#so i'm sharing it but i'm not happy that i have to be the one to do it

[starryeyed-apple]

birthday indulgences

the kiss we silently swore never to talk about again...

summary: years ago, on your birthday, you & caleb shared a forbidden moment. it isn't until his birthday that all those hidden desires are finally indulged in.

★pairing: caleb x fem!reader ★wc: 3.5k ★content: fluff & smut. drunk first kiss & grinding in the memory, caleb panics, a tiny bit of angst. sloppy makeouts, spit kink, dry humping, coming in pants, desperate & subby caleb, overstimulation. caleb calls reader pipsqueak, baby, honey and love. reader calls caleb baby. ★a/n: I love that theory that the kiss they don't talk about happened when they were younger, and then I thought ooo I could do a parallel with this. it was supposed to be sweet and it turned smutty, but it's still sweet. I'll probably do a more intimate version of their first time once his card is out! ★masterlist ★read on ao3

You couldn't believe you had actually gotten Caleb to go along with your plan.

When you'd told him you needed a break from your college campus, and that you wanted to go out and get drunk in Skyhaven for your birthday, he was already nodding along on the video call.

"Alright, pipsqueak," he agreed with a grin. "I'll tag along and take care of you. Gotta make sure you're staying hydrated."

"No, no, no." You shook your head, grinning wickedly when he cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy. "You're going with me."

He arches an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Uhh, earth to pipsqueak, did you not hear what I just said? I am going—"

"Nooo," you interrupt, wagging your finger. "You're going drinking with me."

He'd sputtered, complained and argued all he wanted, but he had agreed to every one of your terms by the time you hung up the call.

And here you were, tipsy and laying back on the floor of his Aerospace Academy assigned studio apartment, watching the ceiling fan spin while you both giggled over something you can't quite remember.

You glance over at where Caleb's sprawled out beside you, smiling at the happy, hazy look in his eyes that surely matches your own. It was impossible to see him ever completely loosen up, and this was the best birthday gift you could've asked for.

Then your thoughts immediately take a different direction when he licks his lips.

They're too dry. You know because you'd jokingly held him down as you swiped your own chapstick across them countless times.

And you'd caught him running his thumb over his cracked bottom lip, tongue darting out across the lingering taste of you when he thought you weren't looking.

Your whole face feels too hot suddenly, blood rushing so fast through your ears that you can't even hear the idle sounds of Skyhaven late at night that drift up through the cracked window.

You wonder what it would be like to kiss someone.

To have their lips press to yours, all tentative and sweet. To know that liking them wasn't in vain, that hoping they felt the same way wasn't just a daydream you'd kept hidden for years. To see the adoration in their eyes when they pull back and caress your cheek.

Purple eyes with an orange sheen.

You wonder what it would be like to kiss Caleb.

"Caleb," you whine, watching the dopey smile grow on his face at your voice. "Am I too old to have never been kissed?"

Caleb's eyes widen, flashing to yours.

"I—" he blinks rapidly, and you giggle at the rare occasion of having caught him completely off guard. "What?"

"Kiss-ing," you draw out, tapping your lips with each letter you spell out for him, "k-i-s-s-i-n-g."

Caleb watches each tap with rapt attention, so captivated that his own lips slowly part. A bit of drool collects at the corner of them, and your vision goes hazy before he quickly looks away.

"Oh." He sounds breathless, clearing his throat to steady his voice. "Uh, I dunno, pipsqueak. I mean, I'm older than you and I've never kissed anyone. Is that weird?"

He gives a little laugh, but you hear the stiff edge to it, can see the uncertainty haunting the façade of his easy expression.

"Really?" you roll over onto you stomach, propping your chin onto your palms.

Your legs kick behind you, and he glances at you and away again.

After a stretch of awkward silence, he turns onto his side, meeting your gaze.

"I mean, yeah," he mutters, shrugging one shoulder. "Why would I?"

You look down at his never-been-kissed lips, feeling your blood rush to your head when he bites them.

Your eyes dart back down, watching his necklace brush against the floor from the angle he lays at.

"Sooo…you've never wanted to kiss anybody?" you ask, trying to seem casual, even as your fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt when he shifts closer.

"I didn't say that," Caleb mutters, and you go rigid.

"Oh."

You flop back onto your back, glaring up at the ceiling fan before he can notice how your brows have pinched, your mouth pressed into a firm line.

"Pips?" Caleb pokes at your cheek, and you pout, turning on your side away from him. "What's got you all frowny-faced?"

"Nothing," you bite out, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Uh-huuuh."

He pokes at your back, then your side, until his fingers are lightly tickling at your ribs. You giggle, kicking your feet out at him.

"Caleb, stooop," you whine, pushing back at him as he tries to tug you back over to face him.

"C'mon, pips," he teases, pinching your waist, and you squeak. "Why won't you look at me?"

Flipping over to smack him, you accuse with totally justified, totally sober and coherent anger, "I'm mad at you, dummy!"

He blinks, and you try and not melt at how cute he looks like this—drunk and flushed, with those big confused puppy dog eyes.

"Why?"

Instead of answering him directly, you ask, "Was it the girl in your chemistry class?"

"The—" Caleb blinks again, shifting back in surprise. "What?"

"That you wanted to kiss sooo badly." You frown, crossing your arms again. "The one who copied off your homework, and you were too nice to stop her. Or was it the guy who always tried to beat your track record?"

"Pips—"

"Or the cheerleader captain? Or is it somebody at university, huh? Are you sneaking around making googly eyes at the other pilots?"

"Oh, quit it." Caleb rolls his eyes, rubbing a hand over his forehead with an unamused huff. "I didn't want to kiss any of them. I don't want to."

"Then who?" You push yourself up, and he sits up to match your restless energy. He always rises to that familiar challenge in your eyes, pulling when you push. "Who exactly is just so damn special that you're still saving that kiss for them?"

Caleb's eyes flash, and he leans up and over you until his large frame is surrounding you completely.

"Maybe it's someone I like with a bratty mouth," he snaps, gently pinching your lips shut between calloused fingers.

Your wide eyes meet his blazing ones, and you both freeze.

His fingers loosen on your lips, and your lashes flutter.

He watches your eyes dilate, then looks down to where he gingerly brushes his fingers along the seam of your lips, his breath audibly hitching when they part for him.

Caleb's lids fall heavy over his darkening gaze. Your breath speeds up in your chest. He looks from your lips to your eyes, then back down to your lips again.

And when you glance down at his own mouth, you're both crashing into each other.

Your first kiss with your childhood friend, your best friend, was anything but the magical one you had just been daydreaming about.

This was sloppy and needy, all tongue and spit and teeth. Years of emotion you didn't know how to unpack began to unravel at the seams, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you as you fall back onto the floor.

Neither of you knew what you were doing, only that you were desperate for more. His hands grab at your waist, slipping down to your thighs briefly, and snapping back up when he realized what he was touching.

Then his arms are wrapping around you, corded muscles tightening to hold you close to him as you squirm from all the years of pent up tension.

Your lips meet his again and again, needy sounds filling the air. His own spit dribbles down your chin as Caleb licks into your mouth and moans against your tongue.

Your foot trails up his leg, wrapping around his calf, and he mindlessly grabs at it, hoisting it up until it was wrapping securely around his hip. The fabric of your skirt rides up, and you jolt when you feel the growing bulge in his jeans rub against the thin fabric of your dampening panties.

The sensation is brief, then harder, until you're rolling against each other in a delirious haze of desperation.

He's mumbling something incoherent into your lips, teeth sinking into the soft flesh until you feel it start to break, and you moan his name.

Caleb jerks back, eyes wide and pupils swallowing all the purple except for the thinnest ring around the edge. His chest heaves, kiss-swollen lips forming soundless words.

Lips swollen from your kisses.

You whine, reaching for him as he begins to panic, de-tangling himself from you.

"No," you beg, trying to tug him back as he gently pulls your grabbing hands away. "No no no—"

"Pips, you're—" his voice is ragged, and he sucks in a deep breath.

His eyes are wild, darting around at everything but you, even as he tugs your skirt back down around your waist. His cheeks blaze red when he steals another quick look at the ruined panties underneath, the soaked fabric with a lacy band, before he turns away in shame.

"You're drunk," he breathes, shaking his head sharply.

"I'm not—"

"I'm drunk." Caleb laughs, disbelief coating the sound, long fingers running through his hair until it's sticking up in all directions. "Shit. Fuck. This wasn't—this wasn't supposed to happen—"

Your body begins to defensively curl inwards, and you blink quickly to try and keep the sudden sting of tears at bay.

Caleb finally dares a glance back at you, going from flushed to shockingly pale in seconds.

"No, no, pipsqueak—"

"No, it's fine," you sniff, pushing yourself up and scooting back against the floor. "I get it. You…you didn't want it to be me. I get it."

"No, no no no," he keeps mumbling the word the entire time you're moving away, and suddenly Caleb's on his hands and knees, crawling after you with those big, sad puppy dog eyes. "No, pips, that's not what I meant—"

"It's fine, Caleb."

"It's not fine," he insists, resting the side of his cheek against the top of your knees. His eyes are wide and wet, begging for you to just look at him. "You heard what I said. Who I said. Who I…wanted."

His voice gets impossibly quiet, and Caleb's honest gaze begs for your attention.

But you're too fixated by the dark indentation your teeth had left in his lips, the shine on them that could've been your saliva or his.

"It's just not a good idea, pips," he whispers, and you flinch, followed by his own grimace. "Shit, no, that sounded bad. It's just because—"

He stops, shaking his head, palm covering his face.

"I can't think straight," he mumbles, peeking at you through his fingers. With a sigh, he drops his hand onto your knee, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. His voice is so gentle, so Caleb, but it still grates at your sensitive nerves right now. "I think we both just need to sleep this off. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

You sniff, still not meeting his eyes completely.

"No, we wont," you mumble, even as you let yourself be gently directed towards his bed.

He's silent as he helps you prepare for sleep, even as he moves to sleep on his little couch, opting for his long legs to cramp up on the furniture instead of cuddling with you. The tension radiates off him at your accusation—because he knows you're right.

"We'll never talk about it again."

But here you are, years later, in the same situation as before.

You're both sober this time. You're older, maybe wiser, and scarred from being torn apart before coming back together.

But the way Caleb looks at you has never changed. Like you hung the stars in the sky, like you were the moon the sun chased with every morning.

He doesn't shy away when you look at him just the same. He doesn't pull back now, doesn't keep his longing locked away when your thumb brushes his lips, collecting the residue of the candy you'd fed him.

You wanted today to be a special birthday for him. You wanted to give him everything he'd ever wanted.

"Remember when you kissed me?" you breathe, and his eyes flash in surprise at what you'd silently sworn to never speak of again, beautiful lashes fluttering at your exhale across his lips. "On my birthday?"

He laughs, a little quiet huff of air, and his shock melts to something knowing. Something you'd both always known, deep down.

