#so all i had left in me was this. which is supposed to be showing the maels doing their reserach

[giannaln4]

For you? Anything.

lando norris x fem reader

summary: Even during the worst week of you life, and no matter how tired he is, Lando would do anything to make you feel better.  (2.6k words)

warnings: fluff, established relationship, language.

a/n: And we are back to our regular schedule! Kinktober is officially over (kinda, more context here) so it's time to post regular fics. So, I wrote this sometime last week before the shit show of yesterday's race so that's why there are no mentions of it, but I do have some planned about that so we'll see when I can work on them. Anyway, this is for me and all the girlies who have been feeling stressed about work, let me know what you think!

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What a week it has been for you. You had done nothing but work on a stupid project your boss put you in charge of. It was very short notice, and the due date was creeping up on you faster than you would’ve liked. 

The good thing is Lando had been away for weeks due to his job; not that you didn’t want to see him or that he was a distraction, nothing like that, but you always preferred to be with him instead of working, which isn’t something you would be able to do this time due to the amount of things you had to go over, but with the house all to yourself, you had the chance to get tons of work done.

It was finally the day of the presentation; you were supposed to pitch the finished project to management and honestly, you weren’t 100% confident in the job you had done. Usually, you were never too harsh on yourself, but with so little time to work on it, you knew there were some parts here and there that could’ve used a little more of your attention, but it was either use what you already have or show up with an unfinished project, so that would have to do. It wasn’t terrible; you were sure of that, but these people always found something to complain about.

You were there for only a few minutes before you were dismissed. What a fucking joke, you thought.

You didn’t even get half the presentation done, and the old dudes sitting across from you were already attacking you with questions, questions that didn’t even make sense or barely fit the theme of what you were trying to talk about. 

Your boss was the one to send you out, saying something like “You have another week; we hope you’ll be more prepared next time,” before standing up and leaving the cold conference room, followed by the rest of the men that were surrounding him.

Only minutes after going back to your office you saw him come in, giving you notes on the things he thought you should work on. As the polite girl that you are, you just nodded and wrote down whatever he was saying, apologising for not turning it up on time, but as soon as he left, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face, ruining your make-up in the process. You still had half of your day ahead of you, so you calmed down, washed your face, and went back to work like nothing happened.

At the end of the day, however, that’s a different story. You went back home completely devastated. All those sleepless nights you spent with your nose buried in your laptop felt like a total waste. 

As you drove back home, you tried your best to hold the tears, but it was getting harder by the second, especially with each step you took down the hall that led to the door of your apartment, and when you made it there, you started crying as soon as you closed the door behind you.

You instantly got rid of your uncomfortable clothes and got into one of Lando’s shirts, curling up in your bed and letting all that consuming and irrational feeling of failure sink in. You knew you weren’t a failure; you were well aware of your worth, but you couldn’t help but feel like that after miserably failing the presentation you worked so hard on.

Suddenly, the front door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out a loud sigh as you left the bed. You knew it was Lando coming back from his last race, and any other day you would’ve been happy to see him, running to the door to greet him with a hug like he deserved, but right now, you didn't want him to have to see you in that pathetic state.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, sighing again when you realised how obvious it was that you had been crying, so you’d just have to avoid eye contact.

“Hi baby,” Lando greeted you with his usual pretty smile as he entered your room.

"Hey,” you replied, immediately turning around and walking towards your desk, sitting facing away from Lando as you opened your laptop.

“Did you sleep okay last night? How did your presentation go?” He walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, kissing your temple.

“It was okay.” He stopped when he noticed your heavy mood. 

"You alright, love? You seem down." His brows were slightly furrowed as he tried to make eye contact.

​​"Yeah, fine. I think I’m just gonna work on it a little more; there were some things missing that I need to include," you replied, clearly lacking energy.

“Hey now, let’s not do that." Lando turned the chair over to make you face him. He looked down and noticed your glossy eyes, a worried feeling growing inside him. “Talk to me, please. What’s wrong?”

You just shook her head briefly, a lip-tight smile covering your face. “Everything’s fine.”

“Y/N…” The slip of your name past his lips made you want to cry again. Of course you wanted to be comforted by your boyfriend, but you didn’t like the thought of him having to pick up the pieces anytime you messed up. As a tear rolled down your face, you realised that you didn't have the energy or even the desire to push him away “Oh baby, come here.”

Lando took your hand as he sat on the floor next to you, pulling you onto his lap. Your face was now buried in his black hoodie, the tears wetting it instantly as he brushed a hand softly up and down your back.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you." He would understand if you didn’t want to talk about it but would still like to know what was happening. If there was anything he could do to help, he would gladly do it. “Do you wanna talk?”

“I just-” A sob cut you off, “I- I couldn’t do it, even after everything I did, it wasn’t enough.”

“Is this about your presentation?” He asked, his voice softer than ever, and you simply nodded. “It’s alright-”

“No, Lando, it’s not alright. I worked hard to get it together, to get it ready for days and nights and I still failed, I’m so stupid-”

“Hey, baby, look at me," he interrupted you, pulling back a bit and gently lifting your chin to look into your eyes. “You know that’s not true; you’re so smart, and I've always admired your beautiful mind. You gave it your best, like you said, you worked really hard, and even if you didn’t get the reaction you deserved, you know I’m right here.” You simply nodded at his words as the back of your hand wiped some of the tears. “Why didn’t you wanna tell me?”

"Because I don't want you to be disappointed in me like I am right now." You looked down to your lap as more tears fell from your tired eyes.

“You should know that I could never be disappointed in you, Y/N. You are so intelligent and kind; I’ve never met anyone with such a beautiful soul, so I don't ever want you to feel down about yourself because you are perfect." You felt both of Lando’s large hands caress either side of your face, bringing it up so he could look into your eyes again as he swiped at the tears that had managed to escape from your eyes.

The slight smile that had formed on your tear-stained face told Lando that his words meant something to you, and they did. “You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”

“No, I’m your boyfriend for all those reasons." You giggled slightly. “And I’m sure that no one would disagree with me.”

“My boss would.”

“What does he know?” That made you laugh again, making Lando smile, a smile so sincere that told you he believed everything he just said.

"Thank you, baby, even though you’re being a little biased." You sniffled as you gently stroked the hand that was still on your cheek, keeping your eyes locked with his “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead. You took a deep breath, feeling a lot calmer than you did five minutes ago as you looked at your laptop briefly. 

“I should probably get back to work, though; I have to basically remake the whole thing and meet with them again next week.”

“What? Right now?”

“Yes, right now. I’m sorry.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go to bed? You look pretty tired. We can cuddle, I know we both need it.”

“I would love to,” your gaze fell on your bed momentarily; it looked so comfortable, and it was literally calling your name, “but I really need to get this done, and I have to do it right this time. I don’t wanna be embarrassed again in front of a bunch of old dudes.”

You stood up from his lap and sat back on your desk, focusing on the screen in front of you as you began to analyse what you should take out and what you needed to add. 

Lando just sighed. He knew there was no way he would get you to stop working if you already set your mind to it, but honestly, he thought he would get to spend every second with you once he got back home, so needless to say, he was a little disappointed that wasn’t the case.

He got it though; your job was important for you, and you would never settle for anything unless it was perfect. What made his blood boil was the fact that your boss had the nerve to make you feel like you weren't worth it. 

“Did you eat something already?” He asked you, getting up from the floor and wrapping his arms around you once again.

“Uh- I’m not really hungry.”

“Why don’t I cook something for us? What do you say?”

“It’s okay, baby, you should go to bed.” You tilted your head to look at him and give him a quick kiss. “I know you are tired, the triple header couldn’t have been easy.”

You started collecting your things so you could take over a different part of the apartment. He had been travelling for weeks; it wouldn’t be fair to keep him up just because you needed to get work done.

“Where are you going?”

“To your office, if that’s okay. I really don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not-”

“Lan, I’ll be okay, I promise. Just go to bed, don’t worry about me.” Taking a few steps closer to him, you gave him a loving hug, “I love you.”

You left the room, holding everything in your hands as Lando just stood in the same spot. There was no way he would go to bed without you, not when you were feeling so down and it was clear you just needed to take a break.

Taking a deep breath, he started to make a plan in his head. He took the quickest shower of his life and got into something comfy, praying there was food, or more specifically, ingredients to cook you something that he wouldn’t mess up and that you would enjoy.

Everything seemed to be on his side when he found everything he needed to make some Alfredo. Everything was pretty much premade, so he knew he wouldn’t ruin it. He happily got to work, setting up a nice dinner as he hummed one of the songs that had been stuck in his head for who knows how long. 

In the office, you were nearly breaking your head as you read the information you had over and over again. You kind of knew what it needed to be since your boss gave you a few specific notes, but then again, you weren’t feeling completely confident in your own ideas. 

You didn’t realise you had been locked away for over an hour, your eyes getting insanely tired as you typed away. A break was needed and well deserved, and you were aware of this, but somehow it didn’t feel like you were making any progress, even though you had been working non-stop and you had already readjusted about half of the project.

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you abruptly closed your laptop, your face falling to your hands as your eyes felt wet yet again. That was it; there was no way you could keep going. You needed to grab a quick snack and head straight to bed. You did have an early morning the next day after all. 

Just as you were gathering all your strength to get up, you heard the door open, making you jump a bit.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.” You laughed as your hand fell on your heart.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he giggled, walking towards you.

“What are you doing still awake? I thought you went to bed.” 

“I couldn’t sleep without you. Are you almost done here?” He looked at your closed laptop, celebrating internally as he assumed you were done working for the night. 

“Yeah, I guess. My brain stopped working, so I thought my future self can worry about the rest tomorrow.”

“Good. Come here.” He extended his hand out to you, which you happily took. “Please stop overworking yourself, you know this isn’t healthy.”

“I know,” you let out a sigh as you accepted his embrace. “I’m seriously thinking about quitting. Who knows, maybe I’ll find something that doesn’t make me feel this stressed all the time.”

His hand was caressing your back softly as he pulled away to look down at you. “You know you can, right? And I really think you should. I make enough to support the both of us and even a family in the future... Baby, you don’t have to keep working there if you don’t want to.”

