#personally I want them to be there for a planned visit and they walk in on everything imploding

[towersofviolet]

phrases that work for me in my office job and don't require lying (i know some autistic people struggle with even harmless lies) (also these are how i would say them and i'm very british so tailor them to your way of speaking):

"doing anything nice over the weekend?" (works best on a friday, or earlier in the week if you're not going to be speaking to that person again until after the weekend) - you can then add additional comments based on their response: e.g. they're going to see a movie -> "i've seen the trailer for that, it looks good" or "i haven't heard of that, what's it about?" or "oh i haven't been to the cinema in ages, i should go sometime"

related phrase to the above, for mondays: "get up to anything nice over the weekend?"

note, if asked about your weekend and you just stayed inside playing video games (and don't want to say that), you can say "oh i didn't get up to much, just had a relaxing one"

in general, if they tell you about something they did, aim to ask 1 specific question about it, even if you're not that interested. this shows interest to them and can raise your friendship bar (if you've played the sims you know what i mean). example: if they went somewhere, ask them "was the weather good?" (if it wasn't local/you don't know the weather they got on that day) or (if you do know the weather) you can comment on it like "aw it was a lovely day for it, did you get to spend much time in the sun?"

holidays are basically fancy weekends, so you can ask similar questions tweaked for the event: "was it just you and [family member] for christmas day?" (implied question: did you visit family/friends) or "do you normally do anything for halloween?"

if they say their kid did something, you can ask "aw did they enjoy themself?"

in general (at least in the workplace) people love talking about their kids. try to remember their name and approximate age (infant, teenager, etc.) so you can tailor questions, e.g. if you know their kid is about 15/16 you can ask "is [name] doing their gcses this year?"

times of year you can conveniently ask about their kids: september (start of school year -> "is [name] back at school yet?"), december (christmas if they celebrate -> "has [name] told you what they want for christmas?"), summer (holidays -> "when does [name] break up for the summer?")

caveat: don't ask too much about their kids that it comes off as creepy. if in doubt, wait for them to bring up their kid in conversation first, then ask a related question

weather is another topic, especially if you live somewhere with very changeable seasons

rain/overcast -> (glance out the window) "ah, it looks like it might rain but i didn't bring my raincoat" or (light-hearted tone) "i was planning on going for a walk at lunch but i might stay in now!"

rain after a long dry period -> "oh we've been needing this" or (variant, works best if you have plants) "the plants have been needing this"

sun -> (light-hearted) "what a lovely day, shame we're inside!" or "i hope this weather keeps up for the weekend"

sun after a cold/overcast period -> "the sun's finally out!"

long period of hot sun in summer -> "looks like it's going to be a scorcher!"

very cold period -> "i wonder if we'll get any snow this year"

talk about your commute to work: "the train was really busy today, i couldn't find a seat" or "the roads were so empty, i wonder if the schools are closed today" or (combining weather and commute) "i just managed to avoid the rain. i got to the building just as the heavens opened" (heavens opened = sudden heavy rain)

if a colleague shares a similar commute to you, you can be more specific: "did you get caught in the roadworks on [road name]?" or "was your train alright? all the ones from [your local station] were delayed by at least 15 minutes"

work-related conversation topics are great too! this will need to be tailored to your job/area of work. i work in an office and use lots of spreadsheets so these are things i say:

while working: "my spreadsheet's so slow today, how's yours?" or "i have so many tabs open, i keep clicking on the wrong one!" or "have you done the update? how long did it take to restart?" or "did you see the email from [name]? do you read it to mean [explanation]?"

towards the start of the day: "have you got a busy day today?" or "got many meetings today?"

you can also comment on the time at work: "almost lunchtime! i'm getting pretty hungry" or "only an hour to go" or "wow, i can't believe it's 4.30 already!" (if the day has been busy and passed quickly)

and the day works too!: "monday already, that weekend went way too fast" or (excited tone) "friday tomorrow!" or "how is it only wednesday?"

note: try not to just use negative comments like this, or people may start to see you as negative/a downer. try to inject at least as many positive comments, e.g. if you complain about monday then also celebrate friday! unfortunately there's a cultural caveat here. different cultures will prefer a more positive or negative style of small talk (e.g. people may be expected to moan and complain all the time) so it will depend on the culture of your workplace!

when you're autistic and you learn how to smalltalk it literally feels like you started hacking real life

[flux1563]

Waterbomb effect ft. Saerom

Words : 3k

Y/n is a man who is in a romantic relationship with all nine members of fromis_9.Fromis_9 is a girl group from Korea consisting of 8 members, including Roh Ji-sun, Song Ha-young, Lee Sae-rom, Lee Chae-young, Lee Na-gyung, Park Ji-won, Lee Seo-yeon, and Baek Ji-heon.The romantic relationship between y/n and the nine members is very special; he/she has access to the fromis_9 dorm.Y/n often has sex with each member every day in turns, and the members even enjoy listening to the sounds of each other's sessions from their respective rooms.

One day, y/n was invited by the members of fromis_9 to watch their performance at the Waterbomb Festival.Of course, he got a VIP spot, she could see the members getting ready from the dressing room, walking out to the stage together. He watched fromis_9's performance closely. Seeing the members' tight and revealing sexy outfits. Because this is a waterbomb festival, water is their friend on stage. They shot water guns at the audience, and sometimes even aimed at each other. His eyes were fixed on Saerom, her wet clothes made her beautiful body outline through the fabric she was wearing. When Saerom fired the water gun, he imagined something wild; he wanted Saerom to shoot strong and powerful water, but through her vagina.

SUMMARY^1: Y/n maintains a sexual relationship with all nine members of the Korean girl group fromis_9, frequently visiting their dorm. At the Waterbomb Festival, y/n is granted VIP access to their performance. During the show, they are aroused by Saerom's wet outfit, leading to a vivid sexual fantasy involving her water gun.

Y/n couldn't watch any longer, seeing Saerom looking so sexy made him hard.His pants were tight when his cock got hard, so he decided to wait for the members in the dressing room.He made a plan for Saerom, he would tear her shirt when Saerom entered the dressing room, regardless of whether the other members saw, he would execute his idea even if the other members were watching, he would show the other members how he made Saerom squirt.

Y/n from inside the dressing room could hear the music had stopped, she said to herself, "finally, the moment has come."The members entered the dressing room, intending to change clothes.Even though y/n was in the dressing room, the members ignored her because y/n had often seen the members naked in front of her.Saerom was the last person to enter the dressing room.Y/n suddenly approached him and immediately tore his wet shirt, leaving only his bra and underwear.

"Are you very eager to see our appearance, y/n?"One of the members spoke up when they saw y/n forcibly tearing Saerom's shirt."What does this mean y/n, Can't we wait until we get to the dorm later?” Saerom said while covering the bra she was wearing with her hand. "No, Saerom, I get really turned on watching you dance in your tight clothes," y/n replied.

Y/n's head immediately went down towards Saerom's groin, removing her underwear."Y/n, I'm embarrassed, I haven't had the chance to shave my pubic hair clean?"Saerom said.Saerom's vagina is very beautiful even though there are a few fine hairs on top of it."It's okay, Saerom," y/n replied.

Saerom's beauty is still very captivating in her current state."Do you want to do it here?"Saerom said shyly because the other members were circling around them and watching everything."Do it here y/n, we want to see Saerom's expression when she's being fucked by your big cock," one of the members said."We heard rumors that Saerom can squirt non-stop and very forcefully," one of the members shouted again to y/n.

Saerom is very embarrassed right now, how could the other members know that she is a squirter."Don't do it here y/n, I promise if you wait and do it in the dorm, I'll let you use me until you're satisfied," Saerom said."Are you sure you don't want to do it in front of all of them? Your pussy is already wet," he said. "I don't want to do it here, I didn't know my pussy was wet, I'm always wet in front of you," Saerom tried to persuade y/n.But y/n didn't care, she started licking Saerom's clitoris."Ahhhh" Saerom began to moan as she felt y/n's tongue wetting her clitoris.

Saerom felt her body betraying her, she felt something different.Doing something erotic while being watched was a new experience for her, and her body was starting to enjoy it."Wow, you look like a whore, Saerom. How can your pussy be so wet when we all watch together?"One of the members teased Saerom.Hearing that made her cheeks flush, it seems she likes being humiliated in public, something Saerom had not realized until now.

Saerom pulled y/n's hair, submerging her head deeper to lick her entire pussy."Ahhhh.... Ahhhh.... Ahhhh..... So delicious.....""Continue, y/n," said Saerom."Look at her, Saerom's face is losing control of its expression," one of the members said. "Come on, y/n, just a little more, we want to see Saerom orgasm while squirting," another member added.Saerom felt strange in her body, how could she reach orgasm even faster when being watched by others?"Answer Saerom, do you want to cum now, are you going to squirt?"Jiheon teased Saerom. Saerom just nodded in response. Saerom knew that y/n's tongue was indeed amazing, but he didn't expect to be made to orgasm so easily just by it."I cum y/n......ahhh" Saerom's legs trembled violently, y/n immediately stood up and moved away from Saerom. Suddenly, Saerom's vagina squirted intensely, her trembling legs straining with all their might to keep her standing."Look, the rumor that Saerom is an easy squirter is actually true," Nagyung said to everyone."Wow, you're amazing, Saerom. I'm so envious of you. I've always wanted to be able to squirt like you," Ha Young said.

Saerom wet the floor with her squirting liquid.The members looked at her with envy. "I'm a squirter too, but I can't squirt as hard and as much as you, Saerom. I'm really envious," Nagyung said to Saerom. The dressing room floor is very messy now because of Saerom's fluid."Now lick up the mess you made, Saerom, clean the floor until it's spotless." Y/n commanded Saerom.Saerom immediately obeyed the command, her body moving automatically upon hearing y/n's command. Saerom immediately knelt down and began licking the floor, tasting her own squirting fluid.

The members were shocked by what was happening, but their shock quickly turned into excitement. "Look at Saerom, she's like a kitten licking milk," said Gyuri, watching the scene with a grin. "I want to be the one to make her squirt next," said Seoyeon, looking at y/n with a hint of challenge in her eyes.Y/n just smirked and turned to Gyuri and Seoyeon, "You'll get your turn, but now watch me make her cum again," he said confidently.

Y/n crouched down behind Saerom, who was still busy cleaning the floor. He pulled her soaking wet panties to the side and began to insert his fingers into her warm, tight pussy. Saerom's moans grew louder as he started to thrust his fingers in and out, the sound echoing through the dressing room. "Fuck, you're so wet," y/n murmured as he felt her juices coating his fingers. Saerom's body was responding to the pleasure even though she was in the middle of her embarrassing task. She couldn't help but push her ass back into his hand, begging for more.

The other members watched with bated breath, their own arousal building as they saw Saerom's reaction. "Oh, my god, she's going to cum again," whispered Jiwon. The tension in the room grew thick as y/n added another finger and began to rub Saerom's g-spot. Saerom's moans grew more intense, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she squirted for the second time, her liquid spraying onto the floor and y/n's hand. Her body convulsed, and she leaned against his chest, panting heavily.

The members clapped and cheered, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're incredible, Saerom," said Jisun, her voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen anyone squirt like that," added Gyuri, clearly impressed. The atmosphere in the dressing room shifted from shock to awe. The other members looked at y/n with a mix of envy and desire, wishing they were the ones being pleasured so masterfully.

Yet, when they approached him, eager to be next, y/n held up his hand, a firm but playful smile on his face. "Hold on, girls," he said. "Tonight is all about Saerom. I promised her a special performance, and I'm not one to break my promises." The air was electric as the other members stepped back, their desire palpable, but also understanding that y/n had a plan for each of them.

Saerom, still panting from her intense orgasm, looked up at y/n with a mix of surprise and arousal. She had never felt so exposed, yet so desired, in front of her fellow members. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she realized she didn't want it to end. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of the others watching her, their eyes glued to her body's reactions.

"Now get up, all of you, and start recording," y/n announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The other members scrambled to grab their phones, the anticipation in their movements clear. They had never seen anything like this before, and they were eager to capture the moment. Saerom hesitated for a second, but the desire to please y/n and the excitement of the situation overrode her shyness. She stood up, her legs still wobbly, and leaned against the wall for support.

The room was ablaze with the light from the phones as they all aimed their cameras at the couple. Y/n stepped closer to Saerom, his erection straining against his pants. He undid his belt with a dramatic flourish, letting his pants drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, making the members gasp in awe. It was even bigger than they had imagined. Saerom's eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Just watch and record," y/n ordered the group, his voice thick with desire. The members didn't need to be told twice. They began to whisper to each other, their excitement growing as they watched y/n stroke his cock, teasing the head with his thumb. He stepped closer to Saerom, pushing her back against the wall. She could feel the coldness seep into her skin as he placed his hand on her neck, his thumb tracing gentle circles.

Without warning, y/n thrust into her, filling her completely. Saerom's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned out loud. The camera clicks and gasps from the others only heightened her arousal. He began to move, his hips slamming into hers in a rhythm that was both brutal and tender. Saerom's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she matched his every thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the small space, mingling with her cries of pleasure.

The members were captivated, their own hands moving to their own bodies as they recorded the intense scene. Some were biting their lips, others were blatantly playing with their breasts and clits. They couldn't help but be affected by the raw passion on display. They had never seen Saerom, their shy and sweet bandmate, act so wanton. It was thrilling and exhilarating.

Y/n leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "You're going to cum for me again, right here, right now," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. Saerom nodded, her voice lost in the sea of pleasure. She felt her pussy clench around him, her orgasm building. With one final, deep thrust, she let go, her body convulsing as she squirted all over his cock and the floor. The room was filled with her cries and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass. The members watched, their eyes wide with lust as they recorded every moment.

"More, more, more! I want you to make Saerom squirt again until she's brainless!" Jisun shouted, her own hand buried in her panties. Y/n chuckled, the challenge in her voice only serving to fuel his desire. He picked up his pace, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into Saerom's tight pussy. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind unable to process anything except the feeling of y/n inside her. Her body responded eagerly, her pussy spasming with each thrust.

He reached between them and began to rub her clit in perfect time with his thrusts. Saerom's moans grew more desperate, and she could feel herself on the edge of another orgasm. "Y/n, I'm going to... I'm going to..." she gasped, her body taut as a bowstring. He grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "That's it, baby, let it go," he urged her on. And with that, she did, her pussy gushing around him in a powerful, wet climax that left her trembling.

The members cheered and clapped, their own arousal reaching fever pitch. "Again," Gyuri whispered, her voice thick with need. Y/n didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled out of Saerom, the sound of her wetness echoing through the room. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around, pushing her onto the dressing room table. "Spread your legs," he demanded, his voice commanding. She complied without hesitation, her legs spread wide as he pushed back into her from behind.

With renewed vigor, he began to fuck her hard and fast, his hand coming down to rub her clit with every thrust. Saerom's body was a blur of pleasure, her orgasms blending into one never-ending wave. She could feel her mind slipping away, consumed by the intense sensations. "Cum for me again," y/n growled, his voice low and primal. And with that, she did, squirting all over the table and his hand, leaving it slick with her juices. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, drawn-out moan as he continued to pound into her, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

The other members watched, their own hands moving faster as they touched themselves. They could feel their own arousal reaching new heights, desperate for their turn with y/n. But for now, they were content to watch the show, their eyes glued to the screen of their phones as they recorded every moment. "Keep going, y/n," Ha Young encouraged, her voice shaky. "Make her beg for mercy."

And so he did. He varied his pace, sometimes slow and sensual, other times fast and punishing. He whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he loved watching her squirt for him, how much he enjoyed making her lose control. Saerom's responses grew more incoherent, reduced to whimpers and gasps as she lost herself in the pleasure. "Please, y/n, I can't take anymore," she begged, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

But y/n was relentless. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her squirt over and over again. He felt her pussy tighten around him, the signs of another orgasm approaching. He increased his speed, his hand moving faster on her clit. "Cum for me, Saerom," he ordered, his voice a seductive purr. And she did, her body convulsing as she squirted all over the floor, the sound of her pleasure bouncing off the walls.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the table, her body a trembling mess.

"I... I can't," Saerom panted, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Yet y/n didn't stop, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I won't," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and intense. "I wouldn't stop until my seed was empty, Saerom."

With renewed strength, he picked her up and carried her to the floor, laying her down gently. He hovered over her, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. "Look at me," he demanded.

Saerom managed to open her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. He pushed back inside her, his strokes deep and powerful. She moaned, her body responding despite the exhaustion. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a mix of love and dominance. "Mine to fill, mine to make squirt."

The members watched, their eyes glazed over with desire. They had never seen Saerom look so wild, so uninhibited. It was like watching a side of her they had never known existed. They could feel their own panties growing wet, their bodies aching for his touch. "Fuck, she's so hot," someone murmured, their voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Cum for me, Saerom," y/n groaned, his own release building. "Let me see your beautiful face when I fill you up."

Saerom nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She focused on the feeling of his cock inside her, the way it filled her completely. Her hips began to move again, her body responding to his command. And with one final, powerful thrust, she came again, her pussy clamping down on him, her body shaking as she squirted once more.

Y/n grunted, his own orgasm following closely behind. He pumped into her, filling her with his cum, his warmth spreading through her. He leaned down and kissed her, a gentle contrast to the roughness of their earlier actions. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice softer now.

Breaking the kiss, he turned to the other members, who were all still recording. "Now," he said, his voice still a little rough from his own climax, "send all of that to the public."

The room went silent for a moment, the only sound the panting of the two on the floor. Then, the members looked at each other, excitement flashing in their eyes. They knew what this meant: their little secret would no longer be just that. The thought of the world seeing Saerom's uninhibited passion and their own desire for y/n was intoxicating. One by one, they hit send, the videos of the intense scene flying out into the digital ether.

Their phones chimed in unison as they received messages of confirmation. The videos were uploaded, and now, the world would see what they had all just witnessed. The anticipation was palpable, the thrill of the taboo act adding to their arousal. "It's done," Gyuri announced, her voice a little shaky.

Y/n pulled out of Saerom, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He helped her to her feet, his arms around her waist to steady her. She leaned into him, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter. "Thank you," she whispered, her cheeks still flushed.

