#our classes are quite heavy and a lot of work :(((

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Hii girl since you said requests are open I was thinking about reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations, maybe while they're with friends or in class.

Ps: I love your writing

A/N : Hii ! 🩷 Thank you so so so much for liking my writing and sending me this fabulous request for our boy Ethan, it means a lot to me and I had so much fun writing this 🥰 Please send me your feedback to let me know how I did, it always helps me improve and I hope you’ll like it. Don’t hesitate to send me other requests for our lovely Ethan, love you and enjoy ! ✨

Reader who loves to get Ethan hard in the most random situations.

❦ When Ethan Landry is in love, anything can make him blush and get him hard, really just a kiss or a hug is already enough for him to want you and it annoys Ethan so much to be this weak for you. You could simply be looking at him with doe eyes and a pretty smile while he rambles about his day and the poor sweet boy would avert his eyes from you as he feels his cheeks warming up. Taking his hand in yours in the corridors, to intertwine your fingers, also works very well, Ethan doesn’t mind it, he loves it even, but he’s not used to receiving such affection, just like he’s not used to you complimenting him, as you softly murmur against his lips that he’s « so pretty » while you gently caress his face.

❦ Making out with your boyfriend in front of your friends, your lips pressing kisses on his jaw and neck literally makes Ethan’s head spin as he doesn’t know how to react between completely surrendering himself to you or keeping a straight face in front of Chad and the others.

❦ But obviously, what works best is just letting your hand wander up his thigh under the table and slightly brushing the outline of his cock that’s covered by his jeans that keep getting too tight to his liking, Ethan’s breathing becoming heavy while you act so innocently in front of the others as you all eat.

❦ Sending hot texts to Ethan during classes. That could go from nudes that force him to go to the restroom to take care of his hard-on, to just teasing him. « Do you think this table is sturdy enough for you to take me, Ethan ? », your boyfriend’s eyes are entirely focused on your text as he swallows with difficulty at the fantasy of taking you right here.

❦ Whispering dirty things in his ear while Ethan is in a conversation to make him lose his mind. The poor man doesn’t even know what he was saying seconds ago, as only stutters come out of his mouth now that your lips describe the sinful things that you would like him to do to you.

❦ Making sure you wear the sexiest and prettiest panties under a cute short skirt. And whoops what a strange coincidence, you have to bend down in front of your innocent boyfriend so Ethan can, by chance, catch a glimpse of the pink lace material. Though, Ethan will make sure he’s the only one to see that gorgeous sight, by correctly putting back in its place your skirt behind you when you stand up. What also really works to get him hard is gently asking him in the early morning if he can help you dress, when really Ethan perfectly knows that you can do it yourself. « Please baby, can you help me with the zipper of my dress ? » You bewitched Ethan in such a delicious way, that you can feel the way his fingertips shake a little as he slowly closes your dress.

❦ Considering that your boyfriend trusts you fully, he gave you his phone password ages ago. Little did he know that you would take this opportunity to set his new wallpaper with a quite revealing picture of yourself. At the sight of this, Ethan is debating whether to keep staring at it or to hold his phone pressed very close to his chest so that no one can look at it. « You really are a little minx, aren’t you ? », Ethan would corner you in the corridor as soon as he saw it.

❦ As Ethan helps you study, just like every evening, you make sure to sit on his lap as he explains to you the math exercises, wiggling your butt from time to time just to hear Ethan gasp behind you, his words cut by his own little moans and whines. « Did you u-understand everything ? », Ethan would ask in a stutter. « Yeah, thank you Ethan », you answered him as you kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile.

❦ Ethan reading a book on his own on a bench outside during lunch break as you go over to him with a sweet smile just to sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and whispering in his ear. « What are you reading ? » Ethan doesn’t trust his voice and decides to show you the cover instead while his free hand tightens around your waist.

❦ Asking your boyfriend to accompany you when you go shopping for new sexy lingerie. Ethan shyly waits for you outside the fitting room as he hears you calling his name, hesitantly entering the cabin with you as you ask for his opinion. You slowly twirl around in front of him as his cheeks become red and Ethan knows that he won’t be able to hide his hard-on this time. « You like it ? », you ask him with an innocent smile. « I-I, fuck yes I do », Ethan mumbles as he doesn’t find the will to avert his eyes from your gorgeous body. « But don’t you think it’s a bit overpriced though ? », you ponder. Ethan is quick to make a decision for you, « Don’t care, I’ll buy it for you. »

❦ Watching a movie together at the cinema and there’s a random erotic scene appearing on screen as you ask Ethan in the most innocent tone. « Do you think we could do it ? ». And it’s enough for Ethan to lose his complete interest for the movie, his whole attention now entirely directed to the thought of him and you in the same position as the scene in front of his eyes. Ethan shifts in his seat as he prays for the movie to be over soon enough for him to show you how well he can make this scene come true, hell even in his car if he can’t wait to get back home.

❦ Asking Ethan in the middle of the night to help you sleep in his own way, as you whine sweetly into his ear to wake him up. « Please Ethan, can’t sleep, need you so bad… » Ethan rubs the tiredness out of his face as he takes you in his strong arms that create the most soothing embrace for you. The way you whined and wiggled in his hold was enough to feel Ethan’s hard-on press lightly against your tummy. « My poor baby…Need my help ? Want me so bad that you can’t sleep ? Don’t worry angel, I’m here. »

❦ Now, there’s just a subtle difference in how Ethan would react to this kind of teasing. And it’s simply linked with before and after he lost his virginity to his girlfriend.

❦ Before he made love to you for the first time, Ethan’s reaction would look innocent but really it’s just him trying not to look like a pervert that gets indecent dreams about his girlfriend almost every night and day. He would be a blushing mess that only tries to stop your hand as he fidgets a bit in his seat and stutters while looking elsewhere. « Please, s-stop it, sweetheart…That’s just m-mean… »

❦ After you both had sex for the first time, Ethan would obviously still get madly flustered at your teasing but he also knows that he’ll be able to get back at you when he has you alone for himself, as Ethan warns you about the possibilities which are now offered to him. « You do realize, love, that you’re gonna pay for this tonight, right ? » And Ethan never forgets about his little revenge as he let it all out on you, overstimulating or edging you, it depends on his mood but he, for sure, will tease you in bed as much as you did with him earlier that day. « Did I fuck the attitude out of you, angel ? »

💗 Ethan Landry Masterlist 💗

[mwahsturns]

📝 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - MATT STURNⵊOLO

professor!matt sturniolo x student!reader

Contains: HEAVY smut/oral (female receiving)/fingering/p in v/creampie/swearing/A lot of praise/teasing/flirting/pet names/ unprotected sex/aftercare/fluff. Semi-proof read! And I think that’s it let me know if there’s more.

Synopsis: you’re an 18 year old freshman in college and you’ve always been in love with writing, your whole life you’ve always been hiding behind your books and your writing. You decided you wanted to go to college because you knew you wanted to become something with your writing, you’ve always had big dreams about your work and you knew you could do it. But one day you find out your regular professor had quit his job because of an injury and you were getting a new teacher. What happens when the new professor offers to get you a head making sure you make it where you need to be?, and you end up fucking your new professor.. Mr sturniolo.

Author’s note: i’m doing a collab with @iluvmattsbeard! go check out her version of the reader being the professor! this is my version where Matt is being the professor! i’m so so excited I had the opportunity of working on this with her. she is so so sweet and absolutely talented. i want everyone to show her some love and support because she deserves it! And please enjoy. 💗

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Today has been interesting to say the least, our regular teacher professor Charles quit due to an injury in his knee causing him to have surgery and he probably won’t be able to walk again. I as I walked into the classroom I see I’m the only student here, as I’m putting my stuff down I hear someone walk in.

I swear I felt my heartbeat when I looked behind me, there he was professor sturniolo I only know his name because it’s on his desk but not the point. God he looked so fucking sexy his hair wasn’t messy but it looked so effortlessly fluffy and he had these black glasses that framed his face perfectly, he also had a little blue ish button up shirt but it was slightly opened to where you could see his gold chain. He had some rings on and a watch on his right hand, his beige pants perfectly showed his cock just looking made my mouth water.

Fuck his beard too god this man was a whole walking sex object, I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts by his voice. ‘Hey your early” he says smiling ‘yea I’m always early’ I place my bag on my chair and sit on top of my desk with my leg placed on to of the other one. I noticed him look me up and down and I looked and saw my skirt has lifted a little bit. I was wearing a black and white long sleeve shirt, my cleavage Showing as my necklace sits perfectly on my chest. My skirt was short and plaid with some short sorta see through white socks and some black buckled heals.

‘Cute outfit” he winks and goes to write the agenda on the board, I smile and turn on my heels and sit on my desk and nibble on my pen smirking as I watched him. Eventually everyone started walking into the class and my best friend heather ran over to me and sitting next to me, ‘dude the new professor is so sexy!’ She smiles and as takes her books out, ‘I know we talked this morning’ I smirk as I take a sip of my water. ‘No wonder you’re in the front of the class’ we laugh as we hear professor sturniolo start to speak.

‘Okay guys so as you know professor Charles is out so I’m your new teacher, I’m Mr sturniolo and today’s assessment should be easy you need to write a short story about anything you’d like and share it to the class.’ He smiles and writes it on the board, ‘you guys have the next hour to write it then I’ll have all of you share yours with the class’ oh I got this in the bag I thought as I started writing.

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The hour is up and he stands in front of the class as he gets ready to announce who goes first, I feel him starting at me as he starts to smirk. ‘You first’ he smirks as he tilts his head looking deeply into my eyes, ‘’me?’ I say confused. ‘Your names Y/n isn’t it?’ He says sassily, ‘yes sir it is’ I say with the same amount of sas ‘well then the floors yours’ he smiles and sits at his desk. I grab my paper and walk the the front of the class flatting my shirt as I begin to read, ‘We shall start with a secret couple, their names is professor Lucas, and a student named Sophia. The two are secretly in love but has yet to expose it to the world so let’s dive deep into their life styles before things get intimate…’ I say smiling as I continue to read.‘Sofia is a very pretty girl, amazing personality, great style, she is a phenomenal actress and she has a great judge of Character and if we need to speak about her body we can say that she has some amazing ideal curve and her face sits perfectly.

‘Professor Lucas is a great guy with amazing humor and he does a phenomenal job at teaching, (that’s what turns Sophia on) he cares for his class and he truly is the person you couldn’t hate even if you tried. Jumping in Sophia walks into lecture hall, looking a little bit more Expensive or extravagant, she is wearing her Golden necklace that says her name in a cursive writing a white button up long sleeve crop top tied at the bottom with a tripled white skirt and some white heals. (she truly loves the color white, she feel it enhances her look more) as sophia Is carrying her books, Professor Lucas takes notice and says ‘ah Ms Raven, please have a seat in the front for me.’ He says pointing out the seat closes to him smiling. Sophia walks down to take a seat and sets her notebooks down and gets her Mac-book out of her bag to place it elegantly on her desk.

Professor looked down and said ‘good morning sweetheart, why are you late?’ As Sophia looks up into his amazing beautiful emerald eyes and smiled saying ‘I woke up late sir’ she knows calling him Sir makes him feel respected and satisfied, ‘hmm see me after class young lady…’ as he continues the lecture. As the day goes on classes come to an end, which reminds Sophia to go meet with professor. As she arrived she placed a firm knock on the door and patiently waited for him to come and answer, in less than a minute the professor answered the door and said ‘Ms raven please come in’ as he smiled looked outside the door before closing it too lock it. He looked at her with a romantic expression. ‘I want us to get intimate, we’ve been kissing secretly hanging out for a while but now, I want to show you that I’m ready for another step and that is showing you that I want to dominate you and show you how much I love you in a different way’ ‘I’d figure you’d get the hook’ the professor looks confused when she says that and says ‘what do you mean?’ As he steps a little closer toward her, ‘I mean I’ve been wearing the slutty things to lure you in or to make you want to fuck me, I wanted to show you that I’m ready for the next step but I was just to afraid to ask.’

The professor steps closer to her them almost touching noses as he says ‘Mama you don’t gotta be nervous or afraid, if you want me to give it to you just ask me. I won’t even hesitate’ professor says as he slowly cuffed her Chin and pulled her into an intimate kiss inhaling deeply as it escalated.

Sophia continues the kiss for a few more moments before breaking it wrapping her hand in his tie, ‘I want you’ sounding a little breathless turning the professor on more. ‘I know you do baby’ the professor said gently brushing his hand down the side of her face, ‘lay down, and open your legs for me’ Sophia proceeds to do so as the professor smiled and watched, As she finished doing what he asked he then spoke ‘good girl’ as he then walked closer to her then sliding his fingers up her inner thigh to tease her already wet pussy. he rubbed his thumb around her clitoris teasing even more before gently sliding off her white see through lingerie panties. He took off his shirt revealing his soft skin and muscular chest.

sniffing the panties and throwing them to the side, he licked his middle and ring finger before rubbing her clitoris once again before loosing his belt and took of his cargo baggy black jeans revealing his huge cock print in his underwear. he took her hand and rubbed it around his print moaning and groaning a little. And just know you aren’t going nowhere….’ As I finished reading this class started clapping, I look at Matt to see him smirking arms crossed god he looks perfect.

‘Great job mrs L/N and um can you see me after class?’ I smiled and nodded my head as I walked back to my seat.

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Class ended and I’m packing up my stuff as I hear heather start talking, ‘girl your paper was so good like ugh i felt the emotion and I think professor sturniolo liked it too’ she winks putting on her backpack. ‘Who knows but I’ll see you after?’ ‘Duh ofc you will’ I laugh putting on my backpack, soon everyone leaves and I walk up to the professors desk. ‘You wanted to speak with me?’ I say smiling, ‘yea I did um your writing is so excellent your a very talented young lady’ he smiled leaning forward on the desk. ‘Well it is my specialty’ I smirk ‘mmh we’ll keep up the good work’ he smiles packing up his stuff ‘Will do!’ I laugh as I leave his class.

professor Sturniolo has been here for about two weeks now and to say I’ve got him wrapped around my finger is an understatement to say the least, he’s has been favoriting me for weeks now always giving me extra credit and pushing back deadlines for me I didn’t think anything of it until now.

‘Girl he’s so into you!’ Heather says as we enter the empty class, ‘I don’t know..’ I mean if that was true god it would fuel my sexual fantasies so much. ‘I’m telling you it’s a matter of time before he fucks you’ heather and I take our seats up front as professor sturniolo walks in, ‘good morning Y/N morning heather’ he says giving me this irresistible look that makes me just want him ‘Good morning’ I smile.

As I’m writing our notes for an essay coming up in feel him walk up to my desk as he wisphers in my ear ‘see me after class’ he says as he walks back to his desk. I can’t lie that did make me aroused I know it’s wrong but it also feels right.

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As everyone left the class I see the smirk growing on his face as the class grows empty. Once the class is completely empty he stands up from his chair and leaned his back against his desk as his arms were crossed, ‘you know you’re a very special young lady..’ ‘mmh you think’ I smirk teasing him a little. ‘I do.. very much the work you’ve turned in has been exceptional your writing style is remarkable..” he walks over to my desk and leans down to my ear. ‘And i must say you’re a very beautiful girl..”

‘Thank you, I appreciate it’ I smile as he basically towers over me, ‘so you got a boyfriend?’ He says as he runs his hand through my hair ‘no.. what about you got a girlfriend or a wife?’ I say looking up at him. ‘Oh no it’s just me’ I mentally take note of that even though it shouldn’t matter to me ‘look your very talented and happen to be very beautiful and I want you to be more than just a basic writer you can be so much more’ he says sitting on the desk next to me ‘I know I’ve always believed I can do it I just wasn’t even sure how to start’ honestly I’m lying I know exactly why he’s saying all of this but I just wanna see how far he’ll take things.

‘Well how about this .. you help me and I’ll make sure you get right where you need to be’ he smirks ‘okay but how will I help you?’ I already know what he wants I just wanna tease him a little I’ve seen way to many teacher and student movies and books to not know. ‘What if you let me teach you a few things mmh? Fuck I can’t lie that did make me a little wet ‘mmh like what?’ I tease standing in his face, next thing I know I’m picked up and placed on his desk.