"You kissed me," he accuses, all low and sultry in his teasing, and you shiver.

You smile, your thumb caressing the corner of his lips.

It didn't matter who had kissed who anymore, who pulled back from who. You'd still ended up where you both belonged.

Caleb gazes up at you, awestruck when your eyes darken.

"Then you knew I wanted it," you whisper, nose bumping against his. "So why did you stop?"

You lean in slowly, giving him a moment to pull away if he still wanted to, if he still needed time. He'd given you all the time in the world, after all. You'd happily wait for him, too.

But then Caleb's lips are on yours, and everything finally feels right.

He tastes like sour lemon candy, and you whine, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. He moans, fingers digging into your hips.

"Fuck me," he groans under his breath, and you laugh between the kisses that heat up between you.

"If you insist," you murmur, smirking into his mouth when his hips jerk up into yours.

The whimper that leaves his lips is quiet and needy, and you eagerly swallow it down.

"Don't tease me like that, baby," Caleb rasps, and your own hips roll in his lap at that low huskiness to his voice.

His hands tighten on your hips, stilling you. You pause, wondering if you'd taken it too far.

But then he's directing you, pulling your legs around to straddle him completely. He guides you into a deeper roll, and you both moan.

You sink down onto him with slow grinds, the hem of your dress hiding just how quickly your panties were getting wet. In the rosy haze of growing pleasure, you wonder how long it'll take to soak that erection he's been sporting since you walked in the room.

"Didn't even try and hide how hard you were when I came in," you whisper into your languid, sensual kissing. "Did you?"

Caleb's hand slips down, cupping your ass easily in his rough palm and long fingers. You moan when he squeezes it, followed by a squeak of surprise at his gentle, experimental smack to it.

"You can't talk like that, pips," he pants, head tilting back against the couch. His voice is that delicious shade of darkness when he adds, "God, you can't make those sounds either. I won't last long if you do."

His eyes are hazy as he watches you lean down, kissing along the elegant slope of his neck. You stop at the harsh bobbing of his Adam's apple when he gulps, and your teeth graze along it, humming at the moan you feel vibrate there.

"I've thought about that kiss for years," Caleb gasps, hand sliding up your back to keep you pressed to him. His hips lazily roll up into yours, his eyes rolling back into his head when he suddenly bucks up once. "Every time I—"

He cuts himself off, biting at his already swollen lips with a blush.

You smile, devious in your intent, and his mouth falls open when your hidden possessive streak unfolds.

"Every time you—" you leave your question hanging, letting the way you begin to bounce in his lap be the answer.

"You—" Caleb chokes, gripping your hips.

His eyes glue to the motion of your hips flexing under your dress, ass coming up and smacking back down against the strength of his large thighs. You feel him twitch through his jeans, and you moan along with him.

"F-fuck," he groans, mouth hanging open, the tip of his tongue falling out.

You lean forward, collecting the saliva in your mouth. Realizing what you're doing, Caleb tilts his head up and sticks his tongue out, eyes wide and dilated.

You let your spit pool onto his tongue, and he takes it eagerly, swallowing it down with a whine and a thrust of his hips.

"I've thought about it, too," you breathe, and his lidded eyes flicker between your face and where you're shamelessly humping him. "Every single time. Even when I'm not trying to. But when I'm touching myself—"

"Oh fuck—"

"And I'm trying to come, all I can think about is how warm you were and your spit in my mouth—"

"B-baby," Caleb stutters, his head lolling to the side, unfocused eyes fluttering and rolling back in his head with each dry slap and grind of your hips against his. "Please, please—"

"I always think of kissing you when I'm coming—"

"Coming," Caleb gasps, and you think he's just mindlessly repeating you until you notice how rigid he's gotten, completely still and flushed bright red as he moans, "oh, fuck, I'm coming—"

And you can feel it, the sticky warmth flooding into the front of his jeans, seeping into you as you gasp. You grind down against his throbbing cock underneath the stifling fabric, wishing you were taking every drop of his cum instead, not letting a bit of it go to waste.

Caleb whines, crying out softly as you roll your hips, and you swallow every pretty sound with hot kisses until your clothed clit catches on his ruined jeans just right.

"Oh fuck, there—" you gasp, lips messily attached to his. You feel the tears of pleasure and overstimulation streaming down his face as he bucks up into you still. "Caleb, Caleb—"

"Come," he begs, and your eyes meet his. Your hips falter at the unadulterated affection there before you speed up, breath hitching when you feel yourself being to crest over into mind-numbing pleasure. "Come for me, honey, please come for me love please—"

Your eyes pinch shut, and you cry out for him when the orgasm hits you all at once, all your limbs seizing up as you convulse in his lap.

"Oh fuck there, there it is," Caleb grunts, grabbing at your trembling thighs under your dress, moaning when he feels your slick that had dripped down them. "You're coming, you're actually coming—"

Your pussy flutters and tightens in your soaked panties, and you moan, wondering what it would have felt like if you had had the foresight to tug his cock out of his pants, if your precious Caleb had filled you up before you came around him.

Next time, you think in a haze, giggling breathlessly when you realize there was an endless number of next times now.

Caleb's lips meet yours, and you meet each kiss as they slow into something lazy and content. He keeps leaning closer and closer to you, his hand cupping the back of your head, protecting you when you both end up weakly tumbling to the ground, and you laugh.

Your eyes are warm and shining with joy when you look up at him, pulling him down for another kiss, and another, because they were all yours now. Every kiss, every moment.

It was the same messy meeting of tongue and spit and teeth from that unspoken moment years ago, except this time, he wouldn't pull away.

"When do we get to do that again?" you gasp, and he laughs too, bright and happy and maybe, finally at some semblance of peace.

"Whenever you want it," Caleb hums, pulling back to kiss the tip of your nose, then your cheekbone, your eyelashes, all the way up to your temple and back down to your lips again.

"Well," you start, grinning as your loop your arms around his neck. He smiles down at you in befuddled admiration, like he couldn't believe you were really here. "You're the birthday boy."

There's a subtle shift in his eyes, suddenly shining with vulnerability when he asks, "But you want it?"

"Oh," you whisper, brushing at the leftover tears that cling to his long lashes. You kiss them when his eyes shut, your nose nuzzling against his.

Dummy, you think fondly. Worried you didn't want any more when you just had the best orgasm of your life, just from dry humping his lap.

When you'd been dreaming of doing this for years. When you would've been happy if all he wanted was just a kiss.

But his post-nut shyness was sweet, even if coupled with that deep-rooted fear that when he closed his eyes, you'd disappear. And your heart was too full of love not to reassure him.

So you banished the shadows that haunted the corners of his mind with another gentle kiss, pressing all your love for him into it.

"Of course I want it, Caleb," you murmur, smiling up at him. "You're all I've ever wanted."

He sighs, his lips meeting yours in another kiss. This one is unhurried, an intimate promise between you.

"Happy birthday, baby," you whisper, and he smiles.

[twilightofthesandwiches]

So, um, I'm sure I'm not the first to notice it but....

I mean, I noticed that track that plays in Hometown near the ending of Chapter 4 musically references "It's Raining Somewhere Else" from Undertale but....... okay, fuck, that name....

Honestly I kinda figured we'd get a track with a name like that in Deltarune and yet it still surprised me regardless???

Like, the implications............. It works super-well with the 'Sans Undertale is actually Sans Deltarune" theories, considering the places "It's Raining Somewhere Else" plays in 'Undertale'

During one of Sans' most sincere and serious scenes in the Neutral/Pacifist Playthrough where he muses about whatever it's worth it to 'go home'

and in his secret workshop, with the strange machine and the hidden Deltarune teaser.

"It's Raining Somewhere Else" is, in that context, the theme of Sans' hopeless already-gave-up-on-it wish to go back to "the place where it rained". To Hometown.

But even without Sans directly travelling from the Deltarune timeline to the Undertale timeline.... Even if we assume that Undertale and Deltarune are parallel but separate lines that never meaningfully interact, the parallel being drawn here is still very emotionally powerful.

The main focus of the Sans' 'date' scene is his story about befriending Toriel behind the door to the ruins and the promise he made to her. They've never seen each other's faces, they haven't even bothered to introduce themselves by name. There is some connection there, but it's blocked by their secrets and obligations and also a giant-ass stone door.

And somewhere else, in another world, it's raining, and Toriel ducks into Sans' grocery store and they spend an entire night drinking and having fun.

A lot of people assumed the rain here is a metaphor for depression and sadness of Sans or Toriel or both. But I think, with that track, it's more likely that the rain is the happy moment and the bond these two share in the Deltarune timeline, somewhere else.

Of course, depending on which ending you get, you can bring the 'rain' to them. Sans and Toriel can meet in the Undertale timeline and become friends and have many happy nights dancing the Jitterbug or whatever. But... they also they might not, depending on the Player's actions before and after this scene. Toriel might even be dead and that 'rain' will never come. And either way, at this moment Sans has no reason to think he will ever get a chance to truly meet the funny lady behind the door.

Is it sadder to think that this is the same Sans who danced with Toriel Deltarune, who probably knows that it's the alternative-universe counterpart of her beyond the door but also think there's little no chance they'd ever meet or relive that connection they had in the Place Where It Rains?

Or if it's sadder if it's a different Sans who doesn't even know there's a version of himself and the mysterious lady behind the door, dancing and laughing and having the time of their life, Somewhere Else?

[dontpulloutman]

we did the thing!

singer!yn x lewis pullman a/n: the semester is DONE i have roughly a month to completely brainrot over lew (and co.)

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yourinstagram we did the thing!🤵‍♂️💍👰‍♀️

a few weeks ago, i gained the privilege to say that i married my best friend. (guys!!! that's my husband in the fourth pic!! isn't he so dreamy 😍) surrounded by family and our closest friends, we shared our vows.

my publicity team told me to write a meaningful message about how i'm overjoyed and thrilled, and don't get me wrong, i AM but MY HUSBAND is currently cooking breakfast shirtless and he's distracting me so like...

brb,

Mrs. LJ Pullman

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anniehoax GIRL.....