The other members stepped closer, their eyes on y/n's cock. They could see that he was still hard, still ready for more. "Who's next?" he asked, his eyes scanning the group. They all stepped forward eagerly, their own desires now out in the open. The dressing room had turned into a playground of lust, and they were all eager to join in the fun.

The next few hours were a blur of passion and pleasure. Each member took their turn with y/n, their performances recorded and uploaded for the world to see. They took turns being both the performers and the audience, watching and participating in a series of scenes that grew increasingly wild. The dressing room was a mess of discarded clothes, water, and sex, the floor sticky with a mix of sweat and cum.

As the final member's cries of pleasure faded and the last video was sent, they all collapsed onto the floor, spent and satisfied. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, and their laughter filled the room. They had never felt so close, so connected. The bond between them had been strengthened by their shared secret, and they knew that nothing could ever break it.

Their phones began to buzz with notifications, the outside world reacting to their public display of desire. They didn't care about the scandal that was sure to follow. All that mattered was the here and now, the feeling of belonging and being desired. They had shared something special, something that would always be theirs, no matter what the world threw at them.

The members of fromis_9 looked at each other with a mix of excitement and apprehension. They had crossed a line, but they didn't regret it. In fact, they were all looking forward to the next time they could all be together, to explore their desires further, to push their boundaries even more.

The next day, the viral videos had taken the internet by storm. Fans and media outlets alike couldn't get enough of the explicit footage featuring Saerom's unbridled passion. The comments sections were flooded with shock, praise, and an endless stream of thirst. The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the globe. The group's social media accounts were bombarded with both love and hate, but the love was undeniably stronger.

The record label was initially horrified, but upon seeing the unprecedented spike in their social media engagement and the skyrocketing sales of their latest single, they quickly changed their tune. They called an emergency meeting, trying to decide how to handle the situation. Some suggested a public apology, but others saw the viral videos as a golden opportunity to boost their image, to show the world that the group was not just a bunch of innocent girls, but also women with desires and needs.

Saerom herself was a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention but also secretly thrilled. She had always been the shy one in the group, but now, she was the center of attention for reasons she never could have imagined. She felt a newfound confidence in herself, knowing that she could make people feel the same intense pleasure that y/n had given her.

The other members watched the news in amazement, their faces plastered on every website and magazine. They were now the talk of the town, the scandal of the century. Yet, they weren't scared. They had each other, and they had the protection of y/n. They had become more than just bandmates; they had become a family, united in their shared experience and their love for one another.

The story grew wilder with each new piece of "leaked" content. Each member had their own moment in the spotlight, and they reveled in the attention. The scandal had turned into a phenomenon, and fromis_9 was now more popular than ever. The group decided to lean into it, teasing fans with suggestive posts and even hinting at more to come. They had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

[windixie]

500 days of you ── .✦ spiderman! gojo x reader ch. 1

pairing . academic rivals spiderman! gojo x reader

summary ⊹ ࣪ ˖ being at the top of your class for the past few years has not been a problem for you at all, that is until he transfers in, stealing away your spot with his genius intellect and annoyingly good 4.5 gpa, better than your 4.0, all while wearing that stupid grin you just want to punch off. what's worse is he also happens to be the cities hero, in who you fall in love with, unknowing to who was under the blue mask.

warnings ˎˊ˗ college au, academic rivals to lovers, eventual smut, gojo is a pervert, panty

stealing, dry humping, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, sexual harassment, toxic relationship with family, unhealthy diet, fluff, set in new york like any other spiderman, female reader, p in v, oral, reader is a virgin, violence, gojo is full of himself, webs used.. inappropriately.

playlist ⟢ 500 days of you

wc . 5.4k

a/n . yes the title is based on 500 days of summer i was watching it while writing ..

500 days is all you have left until you graduate. according to your calendar that you have self made, placed neatly beside your bed so you could cross each day as it passes with your pink highlighter, you have exactly two years. today, december 20, marks your first day of long awaited winter break in which you desperately needed after enduring what you believe was the worlds hardest final exam for your humanized and social science class.

your roommate has decided to take this time to go visit her family back at her hometown, to spend a few days with her family wrapped in a comforting warm and cozy atmosphere alongside whatever her family provides. but you chose to stay behind, not that you had anymore exams to finish up or anything, but because going back to see your family, if you could even call them one, wasn't even an option. your relationship with them wasn't abusive or anything, just strained, always putting your brother's needs before yours. that's part why you picked the farthest college you could away from them, an entire different timezone.

you wouldn't call it running away, because that implies fear, you'd just call it more of a extraction. a nice and peaceful separation. sure, they reach out once in a while, but you always come up with excuses on the spot to end the call early. they barely knew that much about you, hell, they didn't even know which college you were going to even your plan in majoring in physics until a month before you left.

nyu is a beautiful campus, not traditional in any way, it bleeds right into the city. any spot there would be perfect to study, and well you didn't have anything to do for the next two weeks so a little studying before the next semester even starts. so with that you made your way over to your locker which was a brief fifteen minute walk away from your dorm.

you don't mind the walk, no rush, no crowds. the usual buzz of students chirping has died down. its not a eerily type of quiet, its peaceful. the faint sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the almost empty hallway. reaching your neatly decorated locker, you opened it unaware of the person right next to you, the door swung right into them.

"shit-"

your eyes widened as you saw the persons books fall right out their hands.

"oh my god im so sorry! I didn't see you there!" you immediately crouched down to pick of the several textbooks, most of them being physics for semester two. it wouldn't be a surprise if the owner of these books would be in the same class as you. "its alright" the mysterious person chuckled as they took away the books from your hands.

your eyes widened as they landed on them. or him, actually. he had beautiful bright blue eyes that for sure held every secret of the ocean, and snowy white hair that resembled the snow that was falling right outside. you couldn't even get a word out.

"im Satoru." he said, waiting for you to give your name to him.

"right.. right. I mean- im y/n." you stumbled across your words. he gave you a crooked smile, almost naturally as he saw you stutter. his hands now itched onto his heavy physics books, tilting his head as he studied you. "you have any idea where mr. thompson's class is?" his smooth voice asked. mr. thompson. thats the name of your physics teacher.

"yeah! yeah he's my physics teacher!" that came out a bit more excited than you intended it to. "yeah? mind being an angel and leading me to it?"

you laughed softly, hoping the light pink tint on your cheeks weren't noticed by him. oh but they were. the awkward tension melted right away. "of course."

he didn't mind the blush, and the way his smile widened told you that he definitely noticed your blushing, but he didn't say anything about it, instead allowing you to show him the way around the campus. he fell into step beside you recalling how you as well had this course. "so.." he broke the silence, "you actually understand physics are you just one of those people who pretend to know what you're doing?"

you shook your head laughing a bit as your gaze fell down to your shoes against the pavement. "no, no I understand. im majoring in it so I kind of have to. but it honestly depends on the day, sometimes I feel like the textbook is gaslighting me" now it was his turn to let out a laugh. and it sounded genuine. "thats great. back at my old uni, people were only there for the credits or whatever. no one was really as passionate as I am." you gaze shifted to him. "oh, which school did you transfer from?"

"colombia university."

"is the lack of people taking physics seriously the reason for your transfer?" you asked half jokingly, but you wouldn't be surprised if that actually was the reason, you knew some people like that.

he sucked in a soft breath, eyes flickering from your figure to look forward. "no I just.. wanted a different environment I guess." there was a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you didn't push it. after all you just met this boy not even five minutes ago. you both finally reached mr. thompson's classroom, his door slightly ajar. "he should be in here.. he always is., im convinced he lives in there"

he hummed looking into the classroom, catching a glimpse of the bald headed man hunched over a stack of papers before looking down at you. "thank you, y/n. I hope we see each other in uh two weeks?" the way he said your name sent your butterflies on a rollercoaster.

"yeah.. yeah I hope so too." you said quietly which earned a sweet smile from him before he walked in to talk about whatever he needed to with the professor. with one final look at the door you turned, only to remember you didn't even grab your books, let alone close your locker which was the whole point you came out of your dorm. you quickly rushed back with the thought of the new student lingering in the back of your mind.

── .✦

in the blink of an eye, the break was over, and the dreadful second semester rolled right around the corner. the traumatizing sound of your alarm that was set at 7 on the dot woke you up for your 9 am physics class, slicing through the silence and especially your slumber.

you groaned, clicking repeatedly at your phone to shut the ear piercing sound off. for a second, you considered skipping. but you knew mr. thompson doesn't play no games, and neither did that syllabus. so you dragged yourself out of your bed, limbs heavy, and mind still foggy as you began to miss the warmth provided by your bed. the sky outside was still that dusty gray, soft flakes falling right out of it.

after making yourself a cup of coffee, you brushed out your hair to be somewhat socially acceptable. you were the top student of the school either way, you had to be presentable at all times. you threw on a jacket and a cute pair of pants before making your way out of your dorm, holding envy for your roommate for not having a morning class.

by the time you reached the lecture hall, well your body because your soul was still trapped in between your blankets, you noticed that you werent there first one there like always. your eyes landed on him.

satoru.

he was seated right there at the front of the class, his posture was excellent, back straight, shoulders relaxed, giving you another reason to like about him. his eyes were trained on his phone, with his earbuds blasting whatever he was listening to in his ears. but they shifted as you walked in, and when your eyes met, a soft smile appeared on his pink tinted lips making your chest feel just a little too full.

maybe the second semester didn't seem so dreadful at all.

"hey.." he took out an earbud out of his ear as you approached, sliding in the seat right next to him. "hi" you replied, placing your bag next to you. "glad we're in this class together. haven't really met anyone else since we talked."

"that so? not even your roommate?" you unconsciously fixed your hair to try and maybe woo him with your beauty. "oh actually i'm living in an apartment" your hand stopped playing with your hair.

"an apartment? in New York? the school is already bleeding us dry.. what are you, rich or something?"

that earned a chuckle from him, a quiet one that made your stomach flip. "yeah.. sure." he had a grin on his face, making you question if it was a joke or not. you both watched as more seats filled up with new and old students. but everyone was eventually startled when mr. thomspon walked in and slammed a textbook onto his desk.

"well I'd like to say im disappointed from last semesters final exam results." he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "but id be lying."

a beat of silence.

"im proud to say that everyone passed." a relieved sigh escaped almost everyones mouths, echoing across the room. "and of course, ms. l/n, miss goody two shoes," you placed a hand on your chest in mock offense making satoru sniffle a laugh next to you. "you got the highest mark, like every year." he grumbled. "im starting to think you're just here to make everyone else feel bad about their grades."

"only slightly." you muttered under your breath, loud enough for satoru to hear. he turned a bit towards you. "lets see how long you stay up there, miss top of the class, until I snatch your spot."

you stared at him while he turned back to face the front. he was just joking right? I mean no one could steal away your spot. no one has for the past two years, and no one will. right?

── .✦

oh but you were wrong. oh so so so wrong.

this boy wasn't your new friend. he was your rival, like his whole existence was to take away everything you've worked hard for. he wasn't your soon to be charming lab partner or the cute guy you'd hang out with at a local cafe after class.

he was your academic nemesis.

it didn't hit you right away. not until the first quiz given to the class was passed back in which you got a 97% on. but once you saw a fucking 100% on satoru's paper circled in a horrid red ink, thats when it hit you. and the cherry on top was when mr. thompson grinned and leaned down to whisper, "looks like you've got competition." you stared at satoru like he had just murdered your family, not that you minded, but in a way he murdered your entire existence.

he looked at the paper, like he didn't even care that he passed, because to him this was normal. he caught your expression and was confused to see that the usual soft look on your pretty face was now replaced with pure wrath.

this wasn't just 480 days of school anymore.

this was war.

every time you raised your hand to answer a question, it was always outshined by satorus. damn him and his longer limbs. and every time, the professor would call on him.

every. single. time.

you even considered this being sexist. then satoru would answer correctly, of course. damn mr. thompson for finding this whole rivalry hilarious. like if your whole identity as "the smart one" wasn't practically being lit on fire in front of everyone right now. you felt the shift, and you heard the whispers of you being out throned. and what made this whole situation worse was that stupid charm that he offered you with, "im glad to be in physics with you." a lie.

a damn lie.

and you couldn't help but hate him for it every day, every higher mark, every time he got called on, and every time he smiled at you in the mornings or in the hallways thinking you two were still friends.

it didn't help that everyone practically loved him. girls slipped their numbers to him every other day, even undergraduates which you found disgusting. he did everything so effortless while you stayed up until 2 am re-reading lessons, burning through notebooks, killing your pens, and even pulling all nighters like kay chung for important upcoming exams, mistreating your body with more caffeine than you could handle to try and claw your way back up the top.

until eventually you burnt out.

you ignored every 'hello' coming from him or any stupid joke he'd come up with, you settled on a different seat away from him not having the guts to stare at him be better than you for another second. not while he thrived and you crumbled.

and it was like you were back at home, always being seen as the second option right after your brother. a man. of course the second you feel like you are finally worthy of something, someone has to take it away from you. but why now? why after two years in which you spent trying to escape that feeling, was everything going downhill? you weren't even sure if he was even aware of the harm he was causing you mentally and physically.

that he was undoing you without even trying.

but he did notice. he noticed how you stopped talking to him, saying hello or laughing at his jokes or even avoiding his gaze like if it would burn your eyes if you made eye contact, and it hurt because you were practically his only friend other than a boy he met in his calculus class. suguru geto, aka his 'man in the chair.' he always alarmed satoru discreetly whenever there was a bank robbery happening down the street. because not only was satoru now holding the title of the top student of nyu, but he was also the hero of manhattan.

"spiderman makes an unwanted appearance again last night," the news reporter said with her voice being more sharper than the bold lettering on the headline scrolling beneath her, "at a secluded alley near the 'sunny time up' bar, involving a man attempting to steal one of the employee's vehicle."

click.

"when will this vigilante wake up and realize that this job is for law enforcement"

click.

"he's a danger to the people of manhattan! this isn't a comic book, he's interfering with police work!"

every time you clicked on the remote to change channels, spiderman was everywhere. for someone the people claim to hate, he sure is the talk of the week.

"dude is like time square on new years.." you mumbled mostly to yourself.

"my father hates him." your roommate, wendy's father is the head of the police department. he's always complaining about he boy who hides away behind the blue mask, claiming that he is causing more trouble in the busy city. you gave a dry laugh. "your father hates everyone, including me" she sat on your bed next to you, holding a bag of chips in her hand which she offered you.

"I dont see why it's such a big deal. he does more than the police has done in the past five years. he's like what? our age? from what I have heard he is definitely not beyond his twenties." you stared at the video of him swinging across buildings, the sharp blue color of his suit making it hard to lose sight of him.

the color reminded you of satoru's eyes.

your mood suddenly shifted as you thought of him, your appetite was long gone as your stomach twisted in disgust. "how are you holding up with the whole academic rivalry thing."

"shut up." you grumbled.

"I feel like it's one sided, well from what i've heard from you." wendy's voice was quiet, but her words stung. because deep down, you have told yourself the same thing.

"its like he doesn't even try." you dragged your hand across your face as you stared at the textbooks on your desk before they shifted to the calendar right above it. 455 more days.

454 more days.

453 more days.

452 more days.

451 more days.

450 more days.

another school week has passed by. another week of avoiding his intense stare across the lecture hall. another week of hearing him laugh with that black haired boy that had way too many piercings on his face. another week of debating if anything was even worth it anymore.

you looked back up to your calendar, staring at that number written beneath the date. 450 more days until graduation! you got this! how many more days until everything will stop feeling so heavy.

how many more until you stopped caring.

but its like you couldn't even catch a break. your negative thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. you slowly dragged it out your back pocket before looking down at the called id.

mom.

you couldn't answer. not with your voice cracking or tears falling. you couldn't let them know that you were struggling the same way you were all your childhood and you especially couldn't give them that sense of pride in the way you were burning out. how could you tell them the pressure didn't go away but it only shifted from different mouths in different places. you couldn't handle hearing, "I told you so."

'just stay in state, I dont see why you have to move all the way to the other side of the world. you won't be able to handle it like your brother.'

'your brother stayed here in the same state, why can't you do the same? he visits us regularly!..'

shaking away the echoes of your parents voices, you watched the slow rise and fall of wendy's chest, and you quietly zipped up your jacket before sneaking out. fresh air was what you needed right now. it hit you like a reset button- the kind that clears your head. not caring where your feet took you, you made your way through the city.

the night was still alive, buildings lit up, parties at every corner you looked at, and other people walking as well. it did feel refreshing. until you heard it. a sharp, disgusting wolf whistle behind you. it was low and mocking. the city is big, its bound to have horrible beings. your steps didn't stop, your stomach twisted and you felt sick.

"hey where are you goin' sweetheart? you look delicious." the slurred voice behind you said. you didn't even have to look back to know what kind of man it was. your pace quickened, trying to reach a store or anything that had some sort of crowd. but the footsteps behind you didn't stop, they matched your speed and quickened.

this was exactly what your brother warned you about. being in such. huge city will only be more dangerous. you felt your throat drying up and you looked down at your shadows, seeing the mans hand reach for you. but before even his fingers could brush against you, a blur of blue and white appeared. there was a soft thud, a groan, then silence.

you slowly turned.

"hey," spiderman said calmly shooting a web right on the strangers face. "she's not interested." the man stumbled back, letting out a muffled yelp, fear overthrowing whatever he was on. he didn't even budge. your heart was still racing as you took in his muscular figure. and then he turned to face you. ".. now what are you doing outside at night, hm?" his voice shifted into a much softer one, like he was talking to a kid. you wanted to talk but you couldn't get a word out as you felt the heaviness in your throat as well as the weight you've been carrying from the past few months.

the way he stood was so familiar. "im sorry.." is all you could get out, you soft voice quivered which immediately sent his senses off. "hey, hey its alright why are you apologizing?" his large hands cupped your cheeks. despite them being gloved, they were warm and comforting. his thumbs swept under your eyes wiping away any incoming tears. "why are you apologizing?"