His words made a smile appear on your face. Not because he was offering to basically support you for the rest of your life, but because he brought having a family with you. “You know I’d never let you do that-”

“But if you do want to quit and just take a break, you can do that too,” he interrupted you. You nodded, seriously considering it, but that was something you would have to think about and have a serious conversation in the future if you ever did decide to do it.

“We’ll see. Right now, I just need something to eat and some sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Speaking about dinner, I made something for you.”

He took your hand and guided you to the dining room, a big smile on his face as he proudly showed off the beautiful set-up and the (hopefully) delicious dinner he managed to cook. He looked back at you expectantly, but his happiness quickly turned into a worried look when he noticed tears falling from your eyes again. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, a hand softly falling on your cheek as he leaned down. 

You were out of words; you truly didn’t know what to say. This is just what you needed, and the fact that he went out of his way to do it for you meant a lot more than he could ever imagine.

“I- Lando, this is-” you cut yourself off when you couldn’t find the right thing to say, so you just jumped in his arms and gave him the tightest hug ever. “Thank you for everything. And I mean everything.”

He let out a sigh of relief, hugging you back as he buried his head on the crook of your neck. “For you, my love, I’d do anything.”

[bloominginsanity]

My dad was able to explain fear and how to work through it so well that I apparently rationalized and created my own coping mechanisms for my OCD and didn't realize I actually had the disorder until I was 30.

No one can touch my room. I sound like a teenager saying this and in college I didn't actually care, but in my teenage years and when living in certain unsafe homes, I would have a goddamn break down if this was not listened to.

My life was high stress at one point, like HIGH STRESS. My brain redirected this to having utter and complete control of my room. One day, while I was at camp, my mom moved a stack of games from one shelf to another because she thought it would look nice. I came back, saw the change, and broke down sobbing, curled in a ball on my floor for twenty minutes. I had to move it back. I then moved it again to the same location later because she was right. It looked better that way. The problem was that I had to be the one to do it.

I knew it would change when I left home and I was right. I didn't care as much. The stress and the danger was gone from my life for the most part so the coping went away too. Fast forward to when I'm 30 and I move back into a high stress environment. My mom borrowed my sewing kit BY ACCIDENT. I was helping her with a craft project and apparently put it in the bag for her to take to work with her. She got back, unloaded it, and I found the kit. Out of order. It was a pretty raggedy thing in a ten-year-old plastic Ziploc with safety scissors and scraps of cloth. I had duct tape on the bag to cover the holes in it. But: The needles were out of order. The scissors were in the needle and stray-thread tin. There was a stray, white thread just floating around.

I stared. I hadn't had a breakdown in ten years. I told myself it was fine. I tapped my fingers on the table. Made a weird noise. Finally muffled a scream. Slammed my fist on the table to get the feeling of STRESS out. It didn't work. My brother asked what was wrong and I told him nothing because I KNEW it wasn't serious. I ended up in a ball on the floor trying not to sob as I told myself it didn't matter.

My mom apologized to me when she found me and I told her she didn't need to and that it wasn't her fault because I knew it wasn't. I was likely the one that had put it in there. I was still crying. It took me FIFTEEN minutes to be able to even look at it and fix it. I tried around ten minutes and I had to look away and stamp my feet to get the horrible feeling out and not cry. I was antsy for the next hour even after I fixed it. It doesn't even bother me to think about it now, four days later, but at the time I wanted to dig my nails into my own skin and make myself bleed just to distract myself from the feeling.

It was just a slightly messy sewing kit.

I never show signs otherwise. I check for my wallet, phone, and keys when I'm out several times but that's not all that odd. I've lost things before and am an expert at finding them. I guess I wash my hands a lot but I have dogs and I don't like getting sick. That's it.

My dad taught me that the repeating voice in my head that tells me everyone finds me annoying isn't real and that if you don't try that you'll never even know otherwise. He taught me how to identify what the fear looked like and what it was and how to call it a liar. Once I knew what to call it and what it was, I knew it was never who *I* was. It was normal to be scared and if other people could fight it then so could I.

[He taught me a lot actually. He taught me how to recognize social queues and what they meant. I got shouted at a lot as a child for not being able to react to them properly even if I saw them. Pretty sure the man is ND in some way and just found a super positive way to cope, which he passed down to me.]

I am still not normal, likely never will be, but I've been told so many times that no one would ever guess that I suppose I slot right in here. I didn't know it was actually called OCD until I was 30 and talking to another friend that had been diagnosed and thought 'that... sounds familiar.'

fuck it. shout out to "high functioning" neurodivergents

the ones who can mask easily, the ones who can get social cues, the ones who have managed to go most of their life not even knowing they were ND because they didn't present as the stereotypical ND person.

the ones who can pay attention in class, understand social etiquette, who understand societial expectations

the ones who don't feel neurodivergent enough bc they don't struggle in the same ways/areas a lot of NDs do, or they can't relate to other NDs' experiences because they always understood these things easily

the ones with high empathy, the ones who DO get the joke, the ones who are constantly told that they can't possibly be neurodivergent because they don't act like what you'd expect a neurodivergent person to act like.

you are neurodivergent enough. you are valid, and so are your experiences. not struggling as much as others do in some places doesn't mean you dont struggle at all. your condition and diagnosis is valid. your symptoms are valid. YOU ARE VALID. not checking all the supposed boxes doesn't mean you aren't neurodivergent. you are enough. you are valid. you are loved. you are valued. you matter. you belong in neurodivergent spaces, you deserve to use whatever resources are available to you, you are allowed to take up space in these communities. and i am so, so proud of you.

feel free to, and actually, i encourage you to reblog this with your experiences. we belong in this community as much as anyone else. please also tag this w/ any neurodivergent conditions i may have forgotten 💙

since this is getting lots of notes I'd like to add, even if you're undiagnosed or maybe self diagnosed, for whatever reason, (i.e. can't get access to a diagnosis, not being taken seriously, or just not wanting an official diagnosis, etc.) this still applies to you. actually especially to you folks. don't think for a second you're not valid just bc you don't have the paperwork or whatever to say it

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

personal confessions. [2/3] l Joel Miller

Summary:  you met to celebrate, but your conversation took a dangerous turn

Warnings:  (+18) smut, some understatements, a few curses, oral sex (m receiving), some kissing, a little bit of angst and fluff, , Sarah mentioned, Tommy is there too

A/N: it took me some time. i'm not completely satisfied, because the last few days have been quite difficult for me mentally. but i created something like this.

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[part 1]

"Good morning, ma'am!"

You looked up from your computer and into Tommy's smiling face.

"I see you had a good weekend." You replied, following with your eyes as the man went to the kitchenette to make himself some coffee.

"Yep, definitely!" he replied, sticking his head out and grinning at you. "And you?"

"Rather boring."

Tommy leaned against the door frame and looked at you with a wary gaze. He was completely different from his older brother. You had worked together for a long time, you were used to his style of being and his jokes really amused you, although Joel usually rolled his eyes at him then. But the atmosphere between you was really good, so working for Millers was a pleasure for you.

"Sorry, honey, but you looked like a million bucks last Friday. How on earth did you not manage to pick up anyone?" he asked, lifting the cup of coffee to his lips "If you'd let me..."

The door suddenly slammed and Joel entered, carrying a stack of invoices that he immediately placed on your desk.

"You've already had your coffee." he muttered, glancing at his brother.

"But I haven't had such nice company." Tommy nodded in your direction "Joel, can you imagine, she didn't pick up anyone on Friday? You saw how good she looked. How is that possible?"

"Tommy, please." You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

"It's none of our business." Joel replied, but he only gave you a quick glance "Besides, she has someone, right?"

Your eyes met for a moment. You hadn't had any contact with him since Friday.

What were you supposed to tell him? You'd been thinking about what had happened between you all weekend, and your pussy was clenching at the mere memory of his fingers inside you. Damn, it hasn't been easy.

"But..."

"Tommy, we really don't have time for this now. We have to go to a client." Joel interrupted him nervously and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "He's already called me twice."

"A package arrived for you. The courier brought it first thing in the morning." You mumbled, pointing to the box standing by the window.

"Great! I'll take it, and you, Tommy, finish your fucking coffee and get down to the car. I'm not waiting for you."

You both jumped when the door slammed again. Tommy took another sip of coffee and cleared his throat.

"Sorry, I don't know what got into him." he said, smiling apologetically. "He's a little nervous."

You waved your hand dismissively and reached for the invoices in front of you. "Don't worry. It's Monday."

You both looked up as a loud honking sound reached your ears.

"He'll kill me someday. Bye!"

The day went by slowly. You buried yourself in invoices, had to answer a few calls and contact a few clients. It wasn't until around lunchtime, when you had to call Joel about a delivery that was supposed to show up at his place of work, that you realized something was wrong.

The familiar sound of the phone ringing echoed through the office. You started picking up more papers and soon you spotted Joel's phone, which he had left on your desk.

"Shit." you hissed.

Joel always had his phone with him. In case it was a client, a supplier or someone from Sarah's school calling. However, the display showed zero new calls, so at least that problem was solved.

Using your phone, you called Tommy, who answered after a few rings.

"Sorry, darling." he sighed. "I had to go to the store in another city. I'll be gone for a few more hours. Maybe you could take it to him yourself, huh? When that grump realizes he doesn't have his phone, he'll be even more unbearable."

"Yeah, I think I'll do that." You mumbled, rubbing your temple with your hand. You weren't sure if you were ready to meet Joel. "Thanks, Tommy."

You threw Joel's phone into your purse and left the office, feeling your stomach tighten.

You saw a familiar car in the driveway of the house and parked nearby. No other cars. It was time for lunch, so the guys who were helping the Millers went out for a meal. Joel clearly preferred to stay put.

"Joel?" your voice echoed through the empty hallway. "It's me. Where are you?"

You heard the echo of footsteps and after a moment you saw a familiar figure at the top of the stairs.

"What are you doing here? Did something happen?" he asked, clearly concerned.