‘Let me please you..’ he says kissing my neck harshly. I can’t deny as the kiss gets longer the more I’m starting to crave more. He started kissing lower down my neck placing open mouthed kisses onto my breast, i tugged on his hair as his hand slid down into my skirt. ‘Well look at that my perfect student getting all wet for her professor huh such a slut..’ he says as he pulls down my skirt and my underwear harshly.

I bite my lip as I see him spit on his fingers I don’t know what has gotten into me but right now I need him in me, he takes his fingers and slide them into my dripping pussy as he gives me no time to adjust he fingers me very rough.

‘Oh my- fuck’ I moan throwing my head back biting my lip, ‘mmh feels good doesn’t it? He looks like a kid in a candy store the way he’s looking at my vagina right now. ‘fuck yes.’ He smiles at my response and stands up pulling his pants and boxers off and holy shit he’s fucking big.

‘That’s supposed to fit in me?!’ I actually am now kinda nervous, ‘mmh I’ll make it fit’ he walks back over to the desk and pulls my legs forward and now I’m laying down on his desk legs wide open how the fuck did I get here?. He slides into me and I swear to god I saw stars fuck he felt so good, ‘fuck your so tight’ he moaned pounding into me like he was getting a fucking pay check.

‘Oh fuck sir omg..’ I moaned maybe a little too loudly, ‘fuck-please call me Matt’ he tried to say as he let out a choked groan. God his name makes this 10x hotter. ‘Fuck Matt I’m so close’ I moan, ’yea cum on this dick baby’ his thrust getting faster but more deeper.

‘Fuck I’m gonna cum!’ I screamed ‘me too baby let it out mama’ he moaned as I came all over his dick and I felt his warm cum fill me. ‘Fuck you did so good for me’ he smiled kissing my lips softly, ‘I don’t think I can walk..’ ‘it’s okay I’ll clean you up’ he walks to his desk and gets a rag and wipes both of us down. Once were cleaned up and I’m standing he walked up to me and smiled. ‘Well I guess I’ll be fucking you more often huh?’ I smiled ‘oh definitely’.

I smiled and walked out of the classroom fuck he better give me a good grade for that.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed plus Don’t hate this is my first smut ever so I’m so so sorry if it’s bad pls leave some tips in my inbox!

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lifeguard!atsumu who picked up this gig as a side thing, something to help out his mom's friend who needed help at the public pool.

and boy is he loving it.

he sits in the sun all day and has developed quite the golden brown tan, and his hair has lightened more if possible. he's got free access to the pool at all times, free trips to the snack bar, and endless fun. he's everyone's favorite lifeguard. from the ladies in the water aerobics class that he teaches twice a week, to the little kids in the toddler pool, to kids at the diving boards, he earns excited smiles everywhere he goes.

atsumu thinks that if volleyball didn't work out, he would have been perfectly fine doing this. today he sits at his post near the shallow end of the pool, relaxed and content with his ray-bans sliding down his nose as chlorine fills the air.

and the best part? you're on shift today too.

you began lifeguarding shortly after atsumu agreed to help, meaning the two of you spent a lot of time together during training exercises and certifications. he's loved every second.

his favorite part? driving you absolutely nuts.

the concrete under your feet is almost too much to handle as you pad toward your station for the next fifteen minutes. your fingers pull at the straps of your red lifeguard suit, rubbing the last bit of sunscreen in. the sharp blow of a whistle grabs your attention and you stop in your tracks.

"woah!" you stop dead in your tracks when the voice of none other than miya atsumu carries across the blue water. "no runnin', sweetheart." he smirks at you over his sunglasses, lazily spinning the whistle around his finger. you roll your eyes and continue on, trying to ignore your very pesky, but incredibly handsome coworker.

as you climb up to your spot, you can't help but look at him. sweet smile on his lips while he speaks to a little girl in the pool, hair curling slightly from the water he must have dipped in earlier. his strong arms and abs even more defined from the hours of the sun he's gotten.

while he is annoying, he's quite nice to look at.

the time goes quickly, being entertained at the various jumps at the diving boards. if it wasn't for atsumu's voice, you wouldn't have known it was time to switch.

as he saunters over to you, he's greeting the moms, kids, and babies that are in his path. everyone smiles at him while he passes by, but when he gets to your chair he's met with a rather unamused face.

"yer savior is here," he sighs, sliding his water bottle into the now vacant cup next to the seat. "oh c'mon, nothin'?"

the quip you had ready to go dies on your heavy tongue as you finally face him.

he looks up at you as you shade him from the sun and you take in the little details on his face. his eyes, almost glowing gold from the sun. his cheeks are dusted with freckles, and a couple flecks of white from the sunscreen he failed to rub in a few seconds earlier.

"be careful with this group," you nod your head towards the boys clambering over to the diving boards. "they've been pushing it."

"i'll be fine," he waves you off, watching you as you climb down. "yer just too hard on 'em."

"because it's my job, atsumu. not all of us spend our shift messing around."

just as he rolls his eyes, a boy jumps off the diving board, breaking several pool rules. the two of you blow your whistles when he emerges from the water.

"no jumping backward!"

"awesome jump! 8/10!"

the two of you look at each other, you with annoyance tugging at your furrowed brows, and atsumu with a wide smile, tongue in cheek as he shakes his head at you.

"just as i was sayin'," he pokes your cheek before climbing up to his spot. "yer no fun. now run along, i'm sure the toddler pool is more yer pace, angel."

you bite your tongue, huffing as you shove the red lifeguard floatie into his abdomen before you walk away. atsumu can't help but laugh as you leave, satisfied with his efforts of riling you up.

the rest of the day flies by for both of you, and even with atsumu's incessant teasing and lackadaisical approach to lifeguarding, you're able to make it through your shift with only a couple pet names and attempted pranks.

once the pool gates are shut for the day, you and your fellow lifeguards work on getting everything closed up and ready to go for tomorrow. unfortunately, you got stuck with the harder jobs, keeping you longer than you hoped. just as you push the supply closet shut, a certain blonde appears from behind it.

"easy day today?"

"the sun has set miya, you don't need those stupid sunglasses anymore,"

he slides them up to the top of his head, feathering his hair slightly at the same time. "what? ya don't think i look cool in 'em?"

you sigh and pull a t-shirt over your suit and gather your things.

"no, i'm not one of your water aerobic ladies. are you done so i can turn the lights off?"

he snorts, reaching to snatch your key out of your fingers. "i'll be done when ya apologize,"

"apologize for what?" you're trying to hold back a smile as you finish packing up your things. "for you looking like a dork?"

atsumu gasps in fake hurt, clutching a crumpled MSBY tee to his chest. "yer so mean to me,"

you laugh for real now at the pout on his lips, staring a little longer as he puts his shirt on.

"i think you'll be okay," you flick off the lights and begin walking to the parking lot. "have a good night, miya."

"drive safe," he grins and walks towards the parking lot, but realizes that he grabbed your keys instead of his on the way out. he jogs ahead, the sandals on his feet slapping the warm pavement as he catches up to you.

"first ya insult my glasses, then ya steal my keys? didn't think ya would be so hurtful," he teases with stupid smirk on his lips.

"here you are," you walk towards him, dangling his keyring above your head. he reaches to grab it, but you pull it away at the last second. an innocent prank has now pulled the two of you close, torsos touching. atsumu's lips part, heart racing at just how close the two of you are under the flickering parking lot light.

he tries so hard to think of something smart to say, but his brain turns to mush as he stares at your lips. you pull away first, catching your own breath as atsumu laughs nervously.

"s-sorry 'bout that," he manages to stutter out, unlocking his car as quick as he can. you're shocked at his flustered state. who knew the atsumu miya would get worked up over a little prank?

"no worries," you turn to walk away, but can't help but smile at the chance to finally get in the last word for once.

"atsumu, be sure to wear more sunscreen tomorrow. your cheeks are a little pink!"

you wave at him as you get into your car, and he groans from the driver's seat, embarrassed at both his reaction and the fact that he couldn't get himself to kiss you when he had the chance.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Professor Widogast!

This week we have professor Widowgast! Check below the cut for eight fics that feature Caleb as a teacher, and don't forget to kudos and comment if you like them

Professor Widogast as Observed By His Third Year Transmutation Class by GoringWriting (25490, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Exactly what the new Professor of transmutation is like is a mystery. Until now.

Reccer says: Cute!

Joie de Vivre by RhythmicCicada (3710, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb Widogast's desk in his office at the Academy is good for more than paperwork and sometimes a nice nap. a.k.a Essek wears lingerie and Caleb fucks him on his own desk.

Reccer says: Very interesting subject, and, of course, Hot!

We are not alone in the dark with our demons by CanaryCry (140032, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

After the epilogue there is still a lot of clean up to do. Fixing the scourger program, moving on and finding love and relationships.

Reccer says: The set up with surviving trauma, moving on, Caleb and Beau, Caleb and Essek, Yasha, it's all so good, honestly what's not to like?

I think of all the education that I’ve missed (but then my homework was never quite like this) by MarsBar2019 (15118, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek shows up to one of Caleb's classes in disguise and ends up receiving a more private instruction

Reccer says: Caleb is just so perfect as a teacher and it shines through so well here!

hold me down, hold me true by Lakrisrot (enheduane) (12600, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek teleports into Caleb's home whilst Caleb is out.

Reccer says: Very soft and well-written

a sort of beacon where there used to be a dull roar by wordonawing (8781, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek starts living with Caleb after he sustains an injury on the run. Caleb lives in Rexxentrum and works at Soltryce, where some of this fic takes place.

Reccer says: Feels cosy, the shadowgast is very cute

Judgement & Justice by BurdensOfTomorrow (57477, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

All rise for the trial of Trent Ikithon, former Archmage of Civil Influence. Caleb is a professor at The Soltryst Academy and is also active in the trial against Trent Ikithon

Reccer says: This can get pretty heavy but I really like it! It mostly focuses on Caleb and the trial of Trent. I really enjoyed how different it was from most other stories I have read. I thought the author did a great job of getting into the mind of someone going through a major trauma.

lover, you were made for this by aplusjaybirdie (gemstone_wings) (989, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Essek and Caleb have public sex in a park - near Caleb's coworkers

Reccer says: I liked it!

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. 

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[fangirlfrom-hell]

"My daddy has to fight some bad guys". || Jay Halstead x reader and daughter

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

You woke up earlier than everybody in your house to get everything ready for everyone. Jay would usually follow you a few minutes later and you two would make breakfast and get your daughter ready for school together, along with other morning stuff. This wasn't the day, your husband had fallen asleep and you were doing everything by yourself, trying not to make a lot of noise. You knew he was working a tough case and had come back quite late from work the night before, so you didn't want to wake him up. Even when he didn't want to admit it, he was tired as hell and needed to rest.

You were in the kitchen starting to cook breakfast when you felt his arms hugging you from the back.

-"Did I wake you up?" You asked. -"I was trying not to".

-"I didn't feel you by my side and I couldn't fall asleep again". He answered into your ear and then kissed your neck as he continued talking. -"I'm sorry I haven't been around. We closed this case last night, what's left is a bunch of paperwork. My hope is to be back home early tonight and...". You turned around to hug him back and interrupted him with a short kiss. He rushed to finish his sentence with a heavy breathing : "...I can make it up for you", then proceeded to tenderly kiss your lips as he held you as tight as he could with one of his arms, while fervently holding your head with his other hand, finger all tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit.

Due to the case Jay was working on, you two had barely seen each other during the last week and a half, so things were heating up fast. Suddenly, for both of your displeasure, an alarm interrupted the moment.

-"Time to wake her up". You said having trouble separating from him.

-"I'll go". Jay took your phone to turn off the alarm. -"I'm driving her to school too".

-"Hey, Jay!" You took his hand before letting him leave the room. -"You do remember her Father's Day Festival, right?".

-"Next friday, 10:30, sure".

-"I was thinking...maybe you should talk to her and explain that...of course you will be there, but if you are not able to make it is due to your work".

-"But I will be there".

-"I know, I know, it's just...we never know when a case might pop up. Remember the Spring Festival?".

-"Oh. The bank robbery right before it...".

-"Yes, that's what I mean. That time was easy because I was there, but this time I won't...".

-"I will talk to her". He said after a few seconds of silence. -"But I'll be there, no matter what".

That day, Tessa and her class made a craft for their fathers. All the little kids were drawing in a small paper square that would become a keychain for Father's Day. Some of them were drawing hearts, others were doing stick figures. Tessa drew her dad carrying her over his shoulders and a bunch of hearts around. Her artwork was a little abstract, but understandable for a 5 year old.

-"All right". Ms. Luna said in a sweet voice. Tessa really loved her teacher. -"I am going to take your drawings and we will give them back to our dads as a key chain during the festival!".

-"My daddy said he will come, but he's working and if he doesn't show up it is because he has to fight some bad guys. Bad guys don't respect days or time". Tessa rushed to repeat what Jay tried to explain to her earlier in the morning when he was taking her to school.

-"It's ok". Her teacher laughed a bit. -"Sometimes parents can't make it and it's ok. That doesn't mean they don't want to or that they don't love us".

The class rehearsed the song they would sing at intervals throughout the rest of the day. Tessa never missed the opportunity to repeat the information going around her head: "My dad said he's coming, but if he's not here it means he's working" or "My daddy is fighting the bad guys and bad guys they don't respect days or time" or "He will be here, but if he's not here, that means he's on the streets. He makes Chicago safe". Her friends were amazed whenever she repeated those statements. She did understand what her father told her, but she didn't really comprehend.

The day was here. You dropped Tessa at school, she was all excited. Before she entered the building you reminded her: "If it happens that daddy is not here or he's late, remember he's fighting the bad guys".

Jay was already in the bullpen, everything was strangely calmed. He had talked with Voight about going out to Tessa's school and he gladly agreed.

-"Today is the day isn't it?" Hailey asked Jay as she entered the coffee room.

-"Yeah". He smirked. -"If nothing else intervenes".

-"Let's stay positive". She said remembering what had happened last Spring Festival.

It was 8:30, the day had just started when Trudy came upstairs with an urgent case.

-"That's just my luck". Jay said, rushing downstairs with his partner.

-"Let's try to make it quick". Hailey answered by putting on her coat.

At school, the kids were getting ready to go outside to start the festival. Parents were gathering outside of the building, waiting to get inside.

Students from all schools were lining up around the court. Their parents were supposed to meet them and be in front of their kid's group to hear them sing.

-"Is your dad here?" One of Tessa's friends asked.

-"I can't see him". She answered standing on tiptoe. -"But it's ok, it's because he had to fight the bad guys".

All the kids waved their fathers with excitement, some of them ran to hug them before starting the show. Jay didn't make it, but Tessa wasn't feeling bad about it...yet.

When the song finished, all the kids jumped into their fathers arms and gave them the craft they made in class as a gift for them. Tessa stood in her place, not being able to hold her tears. She was crying in silence, so between the noise and excitement around the little girl, nobody noticed her until a few minutes later. As soon as her teacher saw her, she ran towards her and hugged her tight.

-"It's ok, honey. It's ok. Your dad wanted to be here with you". She said in a very sweet and calmed voice. -"Remember he is fighting the bad guys, you said that before ''.

Some parents were moved watching the scene, but there was nothing they could do. Ms. Johnson, the school's principal, noticed the situation from afar and she joined as soon as she could. By only moving her lips, trying not to be heard, she asked Tessa's teacher if the little girl's father wasn't there. She shaked her head in disapproval when the teacher answered with a sorry face.

-"We can call your dad, Tess. That way you can hear his voice".

-"But, Ms. Johnson, he's fighting the bad guys". Ms. Luna intervened.

-"Oh!" She understood. -"Ok, but we can call him later, we'll tell him to come so you can give him your present. Would you like that?".

The little girl was an emotional mess, but agreed with her head, even though she wasn't really listening to what the adults were saying.

The emergency call for the intelligence team ended up in a shooting and that delayed detective Halstead. As soon as he finished with interviews and all the bureaucracy after this kind of situation, he ran off.

-"Go, go, go". Hailey rushed. -"I cover you".

Jay drove his truck as fast as he could, siren on. It wasn't a police emergency, but it was an emergency after all, he could deal with the consequences later. He parked in the first spot he found, even if it wasn't merely in front of the school and ran as fast as he could in a police mode to get to his baby girl. It was until he entered the building that he noticed he was still wearing the vest, gun and badge on his hip, but didn't care.

-"There he is!" Ms. Johnson pointed to Tessa's father.

-"Come on! Come on!" Ms. Luna took the little girl's hand and started running towards her dad.