"I dont know.." you answered honestly. but the ache of not being enough was resurfacing. he let out a quiet breath at your answer. "thats okay.. you dont have to explain." his hands didn't move away from your face, in fact you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"let me take you home." he whispered. "..I live at the nyu dorms"

he nodded before dropping his hands to grab the back of your knees without any warning, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "hold on baby, okay?" your tired mind couldn't even process the pet name before allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, placing your head in the crook of it as well.

without another word, he laughed upward, shooting a web into the sky. the loud roaring of the wind as you both swung across building from building deafened your ears. gravity tugged at your stomach with every sharp dip and rise. you unknowingly shook in his hold, the hand that was holding you rubbed your back before settling to cupping the side of your thigh, dangerously close to your ass. "its okay, I got you."

his hand and feet stuck to the side of the dormitory building. "which dorm is yours angel?"

angel

that pet name reminded you of satoru. why is it that the smallest things reminded you of him? why does your mind insist in continuing to think about him. "... that one." you pointed to the window just two floors up and to the side, in which he crawled to, tightening his hold your plush thigh. he carefully slid the window open, crawling in.

"we're here.." he could barely get out before the soft click of a lamp lit up the room, revealing wendy who was staring at the both of you, holding onto each other rather intimately. your arms were still wrapped around his neck while his leg was pressed right in between yours, in the middle of placing you down.

your eyes widened as you stared back at wendy. "you're awake.." you whispered.

"you're with spiderman.." she stated the obvious. you and him were quiet, the silence louder than you wanted it to as you backed away from him. "I wake up to see you missing, assuming you probably went out to party, only to see you grinding on spider mans leg? oh my dad would hate you even more right now" the masked vigilante cleared his throat, his hand was still placed on your waist, not wanting to completely let go of you yet.

"I should.. get going." he murmured, before looking at you, not wendy. and behind the mask, you swore that for whatever reason he didn't want to leave.

"oh.. yeah uhm thank you, have I thanked you yet? whatever just.. thanks for everything." you stammered, scratching the back of your neck. with one final lingering squeeze on your waist, he pulled away. "any time." he then turned back to wendy. "can you tell your dad to stop trying to tase me?"

"nope." she furrowed her eyebrows.

"..worth a shot. take good care of your friend for me yeah?" he asked before leaving through the window, allowing the city to take him back. wendy's head sharply turned to look at you.

"what..?"

she blinked, once and twice and thrice. "you've got a lot of explaining to do." she grinned.

── .✦

"you just come back from patrolling?" suguru asked as his fingers moved quickly on his controller letting out a few curse words when his opponent did damage on him. "yeah.." satoru closed the window behind him, tugging off his mask letting his white locks spread out, making him look like a model. he threw it on his bed, making his was deeper into his apartment. "you can't just use my pc whenever you want to man." he grumbled as he watched suguru get a victory royale.

"hey, if im helping you out on your little 'hero' shit, I can play whenever the hell I want."

satoru undressed, pulling up some grey sweatpants, but staying shirtless. scars adorned his torso and chest. "guess who I ran into."

"uhh that crazy police guy that tried tasing you."

satoru shivered at the memory. "no thank god. it was y/n." suguru clicked off the game turning his full attention to his friend. "the chick you like?" the blue eyed boy nodded. "saved her from some drunk shit, took everything in me not to kill that bastard after seeing her cry."

"what happened then?"

"took her back to her dorm.. met her roommate as well. turns out she's the daughter of the head of the police department. anyways, y/n looks horrible.. like there's something going on with her."

"yeah its you. you stole away her spot of top student." suguru reminded him. "I didn't mean to!" satoru defended himself.

"her friend for sure is going to spread around the fact that she saw y/n with spiderman. talk to her about it." satoru thought about it. if he asked you if everything was okay with you after last night, maybe you'll start talking to him again.

one thing about wendy is that she can't keep anything to herself. suguru was right, your encounter with spiderman spread like wildfire. like full blown social media wildfire. your name was brought up in multiple group chats, tweets, even those dumb confession accounts on instagram.

"SPIDERMANS GOT A GIRLFRIEND LMFAOOO"

"yall hear y/n slept with spiderman?"

"what do they call baby spiders?"

you were speeding past everyone, heart racing like you were in a heist movie making your way to your next class before you were stopped. "hey.." the familiar voice cut through the air. satoru. "heard what happened last night.. everything okay?" he asked, noticing how thin your wrists were.

was this another one of his acts? "yeah.." you mumbled. "everything fine." you tried brushing it off but he wasn't having it. he raised an eyebrow before his hand placed right on your waist, the same spot spider mans hand was on. "talk to me. you ghosted me weeks ago.. did I say something or do something?"

dont act so innocent, you thought. of course he did something. "physics is just,, stressing me out I guess." which was partially true. his eyes travelled down your face, looking at your lips before his tongue darted out to lick his. "let me help you then."

despite the hatred you held for your rival, you missed him. sure you only talked a few times, but you missed talking to him, his dumb jokes and his dorky smile. "..okay" you agreed. "maybe later this week." and for the first time in what felt like forever, your chest felt light.

── .✦

your classes were finally over. with your bag placed over your shoulder, you made your way outside after deciding to pick up some sweet treats for both you and wendy, who you were still kind of annoyed at for spreading around your encounter with spiderman. you reached the warm welcoming bakery, picking out whatever looked delicious, chocolate cover croissants, blueberry muffins, and a few cream puffs before making your way to check out. the second you stepped out, the rain decided to make an appearance. one that you weren't prepared for.

you clutched onto the bag full of treats.

"you again?" the voice came from above you. you looked up, moving your dripping wet hair to get a closer look. there he was, perched upside down from a streetlight. "..here to save me from the rain?" you asked half jokingly. he hummed, flipping down to land right in front of you. "of course baby. wouldn't want you to get sick.."

his arms wrapped around your waist before shooting a web straight up the roof of the bakery, pulling you both off the ground. you let out a little yelp holding onto both him and the pastry bag. seconds later you both were outside the window of your dorm, before he effortlessly opened it up placing you on your bed. your shirt rose up a little exposing your cute little spiderman boxers.

"is that me?" he asked tracing the waistband that had his heroine name in bold letters. your breath hitched. you completely forgot about those, or even buying them let alone wearing them today. both you and wendy went shopping a couple days back, going into the kids section and jokingly buying each a pair of spiderman undies.

'hey you should wear these to thank him.' she snorted

'eat shit.'

your hand shot out to push his away, chuckling nervously. "okay thats enough.." but he was faster, he grabbed your wrist forcing it to be on your mattress before his other gloved hand tugged up his mask enough to expose his mouth. his jawline was sharp, and those pink lips.. your eyes widened as you looked up at him. "ah.. spiderman?" he brought said hand up to his mouth, his teeth pulling off his glove before spitting it out somewhere else.

"nah.. let me see this." he pulled up your shirt, showing off your midriff, as well as pulling your pants down to your knees. "mm yeah thats me alright.." you felt your heart pounding in your ears. his tongue darted out to lick your stomach.

"spider-man..!" you gasped. he looked up at you, wanting to savor this moment. as if he wanted to memorize this exact version of you.

"never thought I'd be someones fashion statement." he moaned as he saw the wet patch starting to form. his thumb placed itself right on it. "this alright..?" he wanted you bad, but he also wanted you to be okay with this. you nodded looking up at him with a look that just drove him crazy.

his rubbing continued before he pulled away pulling down just the lower half of his suit. "its hard as hell to hide my dick in this shit." he grumbled.

oh.

oh.

he was huge. like really, really big and heavy, it couldn't even stand up correctly. he fisted his cock a few times, watching his pre- cum ooze out before placing it right on your clothed cunt. you wrapped your legs around his torso, bringing him closer in. "thats it." he groaned slowly rocking into you. your body shook with every hump of his hips, the wet patch in your spidey briefs grew bigger. his hands traveled throughout your body, hot and rough as two fingers found their way into your mouth, forcing you to lick them. "good girl, get them nice and wet for me baby."

his voice was low and dripping with arousal. he brought his head closer to your face. you whimpered softly as your hands tugged at his suit, your legs that were still wrapped around him trembled. "wearing these and you expect me not to ruin you?" he moaned as he dipped a finger into the pouch that every boxer had, feeling how much you wanted him. the two fingers that were toying with your tongue left with a loud pop before his lips found yours in a sweet but messy kiss.

just before he could release his hot seed onto you, there was a knock at the door.

"y/nnnn! let me in I forgot my keys!" damn wendy. spiderman sighed pecking your lips one more time before he pulled back, sliding down his mask. he reached for the glove he threw away as well as his lower part of his suit. "ill be taking these as well.." he murmured ripping off your briefs, which had you cringing at the sound, exposing your cunt to the cold air. "ill see you around okay, darling? thank you for this, such an angel."

and with that he left. leaving you with no release and nothing covering your lower half.

"y/n!" wendy knocked again.

"coming!"

oh you wish you were.

ending note . hope you all enjoyed chapter 1 !!

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

plane to paris

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k (including lyrics)

Warnings: angst, plane crash

Summary: Something tells you not to get on the plane, but all you want to do is go home and be with your boyfriend. The need to be in his arms is enough to ignore the glaring feeling in your chest. One that tells you not to get on the plane.

Square Filled: flooding for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: this is based on the song plane to paris by Nessa Barrett

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Shouldn't think it or say it out loud What would happen if this plane to Paris went down? You'd be the first call I made to the ground What would happen if they told us today? Armageddon was minutes away I'd cry for you, would you do the same?

All you want to do is go home and sleep for the next few days. You must have caught a bug in Paris because you’re not feeling too well. Due to that, you’ve already extended your trip a few days than you planned to. Your mom and sister have been living in Paris for nearly a decade, and you visited them for two weeks.

You’re not closer to feeling better. Your mom wanted you to stay with them until you got better, but you miss your sweet boyfriend. He makes you feel better just by being in the same room as you, so you’re a bit eager to get home.

You’re sitting at your scheduled gate, waiting for the doors to open. You’re in first class, so you’ll be one of the first ones called. You down a small shot of cough syrup and chase it down with water. The gate agent steps up to the desk and starts to call forth the disabled, families with very small children, and military people.

“We’re now boarding first class,” she announces.

You stuff the cough syrup into your bag and get up. You take one step but stop because there is a heavy weight on your chest. A weight that has a clear message. Don’t get on the plane. You take another step closer to the doors, but your legs feel like cement pillars. Don’t get on the plane. You hand the gate agent your ticket, and she scans it with a smile.

“Have a nice flight,” she says.

Don’t get on the plane. You smile tightly and push yourself to walk across the bridge to the plane. You’re just being paranoid. It’s your sickness. Everything is fine. You put your bag in the overhead bin before taking your seat. Get off the plane. People pass by you to get to their seats, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. You just need sleep. You’ll be fine.

“Can I get you anything to drink before we take off?”

The aisles in first class are a bit bigger than the rest of the plane, so the flight attendant is able to stand next to your row while others pass by her.

Get off the plane. “Water is fine. Thank you.”

She leaves to take down more orders while you sit there in wonder. Get off the plane. Why? Why? What’s going to happen? Before you know it, everyone has boarded the full flight, and you try to relax in your seat. The flight attendant closes the door to the plane, sealing off any chance you have to get off the plane.

You should have gotten off the plane. You take out your phone and send a quick text to Spencer. Taking off now. Should be home soon. I’ll see you soon, my love. You put your phone on airplane mode as soon as the message goes through and lean back in your seat.

Everything is going to be fine. You’re just being paranoid. The plane is ready for takeoff, and everything is going as scheduled. Still, the unbearable weight on your chest continues to tell you that you should have gotten off the plane when you had a chance.

Now I know that nothing's promised Ridin' on a doomsday comet And all I can think of is you

Something doesn’t feel right. You don’t know what it is, but your internal moral compass is going off. 

The person next to you is calmly watching one of the movies on the screen in front of him. The person next to him at the window is reading a book. The girl across the aisle is busy playing a game on her phone. The other two next to her are deep in conversation. You look behind you to see everyone wrapped up in their own little world.

Everything looks fine, but something is wrong. You turn back around and down the rest of your water. Maybe it’s the sickness. You feel a bit light-headed. The cough syrup must have been the drowsy kind. It’s okay. Spencer is going to pick you up at the airport when you land, so you don’t have to worry about driving.

You’re about to try and catch some sleep when you notice someone passing you by. Aman walks down the aisle to where the cock pit, the bathrooms, and the flight attendant’s areas are. Something about that man has the hair on the back of your neck standing up. Maybe he’s going to the bathroom.

He mumbles something to the flight attendant, who immediately opens the door to the cockpit. Weird. This man didn’t look like the pilot. He steps inside and takes something out from his pocket. Right before the door closes, you see the glint of a gun in his hand. He aims it at the pilot's head and orders him to do something. The door closes, so you’re not sure what happens next.

Your first thought is of Spencer and what he might have done to talk the gunman down. You’re not a profiler. You’re not even in law enforcement. You’re a high school teacher. What makes you qualified to talk a gunman down? You’re thirty-thousand feet in the air. No one knows what’s happening up here.

Man, you really shouldn’t have gotten on the plane.

If you were with me in the exit row Wouldn't be quite so scared to go While the pilot prays and the engine blows Down we go

By now, the entire plane knows it’s being hijacked. Along with the gunman, there are three others that have bought seats. They roam the aisles to make sure everyone is behaving. Some children cry while their parents try to keep them calm. Mothers are protecting their children. Men are protecting their women. Even the ones who are traveling alone have found comfort in their neighbor.

You? Well, all you can think about is Spencer. What was the last thing you said to him in person? You can’t remember. Maybe if he were here with you, you wouldn’t be so scared. Maybe if he were here with you, you might make it out of this alive.

One of the gunmen walks past you, and you immediately take out your phone. You turn it off airplane mode so you can get a message to Spencer. Who knows if it will even go through? You’re probably over the oceanwhich doesn’t have cell towers. Still, you send the message with shaking hands.

Plane is being hijacked. Four gunmen. I’m scared. Please know that I love you and always will. It’s not fair to tell Spencer how scared you are because he is going to obsess over your last words. It’ll haunt him. He will know you’re scared. Still, you typed it because it’s the truth. The text doesn’t go through, but you know it’ll reach him eventually.

You slip your phone back into your pocket when the gunman walks by you. Suddenly, the plane is jerked to the side so hard that the overhead bins open. You look out one of the windows and see fire. One of the engines has blown.

Panic ensues. The plane is quite literally falling out of the sky, and there is nothing no one can do about it. Oxygen masks fall from the ceilings, and the gunmen scour the plane for parachutes they most likely stashed there themselves.

You’re not sure if you believe in a God, but you do what any other person does in a moment of true crisis: you pray. Pray that Spencer will be able to move on and live his life without you in it.

Mon amour, je suis tellement désolée Merci de me faire sentir aimée Je sais que j'ai besoin de toi Je t'aime pour toujours Je promets que ce n'est pas un au revoir Ladies and gentlemen This is your captain speaking You may want to make some phone calls at this time And get your affairs in order

Spencer has been feeling anxious all day today. It’s the day you come home after being gone for over two weeks. Not even that, but he might not be able to pick you up from the airport after all. Reports of a hijacked plane come through the channels, and Hotch needs everyone on this immediately.

Apparently, four men hijacked a commercial flight from Paris to New York. Why? He’s not sure. Is it about power? Do they want to maximize fear? Is there someone on the plane who is targeted? Is this just one attack, or are there more coming?

“Any news?”

“None. They haven’t even called in to Air Traffic Control for any kind of ransom or demands,” Penelope says.

Hotch turns on the news, which is covering the attack live. The plane is in the middle of the ocean, so there isn’t any live footage of it going down. However, that doesn’t mean there aren’t updates.

“I’ve just got word that Flight 2443 from Paris, France to New York, New York has suffered a blown engine. The plane is coming down hard with no chance of stopping. Police officials are working with the Coast  Guard to send out as many ships as they can before the plane can hit the water.”

Wait. Spencer’s eyes bug out of his head when he hears the flight number.

“Wait, Flight 2443?”

“Yeah. It left Paris this morning at eight,” Penelope says.

Spencer takes out his phone and checks on the messages you’ve been sending him. One of which is your flight information. There it is. Flight 2443, leaving Paris at eight in the morning.

“That’s the flight Y/N’s supposed to be on. She said she was sick. I hope she didn’t get on.”

He dials you first, but you don’t answer. He doesn’t wait a single second and calls your mother instead.

“Spencer, how nice to hear from you,” she answers.

“Is Y/N with you?”

“No, I dropped her off at the airport this morning. What’s going on?”

“I think…”

Spencer can’t say it. He fears if he does, it’ll be true. His phone pings, and he sees it’s a message from you. His entire chest caves with relief; however, it’s short-lived. Plane is being hijacked. Four gunmen. I’m scared. Please know that I love you and always will. You’re on the plane.

“Y/N’s on the plane.”

You're all I need At the end of everything You're all I see With the seconds left to live It's true that I loved you to death As I call your name with my last breath While the sky caves in You're all I need At the end of everything

The impact when the plane hit the ocean was jarring. The entire plane was broken into two, so the back of the plane is now missing along with its occupants. When the pressure was gone from the doors, all four gunmen had fled with parachutes on their backs, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves.

Screams ring in your ears as people fight to save themselves or their loved ones. Salt water fills whatever is left of the plane quickly. If you don’t get out of here, you’re going to drown. You sent your message to Spencer. He knows how much you love him. Half of what crashes into the ocean is never found. Will you be found? Will anyone?

You tug at your seatbelt, but it’s stuck. The water has either clogged the mechanics or frozen them. The girl who was next to you playing on her phone is now dead. Her neck was snapped upon impact. Who will get justice for these people?

You look to your left and are shocked when you see Spencer sitting there. The water is now up to your chin. You’re gonna die, but at least you have him sitting next to you. Even if it is all in your head. You take your final breath as you sink further into the ocean. It doesn’t take long for black spots to cover your vision.

Spencer looks as handsome as ever, unaffected by the water. You reach out and grab his hand just as your entire world goes dark.

x

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(thank you so much for this prompt! I had a lot of fun turning it into a silly little AU 😆)

Special Tour (of My Heart)

(M, 3k, read below or on AO3)

Henry hadn’t even wanted to come. They could have gone to Paris, or Barcelona, or Florence, or Prague, or Vienna, or Athens. But it had been Bea’s turn to choose the destination for their annual summer holiday trip, and she wanted to visit a very close online friend that she’d met in a support group. That person lived in Washington, DC. Henry supposes he should be grateful it wasn’t somewhere like Kansas.