You shook your head and headed up the stairs towards him. "No, you just left your phone in the office. I called Tommy, but he suggested I bring it myself." You pulled out your phone and handed it to him.

"Thanks, you didn't have to."

"I know you, Joel. You'd tear this house apart thinking you'd lost it. If Sarah had called or someone important..."

"Thanks."

He noticed how curiously you were looking around the interior. You were rarely at their place of work, mostly taking care of office matters. Something that scared him and Tommy, and you did it perfectly.

"Would you like to look around?" he asked, your eyes lighting up.

"May I?"

"The guys are at lunch. I just wanted to finish something." he scratched the back of his neck. "C'mon, no one minds."

He led you inside, showing you the bathroom and a couple of bedrooms they were renovating. The smell of wood and paint filled every place, and your footsteps echoed.

Finally, you stopped in the last room, what must have been the master bedroom.

"So..." you began a little hesitantly. "Would you like to talk?"

Joel was visibly avoiding your gaze. "I guess we have nothing to talk about, huh?"

"Oh. I thought..." a cold shiver ran down your spine even though the room was quite stuffy.

Joel folded his arms across his chest, his faded T-shirt tightening more on his broad shoulders. He took a defensive position, it was the safest.

"We had a few drinks last Friday." he began, and with each word that left his mouth, you felt worse and worse. "We got carried away a bit, but I think we should go back to how it was."

"You mean..."

"I'm your boss, you work for me."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "Oh. Ooh!" you snorted. "Somehow this whole boss-employee thing didn't stop you from burying your fingers in my pussy up to the knuckles."

The tips of his ears burned, Joel swallowed hard. This wasn't what he expected. The memory of that evening had haunted him ever since, and this conversation was a nightmare come true.

He was already blaming himself for having too high hopes for you, for what had happened. Meeting you after all that was already awkward enough. And you wanted to talk. So he bounced the ball to your side of the court.

"I thought Jack really missed you." Joel grumbled. "That bouquet was fucking impressive. So, are you back together?"

"No."

Finally, his warm brown eyes looked at you. Something strange flashed in them, his face twitched.

"No?" he repeated after you.

You shook your head. "I didn't lie to you, Joel. It was over and no, not even a fucking impressive, bouquet of flowers would change that."

"I'm sorry." Joel lowered his head, clearly embarrassed. "I thought that..."

“Yeah, I get it.” You shrugged. “See, I did it for myself. That doesn’t mean I wanted to take advantage of you or anything…”

"I didn't think about it that way." he felt more and more embarrassed. "It was our mutual decision, right? We both wanted it. I... I really like you. I think you're an amazing woman..."

You smiled, and a heavy stone fell from his heart. One of your smiles could make his day better, and now he really needed it. The atmosphere clearly lightened.

"I like you too, Joel. And everything I told you back then was true." You approached him slowly, not taking your eyes off him. "I wanted to try, you know. Give it a chance and see where it will take us. Is that stupid?"

He shook his head. "I acted like a dick, didn't I?"

"No, you didn’t. All we had to do was talk."

You were standing so close that he could clearly smell your perfume. A sense of relief filled his heart, as if he was a few pounds lighter. He cleared his throat and finally spoke.

"Would you let me invite you to dinner or something?"

"I'm not sure." you frowned, and his heart beat anxiously "You see, Joel... We still have some unfinished business. And I'd like to give you something back. Something I didn't give you last time."

What business? What were you supposed to give him? His mind was blank. 

The face of the girl standing in front of him was unreadable. It was only when your fingers grabbed the buckle of his belt and pulled lightly that he understood. His cock twitched in his jeans, clearly aroused.

"I... You don't have to, sweetie." he mumbled, confused.

"You don't want to?" you seemed so sweet to him when you pout your lips, pretending to be sad.

"Fuck. I dream of nothing else, but..."

He didn't have time to finish, your fingers deftly unbuttoned his belt, and then slid inside, stroking his already hard manhood. Joel sucked in a loud breath through clenched teeth.

"Can I?"

He barely heard the question, but nodded quickly. Strong hands grabbed your face as he kissed you hard, when you lightly slid his jeans down. His hard cock popped out, its tip already shiny and swollen.

Joel wasn't holding you back anymore. He watched as if through a haze as you knelt down in front of him, licked your hand and stroked him gently. A quiet "Fuck!" slipped from between his lips.

You grabbed it confidently, moving your hand up and down. His cock was impressive and a pleasant excitement appeared between your thighs at the thought of how good it would be to feel it inside you. Now, however, you wanted to give him what he deserved.

You licked his tip, then took it into your mouth, sucking lightly. A slightly salty aftertaste filled your mouth. You closed your eyes, pushing it deeper, you didn't even feel when Joel's hand brushed your hair away and held you.

"Wait." he panted. "This is better than what I thought... Fuck."

He needed time. It had been a while since someone had taken care of him like this, he was afraid he would finish sooner than he wanted. 

But you seemed to sense it. Your tongue gently stroked his cock as you slid it in and out of your mouth. 

Joel's quiet moans filled the room. His hips began to move, slowly so as not to hurt you. When you took him so deep that you felt him at the back of your throat, and your nose touched his lower abdomen, his fingers in your hair tightened.

"Fuck. Fuck..." he panted. "Your mouth will be the death of me, baby... I won't last long."

You moaned quietly, and the vibrations went straight to his core.

You opened your eyes and saw Joel's dark as night gaze. His brows furrowed, his chest heaving violently. He cursed again quietly as your hand grabbed his balls, caressing them.

He was close, you could feel it. His hips pushed his cock into your mouth, but he was still trying not to hurt you. When you choked and tears welled up in your eyes, Joel immediately withdrew.

"I'm sorry, fuck, you feel so good... Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head "No, it's fine. Don't worry about me."

Your lips wrapped around his cock again, and Joel tilted his head back. He didn't need much.

"Shit! I'm gonna come, baby..." he gasped with difficulty "If you don't want to... I have to pull out… Fuck!"

But you didn't pull away. You held him when after a few thrusts you felt a warm spurt in your throat. You swallowed, sliding his cock out of your mouth and licking the tip with your tongue.

Joel was breathing heavily, his dark eyes never leaving your face. He helped you stand up and before you could catch your breath he pressed his lips to yours.

A hot tongue forced itself between your lips, eliciting the filthiest moan that had ever left your throat. He didn't mind the taste of himself on your lips, it was even kind of arousing.

"Fuck, what are you doing to me?" he gasped as he pulled away from you to catch his breath.

"Same thing you're doing to me." you replied, smiling.

The loud chatter coming from the yard quickly brought you back to reality. The workers had returned from lunch. Joel adjusted his pants and you grabbed your purse.

"About dinner..." he began uncertainly.

"We'll be in touch." you replied, and he smiled.

You headed towards the door and were already in the hallway when you saw Tommy in front of you. He was holding the box with the purchased products in his arms and looking at you with wide eyes.

"Ummm... I brought Joel his phone." You said quickly trying to hide your confusion.

"Sure." he replied and his eyes went to your dusty knees.

You just nodded goodbye and quickly went downstairs. Tommy was now looking at his older brother.

"Don't say a fucking word." Joel grumbled running his hand through his hair and trying to hide his embarrassment.

A sly smile appeared on Tommy's lips "That lipstick color really suits you, Joel." he laughed.

Joel rubbed his hand over his mouth and saw the remnants of your lipstick on the back of his hand.

"Not a fucking word." he mumbled taking the box from Tommy "We have work to do."

[part 3] soon

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A little gift

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader fic (Chapter 2 - Theater of Lies)

Part 1 (you are here)

Part 2

Part 3 (coming soon)

You and the Brave Gang, Pure Vanilla, White Lily and Elder Faerie were all making your way to the HUGE theater that Shadow Milk had set up after escaping from the Silver Tree. The stage was beautifully and masterfully decorated, every detail of it was perfect, just what Shadow Milk was looking for in the stage that would help depict his side of the story, the story about the day the Beasts got sealed in the tree sooo unfairly.

When everyone reached the stage, you all had a couple of minutes to sit back, relax and get comfortable before the show started. Everyone stayed alert for any possible surprise attacks from the Jester, but you decided to sit down and wait instead. Out of everyone in the team, you were the only one who was actually interested in the show and learning about Shadow Milk more, perhaps you were having some... feelings after you two first met when he broke out of the Tree. His whole demeanor caught your attention and you couldn't help but stare in awe at him, he definitely noticed this and seemed to smile at you, something that made your heart jump in shock and excitement!

You seemed to smile at the memory of the encounter, it was like you were in a trance, the others noticed this and came closer to you to ask.

"Hey Y/N Cookie, what's got you smiling like that?" asked Strawberry Cookie

"Yeah, you look unusually happy despite everything that's going on right now." added Wizard Cookie. Their questions made you snapped out of your thoughts.

"Wha-? Oh! Sorry guys, I was just thinking about something funny, that's all!" you answered with a nervous chuckle.

"Hmm, alright but be careful, we have to stay alert, we don't know what that weird clown has in store for us" Wizard replied.

His response made you feel upset a bit, it made you wanna correct him by telling him the name and actual role of the Beast of Deceit. Almost as if... you were defending him... ok no, this is going too far, you have to calm yourself before you do anything stupid, so you keep your thoughts to yourself and close your mouth.

You hear circus music coming from the theater, something that made everyone jump a bit, everyone was so on edge, but you weren't, you were getting excited because the show was about to start! The lights dimmed and a spotlight aimed at the theater curtains. Shadow Milk Cookie presented himself and a round of applause could be heard from different directions, even you were clapping and cheering for him! Your friends could tell there was something wrong with you.

After the first act of the play ended and the stage curtains closed, everyone was preparing for the next act, they were feeling anxious and a bit impatient. You, on the other hand, were walking around in one spot, thinking about how fun and exciting the show was. It made you unable to stop thinking about Shadow Milk Cookie, how funny and clever he is, how smart and talented and... handsome and dreamy and charming and... WHOA OK!! Getting a little too deep in thought there, better slow down before someone notices you swooning and sighing over the jester you were supposed to help take down.