-"I'm so sorry". Jay took Tessa in his arms and carried her holding her as tight as he could. She was too emotionally drained to react.

Kids around were already saying goodbye to their parents, going back to their classrooms.

-"We'll give you some time alone". Ms. Johnson informed Jay and he muttered a "thank you".

-"You can go back to the classroom when you feel ready". Ms. Luna told her student.

-"I hate the bad guys". Tessa managed to say when they were finally alone.

-"Me too". Her father said. -"I'm really, really sorry I didn't hear you sing, but I'm here right now". He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

-"I did it real good, you missed it". She said playing with the key chain in her hands.

-"I bet you did". Jay chuckled. -"What do you have there?".

-"It's a present for you. I made it for you". She extended her short arm to give it to her dad.

-"For me? Is it for my keys? I love it!"

-"It's you and me and lots of hearts. I drew it myself".

-"I can see that. It's beautiful. Thank you, sweetie". Jay's phone started ringing and he sighed when he read the text messages.

-"I have to go back to work".

-"But I don't want you to go". She started crying again.

Ms. Johnson came into the scene to help Tessa go back to her class" -"Daddy has to go back to work, sweetie. Ms. Luna and your friends are waiting for you, let's go". And she took her tenderly in her arms as her crying grew louder.

-"It's all right". Jay reassured her with a kiss. -"I love you. I'll see you at home, ok?". And she disappeared through the door.

He peeked through the classroom window to check on her before departing. He witnessed how Ms. Luna was successfully calming her down and felt a little bit more relaxed to go.

-"Thank you for coming". Ms. Johnson told him with a smile. -"For real".

With a heavy heart, he got into his truck and before turning it on, he hung the keychain in his keys. He inspected the tiny drawing and smiled before going back to the bullpen.

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[wordstome]

Endless Nights - Price x Reader

I started thinking about Sandman again because of Barry Sloane as Destruction of the Endless and went back to reread everything Destruction is in, including his Endless Nights story. Now I can't stop thinking about Price x archaeologist reader...

1.7k, please forgive any archaeological or military errors I only took like 1 anthropology class two years ago

You've been on all sorts of digs, but this has got to be one of the most chaotic. Your team's been sent to this peninsula to unearth some recently discovered artifacts. They think it's remnants of a little-known indigenous population, and it's your job to dig everything up safely.

Only problem is, there's a military base on top of it.

"Maybe it won't be so bad. Military personnel are good at following orders," your coworker says while you're unpacking your tools.

You snort. "Yeah, but they're equally good at putting holes in things and blowing things up. I don't think they have a lot of respect for fragile ancient artifacts."

"Ouch," your coworker says, wincing and putting a hand to his chest in a mock expression of pain. "No love for our nation's bravest?" You roll your eyes at him.

"It's not like that. I'm just saying we need to be vigilant about keeping them away from work sites. Take no shit, as it were."

"With the military? Good luck, I guess."

It's not that you dislike or even distrust every single person who's ever been in the military, it's just that you don't have much faith in their ability to hold respect for your work. Archaeology is quiet, meticulous work, a far cry from gunfights and kicking doors in. You're going to be here for quite a while, and if you don't establish boundaries right out of the gate, you'll be fighting an uphill battle for the rest of the dig.

That's what you're telling yourself as you sit in a gray, featureless meeting room. You and your supervisor are supposed to be meeting with a John Price, a British SAS captain. Kate Laswell, an American CIA agent, told you he's the proxy you'll be cooperating with during the dig.

You're prepared for all sorts of men to walk through that door: a balding middle-aged man with a power trip, or perhaps some blustering meathead whose voice no longer goes lower than a shout. Instead, the man that walks through the door and shakes your supervisor's hand leaves you staring, just barely keeping it together enough so you're not drooling with your jaw on the floor.

He's hot.

Your head fills with static as he turns to you and hits you with possibly the most endearing smile you've ever seen on a man. It's not just that he's somehow pulling off the beard and mutton chops look, or that his rough British accent is making you feel some type of way down there. It's the way he walks, like it's heavy—

"Pleased to meet you," Price says, shaking your hand. His hand engulfs yours as he gives it a brief squeeze. It takes your every last brain cell to answer with something other than Please tell me you're not wearing a wedding ring because you're actually single.

The meeting consists of him and your supervisor laying ground rules while you nod mutely and try not to audibly moan when Price adjusts himself in his seat, his hips moving in a way that is definitely going to undo you if you think about it too hard.

You walk out of the meeting having barely survived, but confident that the whole ordeal was a one-time thing. He's just who you complain to if one of the soldiers stumbles into a work site and smashes one of the artifacts, after all. You'll never have to see him.

Except you do. Every day, multiple times a day, he's there. He's obviously got his own shit to do of course, but it's like you can't get away from him: walk into a tent, and he's there chatting to one of your coworkers. Eat a meal, and he's there talking to a squad of soldiers and clapping someone on the back with a hearty laugh. Turn a corner, and he's there to full-body slam into you—

"Pardon me, sweetheart. Didn't see ya there." You're ashamed to say you don't do much more than stare at him with what must be the most pathetic petrified doe eyes as he gives you a pat on the shoulder and goes on his merry way. That was like running into a solid brick wall...

It would be fine if it were just you having a silly little unreciprocated crush. You've had those before and survived. But what starts to get to you is the little things: the way his eyes flick to you when you enter his vicinity, accompanied by a nod. The way his eyes linger on you for a moment too long before looking away. The brief touches against your shoulders or hips when he's maneuvering past you in a small space.

Frankly, it's driving you crazy, and it's starting to show.

"If you dust that piece any harder, you're going to damage it," your coworker scolds you. You all but jump backwards from the piece you're working on. You'd been so absorbed in mentally dissecting his body language the last time you were in the same room as him that you'd brushed the piece far beyond the point of being clean.

This won't do. You have to do something about this.

Mercifully, you've been given your own individual room to sleep in, which is quite the luxury after a career full of sleeping in dusty tents or sharing bunks with coworkers. It also gives you enough privacy to...take care of business, as it were.

Obviously, you didn't bring any "tools of the trade" that weren't useful for your work, so it's just you and your hand past 11 pm. You feel beyond perverted, slipping a hand between your thighs as you think of Captain Price.

You can still feel the weight of his hands on your body, brief though they were, and picture what else those touches could be doing. Your own voice slips out in a moan as you imagine his, low and grumbling yet soothing while he pushes you into the sheets, that endearing smile turned devious and devastatingly sexy as he spreads you open for him with those hands of his and collects your wetness on his fingers...

Your heart jumps out of your chest as you hear a knock at the door. You all but fall out of bed, scrambling to pull on enough clothing to be decent. "J-just a minute!" you call, inwardly cursing yourself for how breathless you must sound.

You answer the door, flustered and a mess, to see the subject of all your fantasies staring there. For a split second, you're petrified by the possibility of Price having heard your desperate whines and whimpers and knocking on your door to politely ask you to quit cranking it in his barracks.

"Apologies, sweetheart. Hope I didn't wake you up?" His eyes are so striking, so sincere, that you know he could have woken you up from the best sleep of your life and you'd still be unable to be mad at him.

"No no, I was...no need to worry. What can I do for you?" you say, relief flooding through you. Of course he didn't hear you. He's not a total pervert like you.

"Well love, I...it's probably best if you come take a look for yourself," Price says, looking almost sheepish. Your heart sinks a little—this cannot be good.

He leads you out of the barracks towards one of the job sites, directing you towards a table with several excavated artifacts laid out. "One of my men thought it'd be wise to steal his mate's torch, had him stumbling around in the dark out here. He says he bumped one of these tables and heard something fall on the ground, and I figured you should know right away instead of waiting 'til the morning and having all sorts of people tramping through here."

You give him a brief grateful look before crouching down with a flashlight. After a bit of looking, you find the missing object: a thick shard of pottery, lying forlornly on its side by a table leg.

You reach forward to pick it up, but the captain has spotted it as well, resulting in his hand landing on top of yours over the pottery. For a brief, dizzying second, his hand lays heavy and warm over yours, and you could have sworn that his fingers had shifted as if to take your hand in his.

In a blink, the moment's over, and the captain's hand shoots back to his side. Trying not to make an utter fool of yourself, you push yourself back up to a standing position, examining the pottery shard with a discerning eye.

"Looks like no harm was done," you say to him with a smile. "Mayday averted."

"Good to hear. I'll make sure the knuckleheads who did this receive a thorough dressin' down for this incident." You're grateful that the warmth rushing to your face at his stern tone can't be seen in the dark as you carefully set the pottery back in its place on the table.

"I'll walk you back to the barracks. Can't have my favorite archaeologist stumblin' their way around themselves, now can I?" You nod mutely, unable to look at him for much longer than a few stolen glances.

The two of you are quiet all the way back to your door, where you stand in the hallway, fidgeting with your hands and feeling the urge to say something, anything. "Thank you," you blurt out. "For not waiting until tomorrow morning. There's no telling what foot traffic would have done before we noticed the missing piece."

"Your work's important, love. And while you're here, you're our guests. It'd be rude to not be taking care of your work, wouldn't it?" You nod shyly, basking in the warmth of his attention.

You're frozen to the spot as he leans in to whisper directly in your ear, his lips brushing against it. "Next time you're relievin' a bit of tension, feel free to stop by my quarters, yeah? I think you'll find there's a lot more I can take care of than just your work."

Your eyes go as wide as saucers as he winks at you. Before you can even process what just happened, he's already walking away from you down the hall.

Feeling like you've just been handed some delicious and forbidden secret, you whirl around to shut yourself into your room, sliding down with your back against the door to sit on the floor. Did that truly just happen? Are you hallucinating? Or had you fallen asleep by accident and you're really just having some beautiful, delusional dream?

It doesn't feel like a dream when you realize you're soaking wet.

God, I cannot wait until Barry Sloane's Destruction promo images drop. For reference, these are the posters we got for season 1:

To be very honest, I wrote this like a possessed woman in the span of like an hour. I don't think there's going to be a part 2 unless you guys really get me going with some new ideas 😅

Also, I don't have a tag list (because I write almost exclusively for one particular Austrian), but I will tag my beloved @danibee33, and @ceilidho, as thanks for giving me Barry Sloane brainworms.

[the---hermit]

Messy desk on a gloomy autumn day

16|10|2023

If you couldn't tell I get to the end of the week and I am too exhausted to even consider writing my daily post. This Saturday in particular was a really heavy day I was deprived of all energies, and to be quite honest I don't feel at my best yet. Other than being sick, last week I worked a lot, and had to wake up even earlier than I usually do, so it was a bad combination of things. I am now starting to feel a bit better but I am not fully recharged of energies. The good things that happened in the weekend were the fact that I found the time to sit down and watch the new episodes of Our Flag Means Death, and I also started a reread of the Something Is Killing The Children graphic novel series. The sixth volume has just came out in Italy, and although I have not found a copy yet I feel like the spooky season is perfect for a reread. Today had a quite stressing start, because I decided to tackle my most anxiety-inducing task: officializing the classes I will take on my uni's website. Of course it went terribly, I had to do the procedure twice, and there are some new techinical problems that will hopefully be resolved quickly. After doing that and emailing a professor I gave up on everything else because I felt like I just had a fight to the death and I barely got out of it alive. Thankfully in the afternoon I had a bit more energies and I managed to finish my first read of the play I am currently studying for my English lit class, so the day was not a complete waste of time.

cozy hobbit autumn activities and productivity:

read first thing in the morning

fought with my uni's website and won (kind of, because I also had to send an email to fix some problems but I dif what I could so I count that as a win)

emailed a professor to get his opinion on whether I could take his class with my unsure prerequisites and not only he answered very quickly, but he was also quite polite and told me that thankfully I can take that class and if I'll need more materials to help me with what we'll be studying he'll recommend me an additional book so that I can take the exam

did a bit of planning on what classes I will be taking this year and what I'll wait to work on next year (it's a very general guideline to help me figure out what I'll be doing with my academic life in the next while)

did a very quick weekly set up in my bullet journal

(finally) updated my reading journal

finished my first read of The Merchant Of Venice

daily Irish practice on duolingo

listened to podcasts to shut my brain off

worked on a series of future posts

📖:The Book Of Lost Things by John Connolly, The Merchant Of Venice by William Shakespeare

[yeonmuse]

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x yang jungwon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎧

authors 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 I honestly have no idea where this came from I just thought of anti social Jungwon and Anti social reader coming together and this is where it got me. This is part of admins Enhypen university Series

ᦓynopsis Jungwon is a film major that finds honestly complete captivated by an antisocial girl with a love for the stars and a passion for music

TAGLIST CLOSED FOR THIS SERIES

Ice skates and snowfall

The snow was coming down quite heavy as yn peeked outside her window. Usually she hates the cold weather but this morning she was feeling especially giddy, she didn’t know if it was the fact that she now had two amazing people in her life that she could call friends. Or perhaps was it a certain someone that had her smiling and humming silently to herself as he occupied her thoughts.

After dressing in the warmest thing she could find in her wardrobe she slips her phone into her pocket and makes her way down the hall to meet with Chaewon. She barely had any time to knock on the door before it swung open and there stood Chaewon.

“Oh you look so cute, I need to take you shopping so we can go shopping for matching coats next winter.” Chaewon suggests, slipping from her dorm room and locking her arm with yns.

“Sunoo should be waiting outside in front of the compass, he hasn’t eaten yet so let’s hurry out before he blows up both our phones.”

The entire ride to the cafe was short to say the least but yn enjoyed it nonetheless, Sunoo was even sweeter and funnier in person and getting to relax with friends for the first time since attending the university really made her happy. They spent most of their time complaining about classes and talking about the upcoming break and possible plans until they had finally arrived at their destination.

As they stepped inside the warmth hit each of them making them all shiver in relief. Sunoo and Chaewon seemed to immediately fall in love with the place as soon as they stepped i side.

“Oh you came back.”

“Hi manon, I brought company with me today.” Yn smiles at the girl behind the counter, who had been brewing up a fresh pot of coffee.

“Sounds good, the more, the merrier, we’ve been pretty steady today up until now, since the snow is falling a bit more.”

“Are my ears and eyes deceiving me or are you actually having a conversation with someone.” Chaewon gasps as she and Sunoo finally join yn at her side. Yn playfully rolls her eyes in response to her friends' dramatics.

“Manon, this is Sunoo and Chaewon.”

“I assume you all go to UAA?”

“Yep, so prepare to get sick of me.”

“Honestly, some days here are far too boring. I'm sure you’ll make my days go by faster.” The two share a laugh before manon slips into her place being the register.

“What can I get for you guys today?” Yn opens her mouth to speak but Sunoo completely beats her to it.

“Can I get honey bread, two slices of strawberry cream cake, a black peach, and lemon drop coffee?”

“Alright and for my ladies?”

“Two of the waffles like last time, a pink milk for me and a caramel milk for Chaewon, she’d also like to try the morning star breakfast bagel.”

“Alright coming right up, it’ll be in the house today.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to?”

“Don’t sweat it, besides I own the place so it’s not like I can get fired or anything.”

“You’re the owner??” All three of the friends seemed to be taken aback by manon's ownership of the place

“It used to be my moms, so I decided to take over it, it took a lot of work to get it to this point but it’s doing quite well.”

“I applaud you for being able to take on such a responsibility I can barely get through classes without them kicking my ass.” Chaewon sighs, earning a laugh from both manon and yn.

“Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of university and it's certainly not for me.”

“You know you could make some good money doing deliveries to the campus.” Sunoo suggests making manon take a momentary pause to think about it.

“Honestly, it sounds like a good idea, especially since we aren’t that far out from the school and we tend to have a lot of student visitors.”

“You could do student delivery discounts, I'm sure you can make a lot that way since most nights many of us are always having late cravings but it's a hassle having to drive or walk 30-40 minutes from campus when you’re swamped with work.”

“You know what i’ll think about it actually, if I decide to go through with it you guys will be the first to know.” Manon smiles and throws out the receipt for their order before making her way into the back to put them in with the cook

The trio took a seat near the counter and the moment they were seated both Chaewons and Sunoos' attention were on her.

“Alright we need all the details of last night, what happened between you two that made you freak out so much.”

“Nothing really happened, we just spent the night getting to know each other, after we worked on the project for a while we talked about what made us get into our majors, we talked about some of the things we liked too, just basic topics really.”

