It was cool without being cold and the clear, bright autumn light made the entire campus glow. Remus had his sketchbook and pencils and slowly made his way to the Quad outside the dining hall. He was early to meet Roman for dinner, but he wanted to capture all the colors before the setting sun—and impending Seattle rain—leeched them all away.

He had nearly gotten to his favorite tree, the giant gingko at the center of the Quad, when a smiling upperclassman approached him. "Oh, Roman, thank god I found you! I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you free tonight to help block the stage for my play?"

Remus smiled back and tilted his head with a little shoulder shimmy. "Well, hello, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, but I'm not Roman." He pressed a hand to his chest, and bowed. "I'm Remus, his twin."

The man's face fell a bit. "Oh, sorry to bother you. Um, well, if you see Roman, will you let him know Nate's looking for him?"

Remus nodded and opened his mouth to reply but the man had already started off in the other direction. Remus shrugged and resumed walking.

He camped out under his favorite tree along the path he knew Roman would have to take on his way to the dining hall, pulled on his headphones and started drawing. After several minutes, he was interrupted by someone tapping his shoulder and waving a hand in front of his face. He freed one ear. She was smiling broadly, "I said, Roman, I didn't know you were an artist, too! Does that make you a quadruple threat?"

Remus grinned as wide as he could and spread his arms as if to say 'tada!' "You've got Roman's one and only brother Remus this afternoon!" He pretended not to notice the fractional dip in the girl's smile when he said his name. "You like art? I've got other sketches here..." He reached out as though to shake her hand, "You know my name now, what's yours?"

Her smile had shrunk to a small and polite closed-lipped ghost of its former self. "Oh, hi, Remus..." She gave the tiniest of shrugs. "I thought you were Roman. Uh, my name's Debbie. It's nice to meet you, but I should be getting to class." She started to turn. "See you around."

Remus kept the grin pasted on his face, "Sure, see you around..." He’d swallowed and replaced the headphones and returned to his drawing when he was interrupted yet again.

"Oh, Roman... just the man I wanted to see!" Remus' shoulders knotted and he sucked in a deep breath, ready to once more with feeling explain that he was sorry to disappoint the world but he was not, in fact, the dashing actor/singer/dancer Roman Prince, but only his identical-but-still-somehow-lesser-twin brother, Remus. He lifted his eyes and saw the hottest guy he'd seen all year—or at least that week. 

Fuck it. If they all wanted him to be Roman... then he'd be Roman.

"Well, hello there. And you’re just the man I wanted to see..." Remus dragged his eyes up and down the body of the tall, muscular man standing before him and grinned. "What can I do you for this lovely evening?"

The man laughed and offered his hand. Remus grabbed it and pulled himself up. “I’m throwing a little get together at my place tonight,” he smiled. “You should come.”

Remus bit his lower lip and smiled. “I’d love to come… to your party.” 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he laughed again and took Remus’ hand and scrawled the address of a building just off campus. He closed his fingers over his palm then brought his hand up for a soft kiss. “See you at seven, Roman?”