To be fair, it hasn’t been as bad as he feared. He’d scoffed at the idea that American museums could compare to European ones, but he had to admit, they’d been to some very nice ones. The Native American museum in particular had been a highlight. He hadn’t been that enthused about visiting the White House, no more than he cared to tour Buckingham Palace, but Bea’s friend had planned an entire itinerary, so here they were.

Specifically, here Henry was, faced with one of the most beautiful men he’d ever encountered in his life.

He’d say it’s made the tour more interesting, except he’s not sure he’s really taken in much of what the guide—Alex—has been saying, distracted as he is by big brown eyes framed with obscenely long lashes, a perfectly cut jawline, a chin dimple, and those forearms. Even his voice is deeply sexy, which is not helping Henry’s predicament. That being, arguing with himself about whether it’s completely mad to ask out your tour guide when you’re a tourist and leaving in two days.

Normally, he’d just appreciate from a distance and go about his life, perhaps write some rueful poetry about missed chances. But Alex keeps looking at him, and not in the way his eyes skip across the other tour group members as he talks. He looks at Henry with intention, with the kind of heated gaze that would usually lead to a very enjoyable night if someone fixed him with it in a club. Not that Henry goes to clubs much anymore. The music is always too loud and he is not a dancer, and after sowing no shortage of wild oats in uni, he’d kind of gotten tired of one night stands as a rule.

He’d be willing to make an exception for Alex.

The tour is over far too soon. They finish in the State Dining Room, then Alex is leading into a grand entrance hall on the north side of the building and thanking them for visiting. He invites anyone to stick around if they have more questions, and the way he stares directly at Henry when he says it has Henry rooted to the spot.

“You two go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later,” Henry says to Bea without looking away from where Alex is now talking with some other visitors.

“Henry,” Bea sighs with a chastising note in her voice. “The tour guide? Really?”

Henry sticks his nose in the air. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just have a question.”

“Right. Well, text me when you have your questions answered.”

Unfortunately there are some visitors with actual questions. A family from Topeka has a seemingly endless supply, which Alex, to his credit, answers patiently. The entire time, his eyes keep flicking over to Henry like he’s afraid Henry might leave before they can speak. Not that Henry has any bloody clue what he’s going to say. He wonders if he should make up a question, just so he actually has some reason for sticking around. Can’t seem to come up with anything that’s not just can I have your number?

Finally, the last person files out, and Alex hurries over to Henry’s side. Then, unexpectedly, he takes hold of Henry’s elbow with a low, “Come with me,” said under his breath, and walks him determinedly back through the corridor. Pausing at a door, Alex looks around to make sure they’re alone, then pushes Henry through it.

They’re back in the Red Room. It’s strangely silent now, just the two of them among the ornate furnishings. Alexander Hamilton stares down at them judgementally from his portrait, as if he knows they’re up to something untoward.

“Wha—” Henry starts, but he doesn’t get far because Alex shoves him back against the table in front of Hamilton’s portrait and crowds up close, until their noses are only centimetres apart.

“How dare you stand there the whole tour, being incredibly fucking distracting with your eyes and your lips and your fucking cheekbones, and give me those fucking looks,” Alex practically growls.

“What looks?” Henry tries weakly, not completely certain he’s not about to be punched.

“Fuck, your voice, too,” Alex groans, the muscle in his jaw clenching as he closes his eyes and exhales heavily, and Henry comes to the strange realisation that although he’s just spent forty-five minutes listening to Alex talk, he’s said a grand total of three words. Two and half, really. Not that it seems to matter. Alex huffs, “You know what looks. Like you wanted to fucking devour me.” He meets Henry’s eyes steadily. “Am I wrong?”

This time, Henry can’t find his voice at all. He shakes his head, and Alex doesn’t waste any more time before kissing him soundly.

It’d be easy to say he’s never been kissed like this—by a man he’s barely spoken to, pushed against a portrait in the bloody White House—but that’s not even the most remarkable part. Because Alex kisses him with a confidence that’s dizzying, like he already knows exactly how Henry likes to be kissed, like they’ve kissed a hundred times before and he’s staking a claim on Henry’s mouth for the next hundred as well. He teases Henry’s lips open with a slide of his tongue and tests the cut of his teeth against the fullness of them, then bites down harder when Henry whimpers in response. And for a moment Henry loses himself in it, gets his hands in Alex’s curls, hooks a leg around Alex’s thigh and pulls him even closer, grinding their hips together.

Then his head thunks back against a heavy gilt frame, and he abruptly remembers where they are.

“Shouldn’t we—” Henry starts, only to be cut off by Alex’s mouth on his. He tries again. “What if someone comes in—”

“We’ve got twenty minutes until the next tour gets here,” Alex pants into his mouth. “So unless you’ve got somewhere to be…”

His hands tighten where they’re clenched around Henry’s waist and on top of his thigh and he leans in again, like he already knows the answer to that question. But Henry decides that if they’ve got twenty minutes, then he does have somewhere to be, so he shoves Alex backward and ignores his yelp of protest as Henry flips their positions, pushing Alex against the table as he drops to his knees.

“Fuuuck,” Alex groans as Henry tugs his trousers open. “Are you actually gonna…”

He trails off, but he doesn’t make any moves to halt the proceedings.

“I am,” Henry confirms. He slides a palm over Alex’s cock, straining against his boxers, and watches as Alex’s eyelids flutter as he presses his thumb just under the head of it. “Unless there are any objections…?”

Alex’s eyes snap open and he licks his lips. “Nope, none. Please, uhh, continue.”

Right, then. No time to waste.

Alex’s cock is just as pretty as the rest of him, long and curving and leaking at the tip, and Henry mourns the fact he won’t be able to take the time he wants with this. That he won’t be able to take Alex apart piece by piece, to draw whimpering moans from his throat and leave him writhing in desperation, to make him yell until he’s just as hoarse as Henry will be after this. Still, there’s something incredible about this moment—here, in this place, on his knees for an American boy he’s just met. The ghosts of the American founding fathers must surely be conflicted, if any were around to witness.

Henry shoves the thought out of his head and focuses instead on the heavy weight of Alex’s cock on his tongue and the ache in his jaw. On the slide of smooth skin under his palm as he works the base of the shaft, and on the musky scent that fills his nose and the little bursts of salt that trickle out onto his tongue. Above him, Alex is breathing heavily and making little bitten off sounds every time Henry swirls his tongue just so. Clearly, he’s trying to stay quiet, and Henry doesn’t want them to get found out, but he also can’t quite help but try to make Alex unravel a little further.

Also, the clock is ticking. Quite literally. There’s an ornate one on the table next to Alex’s hips and nearly at Henry’s eye level, helpfully marking time until the spell they find themselves under crumbles apart. And that’s assuming Alex’s ‘twenty minutes’ was accurate. Henry pushes a little harder, hollowing his cheeks and taking Alex deeper, and is rewarded with a hand in his hair as Alex’s hips hitch forward minutely.

“You are—ah—way too good at that sweetheart, fuck,” Alex murmurs, keeping his voice low. One of his thumbs presses to the corner of Henry’s mouth, brushing over the mole there as saliva dribbles unchecked down Henry’s chin. “So fucking pretty down there for me.”

Desire curls almost painfully in Henry’s gut at the words, his own cock throbbing where it’s trapped in his trousers. It’s so tempting to reach down and give himself some kind of relief, but he abstains. Partly because he doesn’t want to risk any telltale spots on his clothes, and partly because the delicious ache of it—in combination with that of his jaw and the pressure of Alex’s hand in his hair—is making him almost lightheaded.

“Fuck,” Alex whimpers softly again, “fucking— fuck. Holy shit, I’m gonna—” His grip tightens in Henry’s hair and he tugs, just the right side of painful, but Henry takes him down to the root and swallows. Then Alex moans a broken “baby,” and Henry doesn’t have the time to process what that does to him before he feels sudden heat and bitterness filling his throat. He keeps working, swallowing, until Alex lets out a hiccupping laugh and all but collapses back against the table like all his strings have been cut.

He laughs again, a little helplessly, as Henry licks him clean and tucks him away again. “This didn’t just fucking happen,” he says. “I’m fucking dreaming.”

“I hope it was a good one,” Henry rasps, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

His voice is a wreck; he’s never going to hear the end of this from Bea. He lets Alex tug him back to his feet and into another kiss, tongue sweeping into Henry’s mouth like he wants to taste himself there.

“Best one I ever had,” Alex murmurs against his lips. Christ, it’d be so easy to get lost in this. Alex’s hand presses against his lower back, urging Henry’s hips against the crease of his thigh, and Henry shudders at the pressure.

Then they both freeze. Voices, in the next room over. Another tour. They spring apart, and Henry’s still shoving at himself, trying to make his erection less noticeable, when the door between the Blue and Red Rooms swings open.

“Oh,” the other tour guide says, an older woman with her grey hair pulled into a bun, as she looks between the two of them. Henry cannot imagine what’s going through her head right now. “Alex. What are you still doing in here?”

“I—” Alex starts, but Henry must have sucked his brain out through his cock, because his voice fails and he just looks at Henry blankly.

“My sister lost an earring, and I told her I’d go look for it,” Henry lies. “Alex volunteered to help me.”

The other guide’s eyes narrow. “That was good of him. Did you find it?”

“Ah,” Henry says, well aware that his cheeks are far too flushed. “No. Unfortunately not.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for it,” Alex says, having apparently recovered some of his faculties. “You should give me your number, uh—”

Christ, he doesn’t even know Henry’s name. “Henry.”

Alex doesn’t look the least bit abashed by this fact. “Right, Henry. So I can text you if I find it.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Alex offers. He nods at the other guide, who’s still looking at them suspiciously, and the collection of tourists behind her. “Have a good rest of your tour.”

They don’t speak until they get back to the north entrance. Alex follows him outside and stops on the steps under the north portico, then turns to Henry and holds out his hand palm up. It takes Henry a moment to realise Alex is asking for his phone.

“Oh,” Henry says as he fumbles for it in his pocket, “you were being serious about the number.”

Alex scoffs and looks at him like he’s crazy. “Of course I was fucking serious.” He takes the phone from Henry and sends himself a text. When he’s done, he holds it out again, though he doesn’t let go when Henry’s hand covers his to take it. “I’ve got a few more tours to do today, but I’d like to see you later, if you’re not busy.”

Technically, Henry has plans to go to a show with Bea and her friend. Plans that he will be entirely abandoning. He rubs his thumb along the side of Alex’s hand and watches as Alex takes a deep breath. “And what exactly does ‘see’ entail in this case?”

“Actually, I want to get you in my bed and do some very bad things to you, but I was trying to be polite. Since we’re in public.”

Henry swallows. “Ah. Well then. I’m free.”

“Yeah?” Alex says, smiling like he’s won the lottery. “We could do dinner first,” he adds, almost shyly. “If you’re interested.”