“So that's it you're both just sharing your interests? Nothing Juicy happened?”

“Chae what did you expect to happen? Me to jump his bones just because he told me why he loved cinema?”

“I thought you two would have at least kissed or something.”

“Chaewon they just met like a week ago”

“Can’t you just let my love blossom.”

“Your love can't blossom if it’s one sided. Just because I’ve admitted to you guys that I like him doesn’t mean I’ll tell him, the thought of having to confess alone makes me want to throw up, and the idea of getting rejected is even worse.”

Chaewon wanted to argue right then and there but Sunoo pinched her under the table to stop her from saying anything. Knowing Chaewon if she kept pushing the issue she would end up revealing all of their plans for tonight and they couldn’t have that. The rest of their lunch seemed to speed by, with manon occasionally joining in on the trio's conversation when the place was too slow or the three of them were the only ones sitting inside. By the time seven o'clock had come around yn thought their day had finally been over until she saw Sunoo driving in the complete opposite direction of the university.

“Um? You know you’re going the wrong way?”

“Um i’m pretty sure the skating rink is this way.”

“Skating rink?” The girl turns to chaewon who just looks at her with a cheeky smile.

“Surpriseee. I knew you’d try to find an excuse to stay inside if I told you we weren’t only going to moonstruck so I just left that part out.”

“I’ve never ice skated a day in my life? I can barely even roller skate?”

“Don’t worry you’ll be fineee, besides our friend Sunghoon works there and he’s like a pro at it, he teaches classes on the weekends so if you need help you could always just ask him.” Sunghoon? Why did that name seem familiar?

Meanwhile Jungwon and the others had been making their way inside while the trio themselves had just arrived. While Jungwon parted from the group to go to the bathroom the rest of them decided to discuss the plan.

“It’s completely empty here.” Jake complains as they step inside

“Well what did you expect? You planned to go skate in the cold on a day where it’s cold outside and the snowfall is extremely heavy?” Heeseung retorts, earning a shrug from jake.

“Isn't it better that it's empty? I mean aside from Sunghoon the two of them will be completely alone.”

“Jay’s right, the less people there are, the less interruptions.”

“So how exactly do you geniuses plan on sneaking out without either of them realizing you’re gone?” Niki finally joins in on the conversation.

“We’ll figure out when the time comes.”

Jungwon had been making his way back to join the group when he spotted yn coming inside joined by Sunoo and Chaewon.

“They’re here” all eyes fell upon yn and the others that had just now made their way inside.

“Yn?”

“Jungwon? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with a few friends.”

“Sunoo?? I thought you said you couldn't join us?”

“Well yeah I had plans to go out with yn and Chaewon, we went to grab some food but Chaewon suggested we come here.”

They were then joined by the others, all of them gathering at the entrance of the building. Yn was starting to get slightly overwhelmed with the amount of people now surrounding her, Jungwon could sense that she was doing some sort of discomfort.

“You guys are here too?” Chaewon turns to the group that had now joined them by the door, obviously she knew they would be there but she couldn’t make that obvious.

“Sunghoons closing today and since it's slow there's a discount on the prices.”

“All I’m hearing is less money that I have to pay.”

“Is this yn?” Yn immediately stiffens at the mention of her name. All the attention has now fallen upon her. How did they know her name? Was Jungwon talking about her? Did he say something to them?

“Sunoo told us a lot about you” jake gave her a warm smile that made her visibly relax, but having all their eyes on her still made her nervous.

“They’re friends of Sunoo and Jungwon,” Chaewon mentions, seeming to notice the nerves that were piling up within her friend. One by one they slowly introduced themselves and it was then that she noticed why all of their names had sounded so familiar.

“Oh! So you’re Sunoos friends, that’s why I suddenly had so many follow requests on my socials.”

“You all follow her socials?” Jungwon seemed shocked to find out, the girl he had been trying to keep the group away from, had already known about her before he even opened up his mouth.

“Yeah? Once Sunoo mentioned her and we saw that he and Chaewon followed her we thought it’d be nice to all have a mutual following with her.” It was a blatant lie, but Heeseung obviously couldn’t tell him the real reason that had all followed her.

“So I’m the only one that’s been left out of the loop here?”

“If you really want it I can give it to you after we’re done skating?” Yn said it before she could even think, the way her eyes fell upon Jungwon made his breath catch in his throat.

“Just give it to him now, me and Sunoo are gonna get some skates for us.”

“But you don’t even know my size.”

“Yes I did, I’ve stolen your shoes before.”

“What??”

“Sunoo let’s go.” Sunoo and Chaewon took their leave and the rest of the group followed, leaving just her and Jungwon all alone.

“Did you make it to your dorm alright last night?”

“I did thank you for asking, how was the playlist? Did you enjoy the cassettes I left behind?” He did, he absolutely did, every song left reminance of her. He played every song nearly 6 times last night until he finally decided to call it quits.

“I can gladly confirm that you’ve got superior music taste, you get to keep your crown.” He responds cheekily, earning a laugh.

“Why thank you, the queen continues her reign.” She laughs and their eyes lock on one another making her heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry if the guys overwhelmed you, I actually tried to prevent them from even meeting you until you were comfortable enough around me, I know you don’t really like the intensity of being around too many people.”

“It’s alright you couldn’t have known that Sunoo and I would become friends too, They actually seem pretty nice, it’s nice going to take me some time to go from having 3 new friends to having 9.”

“Look at you getting out of your comfort zone, someone’s getting popular, you know when you get rich and famous I’ll have to make sure I’m first on your list to work with in the future.”

“I suppose I can place you first on my list of priorities.” Her playful response earns the biggest smile from him.

“Should we join the others? If we don’t join now knowing the others they’re getting impatient waiting for us to join them.”

“Chaewon will definitely not let me hear the end of it if I take too long.” She laughs and takes the lead as Jungwon follows behind her.

“There you two are, Sunghoons not making us pay anything since it's empty tonight.” Sunoo places her skates into her hand before taking a seat to put on his own.

“Oh nice, something good came out of coming all the way out here in the snow.” Jungwon takes the skates handed to him by Jay before taking the seat beside yn to put them on. The group shared a quick glance with one another upon seeing how close Jungwon had sat next to her. Their plan was being fully set into motion.

Just as yn thought the moment she stepped onto the ice it was a complete shit show, thankfully though the only person that actually seemed to know what he was doing it off the entire group was heeseung, which meant she wasn’t sucking alone.

“Chae if you keep holding onto me we’re both going to fall!” And low and behold both Chaewon and yn fell straight onto the ice seconds after, all the two of them could do was share a laugh.

“Need some help?” Heeseung skates over to the two pulling them both up to their feet.

“You know if you ask me nicely I wouldn’t mind teaching you Chae.” Heeseung was enjoying this far too much.

“Id rather -” Chaewon stops her sentence immediately, realizing this would be the perfect time to get Jungwon and yn alone with one another.

“If you make me fall I’m going to kick your ass.” She takes Hesseungs hand before looking over at Jungwon who seemed to finally somewhat get the hang of what he was doing.

“Won! Can you skate with yn?” Jungwon was shocked to say the least, he thought hell hath frozen over when he saw heeseung skate off while guiding Chaewon, but he didn’t question it nor did he care because he once again got to be close to her.

“Looks like you could use a guide too, i may not be as good as Sunghoon or Heeseung but I’ll catch you if you fall.” As he held out his hand for her to take a smile spreads across her face and she places her hand into his.

“Looks like you’ll have to be my new support since my previous support ditched me for a man, shockingly.” Jungwon laughs and holds both her hands in his as she struggles to keep herself balanced. The two had gotten completely lost on one another so lost that while the two shared their moments on the rink they didn’t even notice the others slowly but surely began to abandon them on the ice.

“You look really pretty tonight. Not that you don’t always look beautiful but..” as he gazed down at her, his brown eyes piercing into hers like daggers, she felt her stomach swarm with butterflies. The feeling only worsened as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Tonight you just look really adorable.”

“I don’t really…i don’t really know what to say when you say things like this to me, i'm not used to it but my heart.. every time i can feel my heart fluttering when you say them.”

“I’ll tell you a million times until you get used to it then, until you get sick of hearing from me how beautiful you are.” In that moment Jungwon realized he was a complement and utterly gone for her, he didn’t want to just know everything about her he needed to know what it was like to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, to call her his. Unbeknownst to him yn was completely freaking out, because for the first time in her life she was falling for someone, she was experiencing what it was like to feel her heart flutter for the first time, the feeling of those overwhelming butterflies.

As if realizing it had been a little too quiet the both of them broke away from another and their eyes scanned the now empty rink.

“Where did they go-?”

Mere seconds later yns phone buzzes in her pocket and she takes it out to see a message from Chaewon.

“Enjoy your alone time ;)”

“I’m gonna ask Sunghoon if he saw where they went.” He guides her over to the floor to ensure she won’t be alone on the ice before making his way over to Sunghoon.

“It’s okay won its getting pretty late and I have morning classes tomorrow so we should get back to campus.”

And that was where the night ended, his missed opportunity and a silent drive back to the dorms

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🔖 @jwonistic @jiamini @sol3chu

[shroudedunderworld]

Kisses

Drabbles about how I think the Savanaclaw boys would kiss because I'm in need of some major fluff with my favorite dorm rn

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi

⚠Gender neutral reader, Leona gets a lil frisky towards the end, slight swearing in Jack's part, also Jack's is really long I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT HE'S MY FAVORITE HGKFHKFHD, absolute tooth rotting domestic style fluff with Ruggie

Leona Kingscholar

You missed him.

You missed him a lot. You hadn't seen Leona the whole week due to the heavy workload you had been assigned before the weekend. Crewel really didn't know when enough work was enough.

Nonetheless, you used seeing Leona as a reason to get your work done, and you did. It was Friday, every last piece of work turned in, and you were on your way to see your favorite beastman.

"...mmmmmwhat...?" You could hear Leona growl from inside his dorm room after you knocked. Opening the door slowly, you were met with drawn curtains, creating a dimly lit room and a sleep enticing atmosphere.

"Oh my King," you knelt down and began speaking as though you were in a fairy tail. "Please forgive me for intruding upon your sacred private quarters. It is merely I, your beloved, here to see you-"

You looked up to see Leona, crossing his arms and staring down at you. His emerald eyes practically glowed, even in the dim light of his bedroom.

"Get up herbivore," he groaned. "If you're gonna be on your knees, at least make it for a good reason~"

"LEONA!" You stood quickly, face heating evidently. His arms enveloped you and you felt him rest his chin on your head.

"I'm kidding, herbivore..." He said sleepily. "I've missed ya..."

You smiled from where your face was buried in his chest and reciprocated his embrace, squeezing him tight and sighing contently.

"I've missed you too..." You murmured. Leona grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him. He smirked and let out a quiet, amused huff. You pouted.

"What?"

"Nothing," he grinned, shaking his head. Leona tilted your head upwards, lowering his own to meet you in a long, slow, deep kiss. It had you shivering and melting into him, leaning your whole body against his broad figure. Breaking the kiss, you panted and gazed into his eyes.

"Ohhh I don't think you'll be leaving this room anytime soon, herbivore~" Leona teased, leaning down to kiss your throat. "I wasn't kidding when i said i missed ya. Now whaddaya gonna do about it, hmm~?"

Jack Howl

"Deuce, have you seen Jack?" You had searched the grounds of Night Raven College at least three times over and still couldn't find your wolf anywhere. Deuce shook his head.

"I haven't seen him since our Flight class," Deuce said. "He told me he was going to look for you after school, but judging from what's going on right now, I'm assuming that didn't quite go as planned."

You rolled your eyes.

"No shit, Sherlock," you muttered. You scanned the crowd and couldn't see Jack anywhere. If he were there, it wouldn't have been hard to see a 6'3 bulky, tanned skinned, white haired wolf beastman that literally EVERYONE knows. You groaned aloud, deciding to give up searching, until...

"Wait, his dorm!" You nearly yelled. "I feel so damn stupid...why didn't I think to look for him in his dorm?"

You ran as fast as you could to the Savanaclaw dorm, huffing once you got there. Some student looked at you weird, whereas others minded their own business. You searched for anybody familiar when you saw-

"Ruggie!"

The hyena turned and smiled as he saw you.

"Hey! What brings ya here?"

"Where's Jack?!" Ruggie put his hands up in defense, chuckling.

"Relax, he's up in his room. I think you came at a good time, he came back looking like his favorite cactus just died."

You quickly thanked him and ran to Jack's room, knocking on the door. No response. You slowly opened the door to see Jack sitting on his floor, playing with a little potted cactus, tail limp and ears flat, a sad scowl on his face.

"Jack?" You called softly. His head shot up and his eyes widened, ears alert as he stared towards you. You stepped inside and shut the door behind you, turning back around to be almost knocked over in a bone crushing hug.

"Jack if your tail wags any harder your homework is going to fly out the window-" You warned him.

"Don't care," he said, face buried in your neck. "Can't help it, I missed you too damn much..."

Out of nowhere, jack picked you up and tossed you onto his bed (gently of course) before climbing over you and laying down on top of you. You giggled and pet his hair, rubbing his ears as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

Jack raised his head to look at you. You smiled at him and cupped his cheek with your hand. Laying his hand over yours, Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His lips were soft and warm, and he smelled like cactus flowers.

Once the kiss was broken, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, savoring the shared warmth between you two.

"I love you, Jack," you said breathlessly, eyes still shut tight and forhead still resting against his. Jack breathed shakily before running a large hand down your side, gently but lovingly caressing you.

"I...I love you too..."

It was moments like these where Jack knew he didn't have to have his guard up, where he could finally relax, because he knew he would always be safe to be himself with you~

(Lol can you say self indulgent-)

Ruggie Bucchi

"What was that for, huh?" Ruggie stared up at you from where you leaned over him. All he wanted was a little peace and quiet, some time to relax and lie in the cool grass beneath his favorite tree. Why was it his favorite? To keep it simple, it kept the grass beneath cool because it provided a lot of shade.

He was lying in the grass with his eyes closed when out of nowhere, you had decided to show up and give him a quick peck on the forehead.

"Nothing really," you grinned. "I've been looking for you all day, and I missed you! Also, you looked super cute, all relaxed like that~!"

Ruggie grinned, grabbing you as he began to tickle you to death.

"RUGGIE STOP!" You squealed as his relentless hands continued to attack your most ticklish spots.

"Never!" He giggled boyishly as he eventually calmed and brought you to sit between his legs, your back against his chest. His arms encircled your torso as his chin rested on your shoulder. You reached up to pet his hair and Ruggie sighed happily, closing his eyes.

"You know," Ruggie said softly. "I came out here to get away from people, to relax and be alone for a bit. But honestly, this is so much better..."

You smiled softly. Ruggie was young and fresh faced, some even saying he looked younger than he was. But he was a very responsible man and a hard worker. He deserved a break every now and again. He shouldn't have had to sneak away.

"Well whenever you need a break from things, especially from Leona," you gazed into his eyes, cupping his cheek. "Just hit me up, I'll always be down to help you unwind!"

He smiled cutely and pulled you in for a quick kiss, pulling back to look at you before going in for another, this time slower, longer, more passionate.

"I love you, Y/N. I always will, please don't ever forget that..."

MAN THIS WAS JUST THE PICK ME UP I NEEDED I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER AFTER WRITING THIS

Also I kinda tried to associate their name colors with their eyes (Leona was green, Ruggie blue and Jack orangy yellowy amber idk-)

I hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for more, extras~

💥Akira💥

[octuscle]

Life in France is amazing ! I couldn't be happier with my handsome boyfriend Claude, holding hands and kissing not caring what people thought of us, living the life in Amiens.

We were on our daily walk around the city when a random sprinkler broke and completely soaked us with water ! The landcapist, a thirty-ish man started to apologize in spanish though I couldn't understand a thing. Luckily Claude had taken some classes after work and after a bit of laughing and joking around everything was fine.

José, as he was called, offered us some exchange clothes, Claude refused but as I was completely wet, clothes heavy and shoes filled with water, I gladly accepted. He gave me some of his spare clothes : thin work pants and a simple white shirt. Both were way to big for me but I wouldn't be wearing them for long, José even offered me to change in the back of his van which I gladly accepted too.