“I'll be there, baby.”

~~~

If Janus had to listen to one more cover of Hey Baby he was going to take a fucking mallet to Jack’s stereo.

He nursed his second scotch and scowled out at the buzzed party goers bouncing against each other in a gross approximation of dancing. It seemed like their entire first year law school class was jammed into that apartment, along with a dozen or so googly-eyed undergrads readily downing the potluck punch on the counter.

And Jack? His so-called best friend Jack who’d somehow convinced him to come to this third-rate tribute to the cult of Dionysis was wrapped around that sophomore he’d picked up on the Quad.

The younger man laughed again, a loud, almost nervous cackle, then rubbed up against Jack like they weren’t in the middle of a crowded party. Finally, Jack seemed to get an ounce of sense and disappeared with the guy into his bedroom.

Despite the pounding music, the room was quieter without them and Janus sat back in his chair, lifting his now empty glass to his lips. Fuck.

The bottle he’d snagged from the kitchen sat empty on the little table at his elbow. He knew where Jack had more but it would mean relinquishing his seat. One more, then he’d head home.

True to his prediction, the moment he stood, a couple swooped in, wrapped around each other and trying to swallow each other's faces. Rolling his eyes, he fished out the bottle at the back of Jack’s cereal cabinet and poured himself another healthy serving.

As he sipped, his eyes cast over the party. Surely there was someone here worth meeting, if only for a night. A shrieking cheer burst from the makeshift dance floor when Can’t Take Me Home played for the third time and everyone paired up to find new ways to drunkenly grind their genitals together.

“Prescient,” he muttered and drained his glass.

“You sick fuck!” Jack’s shout rose above the din but the rest of the party goers didn’t seem to notice. “You thought I wouldn’t care?”

“No, Jack, baby…” That obnoxious undergrad’s croon churned uncomfortably in Janus’ stomach, the voice was wrong but the tone…. Janus shook his head and swallowed back his first thought. “Of course you’d—” His voice cracked. ”It’s why I said something. I—”

“Just get the fuck out.” Jack didn’t even yell. He’d dragged the guy, half-naked, out to the living room and Janus watched from behind the kitchen island. The guy had stopped, struggling to button up his fly, when Jack shoved a bundle of clothes and a grungy pair of boots into his arms. He opened the door, barely waiting long enough for the guy to leave before letting it slam shut.

Jack caught his eye. “Jan!” His half-drunken smile returned as he slunk through the crowd to join him in the kitchen. “I see you found my Ballantine’s,” he laughed and swiped Janus’ empty glass and the bottle, refilling it. He gulped down half of it before returning it to him.

“What was that all about?” Janus asked, looking pointedly at the door.

“Ah, nothing worth worrying about,” he shook his head. “Hm, but that ”—Jack winked at a senior dressed in leather pants and a cropped mesh tank that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Now that’s something I’d like to concern myself with. Excuse me, mon ami. You’re good for a while, right?” he asked, clapping Janus’ back and walking away before he could answer.

He hadn’t yet finished his drink by the time Jack was leading a replacement conquest back to his room. Janus knew he wasn’t really one to judge but at least he bothered to let his sheets cool before he pulled someone new into his bed.

Slamming back the dregs of his fourth—fifth?—and last drink, Janus left the glass in the sink and took the bottle with him before slipping out into the hallway.

The door closed behind him with a heavy thunk and the quiet hallway swallowed up the echo of the party. He leaned against the door, relishing the moment the ringing in his ears faded away, leaving only the hum of machinery from the elevator.

And quiet sniffling from the stairwell.

Janus stepped closer, toe-heeling his way down the carpeted hall until he peeked around the corner and spotted Jack’s sophomore from the party, now fully dressed and sitting on the steps. His back was turned to Janus, but his auburn hair and faded Green Day tee shirt were unmistakable. Sitting two steps down and curled against the wall, he’d tucked his feet up on the same step and hugged them to his chest like a lost friend.

It felt rude to pretend he wasn’t there while he waited for the elevator, so Janus cleared his throat and stepped closer. The guy bolted upright, scuffed Docs skidding down a step and he craned his neck to look over his shoulder.

Pater, you asshole. Don't talk to him. Don't talk to him, don't talk to him, don’t—

“Hey,” Janus murmured, fishing in his pockets for a tissue. “You, uh… You alright?” He set down the whiskey bottle and finally found a little packet and passed it down to him. “Are you hurt?”

A sharp smile cut across his face and he scrubbed his eyes dry with one sleeve even as he struggled to pull out a tissue. “Of course, I’m fine, cutie.” His gaze danced over the banister, up and down the steps, everywhere but Janus’ eyes. “I’m doin’ just fine. How are you doin’?”

Janus frowned as he tried to meet his eyes. He had a tiny scar in the outer corner, just below his eyebrow. Gabe had had a scar there, too. But bright green eyes peeked through auburn curls instead of that familiar warm ebony. 

They carried the same sadness, though. 

He shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you for asking,” he murmured, smoothing his mask back on. “Weren’t you at the party with Jack?” he asked, deflecting his flirting. He was certain the guy hadn’t noticed him there, and it could give him an out at least.

“Yeah, I was, but…” he looked away but not before Janus saw his smile disintegrate.

“That bad, huh?” C’mon, man, save us both some face. “I always suspected Jack was a selfish lover but I figured he’d at least give you a reach around,” he tried to joke.

The guy barked out a wet laugh. “I wouldn’t know. We didn’t get that far.” He scrubbed away more tears with the heel of his palm and shrugged before he again hugged his legs close to his chest. “Jack had me confused with someone else and, once I told him, he…” his voice cracked, belying his earlier wicked grin and sultry little wink.

“You have a doppelganger around here?”

“Yeah…” he whispered, “My twin.”

“Ah.” Janus squinted at him. For all his obnoxious innuendos and loud flirtation at the party, the man now sat hunched on a dirty step, arms wrapped around his shins, practically the fetal position. He looked like he wanted to sink into the floor and Janus’ hands twitched, nearly overwhelmed by the desire to wipe away the fresh tears slowly trailing down his cheek. He’s not Gabe, he’s not Gabe, he’s not Gabe.

A thought seeped through his tipsy mind and went straight to his mouth. “But, wait… you didn’t realize Jack had you confused with your twin?”

He shifted on the step, chewing at his lip. He looked like he’d eaten something rotten.

“Ah,” Janus said again, quieter this time. The man somehow shrunk further into himself. He stepped a little closer, drawn by something he couldn’t explain. “So if you’re not your brother, who are you?”

He looked up at Janus, trying—and failing—to hide the wobble in his lower lip. “You won’t laugh?” Janus raised a hand with a wink.

“Never.” 

“I’m Remus,” he said quietly. “And not from that fucking book.”

Janus sat down next to him. “I’d never laugh at the founder of Rome.”

Remus’ lips twitched with a surprised smile, eyeing Janus from the corner of his eyes.

“Besides, Remus, I’ve got you beat.”

He smirked. “Oh, yeah, where’s your paddle, Daddy?”

Janus threw his back and laughed. “I prefer ‘Sir,’” he said, shaking his head and pretending to stand.

“Okay, for real,” Remus grabbed at his sleeve, a flash of genuine warmth in his smile. “Tell me? What’s your name?”

Not Gabe. That same mix of soft spice. But different. Alcohol sang through his veins, muffling the alarms in his chest. “My name is Janus,” he said at last.

Remus’ eyebrows jumped up and his grin broadened. “Latin?” Janus nodded and a smile slowly spread across his face.

“Hm… I really do need to brush up on my Latin studies.” His eyes dragged over Janus’ body as he licked his lips. Janus felt his face and chest flush and Remus only pouted, sliding a little closer. “The only thing I know how to say is cum magna calor.”

“I don’t believe that word means what you think it means.” 

“Maybe you should give me some lessons.” He let his palm rest on Janus' knee. “I’m a quick study.”

He’s not Gabe, he’s not Gabe, he’s not Gabe. It’s just a fucking scar, Pater. He’s not Gabe.

Remus’ hand slid up his thigh, his hot palm burning through the thin material of Janus’ slacks.

“I might have something for that back at my place,” he finally purred, staring back into those bright green eyes. “It’s a bit of a walk, but… you look like you've got some stamina.”

Remus stood, taking Janus’ hand. “I’ve got an even better idea.”

~~~~~

The night had turned cold since the party started and Remus curled one arm around Janus’ waist as they walked. “We’ll keep eachother warm,” he murmured, tentatively sliding a hand into his back pocket. Janus just smiled back and took a swig from the bottle he’d apparently stolen from Jack’s party.

“This’ll keep us warm, too,” he almost slurred, pressing the bottle into Remus’ empty hand.

He watched Janus’ eyes as he drank, the whiskey burning far more than the punch had at the party. Janus hadn’t even flinched as he drank and, though Remus tried to hide it, the other man noticed.

“Oh, a light weight,” he grinned, capping the bottle and pulling him closer as they walked. 

“Cut me some slack, baby,” Remus shrugged with a little smile. “Nineteen year olds don’t usually drink a lot of whiskey.”

He was sure he’d made a mistake when something flashed across Janus’ face but the wrinkle in his brow soon smoothed and he drank the last of the bottle before dropping it in the grass.

“That’s littering,” he smiled.

“Mm-hm,” Janus hummed back and stopped walking. He drew Remus close and nuzzled against his neck. “Add to that public drunken disorderly conduct, supplying alcohol to a minor…” He nipped at the soft flesh just above his collar bone. “Wanna add public lewdness?”

“Be gay, do crimes?” Remus chuckled, scanning the Quad over Janus’ shoulder. Raindrops splattered against the grass. It was light for now, but… “How about we go somewhere warmer?” he whispered, slowly pulling away. He searched the other man’s eyes. His gaze was fuzzy, not focusing on any one spot for long. No matter what they did, he needed to get Janus indoors.

Janus nodded. “Lead the way, Remus Caesar,” he bowed, leaning heaving against Remus’ side as he straightened.

“It’s Prince, actually,” he chuckled. “Just through here,” Remus whispered, pointing to the far side of the science building and pushing away the unease in the pit of his stomach. He slipped his arm free and crouched down in front of a dark window at ground level. Grinning up at Janus, he turned the latch and laughed as it easily spun in place.

“The lock’s been busted since at least last winter and they still haven’t fixed it.” Swinging the window open, he rolled onto his stomach and shimmied partway down. “I’ll jump down, then help you through,” he said, fresh warmth filling his chest at the surprised gleam in Janus’ eyes.