Henry can’t help it—he pulls Alex into a brief kiss right there on the White House steps, heart fluttering as Alex smiles into it. “I’m interested.”

~~~~~

Alex pads back into the bedroom juggling two glasses of water and a tupperware container, which rattles when he drops it onto the bed. After he deposits the water on the bedside table, he climbs in after it, settling with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out next to where Henry is still sprawled on his stomach and feeling utterly fucked out. Henry watches through cracked eyelids as Alex peels open the lid and extracts two dark brown, round circles, which turn out to be some sort of chocolatey biscuit.

“Here,” Alex says, holding one out. When Henry doesn’t immediately take it, he wiggles it a little in front of Henry’s nose. “Homemade.”

Henry can barely move, but the smell of chocolate is a seductive one. He manages to prop himself up on his elbows and takes the biscuit, which turns out to be delicious. “You made these?” he asks Alex through a full mouth. Alex nods, looking pleased. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Carry a tune?” Alex offers.

“Hm,” Henry hums. He shifts a little closer, so he’s pressed up against Alex’s leg, and presses a kiss to his hip. “Still not convinced you’re real.”

To be fair, the last two days have passed in something of a haze. Henry has barely left Alex’s bed, much less his apartment. Bea, as it turned out, had been perfectly happy to spend time with her friend without her little brother hanging around, and Henry has been perfectly happy to immerse himself in all things Alex. He knows much more about Alex now—that he’s a law student, that he wanted to be the President when he was growing up, that he works at the White House during the summer holidays, that he’s sweet and funny and smart and passionate, and everything Henry could ever want in a man.

“Can I confess something?” Alex asks as they each crunch into another biscuit.

“Of course,” Henry agrees, perhaps too easily. He can’t help it. He wants to know everything about Alex.

Alex swallows and looks down, his eyelashes fanning across his cheekbones. “I don’t want you to leave.”

It’s so vulnerable and honest it makes Henry’s heart ache. “I know, love,” he sighs, because he does know. It’s impossible not to with the way Alex looks at him. And it’s only been two days, but this feels… significant. Like the kind of thing that he can’t—that he shouldn’t—just walk away from. Henry looks up into his big brown eyes and hears himself say, “What if I didn’t?”

Alex frowns. “What?”

“I’m on summer holiday from my graduate program for another month and a half. I could just… stay, until then.”

Even as he says it, he knows it’s true. What does he have back home? His empty flat. His deserted office on campus. Sure, he’d miss Pez and Bea, but it’s only a month and a half, and Pez could come here. The only real question is whether Alex would actually want him here.

“Are you being serious right now?” Alex asks, his voice creeping higher.

Henry rolls onto his side and looks up at him, holding Alex’s gaze steady in his. “I am if you are. Would you actually want me to stay here?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious,” Alex says with a huff of incredulous laughter.

“Here, here,” Henry clarifies, gesturing around Alex’s place. “I can’t afford to get my own flat in DC. Though I could help with rent.”

“Fuck the rent. And if you think I’m letting you leave this bed, you’re crazy.”

Henry can’t help the too-large smile that takes over his face, though he tries. “We will probably need to leave the bed occasionally,” he says, with as much mock seriousness as he can muster.

“I guess,” Alex says with a theatrical eye roll.

“Where’s my phone?” Henry asks rhetorically, casting a look about the room for his trousers. When he finds them, he pulls it out to find a decent number of unanswered texts from Bea, and several from Pez. Whoops.

“What are you doing?” Alex asks.

“Telling my sister about my change in plans and cancelling my flight,” Henry tells him. First, though, he pauses and lowers himself back down on the bed next to Alex, reaching out and lacing their fingers together. “If you’re sure.”

Alex squeezes his hand, then slides his other behind Henry’s neck and pulls him into a soft, lingering kiss. “I’m sure,” he murmurs when they part. “A thousand percent.”

[cabintenangel]

filling in the blanks as we go

jason grace x roman!reader ♡

author’s notes ౨ৎ part two of this jason fic! i also posted this last year and after this part it’ll all be new writing 😋 enjoy

disclaimers ౨ৎ nothing really, a bit of swearing and pop culture references LOL :)

You liked to think of your life as pretty normal.

Training sessions, mythology studies, war games, the usual. In your free time, you would hang out with your friends, visit New Rome, read books, listen to music, and occasionally sneak out to the mortal world.

But the praetor pretending to be your boyfriend? That was new.

Walking out of Cyclops Books, you thought about what to do next. You’d just finished baking the cupcakes with Tyson, and he’d let you take the extras home. You were planning to share them with Piper and relay the recent events, since who was better to tell than the daughter of love?

Just then, you saw your SPQR tattoo emanate a dark purple glow – the sign to return to barracks immediately.

A few months ago, the Council had proposed that all probatio and those of higher ranking have some way to be alerted if there was an emergency. In response, the praetors had worked with the children of Vulcan to design a little chip that would be placed underneath one’s forearm skin. It was connected to a special device that could activate a color change to the Camp Jupiter purple when needed. Probatio didn’t have tattoos yet, so they got the smallest (and least painful) chips, while other rankings received slightly larger ones so all their SPQR markings lit up. It was nasty to get them inserted, but if anyone complained, Reyna would list off a variety of unpleasant situations where they might be killed if they didn’t have the system. If anyone chose to ignore the alert, they were guaranteed to drop a rank.

You hurried back to the New Rome entrance and exit area. Upon seeing your glowing tattoo, Terminus (surprisingly) made no judgemental comments and ushered you out of the city. At least, you thought he did. It was hard to tell, since he had no arms.

As you headed inside the official campgrounds, you spotted a circle of worried-looking demigods waiting near the barracks. The two praetors as well as Hazel, Frank, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and another boy you didn’t know were at the front, urgently discussing something in hushed tones. You suddenly realized that this probably had to do with the reason Jason had abruptly left Cyclops Books – something about needing to help out a soldier?

Piper, Leo, and Nico were all gathered near their friends, but the two groups weren’t speaking. Piper had her arms crossed and was talking to Leo as he nodded along.

You rushed to them, out of breath. “Hey. Do you guys know what’s going on?”

Leo shook his head. “No. We tried asking them about it, but they said they’d tell us soon enough. We didn’t push it any further, since they seemed really stressed. Honestly, considering the last time this alert was triggered, it’s probably nothing too serious. Gods, that was embarrassing. People can’t even enjoy Sabrina anymore, man.”

(Last time, Frank had caught Leo at a party dancing shirtless on top of a table while Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter played. The big guy panicked and sent out a signal to the entire camp. After that incident, Reyna banned him from using the device any more.)

Piper looked at you and grinned mischievously. “Speaking of Jason, he’s been glancing at you a lot since you arrived. Anything you want to tell me?” You almost choked on air.

Nico sighs. “Just because a person looks at another person doesn’t mean there’s something between them, Piper. We’re not all like you and Shel who give each other heart eyes when you’re not sitting together at the campfire.”

“Can’t a girl admire her beautiful and perfect girlfriend? Anyway, stop pretending you and Solace weren’t staring at each other like forbidden lovers last night just because you were on different Monopoly teams–”

“That’s different!”

“Oh, are you being sexist right now? You clearly haven’t unlearned the ways of the 1930s–”

“Attention!” Reyna’s firm voice silenced everyone in the area. “We have assembled here today due to a missing young soldier from the Fifth Cohort. We have good reason to believe she is in the woods just beyond the Field of Mars. With the help of Jake Mason, a son of Hephaestus from Camp Half-Blood–” She gestured to the boy that had been talking to their group earlier. “–we plan to send two soldiers as scouts.”

Whispers broke out among the demigods when Reyna said the last bit. They didn’t last long, however; Aurum and Argentum barked furiously, which was enough to make people listen.

The praetor continued. “Recently, we’ve discovered that more than one individual may have an empathy link as long as a satyr is involved, so we plan to set up one between the two soldiers and Grover Underwood here in case any danger is encountered on the way. Jake has found an old device that scans brain similarities: thought process, frequent emotions, cognitive functions, and so on. We will select the individuals with the most alike minds so the empathy link takes up the least energy. Please gather in a line for this assessment.”

You and your fellow campers (plus Reyna’s group) quickly did as she said, and Jake came around. The machine was pretty simple – it looked a little like those no-touch forehead thermometers a doctor in the mortal world would use. The purpose was entirely different, though, as with any demigod contraption. Everyone was a little restless until the son of Hephaestus tested himself and announced the results.

He cleared his throat before saying, “The two soldiers are–” He pointed at you. “Uh, what’s your name? Sorry.”

Stunned, you told him.

He nodded. “Ok. You and Praetor Grace will go to the woods together.”

You didn’t dare look at Piper.

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” asked Nico, his voice full of concern.

You gave him a small smile. “Yes. You really didn’t have to pack for me, you know. I could have done it myself.” The empathy links had been set up and you were just about to leave.

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m aware. You’re very independent. Just let me do this one thing. For all we know, this trip is a death wish.”

“Very motivating, Nico,” Piper said dryly. “No but seriously, stay safe out there. And don’t have too much fun with Jason. You are on a professional mission, after all.” She winked.

Now you rolled your eyes. “Pipes, you need to let that go.”

You caught a whiff of something that smelled like… clean laundry? Turning around, you found yourself looking at a certain blonde boy, except this time he was wearing a dark blue New Rome University hoodie and a silver dog tag necklace on top, paired with baggy gray cargo pants.

He really had to stop sneaking up on you like that.

“Um, hi. You ready to go?” Jason’s voice was a little rough, like he’d been talking for a while and was now tired.

You nodded and waved to your friends. “Bye, guys.”

For the first ten minutes or so, it was painfully awkward. As you two walked to the woods, the only sound was chatting from the barracks and the crunchy gravel underneath your feet. When you reached your destination, nothing much changed apart from instead hearing the crickets sing and the leaves rustle. You were also half-expecting a monster to pop out of nowhere – there was a reason people avoided this grove.

Venus was probably having the time of her life watching.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

You looked at Jason, startled.

“It was kind of a dick move to just throw that whole boyfriend thing on you. I wasn’t thinking, and now we’ve got to commit to this act, and now you’ve got to lie to your friend, and go on a whole fake date with me, and it’s really all my fault, sorry. If you’re mad, that’s totally fine–”

“You know, you really talk too much.” You were surprised that your voice came out so calmly, considering that you were kind of freaking out. “Yes, you did not make the smartest move there. But that’s okay. Just because you’re a praetor doesn’t mean you can’t fuck up sometimes. Besides, we don’t really have a way out of this.”

For a few seconds, there was no response.

Until Jason chuckled, deep and gravelly. “Wow. That was probably the most honest yet most comforting thing I’ve ever been told.”

“You’re welcome. So how are you thinking we execute this whole… situation? The date shouldn’t be too bad, but I’m mostly worried about how we’ll have to make it public to the camp. Tyson and Percy are half-brothers, and you know how Percy is–”

“He loves gossip. I’m guessing both camps will find out within a day if he knows.” Jason smiled. “I propose we reveal it in a subtle way, so people take a while to piece together that we’re, you know, quote unquote dating.”

You looked at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Are you cold?”

“No?” Jason frowned. He smirked and added, “Quite the opposite, actually.”

Raising an eyebrow, you replied, “Okay, Mason.” (He flushed.) “Give me your hoodie. I’ll probably get a load of it from Piper when we get back, but I think it’ll help our plan work.”

The boy did as you said and handed the hoodie over. You put it on, not expecting it to be so comfy. Jason was wearing a shirt underneath that read “I ♡ SABRINA SLUTS” which very much did not hug his biceps a little too tightly. You guessed the clothing choice was courtesy of Leo.

You were about to compliment it when you heard a faint sobbing echo through the woods.

The praetor looked at you. “Think that’s our soldier?”

You both jogged towards where the sound came from. Sitting against the trunk of a willow tree, you saw a dark-haired girl that looked about 10 years old. Her denim shorts had dark splotches from where her tears had fallen. Upon hearing you approach, she quickly wiped her face.

Jason knelt down next to her and gently took her hand. “Hi.”

You copied his actions, taking her other hand. Softly, you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Gracie.”

Jason smiled. “That’s a very pretty name. You wanna tell us what’s going on?”

The girl put her head in her hands and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I was just thinking about how much I miss my mortal home and how scared I am now. It feels like there’s danger everywhere and I can never feel safe. I wish I was back at school like a normal kid, but instead I’m preparing for battles and having wolf ladies train me. I started feeling really bad so I came here, hoping it would help. I’m sorry, it’s really stupid and probably caused a fuss if you both had to come find me–”

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t say that. It’s okay to feel that way. There are so, so many demigods who have thought the same things as you. Even I did, and I’m the praetor.” Gracie laughed a little at the last bit Jason said.

“Exactly,” you agreed. “You are being so brave right now. Just telling two people you haven’t ever talked to before about how you’re feeling takes courage.”

“You really think so?” Her voice was small.

“We know so.” Jason squeezed her hand. “Now, do you want to sit down here for a little longer, and we’ll tell camp you’re okay? We can stay with you.”

Gracie shook her head and declared, “I’m ready to go back now.”

“Okay.” He grinned. “Wait. I know what to do.”

Jason picked her up, bridal-style, and the girl squealed. Looking at him, with his slightly messy hair and huge smile, you felt closer somehow. Perhaps it was the empathy link, but it was like you were seeing a side of him that not many people knew. You were seeing Jason Grace, the boy who loses his glasses and thinks he’s being a burden (even though he isn’t) rather than Jason Grace, the praetor who fought the Titan Krios.

You liked this look better on him.

“Hello? Are you there?” Jason was staring at you intently, which made your cheeks grow warm. You hadn’t realized the two expected a response.

“Sorry, what?” You started walking back to camp, and they followed.

“Gracie here was just telling me that key lime pie is her comfort food, so I asked you if you’d like to bake it with us.”

“Oh, I love key lime pie! Sure.”

He beamed at you. Gracie continued her conversation, and you listened to her talk about the time she almost burned down her house a few years ago trying to make it. It was a peaceful walk, and you felt like you were with old friends.

Maybe, you thought, you could get used to Jason Grace.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

So is it a planned diaz parents visit or has Eddie already called them and they know what’s going on and are on their way??

Because the implications and possible reactions of Helena and Ramon are different in each circumstance.

they either walk in on Eddie’s life imploding having come to offer support and help

or they walk in on it imploding and find themselves unexpectedly in the middle of everything

[steelycunt]

driving up 2 my uni city on friday n moving into my new uni room in my new house...cant wait 2 decorate it i have such a plan i have posters i am so so excited.... : ^ )

[chaotic-fluff3]

I want a BBC Merlin fanfic where Hunith visits Camelot as a surprise. Merlin doesn't know she's coming, only Gaius knows that she plans to visit. This is set in a time period where all the knights are alive (I'm looking at you Lancelot.) and Arthur is Prince, but running the Kingdom as Uther is unwell.

Hunith pulls up to Camelot and is walking towards the Castle through the citadel, burdened by her bags, when a cheerful voice rings out. "Do you need any help, miss?" It's one of the many Castle servants.

Hunith explains that she is heading to the Castle to visit her son who works there, the servant then offers to carry her bags.

"Oh I don't want to be a bother." Hunith replies

"It's no bother at all! Really, I was heading that way already." The servant insists and they both make their way to the castle, "What's your son's name by the way, I might know him if he works here."

"His name is Merlin." Hunith responds with a smile. The servant stops walking and looks at her. It's not only him that stops at this announcement.

"Y-you're Merlin's Mother?!?" A nearby servant who had been close enough to hear the conversation says in awe.

The courtyard that they're walking through gradually fills with hushed whispers as the news spreads. Everyone knows of Merlin. The Prince's manservant who had managed to not quit in the first week of serving him. Merlin, who changed the Prince from a spoiled brat into a good man whom the Kingdom was proud of and eagerly awaited the day he would be crowned King. Merlin, who had followed the Prince into battle time and time again to save Camelot.

I want a fanfiction where The Entire Of Camelot loves Merlin and is thankful for his role in making Arthur a good person. Where not only the Knights, but the Castle staff meet his mother and collectively decide that she is That Woman and treat her with Respect. Where they treat her like Royalty.

Ofc Gwaine loves her. That's his best friend's mom. Hunith looks at all the knights and adopts them on the Spot.

And Merlin is either really confused by this behavior or knows and just lets it happen.

Arthur has no idea what's going on or why but he treats her with reverence and love because that's his future Mother in Law and he's very much starved for parental affection which she gives him (and the knights) in spades.

But yes, I just want a fic of people meeting Hunith and being like "Thank you for giving birth to your son. I'd die for you both" and her being like "...please don't."

(Bonus if Leon meets her and is just like. "How did you survive being around that little shit (Merlin) for so long?" And she just laughs and gives him advice, which makes him cry because he's just so tired. #LetLeonRest2024 I will push this agenda till I die)

[steddiealltheway]

As soon as Steve hears the phone ring, he sighs.

Robin is away visiting her family in Kentucky for the holidays, and the only other person to ever call would be...

"Dustin," Steve says, his free hand coming up to rest on his hip, "why are you calling?"

There's a pause on the other line before Dustin whines, "How do you always know when it's me."

"Because your irritating energy bleeds through the phone."

Another pause. "You got that from Robin, didn't you?"

Yes. He did. Sue him for wanting to be witty and taking a few notes from Robin. "What do you want?"

"Okay, so..." Oh boy. "I've been meaning to talk to Suzie for a while now, and we made plans not to talk on Christmas because she would be with her family all day, and I knew my mom wouldn't want me to be away for too long so-"

"The point, Dustin."

Dustin mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like multiple curse words before continuing, "The point is that I'm taking Cerebro to that hill, but I'm going to need a ride."

Steve frowns, walking toward the nearest window until the phone cord is fully stretched so he can pull a curtain open. He winces a bit at the bright light. "Dustin, it's freezing out, and the hill will be covered in snow."

"You would've done the same for Nancy!"

Steve's eyebrows raise. "Not the best approach if you want a ride, dude."

"I'm not trying to approach the whole you and Nancy thing. I'm trying to make a point," Dustin emphasizes a little too loudly into the phone. "You would do anything if you were in love! Even sit out in the snow for a few hours just so you can talk to the person you love."

"Have you ever heard of the phone?"

"Have you heard the number of siblings she has that would jump at the opportunity to listen in on our call? Plus, Cerebro is our thing."

Steve really wishes Dustin were in front of him, so he could see the way his cheeks are flushing during this exact moment. "You just like using your Cebro thing because it makes it feel like your love is forbidden."

"I do not!"

"Alright, Romeo," Steve says with a laugh, "I'll give you a ride. If you promise to only be there for an hour."

"Not including the time it takes to get there, set it up, and leave."

Steve sighs and knocks the phone against his head for a second before reluctantly agreeing, "Yes, but you better be bundled up so much that you're sweating out there. I don't want to hear you complain." He also secretly worries about the kid getting frostbite or something, but he'd never admit to it.

"Fine I'll see you in an hour?"

"Yeah, I'll see you then," Steve says as Dustin hangs up. "A thank you would've been nice..."

He really hopes he doesn't regret this.

-:-:-:-:-:-

When Dustin climbs in the car, he's bundled from head to toe but still manages to laugh at Steve who is wearing the same amount of layers as him. "Look in the mirror," Steve comments dryly before driving off.

The drive there isn't too long, and although Steve saw Dustin a few days ago - after Claudia insisted he spend Christmas with them instead of home alone - he's kind of glad to hang out with Dustin again. It's not often he gets a lot of one-on-one time with the kid anymore.

Which is why Steve is particularly bitchy when he pulls up to the familar area below the hill and find a familar van there.

"Dustin..."

"I didn't think you would agree to take me here and stay! So, I asked Eddie to give me a ride back this morning-"

"This morning?"

"And he said he was already going to be in the area and wanted to briefly meet Suzie and my Cerebro, so he's here now! And if you want, you can just drop me off. Think of it as a late Christmas gift."

Steve shakes his head. "And leave you in Munson's capable hands only to find out you two froze to death? No thanks." He gets out of the car with thoughts of a mourning Claudia Henderson on his mind.

"We wouldn't freeze to death!" Dustin practically shouts as he climbs out.

At that same moment, Eddie exits from his van, wearing his usual attire, only with maybe an extra added layer - a leather jacket.