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l0vedstory ON MAIN??? ON YOUR MAIN ACCOUNT?!1??1!

dannyramirez Already preparing for future godfather duties! 😂🍼🍼

sunriseblvd a few weeks ago??? how long is their honeymoon??? a whole year????

yourinstagram yep sunriseblvd WHAT THE FUCK babieonboard YN???????? yourinstagram im just kidding

yoyogeraldine CONGRATS TO MY PARENTS I LOVE YOU GUYS!! 💘🎉🎉

ynmom Welcome to the family (forever and officially) Lew! ❤️

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yourinstagram 😜 (you would be the best aunt ever!! i love you too)

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ynsister so... they did it! they finally got married! (yn don't cancel me for this) ten years ago, i remember waking up at 2am because my sister wont stop calling me. i was half-dead/half-asleep from college but that would never stop me from picking up one of her calls. i REALLY thought there was an emergency.....

she's calling because she met a guy. "super cute. in a nerdy way you know i can't resist" IN VERBATIM BTW ... the way she gushed about him.. you would think they've known each other for 20 years (she literally just got home from the party they met at) imagine my surprise when they take YEARS to finally get together!! these jackasses!! THEY PISSED ME OFF SO MUCH THEY GOT ME SO STRESSED med school who???? (naturally, in the same call, she plays the song she's writing about him) anyway...

yn, you're the best sister anybody could ever have. you're the smartest, funniest, most annoying person in my life and i love you everyday. i'll really miss sharing the same last name with you.

to my older brother lew, i know that there's nobody in this world that can love her the way you do. please take care of her. she's my sister, and one of the people i love most in the world. you said it yourself, "happy wife, happy life"... have those fruit snacks ready at all times HAHAHAH here's to more memories! :)

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[lyukan-aondrahl]

Don't want to sound like the typical 'not-all-men'-guy , but would like to share my opinion and some personal expierences.

1. The bf is the asshole here. Everyone should be happy with a partner who cares so much.

2. Yes, i don't want flowers or pot plants. I have a black thump and it would be a sensless death to a living creatur.

3. As a shy man with emotions, who even cries when he is too happy. I only encountered two reactions so far. One part of the people spectates me as a predator which to avoid, and the other part spectates me as not manly enough for a man.

4. All relationships i had ended without an explanation why, or ended because the women cheated with me on their partner without me knowing, which i can't tolerate (the cheating part, not the not knowing part).

5. I know i'm not perfect. Mostly because I have no clue how to react properly in most social interactions. I want to learn, but without communication and the chance to change it is really hard to navigate through social interactions without making failure.

6. I understand that women need to protect themselfs with so many primates around them.

I don't want to blame women for this behaviour. I understand where it comes from. I just wanted to show my situation and that it's not only black and white(i see the 'not-all-men'-parralel myself).

the way men resent women for having the “”privilege”” of getting shit they don’t even want is so fascinating to me I want to study them in a lab

[littlegrapejuice]

Fan First, Girlfriend Second | IH6

Pairing: Isack Hadjar x Reader

Summary: Isack brings you along to see Jannik Sinner, your favourite tennis player. He might regret it when he notices your attention is not on him, until he remembers that you're his no matter away.

Author's Note: i fear I'll never move on from this🤗 ngl it's kinda best we don't have a pic of them together bc i wouldn't survive it like I'm already unwell enough lol❤️ anyways i hope y'all enjoy this lil thing i wrote in honour of my fav rookie watching my fav player (can we believe i wrote this in less than 24h??)

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Isack didn’t think much about it when he invited you to come to Roland-Garros with him and his mum.

Following a successful triple header, you and Isack were back in your shared flat in Paris. And what better activity than to go to the tennis tournament that was currently ongoing in the same city?

Isack did not follow tennis as much as you did, but he enjoyed the sport and was definitely excited to see a match with you. Especially when it was one of the semi-finals, featuring the number one player and one of the ‘big three’.

However, he should’ve thought about two things.

One: Isack had never watched a match with you. Not even on TV as you usually watched the tournaments alone while he was either on training or racing.

Two: you were going to see your favourite player.

So with those two factors combined, Isack was in for a treat.

When you arrived at the stadium, you were like a kid opening presents on Christmas Day while Isack was acting way too casual for your liking.

“Isack, on est à Roland-Garros.”

“Je sais.”

“Roland. Garros.” You gestured around you, as a way to emphasise your words.

“Je sais”, he repeated with a chuckle. He was amused at your reaction, finding it cute that you were so excited to be there.

Despite living in Paris your whole life, you had never been to Roland-Garros. When you first started watching tennis, you were still a student. So every year, the tournament was during your last weeks of classes. And you could’ve gone, to be honest. But it was probably not worth it to go watch tennis while you were supposed to study for your exams, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to fully focus on either thing.

So you were truly over the moon to be there for the first – and hopefully not the last – time.

While you were admiring the place and taking pictures of the iconic Philippe-Chatrier court from outside, Isack did a couple media duties with the tournament staff. His mum had stayed with you, preferring to spend time roaming around the stadium with you. She even turned into your personal photographer for a bit, enjoying your obvious happiness. You two then met Isack again a bit before the match would start so that someone would take you to your seats.

When you entered the court, your hand went straight to your mouth. It was even more impressive in person, and you really couldn’t believe that you were actually there. You thought that it couldn’t get any better, but it did when you saw the view from your seat.

The best in the house: slightly above the court, not in the middle, and literally right next to where the players would enter the court. But more importantly, the seat was in the width and not the length of the court.

“Oh my God…” You were so close to the court, you could see the tiny details that made Roland-Garros iconic like the recently unveiled plate in honour of Rafael Nadal or the smooth white lines not yet covered by the clay. “This is crazy.”

Isack was really having a field day watching you look around to take in everything. He didn’t dare interrupt you, noticing how special this was to you. Suddenly, he decided that he would do his best to bring you here every year if it meant that you would be as happy as you were right now.

Soon enough, it was time for the players to enter the court and this was the moment when Isack realised that he should’ve thought more before inviting you to come with him. Because when Jannik Sinner – number one in the ATP rankings and your favourite player – appeared in your eyesight, it was like you had turned into a whole other person.

Isack hadn’t expected it, but you suddenly stood up – which he noticed you hadn’t done for Novak Djokovic – and cheered so loudly that Isack would be surprised if the Italian player hadn’t heard you. He almost felt betrayed, wondering if you were also cheering as loud as right now whenever Isack scored points during a race.

It was then, that Isack realised he didn’t stand a chance against Jannik. Your attention would solely be focused on the match for the next three hours, barely acknowledging your boyfriend outside of the changeovers and in between sets. It also didn’t help that the Italian was playing really well today, which meant that you didn’t want to miss even one point.

Isack wasn’t exactly mad; tennis was one of your favourite sports – if not the favourite, F1 be damned – and he understood that you were simply enjoying the moment. But he had to admit that the way your gaze followed Jannik’s body made him a bit insecure.

Jannik Sinner was objectively good-looking, and Isack knew that you did find him attractive as he remembered you ranting about the hottest tennis players on the circuit. The Italian was taller, leaner, and his confidence on court was one to admire.

Maybe it was a one-time thing. Maybe it was just the excitement of seeing your favourite player for the first time. So Isack let it go and stopped overthinking it. He just enjoyed the match as much as possible, cheering and clapping when a point was well won.

For your pleasure, Jannik won the match after three hours.

“Straight sets once again, wow.” You were mostly talking to yourself, but Isack acknowledged the impressive statistic. You could only clap and cheer for Jannik, truly amazed at his game and the fact that he would play his maiden Roland-Garros final in two days.

“I take it you enjoyed the match?” Isack’s mum turned towards you, a smile on her face.

“Hundred percent yes”, you answered with a passionate nod. “It’s just insane, like– that doesn’t feel real. Merci beaucoup de m’avoir invitée”, you thanked both Isack and his mum. You were truly grateful for them, and would genuinely remember today as one of the best days of your life.

“C’est normal”, she told you before taking your hand in hers. “I’d be a bad mother-in-law and my son would be a bad boyfriend if we didn’t treat you well.”

The smile on your face widened, and you squeezed her hand to keep showing her your gratitude.

You then quickly turned your attention back onto the court, noticing that the mic had already been set up for the usual post-match interview.

While Jannik talked about the match and his opponent, you internally cursed the side of the court where you were seated because you could only see Jannik’s back. Still, you were hanging on to every word the Italian was saying.

In this moment, Isack almost wanted to drag you home and keep you all to himself. But that was until his mum had to make a comment:

“I forgot, but who’s the player we’re meeting after that?” She asked.

This immediately made you turn towards Isack, unsure if you had heard the words well.

“We’re meeting one of them?” You desperately needed Isack to confirm that it would be Jannik, as hope filled your eyes.

“Hmm, yeah…” Isack scratched the back of his neck.

“Who?” When Isack didn’t answer, you didn’t know if it meant that he was sparring you with the disappointment of you not meeting your favourite player. “Isack, qui?”

“We’re meeting the winner”, he admitted. “So, Sinner.”

Those last two words were all it took for your brain to short-circuit. You couldn’t believe it. Meeting Jannik Sinner? You thought. That has to be a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream. Soon enough, you were being evacuated from the court before a staff member found you. She brought you three to a room where you would be waiting for the player, and told you that he would come before his press conference.

“I’m so unwell”, you dramatically stated. “I think I’m gonna be like– hyperventilating or some shit, and faint.”

“You’ll be fine,” Isack reassured you. He gave you a side hug, rubbing your shoulder as a means of comfort.

It seemed to have somehow worked, and you treated it as a win when Jannik entered the room without you crying.

“Hi”, he just said before going to personally greet you individually. "Thanks for coming." Jannik first shook Isack’s mum’s hand, being his best polite self. Then, he dabbed up Isack as if he were his long-time friend. “Isack, right? Nice to meet you.”

“You too, mate. Great match out there”, Isack congratulated.

“Thanks. I saw your recent races, you’ve been doing good in the last couple weeks.”

“Yeah, the triple header’s been treating me well.”

Jannik nodded in agreement before he turned to greet you with a smile.

“Hey, hmm… hi, sorry.” You gulped, nerves taking over you. “Congrats, that was a superb match.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiled at you, and you were done for. “You guys were sitting near the entrance, right? I think I noticed you.”

“She’s been cheering for you like crazy, so it’s no wonder. You probably heard her before seeing her”, Isack teased.

“Isack! Chut!” You blushed, not wanting him to embarrass you in front of Jannik.

“Maybe”, Jannik somewhat confirmed with a chuckle. “I won’t complain about having such a lovely fan rooting for me, though.”

Now, Isack was regretting even introducing the topic because you were beaming at Jannik’s words.

Thankfully for Isack, but unfortunately for you, your time with the player was now up due to Jannik having to go to his press conference. Two things were left for you to do: hug Jannik – literally a life goal – and take a couple pictures with him because you needed to immortalise this moment forever.

Then, it was the two athletes’ turn. While Isack and Jannik took professional pictures, you could only admire them. Your boyfriend and your favourite player together? You were definitely printing and framing the photo as soon as you would get your hands on it.

One could have thought that your eyes were on Jannik, probably looking at the Italian and still not believing that he was real – which was kind of true. But actually, you were focused on Isack. The thing you currently couldn’t believe was how lucky you were to have him. You would forever be grateful to him for bringing you here and being the reason why you had been able to meet Jannik.

Today had meant the world to you, and you would do your best to repay Isack however you could.

When it was really time for you to say goodbye to Jannik, you were once again looking at him as he had hung the moon. He gave you the brightest smile known to mankind – the one that made him seem like the sun’s personification – and you could only reply with a smile as well, your cheeks still flushed from the previous interaction.