He grunted as he dropped down to the floor and fell to one knee, but quickly recovered. “Just a sec!” he called and spotted a sturdy desk to shove under the window. He clambered on top of it and whispered through the window. “Come on. It’s a short drop.”

“Isn’t the prince meant to climb the tower, not sneak through the basement?” he chuckled, crawling after him and sliding his lower half through the open window.

“Whatever works.” Remus’ hands were warm and steady on his hips as he guided him down until they stood together on top of the dusty desk. Still gripping Remus’ arm, Janus looked around at the room. Three old skeletons, each missing limbs, were gathered in one corner, the green exit light spilling through the door cast long shadows across the floor. A dozen or so rolling chalkboards were tucked in the opposite corner, and the center of the room was crowded with cracked lab benches and half-broken equipment.

“How’d y’even find this place?” Janus frowned at the slurring fuzziness in his words, but Remus didn’t seem to notice. Or care. “I’s here as an undergrad fer two years an’ never came across it.”

“Never underestimate the power of a bored Art Major,” Remus laughed, picking up what had to be a replica of a WW II gas mask. Janus leaned in to inspect it but stumbled against a lab bench. His hands flew up to steady himself but he only ended up pinning Remus against the hard marble surface as he fell into his arms.

Remus peeled off the mask and let it tumble to the table behind him. He threaded his fingers behind Janus’ neck and pulled him closer. “Hmm…” he purred near his ear, hot breath sending a shiver down Janus’ spine. “I suppose we should never underestimate the power of a thirsty law student, either.”

That damned mix of softness and heat swirled in his eyes as he looked up at him. Eyes squeezed shut, Janus curled over him and sucked hard just under his jaw. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled and pushed back just enough to let him up before hitching himself up onto the lab bench. 

Janus slid back and watched Remus strip off his shirt. His chest was littered with mostly faded hickies and nicks and marks. He held his left arm close to his belly, but Janus caught a flash of scars running up and down his inner forearm as he worked open the top buttons of his jeans.

“No.” Janus shook his head and leaned forward to trace the faint marks on his chest. He smiled as he dragged both hands down his bare skin until he reached Remus’ hips. “C’mere,” he slurred and tugged him closer.

“One mark’s not enough for you?” Grinning, Remus climbed up and straddled his lap.

“Is ‘t fer you?”

Remus was eager and warm in his arms and every little gasp he let out sent shivers up and down Janus’ spine. The kisses he gave in return were tender, softly mouthing along Janus’ jaw and below his ear, sweet whispers of his name. 

The heavy scent of spring magnolias filled his lungs tears pricked the corners of his eyes. It had been so long since he’d felt this, this soft passion, the warmth and gentle kisses. “Tell me what you want,” Janus murmured after leaving a particularly dark mark on his chest.

“I want you,” he whispered. Gripping his shoulders, he ground down hard against him. “How about you catch up and get rid of some of your clothes, Jannie?”

Dizzy from the whiskey, Janus nodded but pulled him closer. He didn’t want to let go. “Anything you want, Gabe…”

“I’m not Gabe .” Remus pulled back, a tremble in his chin even as he glared. “I’m me . And if your Gabe’s so great, why isn’t he here grinding up against you instead of me?”

Stunned, Janus blinked at him, vision blurred in the darkened room as reality crashed down on him. A chilly breeze blew in through the open window, kicking up the scent of fallen leaves and a hint of woodsmoke from the line of houses next to campus. Sniffling, Remus climbed off his lap and picked up his discarded shirt. “I’m no replacement. Go find your fucking Gabe. Tell him I said ‘you’re welcome’ for warming you up for him.”

“Gabe’s gone,” Janus shot back, the lingering buzz stripping away his filter. “He’s in the fucking ground. He’s jus’… gone,” he muttered and then slid off the lab bench, swaying as he struggled to regain his footing.

“Shit, Jan, wait—” Remus grabbed his wrist, barely Janus’ sloppy roundhouse. But he didn’t let go.

“Wai’ what?” he shouted. Yanking his arm back only succeeded in pulling him closer.

“I didn’t know,” Remus said with a softness Janus couldn’t understand. “I’m sorry.” He traced calloused fingers over his cheek, leaving a wet trail across his skin.

Janus’ knees wobbled as his adrenaline fizzled away and he dropped down to the floor. He hung his head and watched the tears sprinkle against the hands—his and Remus’—in his lap. When had he started crying? 

“I didn’t know,” Remus whispered again after he knelt next to him. His free hand reached out and gently turned Janus’ head until he faced him.

He stared back at him and Janus trembled as he fought to pull his mask back on, but Remus wouldn’t release his gaze, bright green eyes demanding his attention, his story.

“No-one knows,” he whispered, words spilling out before he could stop them. “Not here at least…” A sob threatened to push up from the back of his throat and he clamped his teeth down on his lip. Remus brushed a thumb over his mouth, the unexpected tenderness unclenching his jaw. “It was… I los’ Gabe back home…” 