Steve turns to Dustin, raising his eyebrows and gesturing toward Munson. Dustin sighs before going to the trunk to dig out all the different Cerebro parts.

Before Steve can join him, Eddie approaches him with a big smile. "Steve Harrington. Looking awfully toasty."

Steve rolls his eyes in response before openning his car door and reaching toward the back, grabbing the spare pair of gloves and a hat that he keeps whenever Robin forgets the extra layers - which is often. He hands them to Eddie without a word then helps Dustin grab his things before heading to their snow covered destination.

Eddie only lasts a few minutes up the hill before he manages to push into Steve's space while Dustin hurries ahead of them. "So, you look happy to see me."

"Just peachy, Munson."

Eddie snorts. "I'm guessing Dustin didn't tell you I would be tagging along when you got here?"

"And I'm guessing Dustin didn't tell you I was planning on staying."

"Actually," Eddie says, nudging Steve's shoulder, "I told him you would jump at the opportunity to hang out with him, and there was no way you would drop him off to freeze to death."

Steve narrows his eyes as he looks at Eddie.

Eddie shifts things around in his arms to grab his shirt and jacket and lift them up enough to show off some of his scarred skin. "Our matching battle scars will forever bound us, Steve. I wonder if the bats gave us telepathic abilities," he says, way too cheery for Steve's liking.

"If it did, then I would teleport up to the top of the hill right now."

"Telepathic means the ability to read each other's minds. The word you're thinking of is 'teleportation.'" Eddie corrects him without judgement - something Steve's always found surprising.

"Oh. Then guess what I'm thinking about right now."

Eddie hums before leaning in to mumble in his ear. "You're thinking about getting a piece of this."

Steve laughs and shoves him away. He's glad it's cold out so he blame his blush on the cold. For some reason, he's still not entirely immune to Eddie's flirting. "Definitely not what I was thinking about."

"You are now," Eddie teases.

Steve swallows heavily, pressing down those thoughts and many... many.... images. "I think you're confusing my thoughts for your own thoughts."

"Tell me about it," Eddie sighs dramatically.

Steve is relieved when he sees they've reached the top of the hill. He's even more relieved when Dustin doesn't ask for his help to put Cerebro together, but Eddie is all too happy to help while calling Dustin a genius - in various annoying, dramatic ways.

It's not long before Dustin is awaiting Suzie's response while Eddie bounces on his feet. Steve's not sure if it's from excitement or being cold - probably both.

"Dusty bun?"

Dustin's face lights up in a way that is entirely too endearing for Steve's heart to handle. The jedi has learned the art of love from the master - or something like that. "Suzie poo! I'm here with Steve and Eddie for the next few moments. Eddie wants to say hello."

Steve frowns and raises his voice, "I want to say hello, too! Eddie just wants to be dramatic about it."

"Because I haven't had the pleasure of meeting the lady," Eddie argues before turning up the charm. "Suzie, it's a pleasure. I'm sure you've heard nothing but wonderful things about me just like I've heard nothing but wonderful things about you. Unlike Steve over here who you've probably never heard a good thing about."

"Hi, Eddie, it's nice to meet you," Suzie replies, giggling. "And hi Steve!"

"Hey, Suze. Don't let Eddie win you over with his charm just yet. It's bad for his ego."

"You think I'm charming?" Eddie asks, batting his eyelashes.

Steve makes a see? gesture before realizing Suzie can't see him.

"Alright," Dustin says, "Now they're going to leave us alone for the next hour."

"Hour? It's already been at least five minutes," Steve complains.

Eddie grabs him by the shoulders and steers him away. "Don't worry, Suzie! I'll make sure you get the fulll hour!"

Steve lets Eddie guide him a little down the hill, ignoring when Suzie asks, "Do they always bicker like an old married couple?"

When they get a comfortable distance away, where they're out of earshot but Steve can still see Dustin to make sure he doesn't freeze to death, Steve sits on the ground. He glances up after he gets as comfortable as he can get on the side of a hill, only to find Eddie frowning down at him.

"What?" Steve asks.

Eddie shrugs. "Doesn't seem fair that you get to sit on the ground, and I can't."

Steve's eyes scan over Eddie's body. "Not my fault that you didn't wear a long enough jacket to cover your ass when you sit."

"Not my fault that I wasn't born into a wealthy family that can afford those jackets."

Steve's stomach flips, but he knows Eddie isn't looking for an apology. "Why don't you sit in your van then?"

"Wouldn't want to miss my chance to hang out alone with Steve Harrington," Eddie says with a wink.

Steve nearly scoffs and gives him a snarky reply, but his thoughts go out the window when he notices Eddie's teeth chattering. "Shit," he mutters.

"What was that?"

Steve groans and stands up before unzipping his large jacket.

"Am I in a dream?" Eddie jokes, but his voice shakes a bit.

"You're about to be living one," Steve says dryly as he stands in front of Eddie and opens his coat. Eddie just stares at him. Steve huffs out a breath that becomes visible in the cold air between them. "Come here."

"What?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at Eddie before tugging at his coat. But Eddie continues to stare at him with wide wandering eyes. "I'm not letting you freeze to death up here, so come here before I tell Dustin to pack it up because you're cold."

Eddie crosses his arms a little tighter. "I'm f-fine." A shiver visibly runs through Eddie's body.

Steve rolls his eyes for what feels like the hundreth time this day and wraps Eddie in his jacket before he can protest.

He's stiff for a moment, then Eddie relaxes enough to wrap his arms around Steve who is able to close the jacket around them. They linger in each other's arms long enough that Eddie stops shivering and Steve wonders how much time Dustin has left with Suzie.

"Better?" Steve asks to break the silence.

He feels Eddie nod over his shoulder before he pulls back enough to look him in the eye, nose brushing against Steve's as he whispers, "I know something we could do to keep ourselves warm."

Steve's heart beats a little faster in his chest.

Eddie laughs and tucks his head into Steve neck, his lips far away enough from Steve's that it's no longer the only thing on Steve's mind. With the new brain space, he can feel Eddie drum a nervous rhythm onto his back and bounce a little on his face. He wonders if maybe Eddie was onto the whole scars making them read each other's minds thing because he swears he knows the first part of what Eddie's about to say before he says it.

"Sorry if that was too much. No guy has ever let me flirt at them the way you do."

Steve gets stuck on flirt at and, "No guy?"

Eddie lets out a short humorless laugh. "No guy."

And for some reason, Steve has to ask, "Has any guy let you kiss them before?"

Eddie pulls back to look at him with a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "What are you getting at, Steve?"

Steve glances at Eddie's lips, slightly chapped but they've never looked more inviting. Maybe it's time to listen to Robin's knowing looks whenever Eddie is around and Steve finds himself simultaneously drawn to him while also wanting to run to the bathroom with Robin to have another floor talk. "What if one guy let you kiss them?"

"Steve..." Eddie whispers, his eyes flicking over his shoulder.

Steve turns to find Dustin, facing away from them. Still he loosens his hold on Eddie and says, "Wrap your arms around my neck instead of my back."

Eddie does as he's told, and Steve gives him no warning before saying, "Hopefully this goes alright." Then, he slightly picks up Eddie before falling back, letting the snow break their fall as he lays back with Eddie on top of him.

"That went better than I thought it would," Steve says with a big smile then asks, "Can Dustin see us?"

Eddie glances up and shakes his head.

"Perfect," Steve says, heart practically beating out of his chest when Eddie looks down at him. When he doesn't make a move, Steve can't help but tease, "So you really are all bark, no bite."

"Shut up, Harrington," Eddie says before finally kissing him.

For only a moment, Steve nearly laughs at the fact that Eddie Munson told him to shut up. But then his brain goes nearly haywire yet completely silent when Eddie's lips meet his in what he thinks might be the single most transformative kiss of his life.

His arms tighten around Eddie's back, and Eddie's hands move to cup the back of his head as they deepen the kiss. Somehow, laying in snow, Steve has never felt warmer.

They eventually break the first kiss reluctantly, both of them going back to steal more as they catch their breath, which turns into laughter and giggles between more kisses. Then, Eddie breaks away long enough to say, "You know, the van is seeming like a really great option at the moment."

"And Dustin's a smart kid. He knows how to not freeze to death," Steve says, kissing Eddie every chance he gets.

"You're right. No need to stay here in the snow," Eddie replies.

"Right."

Neither of them make a move to get up, but they both move to kiss again.

It's only a little while later before they hear Dustin yell out, "Guys?" And that's when they finally break away.

Eddie pops up first and calls out, "Yeah?"

"Let's pack up! It's been over an hour! Come on!"

Steve pulls Eddie back down into the snow one more time for a kiss before stomping up the hill. "Alright, alright. We thought you'd be happier that we gave you more time and that we both waited for you."

"it's cold," Dustin complains.

Steve nods, but he still feels warm.

Eddie joins a few moments later, stealing glances at Steve before asking Dustin what they're doing next.

"I'm thinking we change out of our snow clothes and get food somewhere maybe..." Dustin trails off and frowns at Eddie. "Why are you covered in snow?"

"We were making a snow angel?" Eddie hurriedly says.

Steve tries not to laugh.

"One?" Dustin asks.

Eddie nods. "You'll see it on the way down."

Sure enough, on the way down, they all see one horribly disfigured snow angel.

While Steve laughs and Eddie smiles proudly, Dustin shakes his head and mutters something like more curses to himself. In a volume that's able to be picked up by the other boys, he asks, "Eddie, you'll drop me off at my house, and we'll meet back up in an hour at my house?"

"Hour and a half," Steve says. When Dustin opens his mouth to complain, Steve explains, "I need to take a shower so I don't get pnemonia. Plus, I'm not letting my hair freeze on my way to your house."

"Fine," Dustin sighs. "See you then."

"See you then," Eddie echoes to Steve, winking at him once.

Soon after Steve gets home, he hears a knock on the front door, and when it's Eddie on the other side, Steve pulls him in and says, "Maybe you were right about the telek- tele-"

"Telekentic abilities?"

Steve nods as he closes the door behind Eddie and traps him against it. "I definitely know what you're thinking about now."

Eddie cocks his head to the side and wraps his arms around Steve's neck. "Yeah? What am I thinking about?"

"Kissing me again," Steve says, leaning in.

"Actually," Eddie says turning his head away, "I was thinking about a lemon."

"Crazy. I happen to have lemon scented body wash," Steve comments as he grabs Eddie's hands and tugs him up the stairs.

They're both a little late to Dustin's house. And maybe their hair freezes a bit.

But Dustin was right. There's a lot of things Steve would do for love.

[dollishmehrayan]

# “I’M GONNA MARRY HER ANYWAY” ── .✦ ( how batboys marry you and propose to you )

a/n: this is a request by anon (here) but literally this is making me feel like ultra single on a spectrum, anyways I love these type of requests because I like some simple stuff like this ya know? Tags: (batboys x fem!reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

The Proposal: The stars are twinkling above as Dick stands beside you on a rooftop he transformed into a wonderland of fairy lights and soft music. “You’ve given me so many reasons to smile, and now I want to give you one more,” he says, his voice trembling with emotion as he gets down on one knee. His eyes are so full of love you feel like you could drown in them. When you say yes, he lifts you into his arms and spins you around, whispering, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving you.” (He’s such a mediocre man proposing 😭🌚 h/j)

The Ceremony: Dick watches you walk down the aisle, completely captivated, like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time. His vows are filled with tender promises: “From the moment I met you, my heart knew it had found its home. You are my partner, my best friend, and the love of my life. I promise to stand by your side, to laugh with you, to cry with you, and to love you endlessly.” By the time he finishes, his voice cracks, and tears stream down his face. (You swear he cried like 6x times that day.)

Married Life: Every day with Dick is a celebration of love. He leaves you little notes that say, “You’re my greatest adventure” and brings you flowers just because. He holds your face in his hands like you’re the most precious thing in the world, telling you, “I fall more in love with you every single day.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

The Proposal: Jason plans something quiet, but the depth of his love shines through. Sitting on the couch together after dinner, he pulls out a small velvet box and says, “I’m not great at speeches, and I’ve never been the guy who gets things right the first time. But I know I got this right. You’re my home, my peace, and my everything. Marry me?” His voice is soft, almost vulnerable, and when he sees your tears, he gently wipes them away and says, “I’d spend my whole life making you happy.”

The Ceremony: Jason’s vows are raw and honest: “I’ve lived a life that didn’t always make sense, but you—you’re my clarity. You make me want to be better, to deserve the love you so freely give me. I promise to protect your heart, to cherish you every day, and to never stop fighting for us.” His hand shakes as he slides the ring onto your finger, but the love in his eyes steadies him.

Married Life: Jason doesn’t just love you—he adores you. He’ll randomly pull you into his lap just to hold you, resting his forehead against yours as he whispers, “You have no idea how lucky I feel to have you.” On lazy mornings, he cooks breakfast for you, insisting, “You’re too good for me, but I’m keeping you anyway.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The Proposal: Tim’s proposal is a masterpiece of thoughtfulness. He plans an entire day filled with your favorite things—a visit to your favorite bookstore, dinner at the place you’ve been wanting to try, and finally, a quiet moment in a park under the stars. “I’ve spent so much of my life searching,” he says, taking your hands in his. “But with you, I’ve found everything I’ll ever need. Will you marry me?” His hands are shaking, but his voice is steady, full of hope and love.

The Ceremony: Tim looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. His vows are deeply personal: “You are my greatest discovery, the love I didn’t know I was looking for. I promise to love you with the same care and dedication I’ve put into everything I’ve ever valued—because nothing will ever mean as much to me as you do.” He kisses your hand after slipping the ring on, his eyes misty with tears.

Married Life: Tim’s love is gentle but constant. He checks in on you throughout the day with texts like, “How’s my favorite person?” and stays up late just to watch movies with you. On nights when he’s overwhelmed, he pulls you close and whispers, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

The Proposal: Bruce’s proposal is understated but breathtaking. In a quiet corner of Wayne Manor, with a fire crackling in the background, he kneels before you. “ I’m not exactly good with words but…..I’ve faced many things in my life, but nothing has been as terrifying—or as wonderful—as loving you. You’ve changed me in ways I didn’t know were possible. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” His voice is steady, but his eyes are full of emotion. (He kinda proposes the same he did with Andrea Beaumont poor guy gets a bit of flashbacks 😭😭)

The Ceremony: Bruce’s vows are simple but deeply moving: “In my darkest moments, you were my light. In my loneliest nights, you were my solace. I vow to be your partner, your protector, and your greatest love for as long as I live.” His hands linger on yours during the ring exchange, as if he can’t believe you’re real.

Married Life: Bruce loves quietly but fiercely. He kisses your forehead every morning and holds your hand under the table during dinners. On difficult days, he pulls you into his arms and whispers, “You’re my everything. I couldn’t do this without you.”

[lizardho]

I’ve been desperately in love with my wife for a LONG time. Like. I was down SO bad before we even met in person. I wanted her to think I was SO cool so when she asked if she could come visit me in person I planned a Super Dope And Fresh Trip Itinerary for her first time visiting me. And when we got here we spent the first two days ignoring the itinerary and cuddling while we watching crappy movies and I tried not to hyperventilate while I watched her sing along to bands I’d never heard of because they weren’t Kid Rock or Oingo Boingo and those were the only two singers we listened to growing up. My highlight memory from that trip was when she told me I didn’t need to sleep on my disgusting goodwill couch because the bed was SO big and we could just share it. I spent like 15 minutes that night making a little barricade between us so she wouldn’t think I was some kind of sex pervert if we accidentally touched or something and when I woke up in the morning I was full-on spooning her and my barricade did nothing. And also she had woken up first so I couldn’t even play it cool.

After I dropped her off at the airport I asked if I could give her a kiss on the head and she said yes so I smooched her forehead and saw her off and then went home to fantasize about insanely depraved stuff like holding her hand or waking up with her hair in my mouth after we fell asleep snuggling. We video chatted a few times after that and I was playing it SO cool and she had no idea that I liked her. I was so cool and normal that she ended up inviting me to hang out with her over Fall break. I spent 3 days with her and the evening of the first day she asked if I wanted to date her and then the rest of the trip out was just one big date of sloppy gay smooching and hand holding and then I went home. I think my highlight memory from that trip was making out after eating Jet’s Pizza for the first time and it was getting towards sex stuff and she told me my ass was so thick it didn’t make sense and I had to give her like 3 minutes to catch her breath because she was so astonished by me and I felt so pretty I could have died then with no regrets.

When she dropped me off at the airport we waved goodbye to each other for so long that I walked to the wrong ticket counter and had to go back to check in for my flight. She came down for Christmas a month and a half later and met my insane and insanely huge family and still liked me after that so we stayed together. I remember my grandma flinching when she saw me for the first time since coming out, and I remember getting a hat that was SUPER cute on me in a white elephant gift exchange and wearing it on the next few dates we went on and her telling me I was adorable and GUH I was just so damn happy. I think my highlight of that trip was when she licked barbecue sauce off my cheek the night after Christmas and I almost fainted because I didn’t know what to do about someone who liked me that much.

The next trip was in February and we went camping for a weekend - it was near a pond I knew well and we hiked around and made Tinfoil Dinners and I showed her how to shoot a gun and she was super super good at it. We went to the Phoenix zoo later because we’d been craving dipping dots and there was nowhere else that sold them. I think my favorite memory from that trip was my wife walking around in the dark by the pond with a huge flashlight helping me look for frogs and repeating “I’m a big brave top, I’m a big brave top, I’m a big brave top” under her breath because she was so afraid of squishing frogs she almost cried.

We moved in together after 9 months of dating. We’ve had anniversaries to Ghost Towns and alien vortex sites, we’ve camped and hiked and gone to aquariums and even got a year’s subscription to the Phoenix Zoo because I’m a whore for Dippin Dots and my wife LOVES animals. We’ve had intense moments and quiet moments and boring times and exciting times. She’s supported me in writing my dissertation and completing grad school. She helped me organize my thoughts and experiences with internship sites and encouraged me to rank a site I thought I had no chance with but ended up matching at. She’s helped me run D&D campaigns and figure out how to install color-changing lightbulbs in our living room. She cried with me when our cat was officially adopted. She held my hand at my grandpa’s funeral. She supported me through flashbacks and comforted me through exposure therapy. She can see into the deep dark dusty cobwebby corners of my soul that nobody else can see and investigate the wretched unknowable secrets there and still love me with her whole heart. I cannot imagine anyone I want to spend my life with more. Gay love is cleansing and fortifying. It is nourishing and uplifting. It soothes wounds and heals hurts. Gay love is transformational and powerful and wonderful and life-altering and I am so SO lucky I have her in my life. She proofread my coming out letter, she helped me inject HRT when my needle phobia was weirdly intense, she moved across the country TWICE to support my studies, and now at this moment she’s learning about a new bus route getting set up locally and planning our spring-summer bucket garden and my heart is just so full I have to say something somehow or write something so powerful and earnest it captures my feelings. I’m also probably gonna smooch her.

For those of you still stuck in the closet or struggling with life, just know that it gets better. Often it gets better by being stupid and earnest and desperate, but it gets better. It may take some time and involve some risk, but imo it’s always worth a few risks to be in love.

[twice-inamillion]

The Company Series

Birthday Exchange

Smut 

Chapter 22

3180 Words

(Irene celebrates her birthday with her members but are interrupted. As the CEO of the company you want to give your assistant a present for her to remember.)

Since their debut a few months ago, Irene and her members have been in the practice room. With all of them being introverts, it became difficult for them to interact with other trainees in the building, and they usually hung out as a group. They would always stick by each other, with Irene as the mother in the group.

Most trainees would avoid them due to their serious nature but mainly because of Irene’s cold personality. It was hard for most to approach her or even be in the same room as her. Whenever she or her group members would enter a practice room or cafeteria, the others would slowly distance themselves or exit the room completely, except for one. 

Yeri was one of the trainees that would often go up to Irene. She was in awe of Irene’s motherly presence and demeanor, the way she would treat her members. She would even treat her to snacks once in a while. 

Irene felt a sense of motherliness whenever she would see Yeri. She enjoyed treating her snacks and often viewed her during her practice. The way she would light up the room with her laughter was something she enjoyed, and thought it would be nice to have in the group. 