Claude and I rapidly walked back home so we could clean ourselves. He told me I was quite handsome in the Gardening clothes and went right to the bathroom, while I stayed back, thinking about what my boyfriend just said. With a malicious grin I took his phone and opened the app he had shown me last week. We had used it once to have some fun but remained cautious since a single wrong manipulation could seriously mess with our lives.

I selected myself as a target, and activated "Change to fit environment" and set the timer for three days. I then went to Claude's profile and made him oblivious to all the changes. This will be fun ! I took my working clothes off and joined my boyfriend in the shower.

The next day I woke at 5 am, Claude was still sleeping and I myself didn't manage to go back to sleep. That's when it hit me ! I was supposed to work for a big client today ! I knew this memory wasn't mine but I didn't care, I just had to get along and the changes would happen themselves ! Claude was in for a big surprise once I made him aware of the changes again !

I put on my working clothes which were still too big for me and went on my way taking the bus to one of the nicer parts of Amiens where all the rich people lived. On the ride I noticed how my muscles were swelling the closer I got to my destination, my feet were nicely filling my work boots and my shirt was stretched by my chest. My hands and fingers got thicker and meatier, callouses formed on them like I had done a lot of manual labor. I couldn't help but explore my bigger face, pressing my fingers on my plump lips, feeling my shorter hair.

I flexed my swollen arms and stretched my legs, noticing how nicely I fit José's clothes like they were almost made for me. Speaking of José, I could see him stationing our van in front of this massive property. The client wanted us to install a massive colorful flowerbed for some marriage of one of his grandsons. I managed to overhear some bits of conversation, his grandson was gay, and will be marrying another man called Claude, how odd !

José and I went ahead and started digging up the ground. I remembered applying at his company for an apprenticeship, it was hard to communicate at first since he spoke little french, but he was impressed how fast and well I could get the work done, so after my apprenticeship he hired me as a full time employee.

As we were planting the last flowers, the sun was already setting and it was too late for us to drive across the city to go home, so we simply slept in my car, that I had parked there this morning. I sent a rapid text to Claude, letting him know I'd not come home tonight since I needed to finish some work.

The next morning I woke up in José's arms. He held me tight against him and I started panicking a little, we weren't clothed ! But he didn't seem to mind, he just stroked across my stomach, ruffling through the thick hair growing there. This seemed to calm me a little as I turned around and to him in my arms too, resting my head on his. Our legs entangled and we fell asleep again for another hour.

When we woke up again we rapidly changed for work, my body was stretching the pants and the shirt but I didn't mind showing off. In fact I found it quite exciting as I chuckled dumbly. José started to explain to me what needed to be done today and I answered in a lacking french, some Spanish words finding their way in my speech.

As we were trimming hedges big beads of sweat started appearing on my darkening skin, I was now properly tan, as my hair changed from brown to thick black strands. More hair covered my arms, and my legs, making me progressively look more and more like José, except that I was still ten years younger than him. I wanted to let Claude know that I was coming home early today as we had been particularly fast with work today, but then I thought about surprising him with some fresh flowers from the florist around the corner. José told me he wanted to finish watering the flowers we planted yesterday, and told me to go home before him since he didn't need more help. Thanking him, I took my car and drove back home.

The apartment I opened wasn't the one I knew. It was more messy but bigger, tools were lying around here and there, while fresh clothes were strung all around our apartment. I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower first, Claude didn't seem to be home so I then made myself a fast microwave dinner before dropping down In front of the TV. Everything was in Spanish, I had a hard time understanding what all the different characters were saying, but it became more clearer as time went by, I could grasp more and more words and even found myself laughing my ass off at the different jokes that were being made. Soon José came home, kissing me on the lips before going to take a shower. Wait ? Where was Claude ?! I took out my phone and wanted to write to him but it suddenly got smaller and smaller before folding in on itself and becoming one of these older Nokias !

I started to panic as I tried to find his number in the smaller phone ! I couldn't find it anywhere ! I tried to explain the situation to José but he just told me to stop trying to speak French, and that I should stick to Spanish, he couldn't understand a bit ! Not knowing what to do, I lay myself on the couch before rapidly falling asleep.

The next morning I woke up next to my fiancée. Wait, no ! I'm supposed the be with Claude ! I went out of bed but stumbled as my body had changed again overnight. My legs were thick as tree stumps, my arms and biceps had swollen again. I had developed a slight belly too, hiding my abs under a slight layer of fat ! Looking in the mirror revealed an older face, like I had aged ten years during my sleep ! I need to find Claude's phone before the day is over !

I first started to look for our old place, but instead of finding Claude's apartment there was an old lady living there, telling me the last tenant had moved in with his rich boyfriend three years ago ! That's when I remembered the wedding !

I went to my car, speeding to the property we had last worked on, not noticing my vehicle becoming bigger, whiter, transforming into a big van. When I arrived back at the villa I saw Claude holding hands with another man ! I tried to cross the gate but they couldn't understand me ! They didn't even want to let me through ! I need to get to my employers phone before the timer reaches 0 ! I don't want to be stuck as a gardener !

Sequel from @gkutfdvnn to https://www.tumblr.com/octuscle/721304900555915264/my-french-roommate-is-going-through-a-tough?source=share

Whew! This is by far the longest request I've ever received…. And accordingly, it took a bit longer to process. But I'm afraid I can't do much more here either. Claude is as good as married. And José and you, you love each other. I must also say that the result of your transformation is pretty cool. Hermano, ¡te ves bien!

I just changed a few little things on you so that you and José can have a lot of fun.

José is a really good catch! Hermano, hold on to this one as best you can. But since you've been working out more and taking care of your diet, that shouldn't be a problem. Nobody can get out of your arms so easily…

And what you can't do with your arms, you can do with your smile. I admit, this was probably all planned quite differently. But make the best of it. You are an even more beautiful couple than Claude and you were.

[mushroominaforest]

Chat, today was my second day as a senior at high school and I am already this close to running away to join the circus and giving up my dreams of being a biologist.

I have AP art, physics, chemistry and regular art IN A ROW. I AM GOING TO DIE.

now, some of you might think that art does not sound like a hard class. But I, dear friends, go to art school. I am a visual art major, (surprise surprise) and that is a lot more work than it sounds like. Going into advanced placement art is a death wish. I didn’t want to, but my mom made me lol. AP art takes up three hours of my school week. Do you know how much time we are expected to spend every week outside of school on our work for that class? Twelve. Hours. (not to mention the five additional out of school hours of expected dedication to regular art 😭)

And then I have chemistry and physics, two very math and homework heavy classes on top of that! (Thank god I my calculus class is next semester because I would actually just die.)

I hope that English does not have a heavy workload, because that’s the only class I think might be somewhat easy. Fabric & fiber (mandatory art class) will probably not be super insane but if it is I’m planning on passing. But not passing the class. I will be passing away. (Still, I think I have a chance, so I won’t dig my grace quite yet.)

(Fabric and fiber is taught by the art teacher who failed me in a grade nine jewelry making class though, so I might be cooked.)

Anyways. The senioritis is setting in fast and I don’t know if I have long to live 😔 (translation: I’m going to have a fuck ton of homework and might have to abandon the ask blog for a bit 😭)

[invisibleicewands]

Michael Sheen: Prince Andrew, Port Talbot and why I quit Hollywood

When Michael Sheen had an idea for a dystopian TV series based in his home town of Port Talbot, in which riots erupt when the steel works close, he had no idea said works would actually close — a month before the show came to air. “Devastating,” he says, simply, of last month’s decision by Tata Steel to shut the plant’s two blast furnaces and put 2,800 jobs at risk.

“Those furnaces are part of our psyche,” he says. “When the Queen died we talked about how psychologically massive it was for the country because people couldn’t imagine life without her. The steel works are like that for Port Talbot.”

Sheen’s show — The Way — was never meant to be this serious. The BBC1 three-parter is directed by Sheen, was written by James Graham and has the montage king Adam Curtis on board as an executive producer. The plot revolves around a family who, when the steel works are closed by foreign investors, galvanise the town into a revolt that leads to the Welsh border being shut. Polemical, yes, but it has a lightness of touch. “A mix of sitcom and war film,” Sheen says, beaming.

But that was then. Now it has become the most febrile TV show since, well, Mr Bates vs the Post Office. “We wanted to get this out quickly,” Sheen says. With heavy surveillance, police clamping down on protesters and nods to Westminster abandoning parts of the country, the series could be thought of as a tad political. “The concern was if it was too close to an election the BBC would get nervous.”

I meet Sheen in London, where he is ensconced in the National Theatre rehearsing for his forthcoming starring role in Nye, a “fantasia” play based on the life of the NHS founder, Labour’s Aneurin “Nye” Bevan. He is dressed down, with stubble and messy hair, and is a terrific raconteur, with a lot to discuss. As well as The Way and Nye, this year the actor will also transform himself into Prince Andrew for a BBC adaptation of the Emily Maitlis Newsnight interview.

Sheen has played a rum bunch, from David Frost to Tony Blair and Chris Tarrant. And we will get to Bevan and Andrew, but first Wales, where Sheen, 55, was born in 1969 and, after a stint in Los Angeles, returned to a few years ago. He has settled outside Port Talbot with his partner, Anna Lundberg, a 30-year-old actress, and their two children. Sheen’s parents still live in the area, so the move was partly for family, but mostly to be a figurehead. The actor has been investing in local arts, charities and more, putting his money where his mouth is to such an extent that there is a mural of his face up on Forge Road.

“It’s home,” Sheen says, shrugging, when I ask why he abandoned his A-list life for southwest Wales. “I feel a deep connection to it.” The seed was sown in 2011 when he played Jesus in Port Talbot in an epic three-day staging of the Passion, starring many locals who were struggling with job cuts and the rising cost of living in their town. “Once you become aware of difficulties in the area you come from you don’t have to do anything,” he says, with a wry smile. “You can live somewhere else, visit family at Christmas and turn a blind eye to injustice. It doesn’t make you a bad person, but I’d seen something I couldn’t unsee. I had to apply myself, and I might not have the impact I’d like, but the one thing that I can say is that I’m doing stuff. I know I am — I’m paying for it!”

The Way is his latest idea to boost the area. The show, which was shot in Port Talbot last year, employed residents in front of and behind the camera. The extras in a scene in which fictional steel workers discuss possible strike action came from the works themselves. How strange they will feel watching it now. The director shakes his head. “It felt very present and crackling.”

One line in the show feels especially crucial: “The British don’t revolt, they grumble.” How revolutionary does Sheen think Britain is? “It happens in flare-ups,” he reasons. “You could say Brexit was a form of it and there is something in us that is frustrated and wants to vent. But these flare-ups get cracked down, so the idea of properly organised revolution is hard to imagine. Yet the more anger there is, the more fear about the cost of living crisis. Well, something’s got to give.”

I mention the Brecon Beacons. “Ah, yes, Bannau Brycheiniog,” Sheen says with a flourish. Last year he spearheaded the celebration of the renaming of the national park to Welsh, which led some to ponder whether Sheen might go further in the name of Welsh nationalism. Owen Williams, a member of the independence campaigners YesCymru, described him to me as “Nye Bevan via Che Guevara” and added that the actor might one day be head of state in an independent Wales.

Sheen bursts out laughing. “Right!” he booms. “Well, for a long time [the head of state] was either me or Huw Edwards, so I suppose that’s changed.” He laughs again. “Gosh. I don’t know what to say.” Has he, though, become a sort of icon for an independent Wales? “I’ve never actually spoken about independence,” he says. “The only thing I’ve said is that it’s worth a conversation. Talking about independence is a catalyst for other issues that need to be talked about. Shutting that conversation down is of no value at all. People say Wales couldn’t survive economically. Well, why not? And is that good? Is that a good reason to stay in the union?”

On a roll, he talks about how you can’t travel from north to south Wales by train without going into England because the rail network was set up to move stuff out of Wales, not round it. He mentions the collapse of local journalism and funding cuts to National Theatre Wales, and says these are the conversations he wants to have — but where in Wales are they taking place?

So, for Sheen, the discussion is about thinking of Wales as independent in identity, not necessarily as an independent state? “As a living entity,” he says, is how he wants people to think about his country. “It’s much more, for me, about exploring what that cultural identity of now is, rather than it being all about the past,” he says. “We had a great rugby team in the 1970s, but it’s not the 1970s anymore and, yes, male-voice choirs make us cry, but there are few left. Mines aren’t there either. All the things that are part of the cultural identity of Wales are to do with the past and, for me, it’s much more about exploring what is alive about Welsh identity now.”

You could easily forget that Sheen is an actor. He calls himself a “not for profit” thesp, meaning he funds social projects, from addiction to disability sports. “I juggle things more,” he says. “Also I have young kids again and I don’t want to be away much.”

Sheen has an empathetic face, a knack of making the difficult feel personable. And there are two big roles incoming — a relief to fans.

Which leads us to Prince Andrew. “Of course it does.” This year he plays the troubled duke in A Very Royal Scandal — a retelling of the Emily Maitlis fiasco with Ruth Wilson as the interviewer. Does the show go to Pizza Express in Woking? “No,” Sheen says, grinning. Why play the prince? He thinks about this a lot. “Inevitably you bring humanity to a character — that’s certainly what I try to do.” He pauses. “I don’t want people to say, ‘It was Sheen who got everybody behind Andrew again.’ But I also don’t want to do a hatchet job.”

So what is he trying to do? “Well, it is a story about privilege really,” he says. “And how easy it is for privilege to exploit. We’ve found a way of keeping the ambiguity, because, legally, you can’t show stuff that you cannot prove, but whether guilty or not, his privilege is a major factor in whatever exploitation was going on. Beyond the specifics of Andrew and Epstein, no matter who you are, privilege has the potential to exploit someone. For Andrew, it’s: ‘This girl is being brought to me and I don’t really care where she comes from, or how old she is, this is just what happens for people like me.’”

It must have been odd having the prince and Bevan — the worst and best of our ruling classes — in his head at the same time. What, if anything, links the men? “What is power and what can you do with it?” Sheen muses, which seems to speak to his position in Port Talbot too. Nye at the National portrays the Welsh politician on his deathbed, in an NHS hospital, moving through his memories while doped up on meds. Sheen wants the audience to think: “Is there a Bevan in politics now and, if not, why not?”

Which takes us back to The Way. At the start one rioter yells about wanting to “change everything” — he means politically, sociologically. However, assuming that changing everything is not possible, what is the one thing Sheen would change? “Something practical? Not ‘I want world peace’. I would create a people’s chamber as another branch of government — like the Lords, there’d be a House of People, representing their community. Our political system has become restrictive and nonrepresentational, so something to open that up would be good.”

The actor is a thousand miles from his old Hollywood life. “It’d take a lot for me to work in America again — my life is elsewhere.” It is in Port Talbot instead. “The last man on the battlefield” is how one MP describes the steel works in The Way, and Sheen is unsure what happens when that last man goes. “Some people say it’s to do with net zero aims,” he says about the closure. “Others blame Brexit. But, ultimately, the people of Port Talbot have been let down — and there is no easy answer about what comes next.”

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Chapter Five: Lets take one together

Javier Pena x m!reader

Chapter summary: Caleb and Javier discuss plans for a weekend trip, though they’re unsure of where to go until Javier finds a promising option a friend’s house for a relaxing getaway. Meanwhile, Caleb’s Uncle Berry drops by unexpectedly, and for the first time, he meets Javier. Despite Caleb’s initial panic, the introduction goes smoothly, with Uncle Berry accepting Javier and even offering some subtle advice about being cautious due to their unique relationship. Later, Caleb asks Javier to spend the night at his place for the first time. They share a quiet, intimate moment, deepening their bond as they navigate the challenges and joys of their evolving relationship.

Chapter warnings: a lot of smut, anal, blow job, Top!Javier Bot!malecharacter, unprotective P in A, Teacher Student Relationship, Age gap (Javier is 35 and Caleb is 18), Cock riding, hickies, fluff

Note: This is a short, sweet chapter with plenty of smut, but also a lot of care. The series will definitely continue, and I'll be uploading more than five chapters.

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The next couple of weeks flew by in a blur of stolen moments and quiet agreements. At school, Caleb and Javier maintained the pretense of teacher and student, a façade they wore comfortably. But outside the classroom, they were simply Javi and Caleb two guys navigating an unexpected connection.

They took turns sneaking into each other’s houses, occasionally hitting the bar where it all began for a drink or two. The thrill of their secret made every rendezvous feel like an adventure. To Caleb's surprise, he aced the history test, much to Javier's delight. With their playful bet fulfilled, Javier officially passed Caleb in the class, but the real victory felt far sweeter.

