#summer huffs stuff tho

[notfernintheslighest]

[giveafike]

Hi can you write Elliot euphoria and YN have a camping indoors sleepover that leads to more than just friends. Extra smutty please 🤭

TLDR: Elliot and Y/N planned a "camping trip" during college vacation and well, one thing led to another and...

Word count + info: 2.1k THIS ONE IS LONGGGG! Dialogue (it’s mostly sex talk and them being silly goofy guys). Female college!readerxElliot (no specifications).

Warnings + Content Ahead: NSFW this is 18+ MDNI, 420 mentioned, biting, oral sex, no protection (smh), lotta making out and mouth stuff, thigh riding 🤭 I think that’s it!

Azzie Notes ✚: Chat we are so back! sorry I took so long bro, IRL has been soo fkin messy atm but I just needed to write and get back on here. Why is my inbox ovulating so hard tho 😭  guys lets be demure too (kidding I need dom more than ever before now that Dominic has gone MIA)I hope u enjoy it's been a while! I also mentioned Euphoria like,.. the actual word and geeked out a bit go try n find it and geek out w me

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When It Rains, It Pours - D.F.

“Oh, dude you’ve got to be fuckin' kidding me” He huffs.

There you both were, like two idiots holding hamper baskets with blankets, snacks, rolling papers, and small pillows, staring out the glass door into the backyard as rain poured down heavy, the sound of wind whistling as the drops hit the windowed door hard.

You and Elliot had spent many summers “camping” in his backyard since High School and since college had separated your time together, what better way to reunite than kicking off summer in your hometown by camping? Only this year, you both promised to save up and go somewhere this time, but alas, it was just you, Elliot, his empty house and, the torrential rain outside. You both stood in matching tartan shorts and your graduation grey t-shirts from high school like a bunch of losers.

You sigh as you set down your hamper. “So much for that camping trip, huh?” you smirk, biting a smile down.

He sets his hamper basket down too and rummages through it to find his rolling paper and his little bag of weed. “Can’t believe our fuckin’ luck man” He murmurs angrily as he fumbles his papers up.

You sigh and reach over, grabbing his now crumpled paper, and, plop yourself down on the beanbag by the door before rolling his blunt for him. He sighs and sits on the floor between your legs, placing his chin on your knee before looking up at your face, and tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I missed this- I mean I missed you, ya know? Seeing your Instagram Stories and FaceTiming isn’t the same, you even look different. I really wanted to have something to remind you of me, like old times sake sort of thing, whatever that shit means” he mumbles, before pressing his cheek onto your knee, avoiding eye contact.

Your eyes widen at his confession and you stop in your tracks, your fingers moving away from the paper to his face, bringing his eyes back to look at you. Elliot had a lot messed up but one thing was for sure; he always had your back and was always there whenever you needed him.

You both were messed up together, he was your first kiss accidentally, you accidentally smoked weed together, and you both accidentally spent the night in a jail cell after trying to joyride an old car, only to end up crashing that same car within the span of a few minutes since neither of you could drive. Something about those accidents made your heart flutter and kept you around Elliot closer rather than push you away, even though your parents didn’t exactly take it well. Now, after spending almost 8 months away, you were worried Elliot felt like he was slipping away.

“Elli, you’ll always have me, you know that right? Like, you’ve fucked me up so bad that we have a trauma bond, you can’t expect me to slip away, dude. A-And remember one time it rained like this and we made an indoor fort? How ‘bout we do that then, yeah? We have all the stuff for it, the weed and all.” You smile, hoping to get a small laugh out of him as you hold his head, his eyes boring into yours while your fingers coil around his blonde-tipped hair.

He sighs and closes his eyes softly, before nodding, grunting as he gets up. He looks down at you before you lift your head to meet his gaze. Elliot lowers himself to plant kisses on your forehead with an overwhelming tenderness that sends shivers down your spine. It turns almost possessive as he trails it down to your cheek and peppers it with long kisses. Your breath hitches and you feel like melting under his touch. You had never felt a simple kiss to be so sensual but here you were, shivering with your breath hitching. He brings his mouth to your ear, his breath slow and almost ragged.