But as you stopped those thoughts from taking over your mind, you noticed something moving in the corner of your eye. You looked over to the left and saw a jester-hatted jack-in-the-box puppet waving at you and signaling you to come over to where it was. You made sure no one was watching you and made your way there. When you got close to the puppet, it greeted you with a bow, which made you bow back and chuckle a bit, the puppet giggled with one hand on its mouth and another behind its back in response.

"Ok, I'm here, did you want to tell me something?" you asked curiously.

Then the puppet rummaged in its box and pulled out a soft black and blue jester hat with blueberry bells on its tips, just for you. You gasped quietly as to not alert your team, then you took the hat.

"Is this for me?" you asked, and the puppet nodded in agreement.

"Aww, thank you, little puppet!" you answered as you put on the hat.

It was a perfect fit, and it smelled like something... it smelled like... blueberry milk! The scented hat put you in a calm mood as you enjoyed the smell and sighed deeply.

You wanted to show your gratitude to the puppet, so after checking that nobody was watching you, you leaned over and gave a tender little kiss on its forehead. The puppet was surprised by your gentle action and pulled its hat over its flustered face to cover it, you giggled at the action and the puppet slowly hid in its box afterwards.

"Aw, don't worry, it's ok!" you said softly as you cupped the puppet's cheeks and gently nuzzled its head.

A few moments later, the stage curtains were lit up by a spotlight, the next act was starting soon!

"Oh, the show's about to start again!" you said, looking at the stage.

"It was so nice meeting you, little puppet, and thank you so much for the gift, bye!" you waved goodbye as you walked closer to your team, the puppet waving back as you left, you thought you saw it sigh sadly, but Gingerbrave stopped you from asking yourself if it actually did that.

"Whoa, cool hat Y/N Cookie!" said Gingerbrave excitedly.

"Oh, uhh, thanks!" you said in a calm tone, hoping no one would ask you where you got it from.

"Say, where did you get it?" of course it had to be Wizard Cookie who asked.

"I... found it. On the floor. I thought it was cool so I... decided to take it with me." you answered with a nervous chuckle.

But before Wizard could ask more questions on it, a thundering and charismatic voice resonated through the land.

"Ok, my dear audience!! Everyone get back to your seats and STAY QUIET, for the show is about to begin~!" said Shadow Milk Cookie after hearing the 3 Cookies talking while he made preparations for the show. Everyone just stayed silent afterwards, thank the stars.

Although, he noticed you wearing the hat that puppet gave you. Little did you know that he was disguised as that very same puppet! He did it because after your first meeting, he couldn't help but feel attached to you, a Cookie who showed no signs of fear and cowardice when he returned, it intrigued him. He wanted to know more about you and your nature, so he turned himself into the jack-in-the-box puppet you met and called you over. He bowed, saw you chuckle and bow (which made him blush and genuinely smile a bit, but luckily for him, the puppet form hid that), gave you the hat, saw how happy you were, and felt your kiss on his forehead and your gentle touch on his cheeks (he felt shocked from all of this, feeling his face burn from all the sudden affection, the soft look in your eyes made him feel like he was melting inside, he found himself enjoying this so much).

He remembered all of that from just looking at you with that silly hat, including the part when you left... He had never felt like this before, it all felt new to him after being imprisoned in the Tree for so long, he hasn't felt like this since before he got corrupted... it felt amazing... and comforting. When you waved goodbye and left, he couldn't help himself. He felt sad, lonely, like a string that was holding you two together was cut off so abruptly that it hurt him, he yearned for your voice, your touch, your whole self, he wanted... no... he needed you.

He sighed loudly, which made his audience question in their heads why he did that. He caught their confused looks, gasped silently, cleared his throat and composed himself. Now was not the time to be sappy, he had a show to put on, and by the stars he was gonna put on a captivating one. Maybe, after everything ends, and he finally gains his freedom by killing Elder Faerie, then maybe... he could reunite with you again... only time will tell.

[maxdibert]

Hi! Could you tell me your top 5 least favorite Harry Potter characters and why?

My 5 most hated characters in Harry Potter are:

5 - Molly Weasley: I can’t stand this woman. I can’t stand how she acts like a morally superior, pure-blood yet holds endless prejudices, especially (and mostly) toward other, younger women. I don’t like her tradwife vibe, and I don’t like how overbearing and suffocating she is. Seriously, in real life, I’d feel the urge to tell her off—she’s that typical annoying woman who doesn’t know where the boundaries are.

4 - Remus Lupin: Zero sympathy for a man almost forty who got a 24-year-old girl pregnant and then abandoned her. Remus Lupin is a coward and a piece of trash, a bullying accomplice who keeps his head down regarding his own actions and needs a 17-year-old to teach him a lesson in manhood. I really wish Tonks had left him and taken off with Teddy to get as far away as possible from that pathetic excuse for a person.

3 - Dumbledore: Starting with the fact that the entire problem of the story basically stems from his irresponsibility with Tom Riddle, which already showed that he was a terrible teacher. He only shows concern for students who can serve his purposes or suck up to him, and his involvement throughout the story shows a moral stance I find nauseating. I mean, he’s a guy who has the nerve to lecture his former students who “chose the wrong path,” but when those same students were under his care, he constantly neglected and rejected them just because they didn’t belong to a certain house. He had the audacity to call Severus Snape “miserable” when it was Dumbledore himself who allowed Snape to be bullied and almost killed without lifting a finger to stop it or punish the bullies. This same Dumbledore scolds Draco Malfoy for not trusting him when from Draco’s first day at Hogwarts, all he saw from the old man was favoritism toward a certain house and certain students, completely ignoring the rest. Honestly, I’d have banned him from teaching. There’s a lot said about Snape as a teacher, but Dumbledore was responsible for everything, allowed terrible things to happen, and turned his back on many vulnerable children and teenagers. Then he acted all surprised when they ended up in bad places. Screw him, hypocritical old man.

2 - Ginny Weasley: The “I’m not like other girls,” the “shut up, Hermione, you don’t know anything about Quidditch,” the “everyone look at me, I hex people, I’m one of the boys, I’m not vain but I’m hot, but I’m not prissy,” the “I make fun of girls who are pretty, flirty, and feminine because I’m a textbook pick-me girl” who is shoved into the end of the series. She’s a character who didn’t matter at all throughout the story; she’s barely mentioned in some books, but suddenly she’s Harry’s love interest because J.K. Rowling needed all her characters to end up married with 468749284 kids, and Harry needed to be part of the Weasley family. So, they had to do something. Ginny is a terrible character, going from irrelevant to some sort of Mary Sue who even the Slytherins drool over and who, of course, is not a “typical girl” because being a “typical girl” in Rowling’s world is somehow the original sin. So, she’s great at sports, hexes people, pulls pranks because she’s so cool, uh uh uh, she’s not like the others, uh uh uh, but she has internalized misogyny that you can smell from here to China. Honestly, someone should have slapped her for being so damn stupid.

1 - James Potter: There’s nothing I haven’t already said about James Potter. He’s a character who really grinds my gears because they try to sell him as some kind of hero, but he was just a spoiled rich kid who decided to torment a poor, vulnerable boy simply because that boy was friends with his crush. He used his social power and status to get away with all the crap he pulled, attacked in groups, lied to his girlfriend saying he’d stopped bullying people when he really hadn’t, and when he was supposed to be locked up in a house with his wife and son, he was off fooling around with his best friend. James Potter was an ass, and defending him is defending classism, elitism, and whitewashing social classes. I’m not going to explain why.

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Words Better Left Unread, or Is It? ~ Part III ☆

Part I Part II Part IV

Picture: Macaque's Dojo

“Shift a bit more to the right, Mk. To maintain your balance on your tail, you really need to tune into the sensation,” came the encouraging voice.

“It’s my tail, and I can definitely feel it! But no matter what I do, I keep tipping over!” Mk protested, frustration evident in his voice. He lost his balance again and landed unceremoniously on the ground with a soft, defeated “oof.” Wukong chuckled, but Mk could tell something was bothering him despite Wukong’s attempts to hide it. Mk paused and looked at Wukong, who was balancing on his tail. He always found it interesting that his tail was a little longer than Wukong’s but not as long as Macaque’s. When Wukong stood up, his tail didn’t quite reach the ground.

In contrast, Macaque’s tail appeared softer, and when it was raised, some of it even touched the ground. Mk realized that discussing Macaque might be a bit premature, as it would likely bother Wukong. However, knowing Mk’s curiosity, he couldn’t help but ask in a way that wasn’t very subtle; he ended up saying it out loud.

“So, Monkey King, why is Macaque's tail longer and fluffier than yours? And how is it that his tail is longer than ours, even though all three of us are monkey men?” Wukong didn't expect Mk to bring up Macaque, especially given the timing. Wukong's expression revealed that something was off, which Mk surprisingly noticed. Nevertheless, Wukong answered the question. 

"Some monkeys have different characteristics. I have less fur than Macaque. On my chest, there is a pink patch without any fur, while the macaque has a smaller, red patch that looks somewhat spiky but is soft, has a different shape, and is covered in fur. The same applies to our tails; his is long, mine is shorter, and yours is in-between compared to ours. But don't worry, you'll get a better sense of your monkey form at some point!"

Mk suddenly realized that Macaque was supposed to be at training today, just as he had promised. But where was he? Concerned, Mk turned to Wukong and asked, “Hey, did you see Macaque? He was supposed to be here for training today.” Wukong furrowed his brow, unsure of how to explain Macaque’s absence. He thought, Oh no, I really don’t want to have to tell Mk this. What could he even say? “Macaque writes letters to me that he never actually sends, using them to help process his emotions. Recently, Savage decided to give one of these letters to me. I couldn’t help but read it, and now Macaque is probably panicking and avoiding training to escape the situation.” Yeah, Wukong is definitely not on board with telling Mk.

Mk couldn't help but notice Wukong's reaction and asked, "What happened? Don’t tell me you two got into an argument, and he didn’t show up just to spite you?" Wukong froze; that wasn’t exactly what happened. It was partly true but also partly not. However, what Mk said next made Wukong freeze again—this was a terrible idea!