The door to my apartment creaked open, and I knew it was Javier. He didn’t bother knocking anymore and i leave the door unlocked when i know he is coming, our routine had settled into a comfortable rhythm. The heavy thud of his boots against the wooden floor sent a shiver down my spine. I could hear him moving through the living room, his deep voice humming something under his breath a tune I couldn’t quite place but found oddly soothing.

“Hey, Caleb,” he called out, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of anticipation straight to my core.

I turned to face him, leaning back on the couch, one leg propped up casually. My shirt was already off, discarded somewhere in the mess of my living room, leaving me in just my jeans, unbuttoned and ready for action. “Javi,” I replied, my voice steady despite the rapid pulse in my throat. “You’re late.”

He smirked, a wicked curve of his lips that always made my heart skip a beat. “Had to take care of some paper work,” he said, kicking off his boots with a casual ease that told me he was already in the zone. His jacket followed, landing with a soft whoosh on the arm of the couch. “But I’m here now.”

He didn’t waste any time, closing the distance between us with predatory grace. His hands were on me before I could even react, fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me up to meet his gaze. “Missed me?” he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes burning with intensity.

“Always,” I admitted, my voice catching slightly as his fingers brushed over the waistband of my jeans, dipping just below the edge to tease the sensitive skin there.

His lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Good,” he murmured, punctuating each word with a nibble at the lobe. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Before I could respond, he spin me around, pushing me down onto the couch. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was hovering over me, one knee nudging my legs apart. His hands roamed freely, mapping out every inch of my body with an expertise that left me breathless.

“Javier…” I gasped, arching up slightly as his fingers found their way beneath my jeans, teasing the my entrance.

“Shh, just relax,” he whispered, his voice a deep purr that vibrated through my entire body. “Let me take care of you.”

His fingers worked quickly, slickening me up with practiced ease. I moaned softly, my head falling back against the cushions as his touch became more insistent. One finger pushed inside, then two, stretching me slowly but surely until I was panting, desperate for more.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “I need you…inside me.”

He didn’t make me wait long. With a muttered curse, he yanked my jeans down, baring my ass to the cool air of the room. His cock pressed against my hole, hard and throbbing, and I clenched my fists, biting back a moan as he lined himself up perfectly.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice gruff with restrained desire.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words as he began to push inside. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but in the best possible way. Each inch he claimed brought another wave of pleasure crashing over me, until finally, he was fully seated, buried deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against the small of my back as he paused, giving me a moment to adjust.

I could feel him throbbing within me, thick and relentless, and it was all I could do not to lose control right then and there. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, my voice breaking as I arched my back, trying to get even closer to him.

With a growl, Javier began to move, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again, his pace deliberate and controlled. Each stroke was measured, hitting all the right spots, sending jolts of electricity through my veins and my dick. I cried out, my hands gripping the fabric of the couch as he pounded into me with increasing force.

“Yes, yes!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “Harder, Javier! Fuck me harder!”

He did as I asked, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, mixing with my cries of ecstasy. Every thrust seemed to drive me higher, until I could feel the edge of orgasm looming just within reach.

“Almost there,” Javier grunted, his voice strained with effort. “Gonna give it to you good, Caleb. Gonna make you come so fucking hard.” he said, as he grab my dick and start jerking it off.

His words and hands pushed me over the edge. With a scream of release, I came, my body convulsing around his dick as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Javier didn’t let up, continuing to pound into me as my orgasm crashed over me, leaving me shaking and gasping for breath.

“Javier, please…” I managed to whimper, my voice weak with exhaustion. “Can’t…take much more…”

“Not done with you yet,” he growled, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his own climax. “You want my cum, Caleb? Want it filling you up?”

“Yes, yes!” I cried, my voice raw with desperation. “Give it to me, Javi! Fill me up!”

With a roar of triumph, Javier slammed into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock twitched inside me, pulsing with hot, viscous fluid as he came, filling me up until I felt like I might burst. We stayed locked together, bodies heaving with exertion, as the aftershocks of our orgasms rippled through us.

Finally, Javier withdrew, collapsing beside me on the couch. He rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he reached out to pull me close. I nestled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath.

“That was…amazing,” I managed to say, my voice still shaky from the ordeal.

Javier chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “And it’s only getting better,” he murmured, his voice laced with promise. “Next time, you’re riding me. Wanna feel that cock sliding in and out of you while you’re in control.”

My breath hitched at the thought, a fresh wave of heat pooling in my belly. “Promise?” I asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He grinned, planting a firm kiss on my forehead. “Count on it,” he said, his voice thick with intent. “But first, let’s mark you up a bit. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Before I could respond, his teeth sank into the tender flesh of my neck, creating a sharp sting that quickly blossomed into a deep, throbbing ache. I gasped, my hand flying to the spot as he released me, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the new hickey. “Now everyone will know who you belong to.”

"I don’t think you want them to know I’m yours," I said playfully, trying to keep the mood light despite the thrill that coursed through me.

Javier’s grin widened, dark and possessive. “Maybe not everyone,” he admitted, his fingers still tracing the fresh mark he’d left on my neck, “but enough to make a point.” His eyes held mine, filled with something that sent a shiver down my spine.

I tried to play it cool, but the intensity between us was hard to ignore. “A point, huh?” I raised an eyebrow, my voice teasing despite the heat building inside me. “What are you gonna do next, brand me?”

His laugh was low and deep, sending another shiver through me. “Not a bad idea,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement, though the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t completely joking. “But don’t worry, I’ve got other ways to leave a mark.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. “You’ve got some issues, you know that?”

Javier leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “And you love every second of it.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure as he pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it,” he added with a playful smirk.

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “Maybe I do.”

He leaned in closer again, his lips ghosting over mine. “Good,” he murmured, his breath mingling with mine. “Because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

We stayed like that for a while, the room quiet except for the sound of our breathing. After a moment, I looked at him, something stirring in me. “Wait here for a minute,” I said softly.

I got up and headed to my room, grabbing my camera and digital photo printer. When I came back to the living room, he hadn’t noticed me yet. He was stretched out on the couch, wearing only his jeans, a cigarette lazily resting between his fingers. The sight of him so relaxed, so effortlessly sexy was too perfect not to capture.

I lined up the shot, my finger hovering over the button. Just as I was about to snap the photo, he looked straight into the lens, catching me in the act. I grinned, caught. “What? I’m not photogenic enough for you?” he teased.

“No, no,” I said, shaking my head with a smile. “You actually look amazing.”

“Uh-huh, really? Let me see,” he said, his curiosity piqued.

I walked over and showed him the photo on the camera screen. He glanced at it, a satisfied smirk crossing his lips. “You gonna print it out?”

“Only if you want me to,” I replied, already reaching for the printer.

“Yeah, but keep it for yourself,” he said, giving me a wink.

Then, he leaned back, his expression softening. “Let’s take one together.”

I smiled, positioning the camera on the table with the timer set. “Alright, ready?” I asked as I pressed the button and quickly got back beside him. The first shot captured him kissing me on the cheek, the second, a real kiss, our lips meeting. And the third? Us just being goofy, making ridiculous faces at the camera.

As I looked at the photos afterward, I couldn’t help but feel this perfect mix of happiness and something more, something real.

"I’m gonna print you a copy of these three," I said, still gazing at the photos on the camera screen, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips.

Javier leaned in closer, looking at the images over my shoulder. “They turned out pretty good, huh?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, flipping through them again. The one where he kissed me on the cheek had this soft, intimate vibe, and the one where we were kissing felt... perfect. And then there was the last one—us goofing off, laughing mid-pose. It was pure us.

Javier chuckled. “Can’t believe we went from me teaching you history to this.”

I smirked, hitting the print button. "Who knew history lessons could lead to such... moments?"

“Yeah, no kidding,” he said with a grin, watching as the printer slowly spat out the photos, one by one. His eyes were fixed on the paper as if each print was a little secret captured forever.

I grabbed the first one, holding it up for us to see. “See? Told you, you look good in this.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying the picture. “Okay, I’ll admit, it’s not bad. But the next two are definitely better,” he said with a playful smirk.

I laughed, handing him his copies. “Here, your very own mementos of today’s... history lesson.”

Javier shook his head, still smiling, but there was something softer in his eyes as he took the photos. "I guess I’m gonna have to hang these somewhere private, huh?”

I raised an eyebrow, faking a serious look as I handed him the photos. “Well, in your house, sure… unless you plan on bringing other people over to fuck too.”

Javier chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the couch. “You really think I’d do that?” he asked, his tone amused, but there was a hint of sincerity behind it.

I shrugged, keeping the act up. “Just making sure. Gotta protect my territory, y’know?”

He pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around my waist. “You’re the only one who gets these kinds of photos, Caleb. Don’t worry.”

A smirk tugged at my lips as I let myself relax into him. “Good. Because I’m not sharing.”

As we were lounging on the couch, Javier shifted slightly and looked at me with a curious expression. "So, what do you think about leaving for the weekend?" he asked, his voice casual but his eyes searching mine.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Leaving? Where are you thinking?"

He smirked, tapping his fingers lightly on my leg. "I was thinking we could get away. Just the two of us. No school, no stress. Maybe head to the coast or rent a cabin somewhere quiet."

I leaned back, considering it. "That sounds tempting. I could use a break from all the drama around here."

Javier grinned. "Exactly what I was thinking. So? You in?"

I flashed him a smile. "Yeah, I'm in. But don't expect me to let you off easy if we're competing at anything. I don't hold back."

He laughed, giving me a playful shove. "Oh, I wouldn't expect anything less."

Javier stretched with a lazy smile. "I’ll do a quick search after we catch some sleep for an hour or two."

I raised an eyebrow. "It’s 4 in the afternoon, you know?"

He chuckled softly. "Yeah, but it’s been a long day. I could use a nap."

I thought about it for a second, realizing the exhaustion catching up to me. "You know what? I’m pretty tired too."

"Perfect," he said, getting up and grabbing my hand, pulling me along gently. We made our way to my bedroom, and the second we hit the bed, he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me like he didn’t want to let go.

Our faces were just inches apart, his breath warm on my skin. I smiled, nuzzling into his neck as he shifted to do the same. The feeling of his body against mine was comforting, grounding. I pressed my head into the curve of his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

In that quiet, peaceful moment, everything felt right. Without another word, we let sleep take over, wrapped up in each other’s arms, completely at ease.

Javier woke up first, but instead of disturbing me, he stayed there quietly, his arms still wrapped around me. He watched me sleep for a while, his fingers gently playing with my hair. After a few minutes, he carefully slid out of bed, trying not to wake me, and grabbed his laptop from his bag.

He came back to bed and settled in beside me, pulling me back into his embrace without disturbing my sleep. With one arm around me, he opened his laptop and started working, glancing down at me every now and then as my head rested against his chest.

As he looked around the room, his eyes landed on the camera we’d used earlier. A small smile played on his lips as he reached over, grabbing it. Without thinking twice, he snapped a picture of me sleeping peacefully on him. He couldn’t resist. It was a quiet moment he wanted to remember.

After taking the photo, he got up for a second to print it out, holding the picture in his hand as he returned to bed, placing it gently on the nightstand. A little keepsake, just for him.

I blinked a few times, waking up to the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. Javier was still beside me, but instead of sleeping, he had his laptop open, quietly typing away. His arm was wrapped around me, holding me close.

“Hey,” I murmured, my voice raspy from sleep. “How long have you been awake?”

He glanced down at me with a warm smile, the kind that made my heart flutter. “For a bit now.”

I rubbed my eyes and sat up slightly, still resting against him. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Javier chuckled, his fingers brushing through my hair as he tilted my chin up. “Because you looked exhausted... and way too cute to disturb.”

I smiled, feeling my face heat up a little. As I shifted, I noticed something on the nightstand, a freshly printed photo. My eyes widened. "Wait... did you take a picture of me while I was asleep?"

His grin grew even wider, looking way too smug for my liking. “Maybe,” he teased, his hand resting on my waist.

I grabbed the photo and held it up, seeing myself curled up on his chest, looking completely peaceful. "Wow... really?"

Javier shrugged, his gaze soft as he looked at the picture. “You looked too perfect not to capture. Don’t worry, though I’m keeping this one just for me.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, holding the picture up between us. “You’re keeping it for yourself, huh?”

He nodded, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Absolutely. It's a reminder of how good you look when you’re not sassing me.”

I laughed, leaning back into his chest as I tucked the photo under my pillow. “Fine, but you’re not getting any more sleeping shots. That was a one time thing.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said, his tone low and playful. He shifted slightly, setting his laptop aside. “Feeling better now? You were out for a while.”

“Yeah, much better,” I admitted, stretching lazily before curling back into him. “But you didn’t have to work while I was passed out. Could’ve just taken a nap with me.”

Javier grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I know, but I’ve got things to handle. Besides, I didn’t mind. I like having you here like this.” His hand traced light circles on my back, calming me even more.

I glanced up at him, our faces close. “So... did you find anything about that weekend getaway you were talking about?”

His expression brightened a bit, the hint of excitement in his eyes. “Not yet, but I’ve got a few places in mind.”

I nodded, feeling a wave of anticipation wash over me. “Lets go anywhere we can just... be ourselves.”

Javier leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “Then it's settled. Just you, me, and a weekend away. No one else. No interruptions.”

I smiled against his lips, already imagining how good it would be to escape for a while, just the two of us.

“What time is it?” I mumbled, still half-asleep as I shifted in his arms.

Javier glanced at his laptop, the soft glow illuminating his face. His fingers lightly traced along my back, absentmindedly brushing over my skin. “It’s around 7:30 in the evening,” he said, his voice low and calm.

I blinked, processing that for a moment. “We slept for almost three hours?”

He chuckled softly, his chest rising beneath me. “Yeah, we did. Guess we were both more wiped out than we thought.”

I stretched, my body still feeling the comfortable weight of sleep. My head remained resting on his chest, and I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The warmth of his body wrapped around mine felt comforting in a way I hadn’t expected.

“Well,” I muttered, curling closer to him, “I’m not complaining. That nap was... perfect.”

We lay in bed for a few minutes, enjoying the calm silence between us, before my phone suddenly rang. I grabbed it off the nightstand and answered, half-dazed from the nap.

"Hey, kid, open your door. I brought you some food," came Uncle Berry's voice on the other end.

Panic shot through me, and I sat up quickly, looking at Javier with wide eyes. I whispered, "My uncle is here."

Javier just grinned at me, calm as ever. "Okay," he said, sitting up slightly and watching me scramble.

"I’m coming!" I said into the phone before hanging up. I practically jumped out of bed, throwing on clothes as fast as I could.

Javier still had that amused look on his face, his lips quirking up in a smile. "Didn’t you hear me? My uncle’s at the door," I repeated, my voice more urgent.

"Yeah, I heard you," he said, leaning back on the pillows like it was no big deal. "I don’t mind."

"You don’t mind?" I echoed, baffled. "Unless you don’t want him to see me here," he added, his tone casual.

I froze for a second, glancing back at him. "I thought you didn’t want anybody to find out," I said, still hurriedly adjusting my clothes.

Javier’s eyes met mine, and his smile softened. "I meant anybody that has to do with school, Caleb," he said, his voice calm but sure.

I hesitated, his words sinking in. There was no tension or worry in his expression, just that steady confidence that made me feel like maybe this wasn’t as big a deal as I was making it. But still… my uncle? What would he think?

I tugged at my shirt, trying to decide how to handle this as Javier got up and started putting on his clothes casually.

As we both hurried to get dressed, I could feel my heart racing. Uncle Berry had no idea about Javier, and this was not how I planned for him to find out. I glanced at Javier, who, as always, seemed completely unbothered by the whole situation.

When we were finally dressed, I took a deep breath and walked to the door, swinging it open with a slightly nervous smile. Uncle Berry stood there with a grin on his face, holding a takeout bag.

"Hey, kid," he said, stepping inside. "Brought you something to eat. I figured you were too lazy to cook today."

"Thanks, Uncle Berry," I said, my voice a little tight.

As he walked into the living room, his eyes flicked toward Javier, who was standing by the couch, casual but clearly trying to gauge the situation. Uncle Berry’s brows lifted in surprise. "Oh, I didn’t know you had company," he said, looking between the two of us.