Glancing at you, Isack decided that he wasn’t really mad nor insecure anymore about the whole situation. He just had to accept that you were a fan first, gilrfriend second. Because even if he didn’t truly stand a chance against Jannik, he was the one going home with you at the end of the day. He was the one whom you fell asleep next to, and he was the one who could enjoy your smile whenever he wanted.

..........

I fear i will never write anything as quick as i wrote this😭 still feels insane how the inspo went 📈📈 as soon as i saw isack on my tv

If it wasn't common knowledge yet, i am a HUGE tennis fan and have been for several years already!! This year was my 1st time going to roland garros and I'm still not over it, so it feels even more special to write smth in which i can include my own feelings/impressions

I promise i have not forgotten ab max and the rookies👀 grid mum part 6 (european triple header) is in the drafts and I'll hope to post it before canada (ik i always announce a deadline and then i don't respect but y'all are used to it atp)

See you soon, take care of yourselves, love y'all xx

[hummingjay]

Instead of working on artfight references (which i should be doing) here's @basil-does-arttt's Scwhalbe

[perfectlyoongi]

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who steals your bedclothes at your sleepovers. when life hadn't yet baptized you, nights spent with Jungkook seemed eternal. at his house or yours, after dinner, on those summer weekends, you and Jungkook explored worlds and universes, discovering new emotions and sensations. and of course, with so much exploring, the two of you quickly grew tired and retreated to dreamland in hopes of continuing your adventures there. however, Jungkook's peculiarity of stealing your bedclothes made you wonder late at night if that would be a friendship that would last — after all, how could you be friends with someone who didn't know how to share during sleep? “do you really think i would steal anything from you? i don't see what i'm doing! you can't blame me for sleeping and wanting to be snuggled. i'm sorry. please, please, please.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who lies with you to people. from an early age you were taught that you shouldn't talk to strangers, especially if they were adults; as such, when a classmate's mother tried to meet you, you and Jungkook exchanged a quick glance and the rest was history. throughout your childhood and adolescence, you and Jungkook were cousins and brothers, once lovers and three times twins who feel each other's pain. you were born in germany and lived in panama. you were 17 years old when you were still a few months away from turning 15. you knew the president and, above all, you knew the state secrets kept by your parents. of course everyone knew they were lies, some even tried to sail those seas with you; but, to the purest hearts that trust in everything, you and Jungkook were a pair of barbies who simply enjoyed living. “we shouldn't tell you this, but the principal is thinking about expel you. it's true! he was talking to our father and said that if you kept stealing our snacks, you would be sent away. we are the principal's nephews, did you know that?”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who still plays in the playground with you. one of Jungkook's favorite times were the nights before school, work, life began. in the complicity that you created since you were children, you and Jungkook lost yourselves in memories and laughter, wandering the streets only moved by the happiness that emerged from your souls. but when the night was about to end, when you were already thinking about goodbyes and promises, you and Jungkook stopped at a playground and, for a few minutes, you returned to the age of innocence, pushing on the swings, sliding down the slide, playing like you used to do. for a few minutes, your life was nothing but joy and love — what more could you ask for? “i still remember when you pushed me on the swing the first time. if you look closely, you can still see the scar on my chin. i can't believe you were able to hurt me. my love for you was broken that day.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who says goodbye to you with a hug. one of the habits that Jungkook couldn't seem to break was hugging you goodbye. even if it was just a few short hours or entire days, the truth is that when there was a goodbye, Jungkook was quick to hug you and give you a quick kiss on the cheek. since you were children you shared that farewell and it seemed like he never wanted to lose it. whenever there was an opportunity, Jungkook would hug you and you made sure to create as many goodbyes as your heart could handle. “see you in the morning, my pumpkin of the forest. have something good for dinner, please! i'll meet you tomorrow for lunch. see you later.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who invented a board game with you. neither of you would confess how long it took you to create a game from scratch, but what you would confess, even brag about, is that you and Jungkook, at just seven years old, created a board game that guaranteed laughter, betrayal and tears. taking inspiration from so many games played by both, a piece of cardboard quickly came to life with bright colors and exaggerated letters, with several cards and dices as extras that completed a totally fantastical adventure. anyone could play, as many as they wanted, but it was always more fun when just you and Jungkook played without any other opponents and now, as you two were adults with your own lives, there were still weekends spent around that used board where exchanges of insults and dramatic falls filled your hearts with pure joy and longing. “don't you think it's weird that we haven't given the game a name yet? we just call it 'the game' and that's not fun. next time we play, the winner gets to name the game, what do you say?”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who knows where to find you when life gets intense. having the privilege of watching you grow, Jungkook became an expert on you: with a look or an exchange of words, Jungkook knew what you had, what you needed, what you wanted — nothing got past him. Jungkook knew you inside and out, and he knew that when you needed space or time, you always went to that specific area of the park. as such, respecting your needs, Jungkook appeared in the park when you needed him most; sometimes he would sit two stools behind you, other times he would put his coat on the floor to lay his head on your lap. there were times when he would give you headphones and other times when he would just hug you. when life got big, Jungkook helped you remember that you were bigger. “stay as long as you need. i got my car, i can take you home when you feel like it. until then, know that you just need to call me and i will come as fast as i can.”

CHILDHOOD-FRIEND!JUNGKOOK who never doubted the bond you two created. “i always knew that you would be the one meant for me. can't you see? the stars are still drawing our story and all the poets sing of our love in their works. you and i, we were made to last. the flame inside me can only be lit by you and this glow, this warmth, this love inside me — it's all meant for you.”

[kaiserboom]

NO COOKIE TREND!

prompt: base off an trend on tiktok, to see if your child will share a cookie with you and your husband.

cw. fluff, ooc, reader is married and they have a child.

a/n: just noticed I write more Isagi than I do with kaiser, oh well. been in drafts for a week.

wc: 540

pairings: Isagi yoichi, x fem! reader.

You were feeling pretty bored, so you were scrolling through Tiktok, while Isagi was playing with your son. Suddenly, you noticed a popular trend on TikTok. Curious about how your little one would react to it, you decided to find out.

You gathered Isagi and your child, and together, you set up a camera to record the moment. This way, you could see how your family reacts to the trend and capture the adorable or funny reactions.

"Are we in trouble?" your son asked softly, his little lips pouting as if he'd just been sentenced to life in prison. His eyes looked up at you and your husband, Yoichi, with a mix of curiosity and innocence.

Yoichi couldn't help but chuckle at his worried expression. The way your son's face scrunched up and his tiny shoulders tensed made him look so serious, even though it was just a silly game.

"If we were in trouble, would we have plates in front of us?" Yoichi teased gently, giving your son a playful nudge. That earned him a surprised yelp from the little boy, who quickly looked at his plate with wide eyes.

Both of them sat down in their seats, and you followed behind after, trying not to giggle. The scene was just too adorable.

"Okay, (son's name), lift up your cover and show us what you've got." You said softly, your voice full of courage and curiosity.

Your son hesitated for a moment, staring at the plate with his lips trembling slightly. Then, slowly, he lifted the cover. His pouty lips instantly changed from worried to happy when he saw what was underneath.

"Ahh! Two cookies!" he giggled happily, his face lighting up with excitement.

You smiled and decided to join in the fun. "And what about you, Mama?" your son asked playfully, you shrugged. Even though you'd just placed the cookies on the plates yourself.

"Hmm... I'll check now," you said with a pretend serious tone. You gently lifted your cover, revealing just one cookie.

"AH, I have one too!" you giggled, and your son nodded happily in agreement.

Then you looked at your son with a teasing smile. "Well, aren't you going to ask to see Daddy's cookies?"

Your son rolled his eyes, clearly knowing what was coming next. "No, Daddy's too big," he said dismissively, crossing his arms. lips pouting once more.

Yoichi's jaw dropped in mock shock. "Hey! Watch that tone, young man!" he said, trying to scold his little boy, but his voice was too soft and playful to sound serious. Instead, he just chuckled and shook his head.

"Fine... Papa, you can remove your cover next," your son said with a frown.

Yoichi obeyed, lifting his plate cover. But when he did, he gasped playfully. "Oh no! Papa has no cookies.. poor me, I'm so left out!"

Your son looked at his two cookies and then at Yoichi's empty plate, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You watched quietly, softly hoping he might share.

But instead, he reached over and took your cookie, grinning cheekily.

"There. Now it's fair. You and Papa have no cookies, so Papa isn't left out." he said proudly, before nibbling on all three cookies.

"Fattie." Yoichi curses under his breath.

a/n: would this count has isagi slander 💔

[xxmcr05xx]

Down In A Hole | re4!Leon Kenney x f!Reader

Summary: Leon can't get enough of F/N after a life-threatening mission.

Warnings/Contains: Smut, breeding, needy Leon, trauma after RE4, lingerie, rutting, no foreplay, dacryphilia

WC: 2,485

Originally Posted: 01/04/25 on AO3!

Title Song: Down In A Hole - Alice In Chains

18+ MDNI!!!

Divider by @v6que

Leon bounced his leg nervously.

He was on a private plane home from Brazil after a month long mission - barely able to get in contact with his fiancée F/N. The blond sighed in relief finally as he noticed that the plane was almost at the airport, "Not much longer now..." Leon sighed, anxiously checking his watch after being told he would be picked up by F/N. Luckily for Leon the plane landed smoothly at exactly eighteen thirty - just what time he told F/N he'd be on the ground by. He wasted no time, Leon grabbed his duffle bag and almost ran down the plane's stairs and towards the front exit of the airport, ignoring any comments given to him.

Leon scanned the exit, desperate to spot the H/C hair of his fiancée. After what seemed like an eternity, he heard F/N's calming voice call out his name - she was sporting one of Leon's leather jacket, a plain white t-shirt, and denim jeans. "Oh my love..." Leon felt like his breath was taken away by her as he practically ran straight into his arms.

"L-Leon! I'm so happy you're back!" F/N squealed.

The woman smiled and held Leon back, rubbing his back gently with her free hands. "How was the mission, Lee? I haven't spoken to you in ages," The woman exclaimed as Leon finally let go of the hug.

"Oh uhm," Leon stood up properly, a bit embarrassed at the people staring at him, "it was okay... I'll explain it to you once I get home, and I know we haven't spoken I'm sorry. I missed you however," Leon answered.

F/N knew what Leon would be like after these missions and it was torturous for both of them.

The woman nodded and held Leon's hand, "Let's just get home, 'kay? I've got your favourite, chicken alfredo, cooked up at home," F/N told Leon, which really perked his interest up. The two left the airport hand-in-hand, making their way towards F/N's car. Leon chucked his duffle bag in the back seat and made his way to the driver's seat, opening the door for his fiancée. "Aww, thanks babe," F/N thanked with a smile.

The car ride home was an excruciating thirty four minutes as the pair drove through extreme end-of-work traffic. "God... I can hear the bed calling my name already," Leon joked with a sigh, F/N snorted and nudged him gently.