“If you left me, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do...” His breath is ragged against your skin as he nips at your earlobe before abruptly standing upright again. He digs into his pockets as he walks over and attends to unpacking the hampers, acting nonchalant despite the raw passion still coursing through him. Elliot has kissed and touched you before, albeit while high, but something felt so different, so desperate at this moment.

You try to shrug it off as you roll a few more blunts before crawling inside the now-built fort Elliot had made. He sits on his knees as he puts up some string lights and fluffs up some pillows before resting on his elbows and leaning back. You sit in front of him, holding a blunt between your lips. He can’t help but smile as he brings his old lighter up to you, setting it alight and bringing his face close. The first hit in your lungs feels like home as you exhale with a giggle, blowing the smoke directly into his face. His eyes narrow playfully as he leans in, not breaking eye contact. Instead of simply taking the blunt, his lips brush against yours—soft, lingering—before catching the blunt between them. The kiss is brief but electric, the blunt slipping from your mouth to his as his lips hover close, teasing. For a moment, his face stays just inches from yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with the haze of smoke.

It’s like you’re in his pocket and he’s in yours, both of you wrapped around each others’ fingers. Your back is almost pressed to his, your face tilted up to look at his while his hands wrap around your waist, under your shirt and the waistband of your shorts feeling your smooth skin. It must’ve been 20 minutes when you decide to put the blunt to the side on a small tray and reach up to his face, this time parting his mouth for a kiss. It’s lazy and relaxed as you shift your body to straddle his thigh, your tongue slipping in. Elliot moans into the kiss, holding your hip with one hand and gripping your hair tight with the other.

You grind and gyrate on his thigh, your hands pulling at his curls; you knew he went crazy for hair tugs. His lips trail your neck, his tongue and teeth trailing and gnawing as he laps the length from your collarbone to your earlobe. You let out a whimper as you continue to buck against his thigh, desperate for more. You pull away, pressing your forehead to his.

“Elli, please… don’t hold back” you murmur, pleading as you heave.

He doesn’t answer, instead, he nods and takes his hand under your t-shirt to lift it up and over your head in one swift motion before connecting his lips back to yours. You gasp as you feel the cold air hit your naked torso, the sensation fresh with the sound of you making out with rain noises in the background and the smell of marijuana burning away. It all feels so right, so real.

His head dips between the valley of your breasts, suckling while holding eye contact, lazily moving his mouth over your breast, gliding the tip of his tongue in painful slow circles before taking your nipple between your teeth. His eyes look into yours with pure innocence and attentiveness, as you moan and hold his head there, roaming his curls as you continue to rock back and forth on his thigh, desperately trying for some friction for your now soaking core. You roll his t-shirt up and take it off his torso, throwing it to the side.

Elliot holds you and places you down on the pillow and the mess of bedsheets covering the wooden floor. He leans down, planting soft kisses from the nape of your neck to the edge of your waistband. He perks up to look at you with those sweet eyes you can never get enough of.

“You’re stunning, you know that, Y/N? You always have been.” He whispers shyly before tugging at your waistband looking for approval.

You nod and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion, discarding them outside of the fort. Elliot almost groans at the sight of you completely naked, his eyes filled with desire and admiration. He grabs the blunt placed on the tray and takes a long drag. Smoke billows from his lips and drifts towards your glistening center, making you shiver with anticipation. You moan at the sensation, feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. His head dips down while he kisses your inner thighs, licking softly. He kisses your core, right on your bud making you gasp. Elliot gently spreads your lips, taking one long lick up, circling over your bud. Something about how easy and purposeful he was being had made this all the more arousing, loud moans and encouragement rolling out from your lips begging him to keep going.

Elliot eats you out as if it's his sole duty, his purpose in life, and takes his sweet time to savour you, to thrust his tongue in and out of you, to drink you up until it brings your next orgasm, and then do it all over again. His hand thumbs your breast, the other holding your hips down as you continuously buck up for each wave of pleasure he gives you that ripples through your body. Elliot reaches down to free his member as he carries you through yet another orgasm, this time jerking himself off in slow, lazy strokes, dedicating himself to you first.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’re seeing stars, everything is flowing perfectly and harmoniously for the first time in a long time. You prop yourself up on your elbows as you watch him gently guide himself to your wet core. Elliot rubs his head up and down before thrusting in, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or displeasure. You grab his shoulder with one hand and bite your lip, nodding to ask him to keep going. He pushes in further, bottoming out inside of you entirely. Your tight hole twitches around his member, adjusting to his size as he slowly moves out, before pounding back in.