Mk crossed his arms, and frustration was evident in his voice. “Wukong, stop acting like a child! This isn’t just about you anymore,” he reprimanded, shaking his head. “You think I haven’t noticed how you’re handling this? If we don’t confront him together, we’re only making things worse!” He took a step closer, determined to get through to Wukong. “Macaque helped us defeat Lady Bone Demon and retrieve the scroll; he’s on our side! You need to trust that we can face this, but if you keep backing away, you only isolate yourself. We’re going, and that’s final!” His tone softened just a bit as he continued, “I know you’re scared, but you’re stronger than you think. We can do this together.” After that, Wukong looked like a dejected child, his shoulders slumping and his gaze cast downwards. The weight of doubt and fear clung to him, making it hard to find the resolve he once had. He seemed lost in thought, reflecting on the dangers ahead and the uncertainty of their mission. Clearly, the burden of their struggles weighed heavily on his heart, and the flicker of hope he had was now dimmed. 

Mk explained that he would take Wukong to see where Macaque lived, suggesting it might help clear the air. “I’ll wait outside while you two talk,” he said, trying to reassure Wukong. “Sometimes, facing someone in their own space can change everything.” He glanced at Wukong, gauging his reaction. “Just remember, this is about understanding and finding a way forward.” With a nod, Wukong seemed to soften a bit, the tension in his expression easing. They set off, hoping this meeting would be the first step toward healing the rifts between them.  He paced back and forth, gripping his hair in frustration. Mk couldn't help but say that he felt like the wise Subodhi. 

With Mk, they flew onto Wukong’s cloud in his bird transformation, guiding the way to Macaque’s dojo. When they landed, Wukong noticed the area where Macaque lived. “Is this where he lives? In this neighborhood? It’s a pretty dangerous area,” he remarked. Mk pointed out, “Yeah, but he’s the Six-Eared Macaque; he should be fine.” Wukong noted how Mk spoke about Macaque; it was clear the kid viewed him positively, seeing him as a warrior—the warrior he once was. Wukong then realized, “A dojo? His place is a dojo?” He couldn’t help but snicker, but his laughter quickly turned to nervousness as Mk approached the door to knock. 

They heard Macaque's voice drift through the air, husky and heavy with fatigue. "Not interested," he said. His tone had an unmistakable weariness, a grogginess that suggested he had endured a restless night. Clearly, he hadn't slept; the roughness of his voice indicated he had spent hours tossing and turning, possibly preoccupied with worry or contemplation. Wukong couldn't help but wonder if the arrival of that letter had affected Macaque to such a degree that it robbed him of his rest. This thought weighed heavily on him as he considered the depth of Macaque's unease. Mk also noticed it and looked at Wukong with concern, clearly showing that he cared for Macaque. Mk then spoke up, saying it was him and Wukong, just as they heard a loud noise of weapons clattering to the ground from somewhere high above in his place, followed by a muttered, “Crap.”

“Don’t you have training to get to? I didn’t feel up for it today, Kid. Maybe next week.”Mk knew he was avoiding Wukong, so he scolded Macaque to get him to open the door. “Come on, Macaque! I know you’re in there! You can’t just hide away like this,” he shouted, his voice a mix of frustration and urgency. “We need to talk, and you can’t keep shutting everyone out! I know you’re tired, but at least let me in to sort this out.” Despite his stern words, Mk couldn't shake the feeling of sympathy for Macaque, who looked weary and worn from a sleepless night. The silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the unsettling clinks of metal weapons being picked up and shifted around. Macaque remained detached, seemingly lost in his thoughts, choosing to ignore the attempt at conversation. Sensing the growing tension, Mk took a deep breath and prepared to speak again, hoping to reach the man behind the formidable façade. 

Mk inhaled deeply, the cool air filling his lungs as he raised his hand to the door, knocking firmly once more. The sound resonated softly through the stillness of the hallway, a solitary echo amidst the quiet. After what felt like an eternity of tense silence, the door creaked open slowly, revealing Macaque standing in the frame. His expression was palpable annoyance; his brows furrowed, and his eyes narrowed as he glared at Mk. The irritation was evident on his face, as if the mere thought of facing Wukong’s familiar, with all its infuriating traits, had worn thin his patience.

“I’m not talking to him.”

He was, of course, referring to Wukong. Mk groaned and then began to plead, “Come on! Just talk to him! Think about how you worked together for the Lady Bone Demon and the ink scrolls. I know you both care more than you want to admit, and you miss each other—you miss the friendship! Just talk it out for once!” Wukong shifted uncomfortably, glancing around with anxious eyes as he stood in the shadow of Mk, his heart racing. The air was thick with tension, and he felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him, starkly contrasting with Mk's confident stance. As Mk continued, Macaque had enough. 

“Well, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, I haven’t slept, so I’m timing it. Come in.” Mk stayed outside and walked to the side, revealing the nervous wreck of the Monkey King. The door closed from behind Wukong when he nervously walked in. Wukong hated how it felt as if he had been “caught” reading the letter at this very moment. 

“I know you read that letter. Your impulsiveness couldn’t help it. Now get what you want to say out and leave.”

What Wukong said next surprised them both.

[dsireland86]

Hi, I was just wondering if i could request a Song inspired fic with Jolly x fem reader? And i was thinking the song Faithfully by Journey?

I absolutely love Journey and this song! Thank you for this!!!

Faithfully

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"Highway run into the midnight sun Wheels go 'round and 'round, you're on my mind Restless hearts sleep alone tonight Sendin' all my love along the wire"

He missed her. More than he would say. Jolly laid in his bunk, hearing the hum of the bus's engine and feeling its vibration. He was lonely for her, even though he and the band had much to do for the next few weeks.   

Tossing and turning, his heart was restless. He couldn't sleep, not without her body curled up into him. Grabbing his phone, he opened his picture folder and searched through the countless ones he had of her smiling as he did so. Then he stopped. That was it. That was the one he was looking for. It was a simple picture, one of her in her pj's sitting on the couch with her feet curled up into her like always. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun with loose strands falling out. She was looking at him with a small smile on her face because she hated having her picture taken, even though Jolly took many of her. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful. Inside and out. And she was his. Totally, one hundred percent his. He missed her terribly

"Good morning, beautiful," Jolly answered, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Have a rough night?"

Jolly nodded, still half asleep.

"Awe. Why? What's wrong?" 

"I don't have you here. That's what's wrong. I miss you more than I thought I would"

"Awe Jolly, baby," she sighed. "I know how you feel. I slept like shit last night, too. I miss you so badly that I had to sleep in one of your shirts. I think I'm going to have to until you come home.

"Which shirt," Jolly grinned.

Y/N stood up, revealing Jolly's Swedish flag shirt.

"Hmm, my favorite one," he smiled.

"Exactly," she smiled back, returning to her seat.

"I Iove you."

"I love you too."

"I'm forever yours."

"Faithfully. I've got to go. Gotta get ready for this really important meeting I have in three hours," she said, kissing her fingers and laying them on the screen of her phone.

"Okay, babe. Good luck."

"Thanks. You too. I know you'll crush it tonight. You and the boys always do, and yes I mean Matt, too."

Jolly laughed, loving how she remembered not to single Matt out after the comment he made over Christmas last year.

"Say hey to everyone for me."

"Will do. Bye."

Jolly ended the call and threw the blankets off, getting up to start the day.

"They say that the road ain't no place to start a family Right down the line it's been you and me And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be Oh, girl you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully"

Seven shows in, three more left. Jolly and the boys were whooped. Before the show, he video called y/n, but immediately she knew something was wrong. She said his face didn't hold that normal glow. She was worried about him and asked if she needed to take time off from work and fly out to the next show.

"No, babe, I'm good. Really. I'm just tired. You have enough on your plate. You don't need to worry about me. Only two more shows after tonight, then I'll be home and between your legs, deep inside you, showing you just how much I missed you."

"Oh, baby, you're making my panties wet just thinking about it," Y/N laughed lightly.

"Shut up and stop being such a tease."

"Okay, well, you keep telling yourself that you're okay, Karlsson, but I know you better than you know yourself."

Jolly chuckled.

"I know this isn't easy."

"What?"

"Being with me, loving me while I'm always on the road. I know it's not what you signed up for."

Y/N sighed.

"Jolly, baby, listen, I know I didn't sign up for this. People change, and situations and plans change. But my love for you, that has never changed. You're my person. You'll always be my person, and I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully," Jolly continued. "I love you, too."

"Good. Now, go out there, kick tonight in the ass so you can finish this tour and come home to me."

"Yes, ma'am." 

"And bein' apart ain't easy on this love affair Two strangers learn to fall in love again. I get the joy of rediscovering you. Oh girl, you stand by me, I'm forever yours, faithfully". 

It's the last night of the tour, then he goes home tomorrow. Jolly was hyped, full of excitement, to be going home to his woman. The guys noticed this and were happy to finally have him back with them, mentally.

The show started and Jolly played just like every night before, but with a little more spirit, except this time when he looked over at the side of the stage, Y/N was standing there, watching him with the biggest smile on her face.

His heart skipped a beat, and the happiness that overtook him was overwhelming. He smiled back at her, absolutely stunned that she really did give up her time to come out and be with him.

"What are you doing here!"

Y/N didn't even bother to answer Jolly, just gathered him up in her arms and kissed him all over his face. Jolly was sweaty, and his hair was damp and sticking somewhat to his face, but she didn't care. He was back in her arms and that was all that mattered.

"You needed me, so I came. I just couldn't get the time off until today."

Jolly was shocked and the look on his face said it.

"I'm going to assume the look on your face right now is a happy shock and not an unhappy shock," she laughed, cupping Jolly's face and kissing him.

His hands found Y/N's lower back as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, smiling as she did. Jolly leaned in, bending her back a little, and kissed her back, smiling too. Her arms snaked around his neck as Jolly's lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, laughing as he spun her around.

"You bet your ass it's a happy shock. I love you," he muttered softly, planting a soft kiss on the end of her nose.

"I love you too, " she whispered.

"And I'm forever yours,"

"Faithfully." 