"Hey! So I am.... didn't you heard me call your name out while you were in Brazil?" F/N joked back.

"My bad, baby. I promise I did."

F/N parked in the garage of their shared home, opening the door and heading towards the front with Leon. Behind her, Leon anxiously stared at F/N as she entered the house, not believing that he would be here right now, "Ah... Home sweet home," F/N sighed out, taking off her jacket and hooking it on the wall hook. Leon did the same; he also took his boots off and sighed heavily - just the smell of their home and the sight of it's slightly disheveled look put him at ease.

The pair then made their way to the kitchen where F/N promised dinner. "Oh wow... babe, this looks absolutely delicious," Leon huffed out, amazed at the pot in the middle of the table.

"T-Thank you, Lee. Um, it's a bit cold... but I'll reheat it on the stove. Please, wash up while I do that, 'kay?" F/N asked with a gentle smile.

The blond hummed in agreement and walked off to the bathroom to wash off. When Leon made his way to the bathroom, he started to feel a bit more anxious again as he was left on his own - being in that dangerous jungle part of Brazil had really had a hit on him, especially being there for about a month. He quickly shook off the oncoming anxiety and washed his hands thoroughly, doing the same to his face.

After five minutes he made his way back to the kitchen, "Leon! Just in time, I have the table set you should sit down there, okay?" F/N greeted with a cheer. She had a baby blue apron on with white frills on it, which made Leon's heart melt at the homeliness - he nodded and made his way to the dining table, in awe at the lovely display his fiancée set up for them.

When Leon sat down at the table, F/N made her way towards him with the pot, "I'll give you quite a bit, since I know that you like alfredo a lot," F/N told him with a grin. Using the tongs, she grabbed a fair amount of pasta and plopped it onto his plate - then doing the same for her own plate. Leon stared at the pasta with a teary eye as F/N walked away.

"You okay?" F/N asked with a snort when she got back, untying the apron and throwing it on a side table. The blond nodded and poked at his pasta with his fork.

"I just haven't had your cooking in ages... Missed it so much," Leon confessed.

The H/C haired woman simply chuckled at his confession, "Well, I hope it lives up to your expectations then, Lee," F/N confessed back, taking a bite of her pasta right after Leon did. As soon as the food had entered Leon's mouth, he let out a loud moan, swallowing it quite quickly.

"This..." Leon started as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, "... This is the best pasta I have ever tasted, my love..."

F/N looked over at Leon shyly with a small smile, whispering out a quiet thank you as the two continued to eat dinner.

Over the course of thirty minutes, the pair ate their dinner together along with a side of bread & olive oil, as well as a glass of chardonnay. Leon had given F/N an anecdote of what had happened on the month-long mission, which made F/N gasp quite a few times.

Soon, their dinner had come to an end, the couple finished their meal and stared at each other with loving eyes. "Oh, baby, that was the best meal ever," Leon exclaimed with a soft smile, rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb.

"Thank you, Lee. I'm glad you enjoyed it!"

The two stared at each other for a while before Leon stood up, "I'm going to shower now, alright?"

F/N giggled and nodded, waving softly at him as he made his way to the ensuite. She then cleaned up the table with a grin, happy that Leon was safe home.

When she finished cleaning, F/N made her way to their bedroom, planning before she left to wear a lingerie that she wore for the first and last time during their one year anniversary as boyfriend-girlfriend ten years ago. The outfit was a simple pink lacey lingerie with bows over it.

As F/N made her way to the bedroom, Leon was having a relaxed shower, taking in the sweet scent of F/N's shampoo and bodywash - he missed it that bad. While he was washing his body with the loofa, Leon's mind wandered off to dinner and how well her food had been tasting. Unfortunately for Leon in that moment, that wandering ended up shooting through his cock as he realised that he was hard. The scene of F/N in a tight apron that accentuated her curves had made him extremely horny.

"Fuck... Not now," Leon groaned out quietly to himself, he rubbed his face and tried to think of other stuff, not wanting to be hard at the moment.

After his shower - managing to let his cock go soft - Leon dried off with his towel, wrapping it around his waist before quickly opening the door to head to his wardrobe. As soon as he opened the door however, the scene in front of him made him extremely hard again: F/N was sitting on the bed, staring right into Leon's eyes as he wore the lingerie piece he recognised from their first date.

"F/N wha- fuck..." Leon huffed out and walked towards the nervous woman, "you look so fucking hot right now... did you wear this just for me, baby?" Leon asked, placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing them softly. F/N looked up at Leon with bedroom eyes and nodded, leaning ever-so slightly towards his left hand.

"Baby..." Leon whispered out.

He moved his hand to her face, rubbing her cheek softly, love and lust filling his mind. Leon finally pushed F/N back a little so that she was in the middle of the bed, giggling softly as Leon huffed. Making full eye contact with her, Leon dropped the towel that was around his waist to reveal the dark-red colour of his hardened cock. "See this, F/N? This is how you make me feel - I always fucking feel like this with you," Leon growled.

The blond moved onto the bed and right over F/N who had jumped slightly at Leon's roughed exterior. "You look so beautiful, baby..." Leon groaned out, his lips made their way to F/N's neck, kissing it quite roughly as his hands went to grope F/N's tits roughly. "Y'know... I thought I'd fuckin' die in Brazil," Leon muttered between kisses, "I never thought I'd get to fuck this tight pussy of yours again," Leon confessed with a growl, his hand making its way down to F/N's clothed cunt.

"Mhhg, well, I'm glad you're back, Lee," F/N whined out a little as Leon rubbed her over her panties.

"Oh I know baby."

Leon sucked on F/N's neck a little, leaving a few hickeys across her neck before moving up to her lips. He kissed her lips quite possessively, tongue and teeth clashing as he carefully made F/N arch her back so that he could take off her lingerie set from the top. His eyes wandered down when he moved away from the kiss, happy to see her tits once more. "Now this... this is a view that I will never be tired of looking at," Leon confessed, smirking a little as he kissed both her nipples gently, "is it wrong to say that I just wanna go straight to the fucking? Because I have been aching to be in this cunt for a month."

F/N snorted and rolled her eyes, "Okay okay, Leon, just make sure to be gentle at first..." F/N asked with a small smile, peeling off her lingerie bottom.

"Mmm, I'll try, princess, but I won't guarantee it."

The woman pouted as Leon grabbed one of their pillows, placing it underneath F/N's lower back to make her arched a little. "There we go... so fucking pretty for me, baby," Leon growled out, "I just need to feel you so bad," he cried out as he moved right over F/N. Leon didn't bother putting a condom on as he slowly sunk himself inside F/N.

"C-Condom Leon!" F/N cried out, "Are- Are you not using one?" she asked in a slightly panicked voice. Leon simply shook his head, kissing her lips gently to calm her down.

"I can't, F/N, I'm sorry. I need this raw so bad, I just need to feel you on me fuckin' raw," Leon told her as he rubbed her cheek, staring down at the point where the two were connected. After a couple of minutes of F/N whimpering through the pain, she looked over at Leon and gave him a quick nod to move now.

"Thank you sweetie," Leon sighed out.

He indulged in the soft feeling for a minute before starting to slowly jerk his hips in and out. The two let out quiet and shared moans as Leon's thrusts started to get harder, "Oh fuck, Leon, that's so good-"  F/N cried out, arms moving to his back and digging her nails into. Leon's eyes were squeezed shut as he indulged in the pain coming from his back and the pleasure in his cock.

"Oh... oh fuck F/N..." Leon said in between huffs, moaning quite loud into her neck which he started to kiss and suck harshly, "missed this so fucking much... I- oh my God- this is the wettest cunt I'll ever need again," he confessed, tears were threatening to fall onto his cheeks. "I love you, F/N, so so much," Leon told her, he moved his head away from her neck to stare into F/N's crying eyes, "gonna fucking marry you after this- I can't wait any longer I need my wife now."

This made F/N squeeze tightly against Leon's cock, the overwhelming feelings getting to both of them, "Auhh.. Leon- fuck fuck fuck, I love you so much, please just fuck into me and make me into a mommy- then we'll get married, I'll- I'll be your F/N Kennedy. I promise," F/N begged, her nails were seriously digging into Leon's back, scratching all the way down but he didn't care at all.

The blond man nodded and cried out, basically drooling onto F/N's collarbone as he felt himself nearing the end. "Mmhj, I'll cum I'll cum, shit- I'm gonna cum so deep inside you I promise I'll make you pregnant, baby, I really do," Leon blabbered, he held onto her so tightly as he felt himself cumming soon. "Please... please please fucking cum, F/N, I need to feel you cum on my cook it just feels so fucking good," Leon cried out, he moved his head so that it was above F/N's face now. He took in the image of her fucked out face and was going to save it for later.

F/N's legs wrapped around Leon's waist now, trapping him so that he was staying inside of her - not that Leon minded one bit. The two smashed their lips together, almost cumming together as Leon's hand moved down to rub F/N's clit with his rough-padded fingers. Ropes of warm white cum spread all through F/N's womb as Leon orgasmed inside of her; F/N came just after he did.

The few minutes afterwards were met with heavy panting and small whimpers as Leon grew softer inside of her. "I missed you so much if you couldn't tell, F/N."

F/N laughed a little as she moved Leon out and off of her, "Fuck, babe... that was really good; I missed you too by the way," F/N responded with a giggle. Leon gave her a small smile before picking her up bridal style.

"C'mon, babe, I'll go give you a bath. Just relax and I'll wash you off."

[ivyheaven]

"I dabble in dealing with crazy, think you might be surprised," or so she hoped. She wanted to be up for it, to be up to par for him. Listening to him talk about kids, how he loved them but hadn't considered them made her smile, because she understood what he meant. Shared the sentiment. He spoke so casually that her heart raced, how easily the potential for a future flowed from him. "I see what you're saying. I feel the same way. Hadn't thought about it much, or at all. You have also completely changed everything around me." Well, sort of. Their marriage conversation had been good, something she still stood by, though she had to admit part of her didn't hate the idea. "Half crazy, half insane - you're funny, those kids would be iconic. Really? Your brother's settled down already?" Admittedly, she ddi feel better about tonight's events, knowing he was not faltering in their relationship. "I'm hopeful we make it through college," she admitted to him for the first time.

Laurel watched intrigued as Eli's sister connected things together, even with the limited information she had provided. Her ears turned red before nodding. "Yes, that would be me, so sorry about that. Missing your costume would've been no good." Talking to the young girl was easing her worry, her calming presence but also just the adorable conversation that went with it. It didn't allow her to sit and overthink about the events that had unfolded. Or, the conversation Eli was having with his brother. "He did mention the voices, what's your favorite that he does? I'm sure I can bring up the stories my dad used to tell me. The ducky one sounds like more fun!" Completely engrossed in her story about the duckies, her smile just grew wider A story about finding family, it was a very heartwarming story. "Are duckies your favorite then?"