It doesn’t take much for Elliot to lose control and find himself relentlessly thrusting into you, roughly gripping a hand to your breast as he moves at a furious pace. You let out provocative giggles and purrs, further fueling his intense desire as he thrusts in and out of you. The fort feels humid, the sound of rain and skin slapping filling the room. Your body craves this, needing more and more as every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through your entire body. Elliot's red eyes are locked on yours, his face contorted with pure passion, your name spilling out like a prayer. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go even deeper. His breath hitches as he pounds into you, his hips bucking wildly. The smell of sweat and sex fills the air as he continues to pound, his name echoing from your lips with every thrust.

As you near the edge, you can feel yourself tightening around him, squeezing each time he slams into you. Elliot grabs your hips, holding you tightly as he thrusts faster and harder, his eyes locked on yours. His face is a mix of passion and desperation, knowing you are about to shatter beneath him. And then it happens. You both reach your peaks, sending a jolt of euphoria through the both of you before collapsing, rocking together in one final attempt to ride out your highs. Your nails dig roughly into his shoulder as Elliot bites down on yours, your arms holding him as he lies on top of you before he pulls out and falls to your side. You both breathe out with your mouths dry and skin slick with sweat as you stare up at the bedsheet lined fort ceiling covered in string lights.

Elliot sits up to lazily grab the blunt from the tray, accidentally brushing past one of the fort supports. He pauses for a moment, before exhaling and lying back, taking a drag before handing it to you, smiling.

“You know, for a second there I thought I fuckin’ ruined the momen-” He’s cut off by the fort caving in, entangling you both in sheets. You can’t even be mad at him, he just accidentally crashed his own fort after making your legs shake. God knows how the rest of the night goes, but at least it’s spent with good, old Elli.

[heys0ulmate]

veneration (this faith's got me high)

pairing: sofia falcone/gigante x f!reader

summary: sofia isn't the same anymore- but you've waited too long for her to care.

warnings: uhh .. unnegotiated/dubcon, gun usage, slight bondage, passing out, im sure im missing stuff, not proofread, major abuse of italics sorry lmao

word count: 4.6K

A/N: this is the first part of what i PLAN to be a series, tho im not sure when the next part(s) will be out. i legitimately havent published a fic in over a decade so im sorry that its like. poorly structured LOL. not much smut in this one sorry yall. title from holy by zolita btw. also this was posted prematurely by accident cus it was still in my drafts but oh well

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You don't recognize the room you're in, but you feel no danger. All you feel is giddiness and bliss.

There's something warm next to you. Sofia.

Her red, pretty lips are moving, corners curled up slightly, but you can't hear her. You laugh despite the fact, because it feels right. The joy in your chest overwhelming.

She's closer, now. You're laughing hysterically, to the point of tears. It's getting hard to breathe.

Sofia cups your face. She looks scared, but you still can't hear what she's saying. You can't speak- all you can do is laugh and choke for air.

The room changes.

It's crowded.

You spot Sofia from across the galley.

Something in you tells you to run to her, as fast as you can, like you'll die if you don't. It's an all-consuming type of panic, the inability to breathe slowly creeping back.

You push past the crowd, but the more progress you make, the larger the room seems to grow.

The crowd parts, and you see her. She's leaving the room, hand in hand with her father. Her lips are parted in a scream that you still can't hear.

"Sofia!" You shriek, running as fast as you can now that the people have cleared a path.

You're inches away from Sofia and the grip her father has on her when you suddenly hear her voice loud and clear from behind you.

"She's not here anymore."

You bolt up from your bed, gasping for air and flailing under your blanket, desperately trying to wrestle it off.

It takes a minute to gather your bearings.

"Shit," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes.

It shouldn't phase you. You can't remember a single night in the past ten goddamn years that you haven't woken up from a some sort of dream-turned nightmare about Sofia. But something about this one seemed to stick to you like summer heat, an uncomfortable, lingering sensation that seems to amplify the harder you try to ignore it.