She decided to introduce her to the group and debut as a group, but when she brought up the topic, you would dismiss the idea or tell her that Yeri didn’t seem like a good fit due to the age difference. She tried to bring up the topic a few more times until you told her to debut with the members she currently has or forget the thought of debuting at all.  

As she looks at feedback on her performance, she realizes that debuting without Yeri might have been a mistake; she should have tried harder. Even with her group’s debut she’s kept in contact with Yeri, often visiting her and treating her to delicious food and snacks. 

“Unnie, good job on your performance.”

”Thanks.” 

“You’re doing a great job.”

”Thanks.” She feels a knot in her stomach, knowing that she could have debuted together. “Sorry, Yeri.”

”Don’t worry, unnie. I know you tried your best. Don’t worry about me; I’m going to try my hardest to get good scores. Maybe I’ll debut soon, and we can be idols together.” 

Irene could see Yeri trying to put a strong smile before her but knew she was heartbroken when she wasn’t allowed to debut. 

——

Her expression remained in Irene’s mind over the next few days. She knew she had to do something to set this right. 

While you were busy looking at the next upcoming projects, you heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” 

Irene walks in with a stack of files and sets it on the table. You watch as she stands, looking at you intensely. “Anything to say?”

“Uh… yes.” 

“What is it?” 

“I’m thankful for allowing my group to debut, and I’m looking forward to our future comeback, but…”

You see the hesitation in Irene and respond, “But…”

“I… I wondered if adding one more person to the group was okay with you.” 

You look at Irene and back to your work, “We talked about this remember.”

“Yes, but I think it would be beneficial for the group if we added one more.” 

The two of you go back and forth on the matter until you break it off, “I’ll think about it.” 

——

Days have passed since the two of you talked, but you knew that adding another member was out of the question. Planning the upcoming survival show was your priority. 

“Sir, are you done with the documents I sent you?”

“Yes, let the producers and JYP know about my suggestions.” 

“Will do, sir.”

There’s a moment of silence until Ji-eun speaks up, “Are you going to do anything for Irene?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s her birthday, sir.” 

There’s a slight lag in your reaction. Ji-eun’s tone of voice gives you an idea, which causes you to smirk. “Thank you. I forgot about it completely. I’ll make sure to give her something special.” 

“No problem. I’m sure she’ll be happy with anything you give her.“ 

You head back home and get yourself ready to visit Irene. You head down the elevator and exit, making your way to the group’s apartment. 

You press the doorbell, and wait a few seconds to see Wendy open the door. 

“Hello, sir.”

“Wendy. Is Irene here?” 

“She’s in the bathroom getting ready to go out. Are you looking for her?”

“Yeah… I want to congratulate her.” 

Wendy smirks, reading the room. She gets her other members and says, “Seems like we forgot something. We’ll be back in a few.” 

“Don’t let me hold you back. Here, find you need something,” you say as you take out your black card.

“Thanks.” 

You close the door and look around the living room while waiting for Irene to exit the bathroom. Within a few minutes, you heard the sound of the door opening. She walks to the living room and says, “What do you three want to eat?” 

“Happy Birthday.” 

Her expression changes, her excited expression turning into a sight of displeasure as she sees you standing in front of the shelf with the pictures of the members. “What are you doing here?”

“I want to wish you a happy birthday,” giving her a soft smile.

Irene tried her best to return the smile, “Thank you. You didn’t need to take time off your busy schedule.”

“It's no problem. I also thought about our conversation earlier.”

“Really?” 

“I think we can make it happen.” 

“Omg. Thank you!” She immediately grabs her phone to call Yeri when you cut her off. 

“It’s not official yet, so don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know…” you say as you give her a smirk. 

Irene sees your smirk and realizes what you’re trying to say. 

“Show me how serious you are.”

”Is… is there any other way?”

You walk up to her and grab her by the waist and place your other hand on her ass, “What do you think?”

She looks up at you, and you can see the hate in her eyes, but she quickly answers, “You better keep your promise.”

There’s no need for any words as you squeeze her ass, causing Irene to slightly flinch. You tilt her head and make out with her, but she tries to push you off, “Stop… you don’t have to get all romantic.” 

“I was just trying to set the mood.” 

“Let’s not lie to ourselves; I’m not doing this because I want to, so don’t think I’m going to act all lovey-dovey with you.” 

“Okay, okay… I see.” 

You pick up Irene and take her towards her room, tossing her onto the bed. “Ouch, you don’t have to be rough.”

“You said not to be romantic. You shouldn’t care how I treat you.” 

There’s no response from Irene, and instead, she stares at the door, hoping to escape the situation. 

Irene doesn’t react as you spread her legs open, pulling down her panties and tossing them to the side. You slap your cock against her thighs, causing her to come back to reality. “Fuck, it’s been a while since I saw your cunt. Spread that pussy for me.” 

Irene gives you a look of disgust and replies with a hard “No” as she closes her legs together. Unsatisfied with her response, you spread them again, “I’m not going to be asking you again, do it or else…” 

She reads the expression on your face and knows that you’re not playing around. She’s reluctant but does as she’s told, putting her index and ring fingers on her folds. 

Irene slowly spreads her pussy lips, turning her head to the side, trying to avoid your reaction. “Beautiful. Such a nice color.” You get on your knees to take a closer look, “Spread them a bit more.” Again, she pulls her soft, tender flesh back, exposing her sacred region. “There, happy?”

“Yes...” 

Irene doesn’t notice as you hover your mouth centimeters away from her pussy. Suddenly, she feels a hot sensation dragging against her folds. Irene yelps, turning her head back towards your direction, “What are you doing? Don’t lick me there!” 

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited…”

Irene squirms at the sensation of your tongue dragging against her pussy lips. She tries to push your head back, but you press your head deeper, inserting your tongue inside of her cunt. She puts her hand against her mouth as you eat her out, trying her best not to moan.

You pull your head out, leaving her cunt completely wet, “Fuck, that was good. I think you're ready.” You grab your cock and slap it against Irene’s pelvis. 

Irene watches the scene in front of her, your heavy cock teasing her. She then feels the tip of your cock pressing against her pussy, slowly spreading her pussy lips. 

It’s happening; she’s about to lose her virginity she worked so hard to keep. She hates the idea of her virginity getting taken by you, a man who has no value for women. She knows of all your flings, the women you’ve conquered with your position.

Your cock slowly spread her pussy lips around, the tip of your cock disappearing into Irene’s virgin cunt. She whines as her folds are spread and wrapping itself wound your cock. 

Suddenly, she feels pressure, a pain she’s never felt before. “Wai… wait… it hurts.” The pain sharpens, and she screams, “It hurts… take it out!” 

You watch as Irene tries to push you away, struggling from the sharp pain, “Don’t worry, it’s just going to hurt a bit.”

”I don’t care; take it out now!” Irene digs her nails into your arms, screaming through the unbearable pain. You ignore her and shove your whole length inside, resulting in her cussing you out, “Ahh! You’re tearing me apart, you fucken pig!”

*Slap*

Irene becomes quiet. She doesn’t know what just happened to her. All she knows is that her left cheek stings. She puts her face on it and feels hot. She slowly turns and looks at you in fear. “Y… you hit me.”

”I tried to be nice to you, but all I get is hate. So either you behave like the little slut you are, or I’ll make sure to make everything you love disappear.”

Irene sees the seriousness in your eyes; she knows you mean it this time. ”So what’s it going to be?”

”I’ll behave.”

”That’s my girl.”

Irene flinches at the sight of you raising your hand, “Don’t worry, I won’t hit you unless you act up of course. You’re going to behave well, right?” Irene nods, “That’s my girl. Now kiss me.” 

Her body trembles as she gives you a slight peck on your lips. You want to laugh at the complete 360 shift but admire her willingness to try. 

The two of you make out, your tongues intertwining, salvia mixing. You whisper in her ear, “I’m going to keep going, okay? Cry if you want; try not to ruin the mood.”

Irene cries in silence as you thrust your cock. “You taste so good,” you say while you kiss her neck. She stares at the ceiling, convincing herself that what she is doing is worth it. 

Every time she’s about to forget what’s going on, she feels you hit the back of her womb. The pain is a bit more manageable but still painful. She can feel the way you stretch her walls to its limits, how her flesh gets pulled back every time you pull your cock out. At some point, she thinks that with the amount of thrusting, you’ll turn her pussy inside out. 

Out of nowhere, she hears a loud pop and sees you pull your cock out. You lay on her bed with your cock semi-hard. “I want you to ride me.” 

She looks at your smug expression and wants to tell you off badly. She nods. It’s about to grab your cock when she feels a wet sensation running down her thighs as she looks down. 

Her expression changes when she feels a mixture of pre cum and what seems to be blood from her losing her virginity. She looks at cock and sees it covered with that mixture. She continues to stare at it, thinking of her virginity being robbed by a man like you. “Come on, ride this cock.” 

She climbs on your pelvis and puts her body against your member. Her lips hug your cock, and she slowly grinds herself on you. 

“That’s not what I meant.”

Irene reluctantly nods and looks at your cock covered in both your fluids. She hovers on top of you and slowly puts it against her entrance. She looks at you, silently pledging you not to make her do this. You smile and say, “Just like that baby. Drop that pussy down.” 

She lowers her body slowly, feeling your cock get harder the more it does inside. Tired of waiting, you grab her by the waist and bring her down. 

“Fuck!” 

Her walls clamp on your cock, adjusting itself to your massive length. “That’s it, baby, ride this cock.” 

Irene closes her eyes as she slowly starts to move, causing her to feel her slimy flesh coating your cock in nectar. You place your hands on her ass and give it a nice squeeze. 

“Ahh!”

You slap her ass, causing her to yelp, “You’re getting better at it. Keep on riding me like your life depends on it.” Irene nods and increases the pace; she grinds herself on you and gets used to the feeling.

You see Irene’s expression change as you hear her moan. Her eyes closed as she focused on your cock rubbing against her walls. “Ahh… ahh…” You grin; you know she was stubborn but assumed she would fall like the rest.

With your hands around her back, pull her into your chest, “Let me take over for a bit.” You instantly start to thrust rapidly, “Ahh, ahh… wait… what… are you… doing?” She tries to get away from you, but it’s useless, “I’m going to make you orgasm before I pump you with cum.”

“Wait… that wasn’t part of the de….”

You pull out and ram yourself back inside, thrusting your cock harder and rapidly. Irene's moans suddenly increase louder as she feels her organs getting rearranged. “Ahh, ahhh, wait… please. You’re going to make me pee myself…” 

Irene’s body begins to spasm as her toes curl up, “It’s it, baby, cum for me. I want to see how wet you can get. The hot breathing on your neck turns you even more when you feel Irene’s womb twitch. 

“Ahh! I can’t hold it!”

Irene squirts her hot liquid all over your cock, causing it to gush between the small gaps in your lower region. You watch as Irene’s eyes roll back from the overwhelming sensation. Her cunt goes through a phase where it clenches and releases its grip on your cock, “Feels good, doesn’t it.” 

Irene tries to respond but lacks the ability to control her body and instead crashes onto you. You grin as she continues to tremble, her body extremely sensitive.

As Irene was just gaining control, you wrap your arms around her waist and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to breed you; make sure to take all my cum.” 

Her eyes widened, realizing what you just said. She tries to push you off, but it’s no use. “Don’t, don’t cum inside, please… pull out…”

You increase the strength of your arms, almost crushing her as she feels the overwhelming heat pouring inside her. “Ahh!! Pull out! Please! I don’t want to get pregnant!” 

“It’s okay, just relax and enjoy my hot cum. Think of it as an extra reward for letting me take your virginity.” 

“No, I don’t want it, please…”

“Shh… relax. Remember what we talked about.”

Irene hesitates but nods, realizing her efforts are in vain; she closes her eyes to avoid your gaze. By doing so, her other senses heightened, her focus on the sensation of your cock pumping cum into her womb. 

It’s overwhelming; she feels like she’s about to pass out. The amount of cum being pumped into their womb is making her feel like she’s already pregnant. Not used to the foreign sensation, her body overloads, and passes out from exhaustion, leaving her body defenseless.

“That was a nice birthday gift,” you say as you pull your cock out.

Irene slips off, turning on her back and exposing the large amount of cum oozing out her cunt. You walk towards your pants and pull out your phone, “Let’s get a picture together, Irene.” 

With Irene in the background, you snapped a few selfies, “Look at the screen.” You look at the camera and laugh, knowing that with Irene passed out, there wasn’t a way for her to respond. You continue to take a few more pictures for “memories” before noticing your cock covered in cum. 

“Let’s get this thing cleaned.” You look around and notice Irene’s mouth slightly open and get an idea. You walk towards her and slowly press your cock against her lips, slowly working your way inside. 

“There it is, baby, take this cock like a slut you are.” Your cock gets harder as you thrust your cock against the top of her mouth. As time passes, Irene’s mouth cleans every bit of cum off your cock. You want to take this further when you get a message from Wendy, “Let’s do this again soon.”

——

The next day, Irene wakes up nude, sore, and her head pounding, “What happened last night?”

“Unnie, breakfast is ready!”

”Coming! Give me a few minutes.”

She heads to the bathroom and notices white stains on her mouth and some on her lower region. That’s when she realizes what happened the night before, “I need to wash up.”

”Unnie, the food is going to get cold!” 

“Be right there!”

She puts on a clean set of pajamas and heads to the kitchen when she hears, “Happy Birthday!”

She turns around and sees her members alongside Yeri, “Happy Birthday, Unnie!”

”Thank you.” She smiles and asks, “Who brought the cake?”

”I did. I wanted to visit last night, but the dorm manager said it was too late to leave, so I came today.”

“Thank you, Yeri. I appreciate it,” she says and hugs her.”

”Unnie, are you crying?”

”I’m just so happy.” 

”Let's cut the cake; it looks yummy,” says Joy.

Wendy places a few candles and lights up the cake, “Make a wish.”

Irene closes her eyes and blows the candles, hoping she made the right choice.

[luvkinich]

my everything

warnings + notes: phainon x reader, fluff, 1,1k words, phainon is whipped for you, minor spoilers to his lore?? i think + my third fic on this account IM CRYING WTF how have i only made 3 fics here art by shenteita on twt

tags: @somniachant

Phainon's past haunts him like a ghost. Memories of losing his family, friends, and hometown keep coming back to him every night he sleeps. Perhaps that’s why he’s unwilling to forge new relationships with people.

However, despite his past haunting him, Phainon finds himself in a predicament. You, a flower shop owner in Amphoreus, catch his attention. You and your passion for flowers make Phainon feel safe and comfortable. Your flower shop isn’t huge like the other famous shops in the city, but it is cozy enough that you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

The flowers are also one unique aspect of your shop, being the only flower shop in the city. Though, you must say, not that many people like to buy flowers anymore (not even for courting someone, which shocks you to your core).

The door to your shop flings open just as the clock strikes 3 pm, and you see the familiar white-haired figure walk into your shop. It’s a routine for Phainon to visit your shop every evening. Sometimes, you wonder to yourself why a Chrysos Heir would make daily visits to your small flower shop without buying anything, but you can’t bring yourself to question him over something like that.

“Good evening, Y/N,” Phainon gives you a smile, one that melts your heart instantly. “How has your day been?” That’s another thing with Phainon - he always asks about how your day went, and to be honest? You don’t find it bothersome at all. Usually, you find it annoying when people pester you about your day every five minutes, but with Phainon, you find it endearing.

“Good evening, Phainon,” you greet him back. “My day has been… okay, I think? I didn’t have that many customers today, but it doesn’t really bother me that much. Business has been slow for a couple of weeks now that Valentine’s is over.” You look back at your notebook, one that you keep to track customers and sales. “But I still have my regular customers coming in to pick up their flowers. How about you? How’s it going with the Chrysos Heir?”

“Ah,” Phainon lets out a small laugh. “Never been better, I think? Mydei and I had a little sparring match this morning, and of course, I won.” You have a small inkling he might be lying, but you don’t comment on it. “And then I spent the rest of my day in my room. Boring, huh?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you reply. Phainon looks at you, confused. “I mean, ever since the disaster started, you barely got any sleep, right? So I think it’s good you were doing nothing today.”

“Huh,” Phainon says. “Never thought of it that way.” He smiles at you again. “Oh, right! Back to the matter at hand, I need some flowers.”

You blink, surprised. Phainon buying flowers? Now, that’s new. “Oh, what kind of flowers? Are you planning on confessing to someone today?” you tease, hoping it’s not true.

“Um, actually… yes.” Phainon’s response shatters your heart.

Oh… so you do have someone you like. You think to yourself, and you quickly mask your hurt with a shocked expression, not wanting Phainon to feel guilty. “That’s new! So, who’s this lucky person?”

Phainon blushes, and you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. “You’ll see later. Now come on, what are some flowers I can buy?”

“Hmm,” you hum, flipping through your notebook containing flower meanings (yes, you still rely on notes; you have a terrible memory). “How about red tulips?” You walk over to the tulips, pick out a bouquet, and hand it to Phainon. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

Phainon’s eyes shine with excitement. “Ah, they’re definitely gorgeous. What do they symbolize?”

“Endless love,” you state. “I think it’s perfect for you and that lucky person.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Phainon mutters, staring at the flowers as he envisions giving them to the person he loves. “How much are they?”

“They’re on the house,” you reply, and Phainon is about to protest, but you cut him off. “They’re on the house, Phainon. Don’t argue with me now,” you repeat, huffing to mask the hurt. “Now go and confess already!”

Phainon blinks a couple of times before smiling brightly. “Okay, thank you, Y/N. Truly.” He leaves, and as soon as he’s out of sight, you sigh. Another crush of yours failed.

The rest of your day passes more slowly than usual. As expected, no one else comes in after Phainon leaves, so you decide to close the shop early.

As soon as everything is locked up, you’re surprised to see Phainon standing behind you, still holding the red tulips you gave him. “...Phainon? What are you doing here? Oh no, did the confession not go well? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Um,” he starts a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t confess yet, actually.”

“Huh? Why?” you ask, confused. “Did they not show up?”

“No… they’re actually right here,” Phainon says, and when you don’t catch on, he lets out a small laugh. “Y/N, I’m saying I was waiting for you to close the shop so I could confess to you.”

“Oh,” you say, and then it hits you, causing you to gasp. Your cheeks turn red as you cover your mouth. “Wait- huh?!”

“I like you, Y/N-”

“No, wait, stop!” You turn around, covering your face. “I wasn’t- I thought-”

“Was this a bad time...?” Phainon asks innocently, making you turn back around. “Sorry-”

“No, don’t be sorry! I just- I wasn’t expecting this! I really thought you had a crush on someone else, so I felt hurt, and that’s why I gave you those flowers for free, so I wouldn’t have to see you all smiley about them!” you ramble, stopping only when Phainon bursts out laughing. “What’s so funny?!”

“You’re adorable, Y/N,” he says. “So that’s why you made me leave so quickly.” He stretches out his hand holding the flowers towards you. “So? Will you accept me as your boyfriend now that you know this is for you?”

“Phainon, you big dummy,” you sigh, laughing at your own foolishness. “Yes, yes I do.” Phainon smiles so brightly it almost blinds you. You take the flowers from his hands, and even though they're from your own shop and garden, you accept them as if they're from somewhere else. Aeons above, Phainon looks so cute smiling at you like that.

“Since you decided to close the shop early tonight, want to go on a mini-date? We can take a stroll around the city if you’d like,” Phainon suggests. Normally, if anyone else suggested this to you, you'd decline immediately, wanting to go home and tend to your growing plants. But this is Phainon, your boyfriend (you let out a giddy laugh in your head).

“Of course,” you agree. “Where do you want to take me?”

“Hmm, I think we can stop by your favorite restaurant first for some dinner, and then we can go to…” Phainon starts listing almost every date spot in Amphoreus, and you can only look at him with adoration in your eyes.

[motorsportbarbie13]

Post It - Part 5 - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

warnings/notes: a bit steamy with this one (literally and figuratively hahaha) but not explicit smut. As per usual, special shoutout to the best beta reader on the planet who puts up with my shit @lestapiastrisgirl ❤️❤️❤️ pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3k

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Your first full day in Japan is spent at the Arashiyama bamboo forest, an hour’s train ride away from your hotel in Osaka. According to all of the research you did on the flight over, the best time to see the forest was sunrise, much to Lando’s dismay. While you were also a night owl like he was, Lando was apparently violently against getting up at such an early hour. It had taken you several attempts at 6 in the morning to get him up and out of bed, but eventually you had won. 

Nearly twelve hours later, you and Lando tumble back through the doors of your hotel suite, utterly exhausted. The suite itself is huge with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, a luxurious living room with widescreen tv and spacious veranda that looked out onto the city center. Lando had asked if you had wanted your own room, telling you that he wanted you to be comfortable and offered to pay for 2 singles instead. 