Tears chased his words and Remus pulled him close, cooing softly. He buried his face against Remus’ neck and cried.

~~~

“I sh… I should head home…” Janus didn’t want to let go, but his eyelids were heavy and swollen from crying, his head stuffed with cotton. He was miles from his earlier giddiness, but hours from sober and it was a long walk home.

”Oh, Jannie, you’re all the way down Broadway,” Remus drew him close again. He still hadn’t put on his shirt, but Janus had a hard time minding the warm, bare skin under his palms. “That's too far to walk.. how about you crash at my dorm. I’m just across the quad.”

“I… I can’…” Janus shook his head but couldn’t make himself pull away. “I need t’ sleep this off,” he finally managed.

“I’m not trying to fuck you,” Remus muttered, squeezing the arm crossed over his back. “Not anymore, at least,” he added with a little eyebrow waggle, but his face quickly shifted back to that soft, concerned look. Janus stared back at him, confounded and… comforted by the rapid change. “I just want you to be safe.”

“Why?” Remus frowned at his question and started to look away, but Janus cradled his jaw and turned his head back. “I mean… Why care about me? It’s not your fault I’m drunk and…” And called you another man’s name…

Remus shrugged. “I guess…” He rubbed his cheek against Janus’ palm, a soft, catlike gesture. “I guess anyone who cared enough about someone to mourn them… Needs some care,” he finally smiled.

The room spun around them and Janus’ head wobbled, a little nod. Rising slowly, Remus lifted him to his feet and pointed at the door. “It’s only locked from the outside.” He curled an arm around his waist again, a similar pose to how they’d walked here from Jack’s party. “Ready?” he asked, then pushed through the door.

The rain grew heavier as they walked and by the time they’d reached the dorm, they were soaked.

“Shhh… my brother’s asleep,” he whispered when he poked his head through the door. Stifling a curse, Remus stubbed his toe on Ro’s chair as he moved around in the dark, looking for clean-ish towels. He gave Janus the softer one. “Not to be all ‘you should get out of those wet clothes,’ but…” he whispered, peeling off his shirt. “You should get out of those wet clothes.”

Nodding, Janus fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before stepping back and almost falling against the wall. “Shit,” Remus hissed, looking over his shoulder. Ro had his headphones on, probably listening to his textbooks. “Lemme help you, Jannie,” he whispered and quickly undid his buttons and pulled off the sopping shirt. 

Working together, they undressed in the dark, towels wrapped around their waists. “Last week was laundry day,” Remus shrugged as he peeled back the blankets, grateful Janus seemed too out of it to even notice. He’d never actually had anyone in their room before and he was kinda disgusted with himself. 

“Thank you, ‘mus,” Janus muttered as he climbed into the bed. Remus started to cover him, he could sleep in the bean bag nest by his desk. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d fallen asleep there. “Wai—” Despite his stupor, Janus’ hand snaked out from the blankets and gripped his wrist. “Please, stay?” He looked up through half-lidded eyes. “I won’—” Janus’ head lolled against the pillow but he didn’t let go.

“Okay,” Remus finally nodded and curled around him. Janus was almost completely out by the time he’d covered them both with the blanket, moving just enough to nuzzled against him.

“‘Nigh’ ‘mus…” he muttered, one arm draped over his waist.

“Good night, Jan…” Remus rubbed his cheek against his hair. Even through the sour stench of the whiskey, his hair smelled like mint and earl grey tea. Scrunched together in the bed, their towels had loosened, leaving Remus very aware of how vulnerable he was in this virtual—and drunken—stranger’s arms. He didn’t even know his last name. 

Everything about this was wrong. So why did it feel so right?

“Sleep well,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss into his hair and drifted off to sleep.

~~~

Roman stretched and sat up at the insistent beep of his alarm. It had rained in the night and Re’s hamper smelled��� wet. Raising an eyebrow at his brother’s sleeping form, he sighed. At least he came home last night. Roman had considered waiting up for him, but the last time he’d done that, Re had just laughed at his overprotectiveness. And frankly, with an audition right after his morning shift, he couldn’t afford the missed sleep today.

He got up and clicked off his alarm before stripping off his pajamas and grabbing his day’s outfit and a robe, thanking the universe for the small miracle of separate closets.

“So you really are identical,” a man mumbled in a low growl, golden blond hair and  two sharp eyes just barely peering out from under Remus’ comforter.

“Jesus Christ Superstar!” Roman’s face burned and he pressed his folded clothes against his groin. Re’s head soon poked out from under the covers, as well. “Dammit, Re! Warn a dude next time you bring someone home!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, Ro Bro. I got lucky last night.” He winked at his boyfriend and the man snorted. “You were asleep when we got in. Didn’t want to wake you.” Remus propped himself up on one elbow and yawned. “Ro, this is Janus. Janus, meet my brother Roman.”

“Janice?” He began to smirk.

Remus pulled a scowling Janus closer to him, laying across his chest. “Hey, Ro, you’re peeking.” Roman looked down and tried to adjust the bundle of clothes to better cover himself. He fumbled his way backwards to the closet and pushed his arms through the sleeves of his robe and tied it tight around his waist.

Collecting his shower caddy and a fresh set of clothes, he called over his shoulder. “I’ll be back in a half an hour. Please be dressed when I do.” He let the door slam behind him.

Remus waggled his eyebrows at Janus. “Half an hour, huh? That’s enough time to pick up where we left off, if you’re… up for it?” He shifted under the covers, and his grin grew when his hands brushed a little lower against Janus’ hip.

“I, um…” Janus’ breath caught in his throat, still not quite over the way Remus had curled over him so protectively, slashing back at his brother at even a hinted mock of his name. “I have a class…”

“So do I…” The hunger in his smile softened as he looked back at Janus, warmth and longing in his eyes. One hand drawn through his hair, he brushed tender kisses along his jaw. “But wouldn’t you rather stay here with me?”

Pulling back, he nuzzled against the warm, rough hand now at his cheek, and his gaze trailed up from the love bites he’d left on Remus’ chest and neck to the stubble sprouting across his jaw and upper lip. His full mouth curved up in an impossibly shy smile, like he feared Janus might just push him away. Finally, Janus met his eyes, sparkling green with flecks of gold even in the thin streams of light spilling from the edges of the drawn blinds.

Janus smiled. No, he’s not Gabe. He’s Remus. And he’s wonderful.

He pulled Remus closer and fell into their kiss.

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[theangelofthedesert]

Can't Think Straight ~Pt. 2~

After that nightmare ended, Mom called me down to help her with dinner. I didn’t know how to cook, but I loved making desserts. I baked a batch of double chocolate brownies for the new neighbors and some carrot cake if they didn’t like chocolate. Mom made Spaghetti and Cordon bleu Chicken for us to enjoy, I only hoped they liked the food and us. A couple of hours later, the doorbell rang, letting us know the guests had arrived. Dad stood up from his chair in the living room and opened the door, while Mom and I finished with the final touches for dinner.

“Welcome to the Watson house!” Dad greeted, as cheerful as he always was around guests. “Please, come in! My wife and daughter are in the kitchen finishing dinner.”

When I went to the living room to say ‘hello’ to the neighbors, I noticed something odd. There were two well-dressed men standing right next to each other, one with a baby in his arms. I thought they were probably brothers, then I saw Mina walk in from the bathroom, with a beautiful black dress and black boots that went along perfectly.

“Hello, Mina.” I greeted, shaking her hand again, awkwardly of course. She showed me her dashing smile. Seems like she actually didn’t notice me in the window or didn’t care about it…

“Hi again, Annie.” She kept holding my hand while making a gesture towards the men next to her. “These are my parents. Carter Ross-Bell,” the blonde, blue-eyed guy raised his hand with a smile. Mina looked just like him. I wonder if she is also naturally blonde. “And Sidney Ross-Bell.” A brown-haired guy with a thick beard and green eyes waved his hand at us, he was the one holding the baby in his big arms. “That little guy is my brother, Carney.” My mind was in shock. I had never seen a gay couple in this town before, at least not that I knew of. I wouldn’t blame queer people in this town for not wanting to come out. My parents just looked at each other and blinked in disbelief, probably just as shocked as I was, then my Dad poked my back.