"She's not here anymore."

It rings through your head like a catchy song as you stumble into the kitchen for a glass of water.

In the ten years since Sofia was taken from you, you haven't heard her voice even once. You weren't allowed visitation as a non-family member, and phone calls were prohibited for the same reason.

It was almost if the sanctions had carried over into your psyche, some form of cruel punishment that prevented you from hearing her even in your dreams.

At least you were able to see her at night.

You'd never grown used to the inevitable, debilitating dread that suffocated you each time you awoke, but you still looked forward to falling asleep each night, knowing it'd grant you a brief illusion of having Sofia by your side again.

"She's not here anymore."

You try not to think to hard about it, to instead appreciate the blessing of being graced with her voice, even if it was just subconscious. You tell yourself it's probably just a result of the weeks recent events; the flooding of Gotham city. The death of Carmine Falcone.

The impact of it all must have rattled you.

That's all.

But... you can't shake the nagging feeling that there was something more.

It's then that your phone rings on your bedside table. *BRRR*

You set your water cup down with a huff, shuffling your feet slowly towards your bedroom. You're in no rush to pick up. Who the fuck call at this time of night; and without warning?

In your experience, this meant one of two things: the call was your basic, run of the mill scam attempt, or a reporter who had found your number and was desperate for some kind of story. Not that you'd ever give them one, of course. Even when Sofia was still around, and your relationship was somewhat in the public eye, you never discussed anything with journalists of any kind.

After Sofia was sent to Arkham, the scrutiny on you had increased. You went from being the occasionally mentioned girlfriend of Carmine Falcone's daughter, to 'the woman who loved The Hangman.'

Generally, the public saw you as a pseudo-victim; someone who had been manipulated by The Hangman, paraded to maintain a false image, and used as a front to keep Sofia's cover. They didn't believe you when you claimed to have been with Sofia on three of the nights that those women were killed. "The poor girl- who knows what that woman subjected her to, to make her lie for her?"

The year following her arrest was the peak of your exposure. You were relentlessly assaulted with press whenever you went outside, and you had to change your cell phone number four times.

Everyone was dying for an inside scoop on what it was like to know The Hangman intimately.

By the second year, you were more comfortable leaving the house. You moved just outside of Gotham, and slowly, the pressure for statements and interviews died down the longer Sofia was away. You still get the occasional phone call, someone hoping that now that it's been 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 years, maybe you'd be willing to share your 'story.'

You'd hang up immediately every time, until you got to the point where you just stopped picking up.

*BRRRRR*

You approach your bedside table with every intention to hit the reject button, squinting at the brightness of your screen in the dark of your room.

That's when you see the caller ID.

*000*

You pause.

So far, every telemarketer, every scammer, reporter, and journalist, were listed as either Unknown Caller, or a string of numbers.

The only time you received calls with three digit numbers was when it was Alberto.

A part of you hesitates. Alberto does this, sometimes, though it's become more sparse over the years: he goes on a bender, gets too in his feelings, and calls from a nurner phone and leaves you a barrage of voice and text messages. It's always the same, with him going on coked-up rant about how he's going to get Sofia out one day and wrong everyone who wronged her.

Outside of that, though, Alberto never called. When Sofia was sent away, Alberto had begun simultaneously spiraling and attempting to survive and thrive in the Falcone family. Between the drugs and job, Alberto became a lot more isolated than he used to be. Any attempt on your part to reach out wasn't successful. He stopped responding from the number you'd had saved, keeping communication one-sided.

Still, every week, you texted him the same thing at the same time. Sunday, 9AM, an hour before you knew Sofia had visitation hours. Tell Sofia I love her, please.

You'd never get a response, but you never really expected to, either. You had no way of confirming if he was seeing your messages. The only way you knew Alberto still even thought of you or knew your number was with the increasingly infrequent, triple digit ID calls.

Either way, the occasional drug fueled messages always left you feeling even more depressed. Knowing Alberto was suffering just as much as you didn't bring any sort of comfort; it just reminded you of your own pain.

*BRRRRR*

Between the unease from your dream and timing of the call, though, every instinct in your body is telling you to pick up the phone.