Isaac rolled his eyes as his brother spoke of the girl who got him tangled up in this mess. He had to admit that he had not heard his brother speak of someone this way, it was a first. It was something that would, on any other occasion, make him smile and feel ridiculously proud that he had found happiness. But, he just couldn't look past the fact that she represented danger. The people she knew put him at risk, and had already hurt him. Isaac couldn't stand for that, no matter how many cute words Eli added. "You sound very sure about her, and I would be glad for you Eli, truly. You know that, no one more than me, would celebrate you finding your person, but she is danger." What Isaac planned or didn't plan wasn't stupid (he thought, at least), so he sighed. "I won't do anything stupid, you know that. I just don't trust that," to not say he didn't trust her, "Has she done anything about this? If she doesn't put a stop to it, they'll keep coming for you. I don't like that you're vulnerable out there, and we're too far."

To that, he frowned. He hated when Eli referred to himself as a burden. Isaac knew why, some of the shit his family said was unforgivable. But, he had to know that they did not agree with that in the slightest. "You are not a burden, stop saying that. Serious shit or not, we'll figure it out. That's what family does. No internal damage, good. You'll be done soon, and Inez can drive you home afterwards. Emma too, she refused to stay. Had to go see you."

Isaac listened to him and chuckled, shaking his head at the idiocy of the guys that had gone after him. "You were judging their technique as they beat your ass? You're unbelievable. People who don't use their hands are cowards, afraid to chip a nail," he said, quoting what their mom told them when she taught them self-defense. "They really could've hurt you though, I hate that we're so far from you."

"Yeah? You want to deal with my crazy?" Eli asked as a small smile spread across his bruised cheeks. "I'll be honest, I love kids but never wanted any of my own. It was just not something I considered. Never having past relationships, there was never any point. But then I met you and everything fucking changed. I can see little kids running around being half you half me. Half crazy half insane. I'll be honest that my brother Isaac is the one that is meant to be a dad. He's got it down but if we make it out of college then I wouldn't mind trying for a kid."

"Friend from school," Emma repeated slowly. "Must be the one that he was late for me one night!" She was referring to the Halloween night where Eli promised he'd be there at seven but didn't come until eight. "He nearly missed my costume!" she nodded. "Yes. Stories make me feel better but only when he tells it. He does voices. Do you like stories? Do you have any?" she giggled and nodded. "I know the ducky one."

Taking a look behind her to see inez still following she squeezed laurel's hand and hummed. "There was this ducky swimming in a giant pool, he was lonely no one wanted to be his friend or take him home. So he swam and swam and swam until one day he found a waterfall. He was so thirsty and drank some water then surprise underneath the water he found a tiny family of duckies. One big one a medium one and a baby one. Lonely duck wasn't lonely anymore."

"Isa, she isn't just some girl. This isn't some college fling. I'm not that stupid. She's different. She stimulates my brain, makes my heart sing. The first person that has shifted my world to slow it down. Makes me feel like I'm not alone in this world. I'm not saying I'm gonna marry her today, besides she may not like what I have to say about marriage but for now. She's not just some girl. Yes I'm going out with her and no I'm not gonna stop because some jocks think they have some weird claim on her. You gotta promise you won't do something stupid when you get here."

"How could I not worry? This isn't like saying I go by my nickname. I'm putting you guys in the middle of some serious shit. You shouldn't carry with the burden that I am." But he knew it was of no use. If he knew them he knew there was a plan. A contingency plan and then a plan c. "Yeah. I got x rays done. They won't keep me since there isn't any internal damage thankfully. I just hate it here."

Eli wanted to joke around and with how isa was responding, they both needed it. "One had a really weak hand. They got a leg up because they used their feet not their fists. Remember what your mom said about people who didn't use their hands?"

[tynlvr]

chocolate stained kisses

haechan x gn!reader, friends to lovers

wc: 499

in which donghyuck thinks your chocolate chip cookies are sweet, but the taste of you is sweeter.

a/n: happy birthday haechan!!

you stretch from your position on the floor, looking across at donghyuck, who’s still engrossed in his work. the sun is shining brightly through your window and you think that this beautiful day is wasted, absolutely wasted, doing 4 hours of homework.

'hyuck,' you say sternly, causing him to look up.

'yes?' he inquires, tilting his head questioningly. you're struck once again by his absolutely stunning looks and that someone like him would want to spend time with you. his eyes, always happy, always scrunched into a smile, are twinkling prettily like they always do and his hair is flopping into his eyes and you have the strange urge to brush it back.

'helloooooo-'

'ah, yeah. wanna bake together?'

donghyuck blinks. 'you wanna bake with me? i will literally destroy your kitchen.'

you snicker. you don't doubt that but you could go for your favourite snack with someone who's rapidly becoming your favourite person. honestly, it scares you. you've only known donghyuck for a few months but he and his smile have snuck into your heart and made themselves a home there.

'yeah, but you won't, because i'll kill you.'

'can't kill me if i'm dead!'

'watch me,' you say, a serious expression on your face. you both burst into giggles as you move to hyuck's side, slapping his arm playfully and burying your face in his shoulder.

'okay okay okay, let's bake.'

——————

donghyuck is covered in flour. so are you. and you're both doubled over in laughter, free to cackle now that the cookies are in the oven. he looks adorable, snowy white dusting his flushed cheeks and curly hair, and his pillowy lips stained with melted chocolate. he's close. too close. flustered, you look away at the counter. it's a mess, the faux marble surface covered in bowls and utensils and more spilled flour. turning to hyuck, you begin to pick up some of the bowls and scrape the leftover dough into one of them.

'hyuck, we should probably clean this up.'

you finish scraping the dough and start licking the spoon, picking up some of the whisks and the other wooden spoon as you do, only to notice hyuck hasn't moved at all. he's staring at you, his gaze intense, and focused on your mouth, which is still busy removing leftover dough from the spoon.

'say that again,' he whispers, still eyes still burning.

'what?' you ask, just as quietly.

'my name. hyuck,' he responds. 'i love the way you say my name.'

'hyuck, what-'

he's moved closer, removing the equipment from your hands, and his arms creep around your waist. he leans in, almost like he's asking a question.

you're not sure who starts it, but you're kissing. he tastes like the chocolate chips, more of which found their way into his mouth than into the cookies. and when you pull away, needing air, he smiles that beautiful smile of his.

'the way you say my name isn't the only thing i love about you.'

i hope you loved this short drabble! i've been having severe haechan fever recently and this unfortunately is the only cure.

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[yuurivoice]

The vibes are high after today's audio. I really enjoyed this one, and hope everyone else did as well. Turns out, there might have been more than one surprise up my sleeve. ✨️

Monday we've got the continuation of Thomas' story, which has its own fair share of shenanigans.

How we feeling?

Me? I'm trying not to let the numbers get to me, but basically ever since the bullshit age restriction bonk on that Auron video, things have been rough. I don't know if it's just a combination of several factors or just that the past 10 videos have been top heavy with views and this is actually what normal looks like.

But again, I judge success off of how excited people get and how those reactions are. So I'm happy with where we are at, and we'll get the ball rolling on the numbers side of things eventually.

I'm almossssst not sick anymore, and have a big doctor's appointment tomorrow, but should be back on track soon for even more new stuff!

[dxrlingluv]

Hey, can I please request Apollo x fem Goddess reader, where they are in a secret relationship to keep it private. To have alone time together, cause as friends the other gods liked to crowd around them. They make accuses up to go meet each other. However, all the other gods are nosy trying to figure out clues as to who Apollo new lover is. Apollo keeps bragging that he’s got this lover, you heard him a couple of times. (It’s quite funny) (they even don’t know if it is a mortal or not) at the end part, They got so close to the truth through different clues, that the reader covers as a mortal that Apollo visits. However, The other gods ofc find out who is his lover. Fluff and lots of kisses. Thank you so much 😌

Secret Lover

A/N : I would like to thank everyone for all the love and support that I’ve been receiving. I really appreciate all of you. Also, thank you sun-rise05 for requesting this! Apollo art is from Gigi.

WARNING : Fluff, Fem!Goddess!Reader, kisses, secret relationships.

Word Count : 2.1k

The golden light of Olympus usually bathed everything in a cheerful glow, but for you and Apollo, the most precious light was the stolen kind, found in hidden moments away from the prying eyes of your fellow deities. You were Y/N, a goddess whose heart had been captured by the radiant God of Music and Prophecy, and he, in turn, was utterly devoted to you. Your love was a vibrant, secret melody played only for each other, a necessary concealment because, as much as you loved your divine family, they had an overwhelming tendency to crowd, to comment, to meddle. Privacy was a rare bloom on Olympus, and you and Apollo cultivated it with careful hands.

"Are you sure no one saw you leave?" you whispered, your fingers tracing the strong line of Apollo's jaw. You were nestled in a secluded alcove of Olympus, one an ancient Titan had forgotten, now draped with star-flowered vines that shimmered faintly, providing just enough light to see the adoring look in his golden eyes.

Apollo chuckled, a sound like wind chimes. "Positive, my radiant star. I told Hermes I was off to inspect a new sun-dial design in the mortal realm – something exceedingly dull about gnomons and precise angles. He looked so bored he practically waved me away." He leaned in, his lips brushing yours. "And you, my love? What grand excuse did you weave?"

"I mentioned a sudden urge to catalogue the whispers of the west wind," you murmured against his mouth. "Artemis raised an eyebrow, but she knows my penchant for the slightly obscure."

These were your rituals, the small deceptions that paved the way to these precious hours. Without them, your moments together would be punctuated by the boisterous arrival of Ares, the knowing winks of Aphrodite, or the well-meaning but lengthy advice of Hera. Here, though, there was only the soft rustle of the celestial vines and the thrum of your shared affection.

Lately, however, Apollo had been making your quest for secrecy a delightful challenge. He was, to put it mildly, bursting with joy, and it spilled out of him like sunlight through clouds.

"You should have seen Zeus's face today," Apollo recounted, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he lounged beside you, his head in your lap. "I was humming a new tune, one I wrote for you, of course..." He paused to kiss your palm. "And he asked if I'd finally found a Muse powerful enough to inspire such... 'saccharine sentimentality,' he called it." Apollo grinned. "I just smiled and said my inspiration was 'truly divine and utterly captivating, unlike anything Olympus has ever known.'"

You laughed, gently stroking his golden hair. "Subtlety, my love, is a virtue you seem to be misplacing more often these days."

"How can I be subtle when I'm so incandescently happy?" he protested, nuzzling your hand. "This love, Y/N, it makes me want to sing from the highest peak of Olympus! But," he sighed dramatically, "for our peace, I merely brag a little. Let them wonder."

And wonder they did. The other gods were abuzz. Apollo, the eternally charming but often emotionally elusive sun god, was clearly besotted. He was more vibrant, his music more passionate, his prophecies occasionally tinged with flowery, romantic metaphors that made Pythonesses blush.