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my flame

Summary: What happens when you take a hyperactive tsundere and a passive tsundere? You get something surprisingly cute. Now what happens when passive tsundere visits hyperactive tsundere at his school?

OR

Ace and Rollo are dating. Rollo comes to visit Ace at NRC. You already know where this is going

Notes: I think I had this draft since like last year??????????? Like girl it was so long ago but all i know is that i saw an opportunity for Ace to get together with this deeply troubled man and i took it.

Gift for @mikariin

Also thank you to mika for writing all these ace fics <3 I thought i would forever be in a drought.

Ace wouldn’t say he felt left out. Neither would he admit it whether he thought so. 

The truth was however, that sometimes he couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt and ever so outcasted from the group when they talked.  

A few examples would be the third years from other dorms. Whilst the others had their ‘own’ senpai of sorts Ace sort of just hung around, none of third years that weren’t Cater or Trey willing to talk or deal with him. And that was cool sure, he didn’t give them much of a chance to like him. But seeing his friends get their hair ruffled and actively cared for by them, just kinda stung. 

Another example would be how often he got paired up with them. For some reason it seemed as if everytime there was an event of some kind he was never with them fully. Meanwhile, they almost always had each other which sorta made it awkward to talk about shared experiences. 

And like yeah, he could open up to them about his life and what not but the unsquashed down fear put a stop to it. For example, how was he supposed to introduce to them his boyfriend. And like, how was he supposed to know if they were still going to like him or not? Ace might like to act aloof and above it all but losing these friends. They were special. 

Ace sighed again as he flopped onto his bed. He was the only one in the dorm. Deuce having gone on a run with Jack, Sebek and Epel. Ortho had also agreed to come to track their vitals when they ran. Ace sighed again, this time slightly annoyed. Why couldn’t at least one of them be interested in fashion, it would make all their sports talk more intriguing, but unfortunately, they all seemed to be more into the activity than the clothes to do the activity. 

“Degenerates.” Ace pouted as he turned on his stomach and unlocked his phone, his home screening facing him. It was a picture of them all, smiling happily, all holding ice creams, with the exception of Ortho who had opted to throw a peace sign. He smiled sadly at the image before going on the messenger app and finding his boyfriend at the top of his contacts. 

He smiled when he clicked on him their messages from last night showing that they’ve been talking about the reasons of their favourite ice creams/ Whilst Ace insisted that Cherry was clearly superior, his boyfriend (the cookies and creams traitor) had argued that cherry flavour was not good in every format and that Ace just had an addiction. He heavily refuted that statement, despite the many cherry related things he had eaten throughout the year. 

You: I’m bored!!! 

It was within seconds that his boyfriend responded to him  and Ace let a smile appear on his face. 

Old man: What do you need from me darling? 

Ace freely let out a giggle as he squirmed in delight without an audience to see his embarrassing reaction to his boyfriends pet name for him. 

You: For you to be in my bed. 

As sexual as it sounded Ace had genuinely wanted his boyfriend to come over to NRC and be with him for the comfort. To see him, to cuddle with him, to kiss him…and yeah also for some sexual reasons but that was beside the point. Ace sighed dreamily imagining being able to bump into his boyfriend on his way to class, exchanging hurried kisses in the rush to get to the next class, make outs in the hallways, cuddling whist studying, the constant reassurances. Yeah, it would be nice to have his boyfriend near him again. The summer they had spent previously feeling all too much like a dream for comfort. 

Old man: Well lucky for you I am. 

Ace blinked at the text before jumping up and furiously typing back a reply. 

You: WAIT WHAT?! 

Old man: Yes. My school is coming over in 2 weeks. I had assumed your  

headmaster had already informed you but I guess not. Can’t wait to see you, my love. 

And in the privacy of his dorm room where no one was there to hear or see him, Ace let out the happiest scream of excitement and happiness ever. 

You: I LOVE YOU! 

Old man: Love you too princess. Now, as much as I hate to, I still need to finish packing some last minute things. Talk to you soon. 

You: love you! bye! 

Ace threw his phone on the bed before getting up to jump on said bed in happiness. His boyfriend was coming! After being unable to see him except for the occasional face time since the winter holidays, he was finally coming over! 

Ace collapsed back onto his bed, giggling still as he panted. Immediately, however, he sat back up and grabbed his phone from the edge of the bed where it had been dangling due to the prior jumping. He then opened the clothes store and began browsing. 

Time to shop! 

However, elsewhere, a certain 11 students all shivered, looking over their shoulder in confusion. For some reason, they sensed a looming disaster coming. 

Why?  

Because the dear boyfriend was Rollo Flamm. 

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“And just what the hell is taking Crowley so long.” Grouched Leona as the rest of the house wardens, with the exception of Malleus stood. In his stead was Lilia instead. 

“All you youngsters are too impatient.” Lilia chided teasingly but judging by the number of teeth in his smile then it meant that he was also getting irritated by how long it was taking Crowley to respond. 

“Yes well, some of us have duties and responsibilities to get to now.” Reminded an annoyed Vil, hand on his hip as he stared at the door of Crowley’s office in anger. 

“Maybe something happened to him.” Voiced a worried Kalim, much to the endearment of Lilia but the annoyance of the others. 

“All the better.” Whispered Azul under his breath and Riddle, the only one close enough to hear him, privately agreed. Out loud Azul said “Well, then if that had happened maybe we should now consider who to elect as the new headmaster.”  

“Morbid.” Called out Idia from his tablet. 

“One of these days I’m going to drag you to this meeting properly, Idia-senpai.” Declared Riddle with a polite smile before knocking on the door to the office, “And one of these days I’m going to kick this door down.” He got out through a smile. Azul subtly inched away from him as Idia’s tablet whizzed to hid behind Lilia. 

“Allow me.” Smiled Lilia. Just as he raised his foot to kick the door down and shake Crowley for an answer as to why they had to wait so long the door opened and out emerged a smiling, giggling red head. Said redhead was wearing a white headband that has two bits sticking out. He also wore a white halter top with a red and white bomber jacket, ending the look with a mini leather skirt and high-top boots. In his ears were two little cherry earrings and around his neck there was a matching cherry chocker. 

“Hma hm” hummed Ace happily as he held some papers to his chest, a wide smile (yes smile Riddle blinked the sparkles away) and waved at the senpai. “Oh, hi senpai! Crowley’s in there if you want to talk to him.” And without another word he skipped (yes skipped) off to his dorm, taking out his phone from his bomber jacket pocket. 

The house wardens stared at him, blinking slightly, still trying to get rid of the effects of the sparkles out. When they finally did, Leona raised one arm and pointed at the direction where the younger boy had skipped away. “What.” He started, turning to stare at Riddle as if his head had turned into a tea pot. “The fuck. Was that?” 

“I have no idea.” It took a moment for Riddle to form his answer, still in shock by what he saw. 

“That was Ace-san, correct?” Azul asked, taking off his glasses to inspect them for smudges, 

“Yup.” Kalim answered the affirmative, head tilting in happy confusion. Whilst yes it excited him when he saw others happy, he couldn’t help but feel confused in Ace’s case. From what Jamil had told him, Ace seemed only happy when he had pulled off a prank or had gotten out of work, and that was almost always accompanied by a smirk and a gleam in his eyes. Currently Kalim couldn’t see any of that. All he saw was pure and utter joy in the boy’s face as he skipped off…okay yeah and maybe a little deviousness as well, but it was only a little! 

“And I thought the only one who could smile like that was Kalim.” Lilia chuckled slightly, tilting his head as he stared at where Ace had just been. “Interesting.” He smirked. Maybe that little first year had more to him than just a penchant for mischief, 

“Thank god my DEF was through the roof and I wasn’t there to see it IRL.” Commented Idia. 

“One of these days I’m going to get you to speak properly.”   

“Classist ahem.” Coughed Leona, as if he wasn’t royalty but semantics. When Vil turned to glare at him he merely smirked and made his way to Crowley’s office. 

“I wonder if Ace-san finally finished Crowley off for us.” Azul said out loud, hand on his chin as thoughts off taking advantage of the situation made their way through his head. 

“So help me I’m going to collar him if he’s done something…” threatened Riddle as he reopened the door to Crowley/s office only to trail off when he saw the man face down in despair. “Headmaster!” 

The others filed in after him, circling Crowley’s office, a mixture of expressions of their faces. Mainly glee. 

“Headmaster Crowley! Are you okay?” Kalim asked sweetly, looking over the other worried. In fact, he was the only one who showed some time of worry. The rest looked either bored or gleeful. “You look like you’ve realised your actual age!” continued Kalim, ignoring Azul who squinted his eyes at him. Okay, so maybe Kalim was also a little petty. 

“Ah, yes!” Crowley bounced up, smiling happily at his students as tears ran down his face. 

“Stop lying!”. Leona and Vil looked at each other in disgust when they realised they’d said that in sync. 

“What did Ace-shi do? You look like you just spent all night farming to get the limited edition card you’ve wanted since day one only to get a duplicate for another card and then a card from the general starter collection.” 

“Ace-kun is most…persistent.” Crowley struggled to find a word to describe the redhead that wouldn’t cause a lawsuit, accepting the tissue that Kalim had handed over to him. “In any case, Riddle-kun I’m going to need a…favour of you.” It was as if someone had poured over his acid and then added salt from the way he had said those words. 

“A favour? From me??” for once Riddle was dumbfounded. 

“Yes, and not from me?” Azul ignored the look of utter disgust radiating from Leona and Lilia and glared at Crowley. 

“Well since none of your first years are important enough to get themselves roped into half the things Ace-kun does, no I’m not doing a deal with you.”  

Leona, Vil and Lilia hid their smirks behind their hands whilst Idia openly smirked in the safety of his own room. Kalim just soothingly rubbed Azul’s shoulder in consolation whilst the other looked like he was either plotting to murder Crowley or to sign up a first year to befriend the first year group. 

“Okay. So, what is this favour?” asked Riddle, seemingly over his little existential crisis, and was determined to fill out whatever Crowley wanted him to do. 

“I need you to not collar Ace-kun for the next week.” 

“No.” surprisingly enough, the same vigour that went into accepting the favour was used when rejecting it. 