Your hands tremble as you clumsily smash the answer button with your thumb, bringing the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" You wait with baited breath as you hear Alberto on the other side of the line. "...'Berto?" There's nothing but silence for a moment.

Then, you hear him clear his throat. "I, uh-" There's a pause, and a sniff. "I'm gettin' her out, [Y/N]."

You're heart pounds almost painfully. "Y-you mean-"

"Yeah," Alberto confirms with a disbelieving laugh, as if he can't wrap his own head around it. "Yeah," he says again, more firmly this time, confirming everything you've wanted, pleaded, prayed for, for ten years. "She's comin' home."

The news breaks two days later.

Two days of silence from Alberto after he dropped that fucking bomb on you.

You aren't sure if you're in shock, or if it literally hasn't quite hit you yet. Maybe it's because, despite a part of you accepting you'd never see her again, you always had faith in your heart that she'd come back to you. That naive hope kept you alive for ten years.

You aren't sure what to do with yourself, now. You've grown so accustomed to just... existing. Holding hope, with nothing to really do with it. This sort of feels likes that, but with more anticipation knowing what's to come.

Except, it doesn't.

She comes home, yes. You watch the reports about it, read the headlines, hear the outcries. But you don't see her. You don't hear from her, or Alberto, and you're resigned to waiting for one of them to reach out.

After a few days, you grew impatient. The anxiety you'd felt from waiting around had turned into a sort of panic, an all consuming need to make any attempt to quell your nerves.

Why hadn't you heard anything? Had something gone wrong? Did they forget?

You'd gone to the Falcone residence. It was fucking packed with news casters, journalists, rioters and spectators. It had taken you a while to shove your way through the mob, and when you had, you were turned away like everyone else.

You went back the next day, and the next, and the results were the same.

And then, Alberto dies.

You think the shock will return, but all you can think is Sofia, Sofia, Sofia. Your Sofia. Your girl, who must be hurting so tremendously right now, who you can't cradle and comfort.

It seems your deep seeded need to be by Sofia's side reignites some of your more rational thinking, though, and you consider your options.

The crowds of cameras and protesters should disperse by the time the sun goes down, you'd assume, giving you more of a shot to see her.

So, you decide to return to the Falcone's late that evening, when the moon has settled and the stars are at their brightest.

Despite the time, it seems the family is well awake, as all the lights can be seen as you walk up the driveway. You hear voices, though you're too far away to tell if they're shouts from behind the walls, or conversations outside.

Soon, two of the guards notice you approaching. "Hey!" One hollars, hoisting up his gun as he stalks towards you. "What are you doin' here? You got business with Luca?"

You should probably be more concerned about the possibility of being shot by a paranoid guard, but your adrenaline is pumping too hard to care.

"Uh- no, I'm- I don't," you stutter. "I wanna see Sofia."

As the second guard approaches, you hear a soft chuckle. "Ah, yeah, I remember you," he drawls, before turning towards the other man. "Used to hang around Sofia," he explains to him, making the other relax his posture slightly.

"She's not available," the first one grunts, "probably won't be for a while."

Being turned down does little to deter you. "So she's here? Just, not available?" You ask hopefully. They don't get a chance to respond. "That's fine. I can wait."

You make a bold move to squeeze past them, speed walking over to the grand stair case in front of the house with purpose.

Behind you, the guards bicker. You don't hear what they say, outside of something about 'letting Ms. Falcone decide,' but based on the lack of pushback, you assume the one who remembered you was suggesting the other guard leave it be.

You're perfectly content to sit for as long as you need to. You've waited a decade for Sofia; you can wait a few hours- or even until the morning- to finally see her after all this time.

To your surprise, though, you only wait for about 45 minutes.

The front doors of the mansion swing open, and you hear the click of heels stomping down the steps.

"Fuckin' pricks," someone mutters, and you immediately recognize the voice.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you stand on shaky legs, and you can't turn around to face her fast enough. You almost lose you balance in the process, but catch yourself in time for Sofia to notice your presence.

She has a cigarette halfway to her lips as she stares at you, an unreadable expression on her face.

You blink.

She blinks.

"You're..." her voice sounds empty for a moment. Then she shakes her head a little, blinking hard a few times and huffing. "What are you doing here, [Y/N]?"