"He's definitely got a new lover," Aphrodite declared one afternoon, reclining on a cloud as Hermes zipped back and forth, delivering nectar and gossip with equal speed. "Did you see that new laurel wreath he was wearing? Woven with flowers I've never seen before on Olympus."

"And he keeps disappearing," Hermes added, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Says he's 'checking on his oracles,' but he comes back smelling faintly of wild jasmine and... starlight? It's very specific. And he's always humming these ridiculously romantic tunes."

"He claims his new love is 'ethereally beautiful and possesses a wisdom that outshines Athena's'," Artemis grumbled to Hera, though there was a hint of grudging curiosity in her tone. "He's being insufferably smug about it. But he won't say who. He just smirks and says we wouldn't understand the depth of such a 'celestial alignment.'"

The other gods didn't even know if this mysterious paramour was a mortal, a nymph, or perhaps even a Titaness from a forgotten age. Apollo's vague, grandiose descriptions gave them nothing concrete. Was it a queen from a distant land whose beauty rivaled Helen's? A shy dryad hidden deep within a primordial forest? The speculation was endless and increasingly fervent.

One sun-drenched afternoon, the pursuit nearly came to a head. You and Apollo had planned to meet in a quiet meadow on the slopes of Mount Cithaeron, a place where mortal shepherds rarely trod and gods even less so. You had told your divine companions you were seeking rare herbs for a new ambrosia recipe. Apollo claimed he was guiding the sun chariot on a slightly more southerly route to encourage an early spring.

You arrived first, settling under the shade of an ancient olive tree, your heart fluttering with anticipation. When Apollo appeared, a radiant figure against the blue sky, you rushed into his embrace. His kisses were warm, tasting of sunlight and pure joy.

"I missed you," he whispered, holding you tight. "Every moment apart feels like an age."

"And I you," you replied, when suddenly, a familiar winged sandal flashed at the edge of your vision. Hermes. And he wasn't alone. Aphrodite was with him, her eyes wide with triumphant discovery, and even cautious Artemis peered from behind a cypress tree.

Your divine aura, your true form, would be instantly recognizable. Panic, cold and sharp, pricked at you. Apollo tensed, sensing your alarm and seeing the intruders in the same instant.

Thinking faster than you ever had, you pulled slightly away from Apollo, deliberately softening your features, dimming your innate godly glow, and allowing a touch of human frailty to flicker across your expression. You focused on the small, unassuming cottage you'd once seen nestled in a valley like this, channeling the image of a simple, mortal woman. It was a trick you'd practiced, a way to walk unseen among mortals, but never had you deployed it with such urgency.

"Oh, my Lord Apollo," you said, your voice a shade softer, more human, your eyes downcast as if in awe of a deity. "You honor my humble dwelling with your presence."

Apollo, bless his quick wit, caught on instantly. His surprise flickered for a mere heartbeat before his charming, slightly condescending god-to-mortal smile snapped into place.

"Ah, my dear," he said, his voice booming slightly, playing his part to perfection. He gently extricated himself from your hold, though his fingers brushed yours with a secret reassurance. "I was just... admiring the view. And your, ah, charming little olive grove. Such fine trees."

Hermes, Aphrodite, and Artemis slowly approached, their expressions a mixture of suspicion and confusion.

"Apollo?" Artemis called out, her bow still in hand. "What are you doing here? And who is this... mortal?"

"Just a local," Apollo said breezily, gesturing towards you. "A devout follower, it seems. She tends this grove. I occasionally stop by to offer a blessing. For the olives, you know. Very important, olives."

Aphrodite scrutinized you. You kept your gaze humble, your energy carefully dampened. You looked like any other pretty, if somewhat overwhelmed, mortal woman in the presence of gods. The wild jasmine scent Hermes had mentioned earlier? It came from the garland you'd been weaving, now clutched in your hand as if it were a simple offering.

"She seems... rather taken with you, Apollo," Aphrodite purred, though a hint of doubt lingered in her eyes. The passionate embrace they'd glimpsed didn't quite align with a god blessing a random mortal's olive grove.

"Well, I am rather dazzling, am I not?" Apollo said with a disarming grin, preening slightly. "It's a burden, but someone has to bear it."

Hermes still looked suspicious. "So, this is the one you've been composing those epic love ballads for? A mortal olive tender?" He didn't sound convinced.

"Inspiration comes from many places, my swift friend," Apollo said smoothly. "The simple beauty of the mortal world, the devotion of my followers... it all fuels the creative fire." He then clapped his hands together. "Well, duty calls! The sun won't guide itself, and these olives seem sufficiently blessed for today. Farewell, dear lady!" He gave you a formal, divine nod, then turned to his celestial companions. "Shall we?"

Reluctantly, the trio followed him, though Aphrodite cast one last, long look over her shoulder at you. You stayed in your mortal guise until their divine light had completely vanished over the horizon, then sank to the ground, your heart still pounding. It had been far too close.

For weeks after, the "mortal olive tender" became the leading theory. Apollo, to his credit, played along, occasionally mentioning his "rustic muse" and her "charming simplicity." It was a clever cover, and it threw the others off your true scent, allowing you and Apollo to return to your carefully guarded, secret meetings, albeit with even more caution.

The truth, however, had a funny way of revealing itself, especially on Olympus.

It happened during the grand festival of Dionysus, a night of revelry, music, and uninhibited joy. The great hall of Olympus was filled with gods and goddesses, wine flowed freely, and the air thrummed with laughter and song. Apollo was, naturally, at the heart of the musical celebrations, his lyre singing with a passion that made even the stones of Olympus vibrate.

You were watching him, your heart swelling with love and pride. He caught your eye across the hall, and even amidst the chaos, his gaze was intimate, a secret message just for you. He began a new melody, one you recognized instantly – the tune he'd been humming for weeks, the one he'd told Zeus was inspired by a "truly divine and utterly captivating" love. But this time, as he played, he sang the words, his voice clear and true, echoing through the hall.

The lyrics spoke not of fleeting mortal beauty or simple devotion, but of shared starlight, of whispered secrets in celestial gardens, of a love as boundless and eternal as the cosmos. He sang of eyes that held the wisdom of ancient nebulae and a touch that ignited galaxies within him. There was no mistaking it – this was not a song for a mortal.

As the last note faded, a hush fell over the usually boisterous hall. All eyes turned from Apollo to you, then back to Apollo. He was looking directly at you, a radiant, unabashed smile on his face, his heart in his eyes.

Aphrodite gasped, a perfectly manicured hand flying to her lips. "The whispers of the west wind... the star-flowered vines... not a mortal?"

Hermes' jaw dropped. "The 'celestial alignment'! Of course! You weren't visiting a mortal, you were visiting her!" He pointed a dramatic finger between you and Apollo.

Artemis simply stared, then a slow smile spread across her face. "So, that's why your archery has been so poetic lately, brother."

A warm blush crept up your neck, but as you met Apollo's loving gaze, a sense of relief, as potent as any nectar, washed over you. The secret was out.

Apollo set down his lyre and walked towards you, parting the stunned crowd of deities. He took your hands, his golden eyes full of adoration.

"Yes," he announced, his voice ringing with pride, for all of Olympus to hear. "My inspiration, my love, my happily ever after. Not a mortal, though she could charm the birds from the trees in any form. This is Y/N, and she is the goddess of my heart."

He leaned down and kissed you, deeply and tenderly, right there in the middle of the grand hall, with every god and goddess of Olympus as their audience. There were a few surprised gasps, then a smattering of applause, led, surprisingly, by Zeus, who was chuckling. Aphrodite was already cooing about the romantic implications, while Hermes was mentally cataloging all the clues he'd missed.

The crowding and comments would surely come later, but in that moment, wrapped in Apollo's embrace, with his lips on yours, none of it mattered. The secret melody was finally playing for all to hear, and it was beautiful. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours.

"No more excuses?" you whispered, a joyful laugh bubbling up.

"No more excuses," he confirmed, his smile dazzling. "Just endless verses of our love song, sung for all eternity." He kissed you again, and then again, each kiss a promise, a celebration, a perfect note in your shared, no-longer-secret symphony. The fluff was undeniable, and the kisses, as you had always known they would be with Apollo, were plentiful and divine.

[theotherrookie]

"Cyclists are fizzy drinks." That made a lot of sense, actually. The information was dutifully filed away and gave Erica something else to think about while they continued with their looting. Catching a speeding cyclist would be a nice challenge.

That could be one way to test another one of her new tricks...

"Carthage didn't want us to be anything like what we are now. So you're both correct." Willow replied, "And I'm glad you were able to break away from that situation as I am that my own brothers were able to upgrade from being fugitives and partners in crime to being a happy family."

"Willow's brothers are nice!" Erica chimed in, "They're also Rook's bosses over here but way older than ours."

That made her wonder whether there were more Russells, Travis and maybe Simons out there. Though she made sure to keep her thoughts to herself. The brothers had their fair share of the esoteric already.

"Yeah, we don't know where they have been." Erica agreed, before offering Travis the key, "I can't drive. You can have it."

While she could have done without the noise of glass shattering, it was music to Lucien's ears. Fragments of Five's attack still disturbed his dreams, but perhaps they would cease now.

Lucien nodded. "Yes. Although, this would be even better if we could get our hands on that chair he was seemingly so fond of."

Rook would have loved setting it on fire, at least.

Erica grinned, then reached to take one of the tactical masks. "I'll keep one for target practice. You know, I'll put it on a mannequin, maybe add a clown nose so it looks more like Five before I flushed him. Something like that."

Rook let out another sigh. She was exhausted more than in a physical way, but she had to speak her mind there.

"I guess it has to do with all the things I got told growing up. A part of me thinks there's really something wrong with me and that I'm going to screw up." And for that, she only had to thank Rick. "I know it's not true, but it's hard to shut up that kinda thing. I haven't been doing it for that long."

She was making an effort to think positive and listen to whoever insisted she was good enough. It just took a while to get used to and she was also trying to come to terms with some changes her magic had prompted.

Someday she would open up about why she resented her wings so much, but for now Rook was content simply stealing another quick hug. The fluff of her mantel muffled her voice.

"I'm not the best at showing it but it means a lot to hear that. I didn't get to hear this kind of thing a lot."

Almost not at all, all things considered. Her failed father had always been stingy with compliments.

Rook then let go. "Well, I better get to the arson now..."

Veronica was glad to see they seemed to agreed on how to best treat Frosty. More than anything, she was glad all talk about petty pranks had stopped when it became clear a couple of bandaids and an energy drink wouldn't be enough to send the young mage on his way. The ghost lady could think of many reasons why he wouldn't be welcome home and too many of them could be the consequence of Five's direct interference.

In any case, the spray bottle wasn't necessary anymore, thus was stored back in her bag.

"Five's abilities are almost entirely new to me as well. While this isn't as severe as what he has used on Lucien, I feel we may be able to solve this by adapting one of your recipes again."