“Oh! These are my parents, Galena and Robert Watson.” They shook hands with Mina’s Dads. They might be still shocked, but they knew how to pretend to be nice to other people. “My brother and sister went out tonight, so it’s only going to be the six of us at dinner.” We all walked to the dining table and sat down to eat. Dad sat at the head of the table with Mom next to him on his right. I sat next to Mina and her parents sat to the left of my father, one next to the other. They had left baby Carney in the living room, sleeping.

“So, what made you guys want to move into this town?” Asked Dad. I could see he was a little uncomfortable with the situation, but he was trying to be respectful or at least pretending to be. Mom seemed to be a bit more open to the subject, so she was past the initial shock.

“Sidney got an incredible job offer here in Murkwell,” said Carter. “I work from home, so we decided to move from Kingsham to this town. Mina wasn’t as cool with the move as we thought, but suddenly this afternoon she came to the house all happy.” I didn’t realize they were from the big city, how interesting. Mina’s blonde Dad looked at her with a funny smile and then turned to me. “I just want to thank you, child. I don’t know what you did or said to her, but she feels more at home now!”

“Dad! Please, don’t say things like that!” Mina’s face turned bright red, causing her to look down, probably embarrassed. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just tired from carrying boxes all day.” She placed her hand on mine and grinned in the form of an apology.

Her other Dad laughed at her and Carter, then gave me a big smile. “They’re always like that, best not worry.” That’s when I noticed his voice, he had a British accent. “What Carter is trying to say is that it was a bit difficult for Mina to adjust to this new life, having to leave behind all of her friends and her school.” I was mesmerized by that accent, one that I had only heard on TV. Her parents were just as cool as her, just like I imagined they’d be.

“Yeah, so we’re just happy she can be friends with her neighbor on her first day here.” Said Carter, while taking a bite of the spaghetti. “Oh, my god… This is the best pasta I have ever had in my life! Galena, you must give me the recipe!” Mom’s face just lit up with a big smile and proceeded to talk with Carter about recipes, while Dad talked with Sidney about his new job. Apparently, they were going to be working in the same office, so Dad was now more comfortable with this exchange. I decided to eat quietly, until Mina called my name.

“So, tell me, Annie… What school do you go to?” She asked while she ate her food. The way she says my name still makes me feel odd.

“Oh, I go to Murkwell Valley High and I’m planning to attend Ravenwood University, is one of the best schools in the state.” She seemed a little surprised. “How about you? Do you already have a school here?”

“Yeah, and it’s actually Murkwell High!” She said with joy. There was my opportunity to get to know her better! “Cool, at least I won’t be alone in school. I start on Monday.”

“Good thing you moved in on Friday then, you’ll have the weekend to prepare for class.” I said, finishing my dinner. “Ok, I’ll go get the dessert I made. You wanna help me?” I asked while getting up. Mina nodded and we both went to the kitchen. There, I grabbed the plate with brownies, and she took the carrot cake. Everyone loved the carrot cake, leaving me and Mina to eat the brownies. She kept saying they were delicious as she finished the last one. Mom then asked us to wash the dishes while the “adults” talked in the living room.

“Well… This is a good way to spend your Friday night.” I said sarcastically while rinsing the soap off a plate. “Sorry about this.” I apologized for my mother’s request.

“Don’t worry, I usually do this at home too. The good thing is that this time I have someone to talk to while doing it.” What a positive girl, I was just about to complain some more. “Tell me, Annie… Is it serious what you have with…?” She closed her eyes, probably trying to remember something. “I wanna say… M-Mike?”

“Matt. And I actually don’t know, I mean we’ve only been going out for like three months now…” I focused on washing the dishes.

“You don’t sound too excited about that…” She took my hands between hers, forcing me to stop what I was doing to look at her deep blue, worried, eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“No! What? No! Of course not! Everything is just fine…” That sounded more like I was trying to convince myself of that statement. “I mean… What couple doesn’t have ups and downs?”

“What do you mean by that?” Her voice sounded so comforting and soft; it was like talking to my best friend. “Is Matt not good to you?”

“No, of course he is. He’s wonderful. It's just that…” I tried to reply but I…I couldn’t even find the words to describe how I was feeling. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, I was only trying to make you feel better…” Mina was about to continue washing the dishes, until I grabbed her arm and took us upstairs to my room, where I closed the door.

“Sorry, sorry… That was a little impulsive of me, I just don’t want my parents finding out about my issues with Matt” I shrugged. “I don’t want them to hate him over something as insignificant as this.”

“It doesn’t seem that insignificant if you have this reaction to it” Mina sat on my bed and tapped the spot beside her. “Let me hear all about it.” Then I went on to tell her all about the relationship, even though I had only met her a couple of hours ago.

I told her that, sometimes I think he doesn’t pay that much attention to me. He’s always hanging out with his teammates and the cheerleaders… And I know I shouldn’t be that type of girlfriend that wants her boyfriend to only be with her, but I just can’t stop thinking about it. “What if he is embarrassed of being with me?”

“Girl, the guy I saw today wasn’t embarrassed of you. Maybe he just doesn’t know how to show his feelings…” Mina tried her best to cheer me up, but the doubts wouldn’t go away that easily. She then sighed and took my hand very gently. “Look, I have been in your place before. My girlfriend and I used to be very private about our relationship until I decided to come clean with my friends about us…”

“Wow, slow down… Girlfriend?” My reaction was probably a little too high-pitched, but again, gay people weren’t that common here, or at least I didn’t know anyone like that.

“Oh, yeah, she lives in Kingsham so right now we are keeping a long-distance relationship and hoping to make it work” Mina looked so happy while talking about her… Of course, someone as beautiful and cool as her would be with someone. “Her name is Lux. Her actual full name is Luciana but she hates it.” She laughed, probably thinking about her.

“I... Hope you can make it work.” I meant it, but the way I said it sounded almost as if I was disappointed which surprised me. “So, you’re...?”

“Gay? No, no...” Said waving her hand. “I’m Pansexual. That means gender doesn’t play a part when I like someone. I go by the person’s personality when I get into a relationship, mostly.”

What she was saying made sense, but I just couldn’t imagine that possibility, most likely because of my little-to-no exposure to people outside of this town. I tried my best not to offend her by asking stupid questions, but it seemed like she was ready to have this conversation as she had in the past with other people. I had never met such an interesting person before.

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Already had this part written out so now I have to start writing again for the next part u_u so once I get it done + edited I'll be back :))

Can't make any promises tho, I'm lazy as hell lol

[phelpsxmancil98]

Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction

Criminal Minds AU, Reid/OC

After Meave's untimely death Spencer never thought he'd find another love, he didn't think it possible that he could love someone else as much as he did Meave. Yet here he was falling head over heels for a gorgeous stranger in red, who might very well be the unsub in the B.A.U's latest case.