Leona snorted whilst Lilia let out  a giggle. Vil hid his own amusement behind a poorly concealed cough. Meanwhile, Idia was laughing whilst on mute and Azul was still trying to get over his own crisis with Kalim aiding him. 

“Yes.” Crowley responded, already looking like he wanted to end his life. 

“No” repeated Riddle 

“What are you, a sadist?” asked Crowley, mildly disturbed by how unwilling one of his students was to not take away someone magic. He shook his head and stood up moving to the window. “Anyways, yes you are. I refuse to deal with him and his family .” declared crowley 

“Who?” but Riddle never got his answer. Mainly because Crowley had transformed into a crow and flew out the open window. 

“How did he end up being headmaster?” Lilia asked himself, rubbing his chin in confusion. 

“Who knows, who cares.” Leona yawned as he walked out, the others hot on his heel. “Good luck Rosehearts, try not to screw this up. I would so hate for you to be expelled in front of my very eyes.” But the smirk he sent the other said something different. 

“Move it.” Voil roughly elbowed past him 

Riddle ignored the squabbling behind and focused on what he was going to do about his own first year. How was he supposed to not collar him? He made it so hard! 

“Don’t worry Riddle! I trust you!” smiled Kalim and for a moment Riddle was blinded before he gave Kalim a small smile back and nodded.  

Riddle very much doubted it. 

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Turns out Riddle had no reason to be so worried. Ace had been a perfect angel throughout the week. Ace hadn’t complained about or broken a single rule. Even at the most absurd ones, he had complied and did it to perfection, even putting Riddle to shame once or twice. Had smiled politely and addressed him, Cater and Trey politely and had even stopped antagonizing Deuce as much. He’d even helped him with his homework.  

The entire dorm was afraid. Hell, scratch that, the entire school was terrified.  

He’d witnessed Ace smile beautifully at other dorms including Savanaclaw, Igihide and Diasmonia students. The house wardens for said dorms had approached him, inquiring (okay that was a nice word for what those three had done but semantics) about what was up with Ace.  

Riddle could only shrug and answer that he had no idea. 

He had attempted to send a couple of people to figure out what was wrong with Ace but nobody was willing to talk about the redhead. Saying his name resulted in to kinds of reactions these days. One was a love sick puppy face were they started reciting his every perfection. The other had been running for the hills and screaming. 

Now, Riddle could have gone to Ace and asked him what was going on. Hell, he should have asked what was going on from the start. However, when he had gone to confront Ace, he had turned to stare at the widest, most glittering eyes he had seen and when he had blinked he’d realised that those eyes belonged to Ace. Pride, burned and crumbled, he had hightailed his way away from Ace and prayed that whatever the hell was going on, would end. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“Do you think this is an actual meeting or did Crowley hold it for shits and giggled?” Leona growled as he stared at the still closed door. He looked around and was confused to find housewarden, vices and those who went to the city of flowers trip all crowded around the room. Of course, Crowley wasn’t even there but the lizard was? 

“Yeah? Why am i here? I have a shift in like 20 minutes!” huffed Ruggie from beside him. Leona made a mental reminder to himself to give Ruggie more for cleaning his clothes later on. 

“Maybe he wanted us to talk about a new trip and he invited those from the other trip so they could share what they liked!” Kalim, ever the optimist suggested. 

“And the vices are here because?” asked Jamil, raising an eyebrow at the suggestion. 

“All people, no matter their station in life can have valuable insights!” Kalim sweetly smiled and Jamil returned the smile, with just as much poison. Leona curled his lips at the display and mentally congratulated the two at finally gaining their own set of claws. 

“Okay I’m gonna le-” stood up Ruggie. 

“STUDENTS I AM HERE!” Came a loud voice and they all winced at the sheer volume of the man's voice. When Leona turned to glare and yell back at the volume, he stopped short.  

Crowley was covered in head to toe in what looked like Styx-issued protective gear, was holding his magic cane and whip in both hands and had placed a barrier around himself.  

There was a second before the third- and second-years in the room out their magic items out and glared at Crowley with a look that said, ‘spill or you will be spilled.’ 

“What did you do?” demanded Vil, his voice cold as ice as he stared at the headmaster in disgust. 

“You see,” started Crowley, already itching back and away from the possible blood bath. “NBCarecomingovertomorrowokaybye!” and with that he ran outside the room, getting chased by a  few spells as he did. 

“What did he say?” Kalim tilted his head in confusion. 

“The embassy is coming tomorrow?”  

“To check up on how shit the school is?” 

“You never know! Maybe they want to recruit some people from the school!  

“No one who’s smart is recruiting anyone from this school.” 

Whilst everyone who did not go to the City of Flowers was arguing about what Crowley said, the ones who did go stilled as the realisation about the disaster show that was going to happen. 

Because do you know who’s part of the NBC school? Rollo Flamm. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“…and make sure to show our school off and make us proud!” droned on Rollo’s professor.  

In front of the Night Raven college gates stood Rollo’s school in all their glory, shock evident on their face at the sheer size of the school before them 

“Magnifique.” A student beside Rollo muttered slowly, gawking at the building as if it was the answer to their prayers. 

Rollo refrained from scoffing, finding the entire thing to be tacky and old. Quite frankly the only good thing about the damned place was that Ace was there. 

“WELCOME STUDENTS!” Came a loud voice and when Rollo turned there stood Dire Crowley, in all his feathered glory. 

“Good lord that thing is ugly.” Hissed Rollo under his breath, bringing his handkerchief to his mouth in disgust. A few students that heard him nodded along with his comment, but also mildly fascinated at how extra one man is. 

“We hope you will enjoy our school like we enjoyed yours.” Came a voice from behind Crowley and there Rollo could see was Mozus Trein.  

“I’m sure we will. As long as there are no flaming flowers.” coughed professor Trein behind a gloved fist. There was some awkward laugher before Crowley took control of the conversation again 

“As always, I am so happy to welcome more students to our great school, which has stood here for a century! Please we, come into Night Raven College!” Crowley spread his arms dramatically, showcasing the schools grand stature. 

‘I just want to see Ace.’  

And those seemed to be the magic words as he saw familiar red hair. There was his boyfriend. 

“Rollo!” the younger yelled in excitement and he could see Crowley flinch away in fear at the voice He held in a cackle about what his boyfriend could have possibly done to a grown man before spreading his arms just in the nick of time to catch his boyfriend in his arms. 

Time seemed to stop. There was no one else in that moment except for the two of them, the others just being insignificant weeds who had no attention or drive.  There was an awkward cough behind them but they paid them no attention. Their focus was on each other. 

Ace finally pulled back and giggled, before grabbing his hand and leading him forwards. “C’mon let me show you around!”  

The two took off ahead, leaving the rest of the students and faculty behind. Distantly he could hear Crowley crying as the teachers surrounding him looked upon him with nothing but disgust. 

“Let me show you to my dorm first!” Ace pulled him back to him and Rollo nodded. 

“Of course, my love.” he placed a gentle kiss to their conjoined hands and savoured Ace’s shy giggle. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“So, this is Heartslabyul!” Ace announced, pointing to a large red building, surrounded by a rose bush maze and heart shaped rose trees that the students seemed to be painting. 

“Very red.” Rollo noted “Also, a lot of rose bushes.”   

“Yup! They’re a homeage to the original queen of hearts who was obsessed with roses back in the day.”  

Ace then took him on a tour around the dorm gardens, pointing out where the hedgehogs were, where the flamingos they used as sticks were and so and so forth. Rollo merely nodded again, having to fight back down the urge to take a picture of Ace cuddling the hedgehogs. 

Eventually all good things came to an end when they bumped into Trey, Cater, Riddle and Deuce. Oh, this should be good. 

“HI everyone!” Ace greeted happily, wrapping his arms around Roll’s and nuzzling up to him. “This is my boyfriend, Rollo!” Ace introduced happily, even though he knew the shit fest that was going to happen. 

See, he already knew what his boyfriend did. How could he not? After he had bullied the information out of Sebek, Epel and Deuce he had personally gone to the city of Flowers to bully Rollo for what he had done. But things had escalated and shifted and once poisonous conversations had turned teasing and loving. Glares to concerned and shy glances, cheeks puffed up in frustration where now adorned with a blush. 

He would just have to explain that to everyone. 

“Deuce come with me. Rollo stay here and talk to my upperclassmen.” he gave his boyfriend a peck on the cheek and then grabbed deuces arm and dragged him into a quiet corner. 

It was time...to talk about...feelings. 

UGH. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“Listen here you rat.” hissed Riddle, pointing his staff at Rollo, much to the surprise of the two from his dorm who had jumped at the tone of his voice. “You will undo whatever dark magic you have placed my card soldier under or so help me i-” 

“You truly believe I would use something as primitive and worthless as...magic?” the man sounded disgusted at the mere thought. 

Trey and Cater raised an eyebrow at the other and looked at each other and then back at him. “Not to be captain obvi, but aren’t you...” Cater gestures to all of Rollo, trying to gesture what he means.    

“Trust me I am well aware of the curse that runs through my veins, as much as I hate it, I cannot do anything about it.” 

“Not like you didn’t try.” Rollo and Riddle glared at each other, before Rollo continued on. 

“Listen here, Rosehearts. Whatever contempt I might feel for magic, doesn’t overshadow my feelings for Ace. I intend to treat him right and a person. Unlike you, I have stopped viewing people as possessions.” he sneered at Riddle behind his handkerchief that he had taken out. “I would suggest you start focusing on making Ace feel wanted within his own dorm, then worrying about those who truly care for him.” 

“Why you-!” 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“And he’s treating your right?” asked Deuce, for the nth time since Ace had dragged him over to the corner to talk about...feelings. 

“Yes.” Ace replied, trying, for once, to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He knew that Deuce was trying to be supportive and protective in his own way and he also understood that dating somebody with Rollo’s....history was also incredibly questionable so he could deal with the prodding and the questioning. What he can’t deal with is Deuce trying ad trying to hug him. Absolutely not. 

“...So, you bullied him when you first met him?” Deuce raised an eyebrow, smirk in place as Ace mirrored with his own. 