If it ain't broke and such. Veronica watched Antonio at work now that she finally had the chance to do so. It was fascinating but being a literal wandering soul, she made sure not to get lost in that swirling abyss.

Frosty would have done so as well if he hadn't reacted too slowly. The truth was he hardly needed to be persuaded to go back to sleep. Though now he too hoped it wouldn't be as bad of a time as earlier.

Veronica carefully checked his pulse, then nodded approvingly. "Very well. Let's take him to Erika. He can safely rest in the pocket while we go have a nice night out in the city."

"Variety is good!" And Erica appreciated that she was being humored. Most people started questioning her logic and that was very much not the point.

"I have noticed that mistakes are sometimes necessary in order to learn." Willow replied, "I almost lost my brothers once and that served as a reminder that family can't simply be cast aside until your earliest convenience, or managed like another company asset."

It used to be easier to do so when it was still just the five of them. But even with the facility and the children to look after, they still tried to make time to be together even for just a meal.

The shadows were dispelled once the crane was gone, leaving Erica free to have a closer look at the scattered belongings in case there was something unsafe to handle. It turned out her hunch was right

"...Oh no." She raised her hands, motioning to keep a safe distance. "Don't touch these tools! There's Ratchet's smell on them."

It was only fair everybody would know. Erica then shoved some notes aside and snatched a car key off the table. Now they could steal Five's car in a funnier way than feeding it to the void.

Willow quietly retrieved a box to store the books they were taking. They were going to the same place as the car, but half of the entertainment for Rook was digging into the pile for anything of interest. Presentation did indeed matter.

Lucien gladly drew his baseball bat and joined Russell. He aimed for a row of vials still waiting to be filled, then took a moment to savor the feeling.

"I know he will buy another one, but this feels great."

He almost felt like he could breath a little better.

Rook made to climb off Bill's back once they reached the roof, moving carefully so her spikes would not ruin his outfit. She took a moment to check their surroundings, before looking back at him.

"It's not much. I just..." She let out a tired sigh, "I've always been worried of losing control and hurting those around me and it's been hard to even look at Five. He's all those things and he likes it. He made it too real."

Rook trailed off as the memories of her time under Five's influence threatened to resurface.

"...But at the same time, it made me feel better." she then added, "Because I know what went wrong with him and know what to watch out for and I... just needed to say it out loud. I might still not be nice to myself in the future, but I feel a bit better for now."

She didn't dare adding that she felt a bit bad for Five as well, not after everything he had done. For now, a promise that she would try not resenting herself for being what she was as much would suffice.

Veronica was glad to see Frosty wasn't trying to fight back as they tended to him. He didn't do as much as flinch when he was sprayed and raise a hand to shield his face. That alone was a struggle in his current state. The best he could hope for was to pass out and not have to endure for as long as he could whatever they were really planning for him.

"Well, a cup of my special tea is in order, but we should wait a few more hours for that. His abilities have been tampered with enough, we would risk causing permanent damage." Veronica replied, "The best we can do right now is tending to his physical injuries."

Toxins aside, Frosty was going to feel very sore from the beating he took before going berserk.

"For now, though, sleep is the best medicine for him. Would you mind tending to that, Antonio? Erika told me that's a specialty of yours."

[agirlandherquill]

writecamp - day 6, june 6th

happy day 6 campers! we're almost a week into the challenge i can't believe it!

the rules are as follows: choose a prompt (or as many of them as you like) from the list, write something and share your creation with the rest of writeblr, and share the game with others, because as we all know writing is a gift and it deserves to be shared! and of course, tag me in your responses because i cannot wait to see them!

as usual, the prompt list will be under the cut!

The Prompt List

Dialogue Prompts:

"Your mistakes are not mine. They were never mine. Even I would not do such a thing."

"This was hopeless. You are hopeless, do you understand that?"

"Truth costs more than lies. Will you pay for it?"

"You would never understand, I would give everything to ensure you never will."

"I long for you. How foolish of me. How silly I lose my very own heart."

Setting Prompts:

A bleeding ballroom

A haunted circus

A humble home

A rocking ship

An abandoned island

Narration Prompts:

She held her losses close, and her rewards scattered to the hands of fate.

He would never know the price of such a sacrifice, of a duty he had not the strength to obey.

The day. as brutal, as bloody, as soul-wrenching as it was, was finally done.

There was once a land without stories, without history, until they made it.

A victory was nothing without someone to share it with, but there was no-one else, no other survivors.

Feeling Prompts:

The tell of tears

The lack of lies

The itch of ire

The bruise of a broken heart

The softness of a smile

all the best for day 6, you've all made such a brilliant start to the challenge, and i can't wait to see what you write!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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now for the tags! for writecamp, because i have a feeling there's going to be so many of you, i'm going to do tags a little bit differently and instead tag all you lovely campers in the comments! (to hopefully get around any tag limits/difficulties because we all know there's going to be problems, it's inevitable and i'm going to do my best to avoid any issues in that area) (the tag list will also be completed a short while after this post comes out seeing as i unfortunately cannot queue comments, but i'll get there in the end :) )

but of course, if you would like to be tagged in future daily challenges for writecamp, all you've got to do is interact with this post - it'll be monitored throughout the entirety of the challenge to ensure nobody who wants to be tagged misses out!

[dodger432101]

Would it be too far out of your comfort zone to write something, anything really, between Lux and a Trans man reader?

[I myself am not trans, so please forgive me if I got anything about the experience wrong.]

If someone had come up to you a month ago and said “You're gonna meet the God of Light at your workplace.”, you'd be asking what they've been smoking (and maybe if you could have some).

Now, however, you've accepted your fate as the victim of silly pranks from the God in a cartoon’s body. Sweeping up popcorn? You're getting some thrown at the back of your head. Need a light? The one above you keeps dimming just enough so that you can't see what you're doing. Testing the films? A character's gonna pop up and act off script to get a laugh out of you. And you wouldn't change any of it for the world.

After a month of knowing Lux, you have one little secret you feel you need to tell him. But you're nervous about what his reaction will be.

With how you've presented yourself, he's always referred to you as a man. It made you feel all fuzzy, happy that you were looking the way you felt was right. Though you can't help but feel you're lying to him. This wasn't how you were born. Would he feel differently about you if he knew that? Sure he flirted with you plenty, even though he seemed to present himself as a guy, so maybe he would be accepting of you. But you couldn't help your nerves.

So far you'd managed to hide the fact you were trans; taking breaks from your binder while he was otherwise distracted, keeping your hair in a hat or finding someone who'd cut it in a more masculine style. Mr Pye would help out however he could, putting on films for Lux when he saw you pulling at your binder through your work shirt. He'd always been supportive of you, gifting you some of his old clothes back when you didn't have many men’s clothes to wear. “Tell him when you feel ready, not when you think he needs to hear it.” Of course, he didn't want you to force yourself to have a conversation you weren't ready for. You'd delayed it for long enough now. You wanted to tell him.

You're sitting with the God of Light, munching on a shared bag of popcorn while you watch some old classic with him. Mr Pye had gone to get himself a drink, giving you a bit of privacy while you prepared to speak to Lux. You take a glance at the little toon next to you. His eyes are focused on the screen, his head resting on one hand while the other throws a piece of popcorn into his mouth. Right, stop delaying. You can do this. Just say what you need to, the door is right there if he doesn't take it well- oh god what if he doesn't take it well? He's the only person besides Mr Pye that's going to know. What if he gets angry at you for not telling him sooner? What if-

“Hey, you alright, handsome? I can hear your breathing over the film.” You take a deep breath, gripping onto the arm rests of your seat as you try to calm down. Lux couldn't care less about the movie anymore, his attention all on you. “What's going on, sunshine? Haven't seen you this stressed before.” He gives you a soft smile, turning in his chair so he's facing you. Well, here you go. Please don't be too mad, Lux.

“I'm trans.” The words just about spill from your mouth. You can't even look at him with the fear he'll take it wrong, eyes fixated on the movie in front of you. Lux is silent for a few seconds. Then, in your peripheral, you see him lean forward onto the armrest, head resting on his fist.

“What does that mean?”

Ah. Right. You hadn't even imagined that a God wouldn't know about this kind of topic. “It uh.. means I was… born in a body I wasn't comfortable with. So I've changed my appearance to fit into what I want to look like. And I've trained my voice to sound different to what it was before.” You find the courage to look over at him.

He blinks, looking over to the screen while he thinks before he's smiling at you. “Ok! Are you happy with how you look and sound now?”

Oh. “Uhm, yeah, just about. There's still some things I want to change but.. they require money. So I'm saving up for that.” He frowns at the notion of you not being 100% happy yet. “It's ok, Lux, I have ways to manage it. I'm doing alright for now.”

That gets his smile back. “Well alright then!” He rolls over so his back is up against his seat again. “Why’d you take so long to tell me, pretty boy? I've known ya for a whole month! Did you need to know me for a certain amount of time before I could know your big secret?” His tone is light as ever, clearly just joking with you, but you can't help but feel bad for keeping it from him for so long.

Your gaze turns to your lap. “I was worried you.. wouldn't accept me as I am now. I can't help but feel I've been lying to you for all the time I've known you. I thought you might be angry, or you'd treat me differently if you knew.” You fiddle with your hands in your lap, watching as a blue four fingered hand reaches over to lay on top of yours.

Lux is frowning when you look back up at him, but it's not an annoyed expression. His antennae are droopy. That only happens when he's.. sad. “Why would I not accept who you want to be? I don't completely understand what you mean by being trans but, I've known you as this for a month now.” His hand moves to cup your cheek, smiling as the skin warms up with your blush. “We Gods change our looks all the time. All different genders, species, sometimes we can't even be comprehended by mortal eyes.” He moves into your lap as he speaks, both hands now on your face. “I could never be angry at you for wanting to be who you are. Who you feel most comfortable being. Besides,” His eyes scan your face, noticeably lingering on your lips. “You're quite the looker right now, hot shot. You've really done a good job with making yourself a handsome guy.”

Your face is burning as you lean back in your seat to escape his grasp, your own hands hiding your face while he giggles. You feel him gently pry your hands away, his smiling face coming into view. “Well, I'm uh, I'm glad you like it.” His antennae curl into a heart shape as he leans forward.

“Oh, sunshine, I love it.” Just before his lips touch yours he pauses. He's giving you a chance to tell him no. Like hell you're doing that. You close that tiny gap, hugging him to you as you kiss the God of Light. His arms wrap around your neck, humming at the feeling of your lips against his. You jump as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, making him pull away. “Ah, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

With a chuckle, you cuddle him to your chest, fishing some more popcorn out of the bag to feed to him. “It's ok, sweetheart, you just surprised me.” He hums in relief at that, spreading out on top of you as his attention turns back to the movie. With that weight off your shoulders, you relax into your seat, watching the rest of the film with Lux in your lap.