I hesitated for a second, feeling like the words were stuck in my throat. But Javier gave me a small nod, encouraging me to speak up. "Uh, yeah," I finally said. "This is Javier…my boyfriend."

Uncle Berry blinked, processing what I had just said. His surprise melted into a smile. "Oh, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend," he said, his tone warm and friendly. Without missing a beat, he turned to Javier and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you, Javier. I’m Caleb’s uncle, you can call me Berry."

Javier took his hand with a polite smile. "Nice to meet you too, Berry."

The atmosphere relaxed a little, and I felt some of the tension leave my shoulders. Uncle Berry didn’t seem bothered—if anything, he looked more intrigued. He glanced back at me with a teasing grin. "So how long have you been hiding him from me, huh?"

I laughed awkwardly. "Not long, actually. We were just... waiting for the right time."

Berry shook his head playfully. "Well, now I see why you’ve been so busy." He winked at me, then motioned toward the table. "Should we eat? I brought enough for three." I smile to my uncle and said “Yeah… yeah, you guys want something to drink? I’ve got beers and some sodas," I offered.

Berry smiled. "I’ll take a beer. Feels like that kind of evening."

Javier nodded in agreement, his eyes glinting playfully. "Beer sounds good to me too."

I walked over to the fridge, grabbing three beers, and handed one to each of them before cracking mine open. We sat down at the table, spreading out the food Uncle Berry had brought, and started digging in.

As we ate, the conversation flowed naturally, surprising me. Berry told a couple of stories from his day, Javier chimed in with his dry humor, and I found myself laughing more than I expected. The tension I’d been holding on to all day melted away. It felt so easy, like the three of us had been doing this for ages

"So, Javier," Uncle Berry said after a while, leaning back in his chair with a beer in hand, "how did you meet my nephew?”

Javier shot me a quick glance, a small smirk playing on his lips before turning back to my uncle. “Well, we actually met at a bar.”

Berry nodded casually, raising his beer. “Ah, a bar. Sounds about right,” he said with a chuckle, clearly not surprised.

Javier leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed, his smirk widening. “Caleb walked up to me, bold as anything, and started flirting. Didn’t even realize I was his history teacher at the time.”

Uncle Berry nearly choked on his beer, laughing so hard his face turned red. “No way! really?” he said, turning to me with wide eyes. “You flirted with your teacher?”

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling my face heat up. “I, uh... I didn’t know, okay? It’s not like he was wearing a sign.”

Berry was still laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “Man, I swear, you always manage to find the most... interesting situations.”

Javier chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “It was a surprise for both of us, trust me.”

Berry wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still grinning. “That’s one hell of a story, I’ll give you that.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off, but couldn’t help laughing along. "Yeah, well... things fell into place pretty quickly after that.”

Berry raised his beer in a toast, still shaking his head. “To unexpected encounters, then.”

We all clinked our bottles, and just like that, the awkwardness was gone. The laughter continued, and the room felt warm, comfortable, like everything was falling into place in the weirdest, most unexpected way possible. As we ate and talked, the conversation shifted to easier topics, but the shared laughter from that story lingered, making the evening even more special.

As Uncle Berry checked his watch, his brows furrowed slightly. “Wow, time flies when you’re having fun. I really should get going,” he said, pushing himself up from the table. I could see a mix of reluctance and fondness in his expression.

I nodded and stood up, walking with him to the car. As we stepped outside, the evening air was crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the house. We made our way to his car parked on the curb, and I could feel a sense of nostalgia washing over me.

“Thanks for dinner, Uncle Berry. It was great to catch up,” I said, leaning against the side of the car.

He gave me a scrutinizing look, his eyes flicking to where Javier was still cleaning up. “You seem really happy, Caleb. That’s good to see.”

I smiled, my heart swelling a little. “Yeah, I am.”

His expression softened, but there was a hint of caution in his voice. “Just remember to be careful. I know it feels good right now, but it’s risky being in a relationship with your teacher.” He paused, his gaze serious. “Make sure you both know what you’re getting into.”

I nodded, appreciating his concern. “I will, Uncle Berry. I promise.”

“Good,” he said, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Take care of yourself, and keep an eye on that one,” he added, glancing back at Javier with a teasing smile.

“Will do,” I replied, feeling a mix of reassurance and excitement.

With one last nod, he climbed into his car and waved goodbye, pulling away as I stepped back inside, ready to face whatever awaited me with Javier.

As I walked back inside, I found Javier already at the sink, washing the dishes.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, stepping up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. “Let me take care of it.”

Javier smiled over his shoulder. “Nah, it’s fine. I’ve got it.”

I rested my chin on his shoulder for a second. “I hope things with my uncle weren’t too awkward.”

Javier chuckled, still focused on scrubbing a plate. “No, not at all. I actually liked him. He’s... blunt, but in a good way. You can tell he cares about you a lot.”

“Yeah, he’s always been like that,” I said, loosening my grip to give him a bit more space. “I was worried he might’ve said something weird.”

“Not at all,” Javier replied, turning off the faucet and grabbing a towel to dry his hands. “He’s just looking out for you. Said you seemed happy.”

I smiled. “I am.”

Javier turned to face me, a warm grin on his face. “Well, good. That’s what matters, right?”

I leaned into him, enjoying the comfortable silence between us. “Yeah... it is.”

I hesitated, watching Javier as he turned to face me, his expression soft but curious. “Yeah, what’s up?” he asked, drying his hands on a towel.

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement build in my chest. “Can you stay with me tonight?”

He paused for a brief second, then a slow smile spread across his face. Without saying anything, he stepped closer and gently grabbed my waist, lifting me up onto the kitchen counter with ease. My legs dangled off the edge as I sat there, our faces inches apart.

“Of course I can,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

His eyes locked onto mine before he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine softly at first, then deepening the kiss with more intent. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer as the warmth of his body pressed against mine. The kiss was slow, deliberate, full of that familiar passion that always seemed to crackle between us. I could feel the heat rising as my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer.

His lips moved to my jawline, trailing kisses down my neck as I let out a soft sigh. The way he touched me, with both tenderness and urgency, made the moment feel intoxicating. My heart raced as he gently cupped my face, his thumb grazing my cheek before kissing me again, this time slower, savoring every second.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his breathing a little heavier. He looked into my eyes, his gaze full of unspoken affection.

Without saying a word, he took my hand, his fingers lacing through mine, and gave me a small tug. Smiling, he led me off the counter and toward the bedroom, his grip firm yet comforting. As we walked down the hall, my heart thudded in my chest, knowing that tonight was different, special. When we reached the bedroom door, Javier turned, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before we both stepped inside.

The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us away from the rest of the world. The bed was already turned down, crisp white sheets beckoning them to sink into its softness.

I wasted no time, stepping close enough that our bodies pressed together. My hands roamed over Javier's back, pulling him even closer. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths with urgent need. My fingers quickly unbuttoned Javier's shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it aside.

"You are so beautiful," I murmured against his neck, my teeth grazing the tender skin just above his collarbone. A shiver ran through Javier at the sensation, his cock hardening in his pants.

I continued my exploration, my mouth moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest. I paused to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently before biting down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark. Javier gasped, his hands gripping my hair, urging him on.

"More," Javier panted, his voice rough with desire.

I obliged, my hands working on the button and zipper of Javier's pants. In seconds, they were discarded on the floor, followed quickly by his boxers. Javier's erection sprang free, bobbing with each ragged breath he took. My eyes darkened with lust as i took in the sight.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I muttered, my fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly. Javier groaned, his hips twitching against my grip.

But i had other plans. I guided Javier to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him. Javier watched in.

I took Javier's cock deep into my throat, gagging slightly as i swallowed around it. The sensation of Javier's hardness pressing against the back of my throat sent a shiver down my spine. I loved the way Javier's cock filled my mouth, the taste of saltiness mixed with something uniquely Javier. My hands gripped Javier's thighs for support, fingers digging into the firm muscles as i continued to bob his head up and down, each downward thrust making me gag just enough to keep things exciting.

Javier groaned, his hands threading through my hair. "Fuck, Caleb," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You're so good at this." His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper into my throat. The feel of my lips stretched around him, the warmth and wetness of my mouth, it was almost too much. Javier's breath came in short, ragged gasps as he watched me take him even deeper, the sight of my flushed face, eyes watering from the effort, turning him on even more.

I pulled back, allowing Javier's cock to slip from my mouth with a pop. I looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. I crawled up the bed, positioning myself above Javier, straddling on his stomach. I leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his lips before moving lower, trailing kisses along his jawline and down to his neck. He paused, sucking gently on the skin until i felt his body tense beneath me. "Is this okay?" I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

Javier nodded, his eyes half lidded with lust. "Yes, please," he breathed out, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. My teeth grazed Javier's neck, nibbling lightly before biting down firmly. Javier cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through him. I continued to mark his neck, leaving a trail of hickies that would no doubt be visible for days. The sound of Javier's moans fueled my desire, making me want to push things further.

I moved down further, positioning myself between Javier's legs. I looked up, meeting Javier's gaze, his body thrumming with need. I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. i bent down, taking the tip into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around it before taking more of Javier into my mouth. Each stroke was deliberate, calculated to drive Javier wild.

Javier's hips lifted off the bed, seeking more contact. "Caleb, please…" he begged, his voice strained. "I need more." I pulled back, releasing his cock from my mouth. I shifted back to the position i was, lining myself up with Javier's dick. With one smooth motion, I lowered myself into Javier, feeling him fill me inch by inch. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of being stretched open by Javier's cock. I started to ride him slowly, setting a steady rhythm that had Javier groaning beneath me.

"Fuck, Caleb," Javier growled, his hands gripping my hips. "You feel so good." I rode him harder, the pace quickening as we both reached our peak. I leaned forward, bracing myself on his elbows as i continued to move, the angle allowing Javier to hit deeper inside me. My breath came in shallow gasps, my body trembling with each thrust. I could feel his orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm him.

Javier's hands roamed over my back, fingers digging into my skin. "Come for me, Caleb," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "Let go." My control snapped, and i came hard all over him, my body convulsing around his dick. Javier followed soon after, his cum filling me as he came deeper inside of me. We both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.

I rolled off Javier, lying beside him. I turned my head, smiling at him. "That was incredible," i murmured, reaching out to brush a sweat damp lock of hair from his forehead. Javier turned to face me, his expression soft. "It was," he agreed, his hand finding mine and holding it tight. We lay there in silence for a moment.

"Hey, Javi," I said, glancing at him playfully, "How about we shower together?"

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening with that mischievous spark I knew so well. "Hell yeah," he replied, pushing himself up and pulling me with him.

Still naked from earlier, we made our way to the bathroom. The second we stepped under the warm water, we started kissing again, our bodies pressing against each other as the water washed away the remnants of our time together. The steam surrounded us, adding a sense of intimacy to the moment. I ran my hands down his back as we kissed, the warmth of the water mingling with the heat between us.

After we got clean, we stepped out of the shower and toweled off. I led the way back to the bedroom, where I quickly changed the sheets and pillowcases. The bed looked fresh, inviting, and ready for round two or at least a long night of snuggling.

I handed Javier the clothes he had given me the first time I went to his place, a silent gesture filled with nostalgia. He smiled, pulling them on, though his eyes were still lingering on me.

I slipped into some clean clothes and joined him back on the bed. As we lay down, the fresh sheets cool against our skin, he turned to face me. I met his gaze, feeling that comfortable, quiet connection that always settled between us after moments like these.

We kissed for a bit longer before Javier finally rested his head on my chest, his body melting into mine in a way he hadn’t before. His warmth was comforting, and I found myself tracing lazy circles on his back as we both just soaked in the silence.

It felt different good different. He hadn’t ever really been this vulnerable with me, and I was liking it, the closeness that went beyond just physical.

I broke the silence after a while, glancing at my phone on the nightstand. “So, uh… should I set the timer for tomorrow?” I teased.

Javier chuckled against me, the sound vibrating through my chest. He tilted his head up just enough to look at me. “School? Yeah, I remember,” he said with a smirk. “But if I show up late, I’m blaming you.”

I grinned, ruffling his hair. “Blame me, huh? You’re the one who never wants to get out of bed.”

He laughed, his breath warm against my skin. “Can you blame me? This is way better than grading papers.”

“True,” I agreed. “But you know I’m still gonna tease you about it tomorrow in class, right?”

Javier’s lips curled into a smile as he shifted his weight slightly, making himself more comfortable. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Trouble,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “I’m prepared.”

I glanced at him again, still feeling that quiet buzz of contentment between us. “I’ll set the alarm then,” I said, reaching over to grab my phone, though I kind of hated the idea of leaving this moment behind.

“Do it, but I’m not getting up until the very last second,” he mumbled, his face nuzzling closer into my chest.

I smiled at that, setting the alarm but not really caring when it would ring. Tonight, right now, felt perfect.

“Fair enough,” I whispered, settling back into the sheets, holding him close.

I got up and grabbed Javier’s clothes, tossing them into the washing machine. He glanced up from the bed, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“You’re doing laundry now?” he teased, resting his head on his hand.

I rolled my eyes, but grinned. “Someone’s gotta make sure you’re not showing up to class in yesterday’s clothes.”

He laughed softly. “Hey, wrinkled is a look.”

“Yeah, maybe not for a history teacher,” I shot back, hitting the start button on the machine.

Javier stretched, still watching me. “You really don’t have to, you know.”

I shrugged, leaning against the doorway. “It’s no big deal. Besides, I like making sure you’re... put together.”

He grinned. “Is that your way of saying I’m a mess?”

“Only when you’re not in front of your students,” I joked, walking back over to sit beside him.

He reached out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me down next to him. “Well, thanks. I guess I’ve got my own personal laundry service now, huh?”

I chuckled. “Don’t get used to it.”

An hour later, I switched his clothes to the dryer and flopped back down on the bed. “They’ll be ready soon. You’ll look brand new for class.”

Javier smiled and pulled me into his arms again. “You’re a lifesaver, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I teased, settling into his embrace.

After taking the clothes out of the dryer, I set up the ironing board and started pressing Javier’s shirt and pants for tomorrow. The soft hiss of the iron filled the room as I worked, glancing over occasionally at Javier, who was propped up on the bed with his laptop.

“You working?” I asked, folding the shirt neatly and walking over.

He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Nah, just checking out something. Remember we talked earlier about going away this weekend?”

I sat beside him, curious. “Yeah, but we hadn’t figured out where yet.”

“Well,” he said, turning the laptop toward me. “I think I found the perfect spot. My friend has this place, and he said we could stay there.”

I looked at the screen and saw photos of a cozy house, tucked away in the woods. It looked like the perfect escape peaceful, private, with just the right amount of charm.

“That’s your friend’s place?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “It looks amazing.”

Javier grinned, clearly pleased with my reaction. “Yeah, he’s letting us use it for the weekend. I thought it’d be a great spot for our get away.”

I nodded, excitement bubbling up inside me. “Wow, Javi, this looks perfect. And we leave this weekend?”

He nodded, closing his laptop and setting it aside. “Yep. Saturday morning. I thought it would be nice to spend a couple of days where no one knows us. No school, no stress just you and me.”

I leaned into him, grinning. “I love the sound of that.”

He wrapped his arms around me, his chin resting on top of my head. “I figured you’d like it. We’ve been talking about this all day, and I wanted to surprise you with something good.”

I pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, still smiling. “You definitely did. I can’t wait for the weekend now.”

Javier kissed me softly, his hand resting on the back of my neck. “Neither can I.”

I glanced at the clock, feeling the weight of the day catching up to me. “It's already 1:30,” I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “I’m tired as hell. We should probably get some sleep.”

Javier smiled lazily, shifting beside me. “Yeah, I’m feeling it too,” he said, laying his head on my stomach, his arm draping over my waist.

“Javi, your back’s gonna hurt if you sleep like this,” I said, my fingers gently brushing through his hair.

“I don’t care,” he muttered, sounding content.

“Well, I do,” I said softly, a caring tone slipping into my voice. “Because I want you up here with me.”

He smirked at that, lifting his head slightly to look at me. “Oh? Well, if you want me that much, I guess I can do you the favor,” he teased, slowly sliding up until his face was level with mine.

As soon as he was close enough, I leaned in, kissing him softly. He responded in kind, his lips warm and familiar, the moment stretching as we shared quiet affection. We stayed like that for a bit, exchanging slow, gentle kisses, letting the intimacy of the moment speak for itself.