Song for the chapter: How'm I Supposed to Die by Civil Twilight

She stood alone by the corner waiting there, waiting on the shiny blue Corvette to pull up in front of her and the man with the pretty hazel eyes telling her to hop in for their date. Wearing a sparkly red bow-knot dress and matching red lips the auburn haired lady tucked her phone in her clutch purse, tapping the toe of her black velvet heels.

Although appearing impatient to passing tourists she was far from being agitated at the late arrival of her company for the evening. Pulling a pack of cigarettes from her clutch she fired one up and stuck it in her mouth with a sigh, "I should really stick to men without children."

While pacing back and forth she heard the faint rumble of a car engine rolling up to greet her from behind, giving a grin from ear to ear towards the driver behind the wheel. Bright, hazel eyes and a charming smile set against sunkissed skin.

Dean Tomàs.

Beat cop for the seaside city of Santa Cruz, California. Handsome, funny, incredibly tall when standing next to her elfish five foot height. He held the passenger door open for her as she took her last hit and tossed the cigarette aside, "You look absolutely stunning. That dress really compliments your hair."

His eyes roamed from the top of her head all the way down to the french tips of her toes and back up to her face after pausing once again at her chest, all wanton and hot.

"Why, thank you, kind sir. You look rather dashing as well," the woman beamed at him with a megawatt smile. "I hate to ask on our way to the restaurant, but I seem to be running low on menthols and was wondering if you minded stopping somewhere before we go eat?"

Dean shook his head and chuckled, "I don't mind at all. I just hope our reservation hasn't fallen through. My apologies for the late arrival. My daughter stalled me for as long as I would allow her." Once his date was tucked away in the seat of his Corvette he shut the door behind her and took his place again behind the wheel, riding off towards the nearest convenient store.

The auburn-haired woman laughed. A light, tinkling laugh that made Dean's heart swell with awe. It was a beautiful sound. "I bet you've had a hard time getting dates with her around. I imagine she's lovely though."

"Oh, she is. Delia is amazingly perspective for her age and she knows how important it is for daddy to get some time to himself every once in awhile."

His date turned towards him leaning forward ever so slightly, making sure he saw everything he thought he was getting later. She smiled sweetly at him placing her hand on his knee, eyelids drooping just enough so that she was peaking at him underneath her eyelashes. "And what exactly would you consider alone time?"

Dean tore his eyes away from the road to look down at her hand lingering on his knee, to her cleavage staring him down, and cleared his throat. Don't get distracted now, old boy.

"When the weather's right I like to go fishing, but most of the time I enjoy settling in my study with a good book or I visit the beach for a stroll. Nothing more relaxing than getting into a novel or walking through the tide at your ankles."

Her hand inched further up his leg as they grew close to the brightly lit store up ahead, "You sound like my kind of guy."

Dean thought he felt like he knew what was about to happen next, but he didn't know that what was about to happen would be the last thing he ever experienced in his life.

When the Corvette stopped again he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to the gorgeous woman sitting beside him, mouth open to ask her what brand of cigarettes she smokes. Except no sound would escape him for the gorgeous woman beside him had his throat in her teeth before he could get out a word, jumping onto his lap from where she had sat previously.

Dean didn't feel the pain at first, eyes rolling back into his head as a wave of euphoria rolled through his body from the top of his head to the point of his toes. He thought he had died and went to heaven at first, then came the excruciating agony of feeling his flesh being torn apart.

He struggled and tried to scream, but she pinned him down with ease and continued her attack on his neck until he began to feel lightheaded. His last thought was to God, begging the almighty savior to rescue him from this torment. From death.

But he took his last breath, sagging against the seat.

o . O . o . O . o

"Georgia Phipps, Kimberly Madden, Anthony Richards, and Dean Tomás. Do any of these names ring a bell to you, Miss Dragomir?"

JJ started the interrogation with a bold face, "You were close by when the body of Mr. Tomás was discovered, correct?"

The red-haired lady slowly blinked at them, appearing tired with dark rings circling around her unusual green eyes. They almost appeared as if they were glowing they were so bright, dazzling even. Light and gray and blue all at the same time.

It was like looking at a doll. Perhaps she was bored of the whole situation? This strange woman who sat ramrod straight, hands elegantly folded in her lap. The hands of a pianist, or an artist perhaps. Long, slender fingers. Her fingernails were neat and perfectly manicured, no nervous nail-biting habit noted.

Even Reid had to admit, sitting across from this Alyce Dragomir, she exuded confidence and a devil-may-care attitude in waves. It made him feel as if he were being choked by his button down collar all of a sudden, his own fingers digging at the knot of his anchor tie.

The woman's voice when she spoke was like fine silk, soft and strong. "Excuse me? Of course I was close by, I had gotten stood up by my date not too far away. In front of a cute little boutique on the corner I intend on shopping at during business hours. I think it was called The Grey Lady?"

Reid exchanged glances with JJ wanting to scoff, JJ raising her eyebrows as she shot off quickly with her next question.

"I'm sorry, but you got stood up?"

Alyce wanted to show emotion, she thought of laughing or smiling, but she simply sank back rather comfortably in the hard metal-frame chair and gave a pout.

"My friend set me up on a blind date and I guess the guy got cold feet. I don't usually dress up like this for nothing."

Reid studied her every move, every slight breath. She flourished a wave over herself to emphasize the sparkly, red dress with it's bow top and pleated skirt. His eyes lingered a little too long on the curve of her neck and the smooth texture of her slim shoulders.

He was starting to doubt this Alyce had anything to do with these murders. She was so tiny, there was no logical answer to how this woman sitting before them could overtake someone like Dean Tomás.

"And this friend of yours, does he or she have a name?"

"Elizabeth Ramirez, but when you talk to her don't call her Elizabeth or Miss Ramirez. She hates her biological name. Call her Eliza."

JJ began to twirl the pen she had been gripping to the point of her fingertips burning, something screaming inside her that something was off with Alyce. "Excuse me? As far as the B.A.U. is concerned you aren't under arrest, Miss Dragomir. There is no need to talk to anyone else, unless you think they are involved in this case somehow. We are just collecting witness statements."

Finally Alyce broke out into a smile, wide and toothy like a shark getting ready to reach out for a bite. "Then I guess that means I'm free to walk out of here if I so wanted? Because as far as I'm concerned all of the other witnesses that gathered at the crime scene were interviewed on site and I was the only one who had been escorted here by police cruiser."

Reid cleared his throat and flexed his fingers, curling and uncurling them before setting them in his lap under the table. "While that is true we aren't done questioning you, Miss Dragomir, and even though we have no evidence to link you to the crime legally we can hold you for as long as it takes for you to answer our questions."

Before Alyce could respond JJ fired another question at her, "You don't happen to know the name of the guy your friend Eliza was trying to set you up with, do you? That way we can confirm your story."