“Oh, so much, you’d actually support me for it.” they both laughed as Ace explained the pranks, the pointed words and the glares that he had subjected Rollo to when his family had decided to vacation there briefly for spring. 

“Well, as long as he knows his place and where he stands, I’m happy for you Ace. Really.” Deuce tried to pull Ace in for a hug which Ace reluctantly accepted. 

What?! So maybe he was feeling happy that Deuce accepted his relationship with Rollo? So damn what? 

“We should probably head back before they think you killed me.” Ace tried to extract himself from the hug without seeming insensitive. 

“Huh? Why would I kill you?” Deuce tilted his head and Ace sighed. 

“Sometimes, I truly do worry about you loosey Deucey.” Ace threw an arm over the youngers shoulder before dragging him back to their senpai, ignoring Deuce’s squawk of irritation. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

When Ace and Deuce finally got back to where they had originally left their upperclassmen, Ace isn’t going to lie, he had excepted a battleground or a warzone to have taken place. Instead, the place was still clean and tidy, as if it didn’t know the word battle, and everyone was unharmed, even if Housewarden Riddle looked like he was very much read to punch Rollo in the face. 

“So, you all talked?” 

“It was a very... enlighting conversation.” Riddle got out through forced teeth, unable to stop himself from glaring at Rollo. 

Truthfully, the conversation had been enlighting. Whilst Trey and Cater restrained him Rollo had spent the 20 minutes that Ace was away beating Riddle for his treatment off the redhead which had caused Riddle to have a few existential crisis, and from the looks of it Deuce had had a couple as well. 

“Hey Acey!” Cater waved, 

“Hi senpai!” Ace waved back before trotting over to his boyfriend and wrapping an arm around his arm and pulling him down so he could press a kiss on his cheek, “What did you guys talk about?”  

“A conversation for another time, my flower.” Rollo pressed a tender kiss on the side of his head, amused by the flush on Ace’s cheek at such a gesture. “Now, you were going to show me around?” 

Ace finished off the rest of the tour, merely citing where the bathroom, kitchens and living spaces where (also a few, ahem, secret rooms for later) 

The tours around the rest of the dorms where much shorter. He would only pop in to say hello to a first year (Who, apart from Jack and Ortho, all looked like they wanted to slaughter Rollo, Sebek most of all) and his basketball teammates. Overall, despite the fact that Diasmonia tried to roast his boyfriend alive over what happened on their trip, everything worked out fine. 

They even bumped into Crowley a few times, and the man looked like he aged every time he saw the two of them, much to the amusement of literally everyone in attendance. Unfortunately, birdman gets his comeback later on at all the hushed snickering. 

“I am making this announcement to inform you about a ball that will be hosted later tonight to welcome the students who have travelled out here today! Attendance in mandatory!” 

So, whilst Pomefiore students were stressing out that they hadn’t done the appropriate skin care necessary or didn’t have the right dress or suit for the occasion, and whilst Savanaclaw stressed about having to attend a ball of all things and the mini fish mafia lamented over not being able to be the ones hosting the food, Ace hid his excited smile. 

“Is there anything wrong, my flower?” Rollo asked, leaning down and cupping Ace’s cheek in concern when he had noticed his boyfriend go quiet. 

“No, nothing!” Ace had reassured him, leaning up on his toes to get a kiss. “Just excited for tonight's ball!” he answered. 

Rollo also leaned down, and the two of them shared a sweet, short kiss, mindful of the glares that they were receiving from above, below and side to side. “Can’t wait to see you in whatever you wear. I’m sure you’ll look exquisite.” he whispered the last statement into Ace's ears, pleased by the little shiver from the redhead and the slow reddening of his ears. 

“Just make sure you wear something red.” Ace told him. “Now, I need to go get ready!” 

“Already?” 

“Yes! Go wait with your school, i don’t want anyone to attack you.” Ace urged protectively and Rollo had to restrain himself from squeezing his boyfriend due to how cute he was being. 

“You worry too much.” Rollo coughed behind his handkerchief but was secretly pleased. “Now, i do hope all this time away from me will be worth it!” he whispered into Ace’s ears again and chuckled when Ace smacked his chest away, harumphed and walked away back to his dorm, blush spreading down to his neck. 

Rollo took this time to go back to his own school and peers, just in the nick of time as he felt a spell wiz behind his ear. Behind him he could hear scuffling and someone being shoved with others insulting the person who had missed. 

‘Ugh, magic’ Rollo rolled his eyes, ‘So primitive and crude.’ 

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One thing about Crowley, no matter how cheap he is, he’s also fancy. The grand hall was decorated with beautiful decorations, flowers were in every corner, the tables, covered with a dark purple cloth, were covered in eggs, ranging from eggs to chicken to cakes. Rollo would quite frankly prefer to observe all the decorations as he waited for his boyfriend but since when does he get what he wants? 

“Rollo Flamm.” Malleus Draconia’s imposing figure towered over him menacingly with Azul Ashengrotto and Idia Shroud flanking him on either side. “Whatever curse you have placed on Trappola you will undo and you will-” 

“Ace isn’t under a spell.” Deuce interrupted Malleus. He was holding a plate just full of devilled eggs. “He and I talked about it and even though Mr Flamm is clearly psychotic and needs to go to therapy, he makes Ace happy and isn’t mind controlling him.” 

Rollo felt a vein throb as everyone snickered around him. “Thank you, Deuce Spade. Your words mean so much to me.” he thanked through gritted teeth 

“You’re saying Ace-shi is willingly dating this dweeb?” Idia asked, pointing a thumb at Rollo. It was a large surprise to everyone that he had come to such a social event, without even needing Ortho to force him to do so.  

“I agree!” Azul nodded, looking sad for the redhead. “I’m sure Ace-san can do better. I, ever so benevolent am willing to-” 

“Absolutely not.” Rollo and Riddle snapped at the same time, before glaring at each other. 

“What on earth is going on here?” asked a blonde in a purple, floor length gown. So, this must be the model Vil Schoenheit 

“Ace is getting mind controlled by this shit eatin-” 

“Epel Felmiere hold your tongue!” snapped Vil, looking horrified by Epel’s mouth. 

“He isn’t wrong!” argued Sebek in Epel’s defence. “This disgrace to the magical community-” 

“Listen. I absolutely hate all of you here, not a single one of you has earned my respect in anyway.” Jamil and Ruggie flipped him off with glares. “However, Ace, after subjecting me to numerous pranks, glares and many other things has made me fall in love with him-.” 

“Are you a masochist?” asked Leona, raising an eyebrow. 

“I can squeeze you if you’re into that.” 

“-Anyways.” Rollo growled, glaring at the two who merely gave him nasty smiles. “Ace is easy and so hard to love. No matter how much contempt for magic I may have, Ace will always be at the centre of my world.” 

“Excuse us for being concerned about out friend dating a psychopath.” huffed Epel, crossing his arms and pointing his tongue at Rollo, much to the annoyance of Vil and Rollo. 

“Look, I don’t care what-” 

“WOW.” 

Everyone turned at what would cause such a commotion and Rollo felt his heart jump to his throat. He could feel his heart skip a beat. He could feel himself ascend to the heavens. Ace was Stunning 

Ace was in a floor length gown, that trailed behind him. The gown was a deep wine red, a classic ace colour, and was in a sweetheart neckline, which has small little rubies encrusted on it. Th dress had angel sleeves which flowed around his arms beautifully and made him seem like a classical painting. His eyelashes were curled and were adorned with a small gem, and his eyes were painted with a beautiful maroon colour that made his red eyes pop. His lips were a pouty pink colour and many wanted to be the ones to kiss the colour off.  

He looked incredible. 

“Hi.” Ace waved shyly, much to everyone surprise, not used to seeing the usually arrogant first-year so docile. “How do I look?” he asked, gesturing to all of him. 

Rollo didn’t answer his boyfriend straight away. Instead, he took in the site of the redhead some more before tipping the youngers chin and pulling him into a deep kiss, fully ignoring the sensation of angry hornets plotting their revenge from afar. “Exquisite.” he said after pulling away, delighting smugly in the way Ace blushed. “Now, will you join me for a dance, my flame?” 

“Sure, why not.” Ace could have pulled being nonchalant had he actually looked up at his boyfriend and didn’t resemble a tomato. 

Rollo held back from laughing or making any comments and instead took his boyfriend by the hand to the centre of the dance floor and let their bodies guide them. 

The two danced away, ignoring the jealousy, confusion and anger coming from all around.  

Tonight was about them. 

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 22: The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman

My knowledge of this album is limited to the excerpts of it that have been performed on the THOM tour, but based just on those I should enjoy it quite a bit... Someday soon I hope!

[kyolypso]

NEW GREAT PRETENDER MOVIE IS SO GOOD BTW.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Head in my hands wondering if I'll have to cut the entire Chume Labs section out because it's more suited to being a different chapter, but also knowing the next chapter can't have it either so I might have to cut it from this fic entirely aaaAAAAAAAAAA

[secretmellowblog]

Random, but. It’s fascinating how “Valjean and Javert written by someone who thinks cops are Good” is so radically different from “Valjean and Javert written by someone who thinks cops are Bad.”

Like, for me the number one Thing that will determine whether I enjoy someone’s take on Valjean and Javert are whether they realize that the police/prison as an institution destroyed both of their lives, and is the villain of both of their stories XD.

But yeah it’s really fascinating! Both in adaptations and in fanfiction, the tone/interpretation with which the plot beats are handled can change so much about the characterization. All the adaptations/fic start off with the same basic plot beats but so much can be changed and colored (for better or worse) by the way the author chooses to interpret them

[unityrain24]

i wish u had a friend :( i would actually love to have two, but that just seems... unattainable. too much to ask for. even just one does, a bit, but... please.... please. a want to have a friend :(

[1ovestay]

have had a very disappointing and stressful morning but at least i am sitting by the ocean with the sun shining on my face

[universalsatan]

how am i supposed to collect my gay little shows when i am sleeby and work and have to rewatch the multi-seasoned shows i literally just finished

[siobhanromee]

had the most miserable experience today.