You open your mouth, but your brain is moving a mile a minute. Nothing comes out, and you just gape at her like a fish for a few moments. "Uhhhh..." you trail off dumbly, but you're too frozen to even feel stupid about it.

Sofia rolls her eyes. "Come on," she says as she resumes her walk past you, lighting up her cigarette as she does. "I'm not staying too far from here at the moment."

You practically trip over yourself in your rush to follow Sofia. It's a bit of a struggle to keep up with her pace, but you manage. The car is parked at the end of the driveway. A burly man is propped against the hood, and he moves around to the back door when he sees Sofia quickly approaching. He opens it for her with a quick acknowledgment as she slides in smoothly, and remains silent as you clumsily follow suit.

Sofia keeps her eyes fixed out the window as the man gets into the drivers seat. You can't help but stare at her, though, something akin to awe making it impossible to look away.

A few minutes into the drive, you see Sofia tentatively shift her eyes towards you. She looks on guard, as though unnerved by your eyes on her.

Still, she says nothing. Her gaze stays trained on the passing scenery for the remainder of the ride, like she's stubbornly making an effort to ignore your blatant staring.

Sofia hardly waits until the car is parked to unbuckle and hastily exist the vehicle once it's pulled in front of her building. You rush to get your door open, jogging a little to catch up to her.

You're paid no mind as Sofia struts inside and walks to the kitchen. It's almost like you're invisible, a silent, unseen witness.

Sofia moves around the kitchen with a practiced ease, retrieving a glass and wine bottle that she pops open, pouring a sizeable amount. She takes a long, long sip, her head tilting back until the contents of her glass are almost completely gone.

Then, she sighs, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she embraces the warmth of the alcohol.

Finally, she looks at you, indifference written all over her face. "You didn't give me an answer earlier," she states simply.

You take a small step forward. "Sofia..." You blink hard, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

Sofia is looking at you. You see her. You hear her.

You take another step, and another, until your knees buckle in front of her. "Sofia," it's an almost reverant sound that makes Sofia inhale sharply.

She's so close.

You wrap your arms around her legs as you kneel before her, nuzzling against her thighs.

"Sofia," you say again, just as softly.

You can breathe again. After ten long, dreadful years, you finally feel like the air in your lungs is pure and real.

Sofia freezes. She's unsure of how to process this.

You're here. In front of her- willingly.

It feels wrong; you bowing before her when you have no idea who she is anymore.

"Cut it out," she mutters, lightly pushing your head away and taking a small step back.

You remain on your knees, looking up at her with half lidded eyes.

The adoration in them makes Sofia uncomfortable.

"Get off the floor," Sofia says, her tone indescribable. "You aren't an animal." She turns to top off her wine glass, takes a sip, and leaves the room.

It takes you a minute to gather yourself, but you slowly move towards the direction she headed in. You find her in a room down the hall, an open, office-adjacent space. She's sitting on a loveseat in the center of the room, staring blankly ahead as she sips away.

You pause in the doorway to observe her for a minute, wondering if she's aware that you've followed. You decide to let your presence be known, taking a few confident steps forward.

Sofia doesn't look at you when she speaks.

"Whatever you're here for," she starts, "you won't find."

"No," you find yourself saying. "No, Sofia, I..." you trail off as you come closer. "I... I just want you."

Sofia's jaw clenches. "You don't know what that means anymore," she spits, before taking another sip of her wine, attempting to grow the irrational anger brewing inside her.

There's a certain, panicked heat that comes over you then, feeling unheard and misunderstood. "No, no," you say hastily. "No, Sofia, please," you drop in front of her again. "Please, Sofia. I don't care what that- what that means. All I care about is you."

Sofia scoffs, her temper getting the best of her. She grips your hair without thinking, pulling your head off her lap to look up at her. "You want me to show you what it means?" She hisses, eyes wide and manic. "Okay. Take your clothes off."

You're momentarily stunned, not expecting Sofia's request. "What? Ah-!" Sofia yanks your hair again, gritting her teeth as she speaks. "Take off your fucking clothes," she repeats.

Her tone sends you into motion, and you scramble to remove your top. Sofia settles back against the couch as she watches you undress for her, keeping her features schooled.