Alyce wanted to glare, narrow her eyes and shoot daggers at the two agents, but she relaxed her face. Another blank, tired stare. She was definitely bored, Reid noted.

She didn't care. This man's death was of no concern for this Alyce Dragomir. Dean Tomás was simply another name, another dead man.

"Yeah, sure do. Kinda hard to forget the name Clark Smith. It's so boring, isn't it? So plain, almost vanilla. I bet he prefers missionary and likes watching Jeopardy reruns."

JJ wanted to grimace or laugh, "Did you happen to see anything or anyone unusual before the crowd gathered at the crime scene?" It was hard to keep her emotions in check for some reason. The room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter, sweat was starting to bead at her hairline.

"Other than the many flashing red and blue police lights, uniformed officers, and the CSI team? No, and I didn't hear anything either if you were going to follow up with that question. I was listening to music while I was waiting on my ride. When I saw the commotion I became curious and had to see what everyone was gossiping about."

They were getting nowhere. Every question they asked she had a straight-forward, calm response. No sign of deceit. No twitch, no tuck of the hair behind the ear. Not even a bite of the lip or a break in eye contact.

Within the next thirty minutes Alyce Dragomir was gliding out the building's entrance door, heels clicking fluidly on the linoleum flooring while her hair bounced gently behind her and every male officer gazed after her with something akin to longing in their eyes. Quite a few women were even caught staring and once Alyce was gone everyone returned to normal like a hypnotic fog had been lifted over the atmosphere.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Hallo!

For me, I can describe it in many complex ways. With the labels I distinctly use to make it more "palatable/easy to understand" for (primarily) cishet people and simplifications' sake?

That would be agender, aro/ace, and queer! I often joke I'm a AAA battery lol

As for what it is in full, without every comparison I can make and every example there could be (too many words, so little time, you understand, and I feel so many different genders during "in-between" moments. Very confusing but altogether very lovely now that I'm learning to love it)

I suppose I would be a girlboy-boygirl dyke-fag aroaceflux queer, a girl who is a boy and a boy who is a girl, sometimes a powerful femme woman, other times a man in a suit in a meadow napping in the sun, other times a stone butch faggot dyke working on cars as your local he/him lesbian, other times your they/them forest cryptid who constantly donates old books to local places and is always somehow finding cats and hurt birds and other assorted lovely critters alone in the rain- also sometimes transmasc, but also sometimes just the gender every drag queen exudes. Other times the gender of a guy shirtless with short messy hair standing in two feet of snow wearing khaki shorts and bright pink sparkly cowboy boots while drinking some chocolate milk

I'd also like to add, with a deep need for a few poly partners who understand me, romantic or platonic or some odd sort of mix between, perhaps living together and caring for each other. But also, I do not date nor do I particularly want (aside from unhealthy amounts of fanfiction) any romantic/sexual relations otherwise! But also also, certainly not afraid of intimacies of any kind. Fluctuation, you know? Depends on the day oftentimes and that's okay! Just hands to hold and cheeks to kiss and me telling off rude people and then asking my partners to order my food for me because "I'm very shy today, if you wouldn't mind any"

My identity is complex and I do not find myself confined to any one label, by choice or by feeling the need to. I have no mind if you like labels, I just have so many little things that make up me and how I feel like a woman here or a man here or something else entirely over here that it's very difficult to explain!

This does, for me, make it difficult to define what I want to do with myself. A mixed wardrobe can be difficult- small closet and horrible prices? Hassle, even in places like goodwill. (Nearly exclusive to them actually! Good for the environment.) I often find myself caught between growing my hair down my back or shaving it all off again. Top surgery or none, because some days I like my chest and other days I don't. Dresses? What if I don't wear it? Ah, but what if I do? Makeup or no? Do I take T and try to pass? But what if I don't want to be seen as a man?

I think I struggle most with trying to define my sexuality/romantic leanings and have long since simply stopped trying. If I ever want anything or anyone in any way, I will seek it out. Thus far, I am content to my fanfictions and petting my cats and feeding my madhouse commodity of other animals. I am okay with this, though it was a struggle to be that way!

I often struggle with figuring out what, for me, defines man/woman/both/neither and my sexuality/romantic preferences. But I find labels do not work for me- because one or two or ten really isn't enough for me, my experiences, and who I am as a person.

Thank you for asking (and coming up on my dash!) Because you have helped me write out some of my internal thoughts and it has helped me 💖

i love comparing genders with people but i was hesitant on making a Gender Post bc if no one responded id die. but!! i no longer care

so, trans people and cis+ people, what words or things would you say describe your gender ? preferably in more complex terms than exclusively "man" "woman" "androgynous" etc

(transfemmes/transmascs, binary trans people, gnc people, nb people who id as trans and nb people who dont id as trans, lesbians/gay people with weird genders and all other cis+ people are all welcome i rlly just want to see as many genders as possible.)

[texicancountry]

Frank Ray: Never Too Late to Make a Name in Country Music

Sitting indoors at any venue along Nashville's Lower Broadway Friday morning during the peak of CMA Fest 2023 is a great place to spot country music royalty in the wild. June 8-11 marked country music’s invasion of Music City.

The 100-degree pre-summer temperatures beyond the roof-top bars’ entrance doors make the celebrity watch a bit more of a sport. Country Music superstars such as Carly Pearce and Luke Combs are in a near sprint as they run inside to cooler and fresher surroundings.

Among those making a mad dash indoors is a guy wearing white joggers, a bright orange and black Hawaiian shirt, and a black snapback ball cap. It's Frank Ray, one of the headliners for the CMA Fest concert today, whose big smile indicates that even the scorching heat isn't going to keep him from burning up the Dr. Pepper Amp Stage.

I sat down to talk with Frank Ray Gomez and asked the 33-year-old former police officer about his life-changing decision to trade in his badge, uniform, and the profession that had long been his dream to pursue his passion.

"On my last day as an officer for the Las Cruces Police Department, I picked up my CB radio and sent out an emotional and tear-filled goodbye to my fellow officers, thanking them for all their support and urging them to please stay safe out there,” said Gomez.

He was born in New Mexico and raised between his home state and Texas. Gomez—known as Frank Ray on stage—says he was deeply influenced by the Mexican music of his culture and 90s country, regarded as the genre's golden era.

He said his love for country music began early. He spent his childhood emulating his idols—George Strait, Freddy Fender, Tracy Lawrence, and Rick Treviño—singing and performing whenever he could. He eventually made the practical decision to pursue a career in law enforcement, seemingly leaving his country music dreams behind.

"Ten years into my law enforcement career, I thought my time to shine as a country music artist had passed. I considered focusing solely on songwriting, but fate had other plans after I opened for Keith Urban at a local concert and caught the eye of a local promoter."