Then, with a quiet sigh, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. I tucked myself against him, his chest rising and falling steadily as we held each other close. No more words were needed as we lay there, comfortable and warm in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep together.

Next Chapter

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

Traintober Day 16: The Western (cw: animal death)

This story I wrote a while ago. It takes place in the Western region of Victoria, back in the 1940's. It features yet another one of my OCs, Victorian Railways A2 No 986 "Pluto", one of the long-lived A2 express passenger engines that graced the rails of Victoria from 1905 to 1963, to the very end of steam on the main line.

This is based on another true story of enginemen participating in a sheep muster from the books of Nick Anchen, a master of collecting warts-and-all stories from old enginemen that worked the railways. Some of the details are true to life as to what happened on this occasion, only thing that has changed is that the locomotives talk.

For those of a more sensitive disposition, I have put the story behind a cut.

Carnivore

Nearly every locomotive in the VR has performed some kind of country or agricultural work in their career. Heavy Harry pulled trains filled with meat, the Rs pulled the seasonal wheat trains,  the light-footed Js and the Ks pulled trains filled with livestock and fruit up and down the branchlines to and from Cudgewa in the North East, to take to Harry or Greyhound or the other swift-running X-classes waiting in Wodonga to take to Melbourne; it was the rare steam locomotive that stayed in suburban confines or didn’t pull any goods work. Australia was still a strongly rural place in the Steam Age, and Victoria was the agricultural breadbasket along with Tasmania. The fact that it was webbed in iron made distribution relatively easy and fast.

Quite often it involved sheep, pigs or cattle. Not the most pleasant of all jobs but it needed to be done. 

The year was 1943, the war in Europe and in the Pacific was at it’s height, and there was drought blighting the land.

One day, the cantankerous A2 express passenger locomotive No 986 Pluto and another A2, Roy, were being prepared to take a train up to Yelta, near Mildura in the state’s North West. Pluto was especially excited for the tales heard from the other locos promised wonders… but the landscape was anything but. Parched, yellow and unpromising.

Yelta was near the Little Desert, and was dry as dust. On the way to Yalta was the town of Merbin; which was home to a lot of very poor folk, the firemen in their generosity would kick off lumps of coal from their footplates on the way up or down so that the poor could cook and heat their homes with it. But the purpose of this trip to Yalta was to gather sheep from the flocks there and to take down to the opposite end of the state, Korumburra in Gippsland in the East.

Korumburra was sheep grazing country and the absolute opposite of Yelta ; wet, cold and lush, perfect for fattening sheep.

“What are you so happy about, you cranky old bastard? We’re travelling into Hell in a handbasket...”, groused Roy, who seemingly wanted to piss on Pluto’s parade. “You’ll see, idiot boy…”,  chuckled Pluto, who was normally grumpy and argumentative but today,  his gleefulness was unshakeable.

This was country so far away it required two locomotives to go the distance, and the then newly built young H220 Heavy Harry who was formally built for this purpose was being used to cart troops around; so the old-fashioned A2s still performed their work on their old lines like the Western Line to Serviceton and The Overland express.

The locomotives pulled up at Yelta and their fires were banked. Pluto relaxed and drank his fill of water, chuckling away at a seemingly hilarious scene.

“Whats so bloody funny?” snapped Roy. “Look at our drivers and firemen…”, snickered Pluto. The drivers and firemen had changed clothes and joined the sheep muster, loading the sheep onto trains. The drought had made them thin, pathetic things but that didn’t seem to deter the drivers and firemen helping the farmers to load the sheep into the vans as they could. 

Pluto enjoyed the sight of the humans running about and gave an occasional little laugh to himself. Pluto being so happy rather than angry was irritating and frightening to Roy, who always knew Pluto as the engine who was seemingly ‘born old”, grousing about everything and anything under the sun. After a while, the drivers and firemen returned … with a plump sheep.

Pluto couldn’t help but give an excited little hiss of steam, and it all got on Roy’s buffers something fierce. “Why are you so excited that we are in this dust hole watching our drivers and firemen chase sheep about?! Really bloody skinny sheep at that! And why are you so bloody happy they took a sheep! It’s going to shit in your cab on the way back! It’s definitely going to shit in my cab! Ew!’

Pluto’s joy was not diminished, “You watch, idiot boy…”. As they watched, Pluto’s driver and fireman slaughtered the sheep with a practiced care like they had done it a hundred times before, quickly and with no fuss. Roy quailed in fright at the sight. They carried the sheep and a trough into Pluto’s cab, and hung it off his tender near the coal chute. 

They cut the wool off the sheep, cleaned it, drained the blood into the trough, skinned it and took the entrails out. Pluto’s excitement became audible, his roiling boiler hissing and bubbling away.

“Tucker time, Pluto!” yelled his Driver, as he threw the entrails into his coal bed, the fire cooking the meat and then adding their charcoal-ed remains to the ash and clinker of the pan after a thorough burning.

Pluto hummed and simmered happily as the smell of cooking meat encompassed his entire being.

Roy was shocked and appalled.

“You got so excited to be a giant barbecue, you crazy old fool!” barked Roy.

“You stupid, silly little kid" grumbled Pluto. "Eating something you are not accustomed to normally is a pleasure!

 ‘Getting to eat human food sometimes really broadens the mind! 

‘Eat the liver, boy! It’ll put the mettle in your metal! Put the iron in your frames! Eh he he he he!”

“You like eating that stuff? After you saw it get slaughtered? You are really are crazy!” 

Pluto’s mouth twisted slighty and he just gave a brief wheesh, the locomotive equivalent of a shrug… and his voice turned cold and strained.

“Roy, I have been very, very exceedingly nice to you through this entire trip, it is literally killing me.’

“Not even my boy Harry gets as much of a banter-free run as you have. Instead of letting me have my joy, which is a rare and delectable treat thank you very much… you complain like a fishwife…”

“You carry on like that, the only thing you’ll be eating is coal and human waste…”

“Human waste?”, squeaked Roy.

Pluto laughed, “Well, they don’t install dunnies in us, do they?’

Roy’s grey face blanched in terror. “They would really put their filth in our fireboxes?!”

He retched at the thought, but Pluto just casually rolled his eyes and wheeshed briefly once more.

“Who knows? Since they know we are alive, they don’t do that, at least its never happened to me, they’ve done it in a bucket and tipped it out the side… but since you’ve been shitting on my joy since we left Melbourne, you foolish boy… it would only be just if it happened your crew’s ‘honey bucket’ got lost…”

Roy said not a word on the way back to Melbourne, the smell of sheep was making him ill. Nothing involving poo in the firebox happened… but the idea was terrible to him.

And Pluto enjoyed the smell of cooked meat in and around him in peace, all the way to Gippsland. He even had a tiny bit of the cut of the mutton the Driver and Fireman had hanging near his coal chute; they cut off a bit, cooked and ate it for lunch and put a little bit for him.

And it was delicious.

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[rosypenguins]

🖤DROEY???🩷

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Synopsis: Zoey asks Drew to go see a movie with her and the gay little magenta-man is unable to decipher if it’s supposed to be a date or not.

A/N: Someone said they liked my Drake fics and that single compliment gave me the motivation to finish this hooray!! Anyways this fic takes place in the Jomies’ Sophomore year, and Drew is still contemplating (denying) his feelings for Jake. Also. He’s- he’s an idiot he is the big dumb I am silently screaming as I write this DREW YOU’RE A DUMBASS but anyways Droey backstory hooray healthy Droey!! (Or is it??)

(Contains swearing and a painfully stupid Drew.)

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Drew: Guys I think I got a date?

Liam: WHAT????

Henry: DHISVSJS HOWWW???

Liam: FYM YOU THINK???

Drew: Idk a girl asked if I wanted to go see a movie with her Friday

Drew: She said she had a spare ticket or smth

Liam: Yeah that’s a date

Drew: Shit

Henry: How’d you get a date before me?;-;

Liam: Which girl is this?

Drew: Zoey, the girl from our Biology class.

Liam: THAT ZOEY???

Henry: THE POPULAR ONE???

Drew: Yeah?

Henry: HOWW???

Drew: Wym how?

Henry: No offense dude but its literally ZOEY

Henry: And it’s you

Drew: Are you saying she’s out of my league?

Liam: Yeah basically

Jake: DREW YOU GOT A DATE???

Liam: About time you responded Jake

Henry: Lol looks like your boys cheating on you Jakeyyyy

Drew: STFU

Jake: Sobbing rn how could you do this to me Drew?? Thought we were homies!!

Drew: I hope you all fucking explode

Liam: TF DID I DO???

Jake: LMAO

Jake: Fr tho congrats on getting a date Drew I hope it goes well

Jake: And if you need any advice just lmk I’m quite the charmer after all lol

Liam: You’ve certainly charmed someone

Drew: LIAM KYS RN

Jake: Wym?

***

With a heavy sigh, Drew set his phone to the side, falling onto his bed and staring up at the ceiling.

So… this was a date.

With Zoey. With pretty, popular Zoey…

…Did he even like Zoey like that? He’d never considered her as anything more than a friend before, but… he did enjoy her company during class, and he did like working on assignments with her. He didn’t mind it when she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and… she was obviously very pretty.

Maybe he did have a crush. And had just never realized it before….

But Drew could recall a time Jake had been describing his crush. He referred to it as a warm, fluttery feeling. One that made him forget almost all common sense. And Drew couldn’t say that applied to him…

But… he must’ve had a crush on her. Why else would he find her attractive?

Drew buried his face in his hands, muffling a soft groan. It suddenly occurred to him he’d never even been on a date before. Sure, he had past relationships, but those were in Middle School. Those didn’t count.

God, Zoey had probably been on lots of dates before, too. She must’ve had high expectations for him.

Drew sighed, running a hand through his hair before rolling onto his side, thinking back to all those dumb romance movies Jake convinced him to watch. He was hoping they’d finally come in handy and answer at least one of his questions, but he was quick to realize he hadn’t retained any of the plot.

What he could recall, however, was Jake, misty-eyed with a soft blush dusting his face, staring at the TV with the dumbest grin on his face as he watched the main characters kiss for the first time.

…Why was that the only thing he could remember?

***

Friday came a lot sooner than expected, and Drew still wasn’t sure if it was a date or not. He’d gone back and forth about it for days, and eventually, he managed to convince himself that this was just a hangout. Not a date. After all, he could see some truth behind the texts his friends had sent. It was Zoey. And it was him. Why would Zoey want to go on a date with him?

He stood outside of the theater, scrolling aimlessly through his phone and glancing up on occasion to see if Zoey had arrived yet. His mind wouldn’t stop racing.

What if it was all some prank? What if it was a dare her friends set her up to? What if she-

“Drew!”

Drew turned to see Zoey running over to him, and was a little surprised to see she’d changed out of what she’d been wearing to school that day. Instead of her usual green top and jeans, she wore a pale pink dress, with a small golden necklace and simple white flats. It made Drew feel a little awkward, considering he hadn’t bothered to change out of the jacket and jeans he’d been wearing earlier that day.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” Zoey said, and Drew shrugged.

“Not really.” He answered, despite the fact he waiting about 30 minutes for her to show up. Zoey gave a slight nod in response, and a small smile appeared on her face.

“You ready?” She asked, and Drew nodded, before following her into the theater.

***

The movie Zoey had gotten tickets for was a mystery-thriller; a genre both him and Zoey had talked about in the past. And in all honesty, Drew would’ve found it interesting had it not been for the romantic subplot that did almost nothing to drive the main plot along.

But… he imagined Jake would probably like it a lot. He was a sucker for forbidden romance after all.

About halfway through the movie or so, Drew felt something brush against his hand, and glanced over to see Zoey had placed her hand right beside his.

…He’d seen enough of Jake’s romance movies to know where this was going.

Slowly, Zoey pressed her hand closer to his, resting her pinky over his. Drew blinked, unable to move his gaze. He really didn’t have a clue how to feel about this.

So once again, he thought back to those romance movies, and slowly moved his hand closer to hers.

And eventually, Zoey interlocked their fingers together.

…Zoey’s hand was noticeably smaller than his. And it was a little cold, but it was soft, and… it felt nice to hold.

He still couldn’t say he felt that fluttery feeling, though. Maybe that only affected some people…

Eventually, the movie finished, and with his hand still in her’s, Zoey led the two out of the theater. She rambled on a bit about her thoughts regarding the movie, but… Drew couldn’t focus on her voice, his attention still fixated on the fact he was holding her hand.

He was holding a popular girl’s hand…

Under the shade of the night sky, Drew finally decided to say something. He lifted his gaze to meet her’s, and-

“Was this a date?” He blurted out.

Zoey stopped almost instantly, and blinked as she processed his question.

And not a moment later, she burst out laughing.

“Seriously?! You didn’t realize?!” Drew could feel his face heat up.

“You never specified!” He countered. “I didn’t want to assume anything!”

“Come on, Drew! You’re a guy, I’m a girl, we went to the movies together, alone. That’s a date!”

“You could’ve just said that!” He grumbled, and Zoey turned away from him, covering her smile with the back of her hand.

“You’re so cute.” She whispered, and Drew could only imagine how red his face must’ve been.

“What?!” He could hear Zoey giggle again.

“Nothing, nothing. I… had a really nice time tonight.” She admitted, twirling around to stand in front of him.

And the way she looked beneath the moonlight. The way the light seemed to dance along her skin. The way she looked at him so longingly…

He’d never felt so… wanted before.

“So… would you want to do this again sometime?”

Time seemed to slow for a moment, and there was only one answer Drew could think to give such a perfect girl.

But for a fleeting moment, another blonde crossed his mind.

…

“I’d like that.”

[worlds-end-discotheque]

excuse me while I add a third Disco Elysium OC to my roster...

God, I love how this game is written. It's so fun to just... make little blorbos based on how Harrier du Bois' fucked up brain voices will see them. A heehee. Giggle.

Anyway, enjoy~ He's still being developed, but I hope this teaser will tide some of yous over <3

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VISUAL CALCULUS: A young man. No older than his late 20s. 172 centimeters, approximately 68 kilograms. Bright, outgoing-- probably has loads of friends.

LOGIC: Someone this popular doesn't take for a solo flâneur.

ENCYCLOPEDIA: "Flâneur"-- the coolest of the cool, but in that introspective, cool international poet way. A person without chains or concerns, wandering the urban paths for no better reason than the city has solid ground and the flâneur has feet. Basically, this kid is flâneuring right now-- aimlessly milling about, simply for the pleasure of it.

HALF-LIGHT: Or so he says.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: What kind of crowd would someone this cool and casual draw?

1. What does he look like?

Me. I'm his crowd. He rolls with guys like me.

Seems like a pop-collared prick if you ask me. I don't even need to see him to smell it. Elitism, baby.

Why do we care? We're just asking directions.

PERCEPTION: Now, remember-- you can't determine everything there is to know about a guy based on how he looks, brother.

LOGIC: But we can guess.

PERCEPTION: Sure. He's got a lot of pockets. A dark, snug-fitting ribbed tank top. A t-shirt, cropped at the ribs. A heavy-duty canvas worker's jacket, again with lots of pockets. A bandana around his neck. Work gloves, a duffel bag - so many pockets - and a good, strong pair of leather work boots.

SHIVERS: Hang on. Something isn't right here.

HALF-LIGHT: This whole time, you've been listening to his casual directions, the Lieutenant jotting each one down with quiet affirmations of 'mhm' or 'what's next?' You've been looking at him, haven't even taken your eyes off him.

SHIVERS: But neither has he.

HALF-LIGHT: He's been watching you, watching him.

[SKILL CHECK: COMPOSURE -- GODLY: SUCCESS] You manage to look almost bored, lazily passing your eyes over him again, paying extra attention to what you see.

PERCEPTION: We missed something.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: He runs with an alternative crowd. But not with them. This kid doesn't have an air of popularity-- it's infamy. Look at his bootstraps.

ENCYCLOPEDIA: Revolutionary groups often adopt subtle signs to recognize one another in the wild, especially when expressing a certain view or lifestyle which may invite dangerous interactions. This young man is gritty, savvy in your Marazovian sociopolitical lingo. He's a comrade, of the working class.

HALF-LIGHT: No. Not a comrade. He may not be a fascist, but he's not quite our friend.

PERCEPTION: Check his boots again.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: Blue laces. For the code.

ESPRIT-DE-CORPS: Cop-killer.