You had considered the offer for about ten seconds before deciding that the current arrangement would work. Nothing in your gut was telling you that you wanted anything other than what had already been planned. The idea of having Lando sleeping so closely to you sent a delicious shiver up your spine even now. 

Last night, about an hour after you had said goodnight and closed your door, ready for bed (alone), Lando had sent you a TikTok you could hear him laughing at through the shared wall. One text led to another and soon you were slipping beneath the sheets of Lando’s bed before switching on a movie. Nothing more had happened that night, except for you falling asleep cradled in Lando’s arms and Lando waking up in the middle of the night with you still wrapped around him. 

That had been the real reason he hadn’t wanted to get up this morning, he was too content with where you were at. 

But as he followed you through the door after walking what felt like seventy miles that day, he was glad that the had gone. The two of you had bonded on a deeper level, much deeper than Lando had ever thought possible. The connection between you two had sparked that night in February when he had slid into your DM’s but now? Now the connection was a wildfire. 

Lando watches as you drop your bag and flop down onto the couch. The entire time you’d been together today it was like the rest of the world had ceased to exist. He couldn’t remember a time where he had laughed so hard and lost track of time like he had today. He felt so stupid for nearly blowing this back in February but as he joined you on the couch, instantly tugging you closer so he could touch you again, he was relieved the universe had decided to give him a second chance. It was wild to him, how well you two were getting on still. He wasn’t usually someone  who could spend this much uninterrupted time with another person, he normally craved his alone time but with you? It was like he had told Max the night before over text, with you, it was different. 

And Lando knew from the outside looking in, this was moving so fast. No one knew that you had spend hours upon hours just talking, often falling asleep together on FaceTime, back in February. Not that it really mattered to him. If there was one lesson he had taken away from the 2024 season it was that he had to work on giving less of a fuck of what other people said and paying more attention to what those around him that mattered were saying. 

And you mattered to him. 

“I think we walked a million miles today.” You groan, kicking off your shoes before flexing your toes, the ache in the bottom of your instep creeping up your leg. Your calves were on fire from how many hills you had walked up and down in that forest today. The shots you and Lando had gotten had been 100% worth it though. You couldn’t wait to crack open your laptop later tonight and start editing for Pretty Little Lens. Posting them would have to wait, though. You never ever posted onto PLL before you left a location since your real account almost always detailed where you were and what you were doing and you didn’t want to run the risk of anyone connecting you to the account. You often mixed up locations too, posting places out of order or well after you’d left a location. PLL was how you made your money but you didn’t ever want to be the public face the account.

Lando reaches forward to pull your feet into his lap before pressing the pads of his thumbs deep into the arch of your foot. 

“Oh my God.” You groan, head tipping back to rest on the back of the couch. 

Lando chuckles softly before starting to work at the muscles of your feet with deeper strokes. You’re quiet while he massages the ache out of your feet, only making slight whimpering sounds every once in a while. Lando shifts in his seat at the sounds you’re making, hoping how hard he’s getting isn’t as obvious as he thinks it is. He can’t help it though, the sounds you’re making are downright erotic and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were teasing him on purpose. 

Which of course, you were. 

Several minutes pass in silence as Lando continues to work at your feed and up your calves before his phone starts to buzz in his pocket. With one hand still on your toes, he reaches for his phone. You crack an eye open to watch as he unlocks his phone and huffs a sigh. 

“Fuck. I forgot a I have a team call in 5 minutes.” He looks up at you, apologies flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, this is a post race thing that we do every week and I can’t miss it. It shouldn’t take long though, we’ll be fine for dinner.” 

You grin before swinging your feet out of his lap and onto the floor. “It’s okay.” You lean over before brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “I need to take a shower before dinner anyway.” 

Lando turns his head before catching your lips with his, pressing his mouth to yours before you can get away. You hum in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of his kiss. You’re the one to deepen the kiss though, licking your way into his mouth when he doesn’t pull away quick enough. The temptation to climb into his lap is overwhelming but the buzzing of his phone pulls you back down to earth. Tipping your forehead against his, you grin. “I’ll stop distracting you now.” 

“I don’t know,” Lando chuckles as he watches you stand, “The thought of you in the shower without me is more distracting than that kiss.” 

Laughing, you shake your head before rounding the couch to head towards your bedroom. Dragging your fingers across his shoulders as you walk behind the couch, you enjoy the way Lando visibly shudders under your touch. 

Lando watches over his shoulder as you walk down the hallway before he turns back to his phone to dial into the call. It was a routine call that Zak and Andrea held after every race weekend to debrief what went wrong and what they were going to be working on ahead of the next race. They were boring but necessary, especially since things got missed during the hustle and bustle of race weekends. 

Lando listens in as Andrea and a few engineers run through the data from the race, discussing tire wear, the strategy that had worked and what they needed to work on for Japan, and the frustrating near-miss podium finish. As he listens and interjects bits of observations himself, he finds himself distracted. His gaze keeps drifting toward the hallway you’d disappeared down. The scent of your shampoo, a mix of citrus and something with a delicate floral scent, lingers in the air, completely distracting him. 

He found himself rushing through his recap of the race when it was his turn to speak, eager to wrap things up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call wraps up and Lando was free to sign off. After a quick goodbye to the team, he sighs in relief, and tosses his phone onto the couch, the screen going dark.

 Lando’s surprised to hear the shower still running but as he passes the room you had claimed yesterday, he found it totally empty. Confused, he spots the white skirt you’d been wearing that day discarded in a heap outside the door to his bedroom. Lando’s heart beat picks up as he follows the trail you had apparently left him. At the foot of his bed was the top you had worn that day, discarded along with a very thin, very skimpy, white and pink lace bra. 

He nearly loses it when he sees the matching thong waiting for him at the doorway of the bathroom. 

Sultry music floats out from your phone that’s propped up on the bathroom sink. The room was humid and fragrant, air heavy with the scent of your shampoo and body wash. Steam wraps itself around Lando as he takes a few cautious steps into the tiled bathroom. It was a large en suite deal, with his and hers sinks, a huge soaking tub, and a large glass enclosed shower tiled with black marble. 

The rhythmic sound of the water mixed with the sultry music created an intoxicating atmosphere that has his heart pounding against his ribs. Lando’s breath catches when he finally spots you, your silhouette a hazy outline through the steam that clings to the glass of the shower door. He could make out the curve of your hip, the delicate line of your spine, the way the water cascaded down your body, rivulets of water doing their best win the race down your body. 

He’d never been more jealous of water in his entire life. 

Lando hesitates, leaning against the cool tile of the wall opposite the shower, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He decides to stay put, enjoying the view and the way his stomach was churning delightfully with anticipation. 

“Are you lost, baby?” Lando teases, pitching his voice loud enough so you can hear him above the soft music and thrumming water. 

You finally turn your head towards him, smirk on your lips, and Lando nearly sinks to his knees then and there. “I figured I’d try out your shower.” You rasp, voice husky with need. “Turns out, the acoustics are much better in here than in my shower.” 

It takes every ounce of control that he’s honed over his racing career to keep from stripping off his clothes right then and there when his gaze catches the swell of your breast as you turn towards him. “The acousitcs are pretty good in here, aren’t they?” He agrees, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you pick up the loofa that had been hanging from a hook inside the shower. “The view’s not half bad either.” 

“It’s too bad your call took so long, you missed the warm up. ” You say, voice light and teasing as you squeeze the body wash bottle before lathering the loofah up. 

Lando groans as you start in on your arms, lathering them up with he bubbles. You don’t look up but you can feel his eyes on you, a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps erupting all over your skin. 

“It that so?” He chuckles, moving to sit at the edge of the soaking tub that is on the opposite side of the shower. From here he can still see everything you’re doing to torture him but he can sit and enjoy the show. “Well, I’m here now. I’m sure I can catch up.” 

The rasp in his voice has heat building in the pit of your belly, sparks of electricity traveling straight to that spot between your legs that is aching for Lando’s touch. You drag the loofah up your arms, up towards your neck before stretching out to show off the delicate line of your throat. “Or maybe,” You suggest, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper as you finally lift your eyes to his. “You should just watch.” 

Lando watches, captivated, as your hands move, slow and deliberate, a silent suggestion at what could happen later tonight that sends a shiver down his spine. He could almost feel the the warmth of the water on his own skin, the scent of the body wash filling his senses. 

“I’m never taking a work call while you’re around ever again.” He laughs, his gaze lingering on the curve of your ass as you turn around to wash the bubbles off in the scalding spray or the shower head. He watches as you continue washing, the drag of your hands over your body driving him absolutely mad. As he watched he imagined it was him running his hands up and down your slick body. He was torn between keeping his gaze on you to watch you drag your fingers down the line of your body or close his eyes and pretend it was him doing the touching. 

All you do is smirk in response, enjoying the way Lando’s eyes have gone hazy with desire as he watches you. Your fingers trail down your torso, coasting over your ribcage and down towards the curve of your hip. You’d never been quite this bold before but something about how today had gone, how you’d been so comfortable all day in his presence had you so needy for him in a more physical way tonight. 

Lando chokes on a strangled moan when your fingers continue down your body, teasing their way down towards the apex of your thighs. He wants nothing more than for your hands to be his, to be touching you the way you’re touching yourself but he’s also beyond satisfied watching the show taking place in front of him. You don’t break eye contact when your fingers dip in-between your things for the first time, swirling them around your already sensitive clit. 

You can see the barely restrained control threatening to break from behind Lando’s eyes as you tilt your head back, biting on your bottom lip, while you continue to touch yourself, slipping a finger deeper inside you. 

“Fuck.” Lando whispers, shifting as his own hand drifts unconsciously towards his cock that is achingly hard. “You know,” He manages to rasp out as a gasp tumbles from your lips when you slip a second finger between your slick folds. “I’m starting to think this shower is less about getting clean and more about torturing me.” 

You chuckle, eyes darting from where you’d been watching him palm at his cock back up to his stormy expression. “Torture?” You ask. “Is that what you’d call this? I thought I was just giving you a nice little show.” The innocence in your tone betrays the fact that you’re minutes away from giving yourself a delightful orgasm right in front of Lando. 

He watches as you continue to work your fingers between your legs, the way your head is thrown back driving him insane. “Torture is exactly what I would call watching you touch yourself like that when I can’t do a damn thing about it.” 

“Well maybe next time you should wrap up your work call quicker.” You sass back before dragging your fingers back up your body. “But you’re going to have to wait,” You reach for the shower faucet before turning off the water. The quiet that settles over the room hangs heavy between you. 

Stepping out of the shower, you reach for the towel that Lando holds up for you, the soft fabric clinging to your wet skin. You murmur a quiet thank you before reaching for another towel to dry your dripping hair. When you look over at him again, a shimmer of pleasure flutters over your skin. The way he’s looking at you, his eyes dark and intense, is something that you could see yourself getting addicting too. 

And that feels dangerous. 

Lando groans in response before leaning back against the cool tile, arms crossed over his chest and frown on his face. 

“Impatient, are we?” You tease, a playful glint in your eyes. 

He pushes himself off the wall, his movements confident and deliberate. “Extremely.” He murmurs, his voice husky. He closes the distance between you then, his eyes never leaving yours. 

He reaches out, his fingers tracing your jaw. “You know,” Lando whispers, he breath warm against your lips. “I’ve been thinking of getting you back here so I could have you all to myself all day long.” 

He brings his lips to yours, a tender kiss that quickly deepens into something darker, more intense. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth, silently requesting access. You open for him obediently, sighing against him as he begins the familiar exploration that you find yourself becoming addicted to. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer so you can deepen the kiss this time. The world around you fades away, leaving one the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste of him, the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling your senses as you lose yourself in the way Lando touches you. 

He pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your own chest heaves as you watch the way he watches you. “Fuck.” He whispers, his hands fisting at the white towel still tied around your body. “You have no idea how hard it was to stay out here just now.” 

A shimmer of electricity zaps up your spine at the intensity of his gaze. “Now,” He murmurs, tone still husky. “Let’s get you ready for dinner. I’m starving.” He gives you a playful wink before turning towards the door. “But,” He adds before walking away, his voice trailing off behind him. “I’m going to be honest, I think I’m even hungrier for my dessert afterwards.” 

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HEYY HI!!, love your fics so i decided to try and ask you something. Batfamily x Male reader who is around 15 and he's Bruce's biologic kid. He's like the definition of altruism, he's so sweet with everyone, relatives, friends, that even batman's villains know about him and gets treaten good by everyone around him, and one day, he comes back from school more sad than usual, the others are worried, and when they find out about some bullies picking on him, they try to help him as hell raises on gotham in the meanwhile.

Gotham's Sunshine

The people of Gotham loved you.

It was a common fact that there was nothing that could wipe the smile from your face. Ask anyone, and they would describe you as the kind Wayne, the one always smiling while helping others. No one dared to speak bad about you since there was nothing to speak about. You always put others before yourself, always lifting others up like an angel sent from heaven. Some would say Gotham wasn't a place for an angel like you, saying you deserved better than a crime-riddled city. But you stayed because you knew that a lot of people needed help, and you had all the resources to help.

Even at the young age of 15, you were seen as a role model, the manifestation of human kindness, treating everyone as an equal—from billionaires to the villains that roamed the streets.

And speaking of villains, they held you on a pedestal, threatened anyone who even thought about hurting you. It wasn't common for anyone to see these villains as anything other than dangerous. Except you. You listened to them, tried to help, but most importantly, you didn't judge. You didn't listen to the countless newspapers speaking about the "monsters" they were. No, you wanted to see for yourself, and they appreciated it. If word got around that you planned on visiting a café with friends, that day would be one without any major crimes, making sure nothing would disrupt your day. They'd refrain from hurting you in any way possible. To them, you were something untouchable, something to be protected but also a warm light that would shine upon them, giving back a sense of normalcy without a life of crime.

Sure, people like the Joker didn't take it to heart like the others, but he knew that if something happened to you, the fun was over. But he also couldn't help himself—such a famous person like you, loved by all, was an opportunity he couldn't pass on. So instead of the usual insane death traps, it would be toned down to some really bothersome trickery.

Even the media only spoke positively about you. They tried, of course, to find some dirt on you and make it public, tried to publish a paper and put you in a bad light, but people simply weren't having it. Magazines learned not to. The people were outraged—how dare they! You, who was the definition of altruism, such a sweet person, didn't deserve such treatment. You welcomed every day with a smile, showing Gotham again that somebody still cares.

That's why it was strange—really strange—when you came home with a frown on your face. You hardly gave Alfred (the butler) a greeting before walking up to your room. Neither did you greet your family, who was waiting in the kitchen for dinner. To say they were shocked would be an understatement. They looked at each other and, like telepaths, came to an agreement to go and comfort you (and maybe ruin someone's life).

As you laid on your bed, hiding under the covers, your family trickled into your room one by one. Bruce came to your bedside, kneeling down to be face to face with your tear-filled eyes. As his hand reached out to stroke your hair, he spoke, "What's wrong, honey?" Tears could no longer be stopped from rolling down your cheek. You started sniffling as you explained.

Some rich boys at school made it their mission to ruin your fun, and as far as you knew, it was just because they didn't like you. They despised you because everybody else loved you, spoke well about you, and saw you as a role model. And apparently, so did their parents. Their bullying was relentless—nothing physical, but their words still reached your heart and shattered it. Their hostility had its effect on you. Doubts started to creep into your mind, turning you against yourself.

As you cried in your bed, your family listened to every word you said, every minor detail about what they did to you and said about you, making sure to remember when they paid those boys a "visit." Slowly, they walked out of your room—not before speaking words of encouragement, of course—anger on their mind, ready to exact revenge.

Meanwhile, Bruce stayed by your side, now laying beside you, holding you close as you cried into his chest. He was angry, but his boy needed comfort, and no one could get him to leave you right now. After some time, you fell asleep, expected since you spent so much energy crying, but even then, Bruce didn't leave, determined to comfort you even during sleep.

The next day, after breakfast in bed—courtesy of Alfred (the butler)—you stayed home with most of your family.

Dick stayed in the morning, joining you in bed and enjoying your breakfast. He spoke about his childhood and how much of a little gremlin he was. It was fun, and in the end, he told you that even at such a young age, you had achieved so much, and he and your family were so proud of you. It didn't matter what other people said—they would always be in your corner.

Unfortunately, he had to leave rather early, but you still enjoyed your conversation.

During the day, Jason, Bruce, and sometimes Alfred (the butler) kept you company. Jason usually just knocked on your door, went inside to tell you some random story or life advice before leaving. It was short but sweet since you knew he wasn't the best at comforting others—it was nice knowing that he tried.

Bruce also tried, though he usually just held you, arms wrapped loosely around you, no words spoken. You liked it that way. You didn't want him to speak; you simply wanted your father to hold you close like he did when you were little. Maybe you were still little in his eyes, and just maybe, you wouldn't deny it this time.

Sometimes Alfred (the butler) would bring you some tea or other refreshments, though breakfast was the only meal he would allow in bed that day. But you still had time to enjoy the warmth of your father.

Occasionally, Alfred also made his way into your room, plopping himself down on you like you were free real estate, purring up a storm.

Later, Damian and Tim would also check up on you—Damian explaining that you should not worry about what people said about you, especially from people "beneath" you, and Tim, always the maniac, promising to not-so-legally dig up some information so you could defend yourself with "facts about their dirty life."

Your family wasn’t the only one to notice your mood that day—no, a lot of people did, especially Batman's rogues.

Aunt Harley got word from some goons about how the "sweet Wayne kid seemed so sad today." She immediately went to Ivy to hatch a plan. Meanwhile, Killer Croc—or as you call him, Waylon Jones—also noticed something wrong. You didn't visit him like you used to, and neither did you notify him that you wouldn't visit. Dr. Freeze also found it peculiar that you didn't show up to meet him, and when he got word that neither Harley nor Waylon saw you that day, his alarm went off. Sure enough, word spread about you.

Unfortunately, while they were angry, they also knew that hurting someone, even if it was your bullies, was something you didn’t like, and they really just wanted to make you happy. So instead of hunting the boys down, they invited you to a meet-up with everyone. They even had food and drinks and some decorations to cheer you up.

This all happened in secret, of course—well, kind of secret. Your family knew that you were good with the rogues, and stopping you only meant them "kidnapping" you. So they watched in secret, always close, just in case something happened.

And your bullies? At the end of the week, they were apologizing to you, practically begging for forgiveness. You did, of course, even if only to simply get them off of you, and sure enough, they didn't bother you again.

What you didn’t know was that a certain group of vigilantes and a crime lord spoke to them—really just talked wink—about what happens to people that make Gotham’s sunshine sad.

Thank you so much for requesting!! This was so fun to write :D

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