Gomez’s career took flight, and he began to make a name for himself on Texas country radio and the Texas dance hall and club circuit.

Despite his newfound musical success, there was one problem: Gomez was still a police officer. However, his wife's unwavering support eventually led him to commit to his music career fully.

“She's why I made my Grand Ole Opry debut in November 2021, and she's why I'm playing CMA Fest tonight. Without Emily, there's no Frank Ray in country music."

Since Gomez signed with BBR Music Group’s Stoney Creek Records in 2021, he said he's begun to see his dreams materialize. He started with successfully releasing the visualizer for his Latin-infused country track "Streetlights," followed by his Top 20 hit in the Fall of 2022, "Country'd Look Good On You." His current single, "Somebody Else's Whiskey," is country music radio's most added single the week ending March 10th and is anticipated to give Gomez his first Top 10 hit on Billboard’s Country Chart.

Gomez told me that he and his team strive for his brand of country music to have a distinct Latin flavor. “I want my music to be authentic to all my traditions and influences.”

These cherished customs embody the essence of Freddy Fender's quintessential mid-1970s masterpieces, such as the poignant "Before the Next Teardrop Falls." Gomez's artistic perception is steeped in the melodious legacy inherited from Vicente Fernández's ranchera classics. Tracy Lawrence's golden hues of '90s country music are also vital to Gomez's music.

As he prepares to take the stage tonight, Gomez said, "It's honestly the honor of my life. I realize that I can really make an impact on the culture and make an impact in this industry. I want to set a good example for my kids and other kids with the same dreams I had growing up."  

[theoracleofgiana]

First Loves

(Town: Twinehollow, Country: Cleca)

You won't ever forget your first love. I can't remember who told me that, but I do know they were right. 

I met or, more accurately, saw Lauren when we were in high school. At the start of freshman year, Lauren got transferred to my biology class. The whole classroom went quiet when she walked in. Her uniform fit her flawlessly and she walked with such elegance. She was the most graceful person I had ever seen. I knew I admired her. 

We didn't start talking until we were paired to do a project together. We ended up having a lot of fun with it and wanted to hang out more. We became something akin to friends. She began sitting next to me in class and at lunch. It was only natural that I developed a crush on her. However, I was content with just being friends with the angel. Besides, there was no way she'd like an elf who was a disgrace to other elves. 

It was our junior year when I realized. Mine and Lauren's friendship was still strong. One night, a friend of mine invited me to a party. The legal age to drink was thirteen and all the guests were above it. So with the promise of being her designated diver, I drove the two of us to the party. It was in full swing when we arrived. I let my friend, Ruth, head off alone. I figured I'd find her when it was time to go. While I walked around the house, I found someone I never expected to see at a party. 

Lauren was sitting on the back steps nodding along to something the guy next to her was saying. I couldn't help myself and walked out to greet her. She responded happily and the two of us moved to a couple of chairs in the yard. She explained to me that the guy wouldn't stop talking or leave her alone so she was grateful for my rescue. We talked about random things for a bit before getting refills on our drinks. It was then I noticed Lauren had just been drinking water. I asked her about it and she told me she'd never drunk alcohol before. She was nervous about it and wanted to drink with someone she trust. I had a bright idea to tell her she could trust me and that I was staying sober to drive my friend home. After a bit of convincing, she agreed and I poured her first drink of alcohol. 

I learned quickly that drunk Lauren was a lot more upbeat than regular Lauren. She was dragging me to dance with her a lot. She'd giggle and laugh at almost everything. At some point, Ruth got a ride with some other kids (the one driving was completely sober). I let her go and watched over Lauren. When the night was heading to a close, I figured I'd drive Lauren home. I knew where she lived thanks to our study sessions. It was surprisingly easy to get her in the car and head off. While in the car, I learned drunk Lauren was a lot more open than the regular Lauren. 

It had started off simple enough. "Do you remember Jason?" Lauren had her legs on the dash staring at the ceiling when she asked. I racked my brain to remember a Jason only to realize it was a pretty common name. "You're gonna have to be more specific," I told her with a small chuckle. "Jason Carter, the demon with black horns and a dark red tail," She clarifies. I nod. "Didn't he move away?" I say remembering something I had overheard. Lauren shook her head. "No...Dad chased his family out of town," Her voice is small and on the edge of breaking. "I promised myself I'd never fall for anyone after what happened." I glance over at her with pity. I never knew she liked him or that that was the reason he left town. Unfortunately, it made sense a lot of sense. Mr. Aarin was on the council and was super rich. He was also very protective of his daughter. Lauren's sniffs had brought me back from my thoughts. I placed one hand on her knee, making small circles with my thumb, hoping it'd be somewhat comforting. She had just sighed loudly. "The worst part is he's supportive of me being pansexual but doesn't want me to like anyone," She huffs and all I can offer her is a light squeeze on her knee. She smiled and the rest of the trip was in silence. After helping her out and getting her inside to her parents, I went back to my car. 

I just sat there for a little before driving off. As I headed back home, I thought of the day's events. I thought about all Lauren had told me and her laughter from all the dancing she did. After thinking a lot about it I came to one major conclusion. I was without a doubt completely in love with Lauren. 

And now here I am, about to watch my first love marry someone she met only a few days ago. I keep my tears in as she walks down the aisle holding her dad's arm. She's smiling and giggling before she's even had a drop of alcohol. The biggest thing was how happy she looked. For Lauren, she was marrying the love of her life. For me, I was losing mine. I only ever want her happy so I stand back. I say nothing when the priest asks if there are any objections. I wish the newlyweds happiness and stand in the back away from others. 

"Hey," The voice startles me into looking up from my drink. A cute guy with brown hair stands in front of me. "Hello?" I say, unsure if I was supposed to know this man or not. He gives a small chuckle at my reaction. "I'm a friend of the groom," He explains gesturing to Lauren's new husband.  "I figured I should say hi to another kindred soul." I raise an eyebrow at that. "You love the bride, right? Or at the very least you liked her," I can feel my face fall at his words. How did he know? "I've been with Anthony since we were young. At some point, I stopped liking him as a friend," His words bring a sense of comfort and familiarity. We were both watching our beloveds marry someone else. "I'm Laura," I tell him holding out my hand. He hums and takes my hand in his. "Clint," His smile is bright as we shake hands. Even in this sad situation, here we are smiling. 

You may never forget your first love, but you can move on and live happily. 

(A/n: This was an idea I had that was supposed to be short but ended up longer. The funny part is I want to make it longer or expand on some things. I might later on. This is canon to the Giana world but not the main storylines. This is more of a side story I wanted to write. I wanted to write about Lauren and Laura's friendship but then it became a one-sided crush. So, I rewrote what I had in my brain and thus this was born. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day or night!)