Once you're bare, you shift on your knees a bit, unsure of what to do. Being naked in front of Sofia certainly isn't new, but, it's also been ten years since you've last been intimate with her. You never anticipated it happening again like... this. Sofia never acted this way with you in the last. Usually, she undressed you herself, slowly and with kisses on each inch of skin she revealed. She had been teasing, sure, but never so stern.

It stirred something in you that you couldn't place your finger on. All you know is, you certainly aren't complaining.

So, you stay still, not wanting to do anything without instruction lest Sofia decide she's no longer willing to entertain you. You bask in Sofia's predatory gaze, letting her drink in your exposed body.

Soon, though, you start to squrim a bit. It's not cold, per say, but the air was just brisk enough on your bare skin that you couldn't ignore the slight chill.

You shiver a little, and Sofia smirks.

"You cold?" She asks knowingly. Sofia keeps her eyes on you as she reaches for her wine glass, standing as she does.

You tense a little as she begins to stalk closer to you, a small sneer on her face.

She's behind you, now, but you don't dare to move your head, not even when you hear the clink of her wine glass on the ground. Instead, you stay still and complacent as Sofia picks up your discarded shirt and begins to wrap it around your wrists. You moan inadvertently at the feeling of her skin on yours, but Sofia takes a deep breath. She ignores the sound, instead making quick work of restraining your hands behind your back.

When she's done, Sofia picks her glass back up as she towers over you. There's a dark, empty look in her eye that sends a chill down your spine.

Sofia, of course, notices this.

She smirks. "Is that it? You chilly, sweetheart?" Her voice is patronizing and full of faux concern.

You're not sure if she wants an answer or not, but aren't given a chance to respond either way, Sofia suddenly splashing the remenants of the wine from her glass onto you.

You flinch, and gasp loudly at the cold sensation. You're hands instinctively move to rub at eyes in an attempt to clear your vision, but you find yourself tugging fruitlessly at the shirt Sofia had binded your wrists. The wine soaking your face and dampening your hair ends trickles down your body, erupting goosebumps in it's wake.

You're still blinking heavily in an attempt to normalize your seeing when hear a breathy cackle. You feel her pinch your jaw, a strong grip on you as she licks a filthy stripe up your face, lapping up the spilt wine. She releases you, the sound of footsteps echoing through the room as Sofia struts past you and towards the desk by the window. You can't see what she's retrieving, your eyesight blurry and unfocused.

By the time Sofia circles back, you've mostly regainedy your vision. You don't have any time to visually process what she has in her hand, though, as she wastes no time in forcing the barrel of her handgun past your parted, panting lips, and into your mouth.

"It's a terrible feeling. Isn't it?" The gun presses a little harder, and you cringe at the feeling of rough metal pressing against your tongue. "Nothing left to hide behind," Sofia drawls, her voice is surprisingly even, though her words feel weighted.

You blink up at her with an unnerving lack of fear.

Sofia bares on with a tilt of her head. "The guards at Arkham stripped us bare every morning," she states, and your heart clenches at the thought. "It was humiliating," Sofia continues, a subtle anger brewing in her voice with each punctuated annunciation, "being turned into a thing."

Sofia shoves the gun hard enough to make you gag, and presses forward until you're bending backwards. Sofia straddles you, her grip on the gun directing your movements. She has you sprawled on your back, hands twisted painfully under you, pressed between your spine and the hardwood floor.

Sofia lowers her face, her wild eyes inches from yours. "You think," she growls, "that I'm still who you knew?" She smiles, though there's no joy in it. "That I'm not just a thing?"

Apparently, it wasn't a rhetorically question, as Sofia yanks the gun out of your mouth.

You sputter for a second, before rushing to respond, "no," you gasp. "I- I don't expect you to- to be the same, Sofia, I don't." Your voice cracks a bit, and you pray that your eyes convey your earnesty. "I don't care that you- you don't feel like yourself, Sofia, if you feel different, now. I love you. I love you. I love you, Sofia," you insist, your voice soft.

Sofia regards you for a long minute, and you wait with abated breath to see how she'd react.

For a moment, you think she's heard you. Really heard, and believed you- believed in your unconditional love and devotion for her. There's a hopeful, but guarded look in her eye, something akin to a skittish street cat assessing if it should trust the hand reaching out to pet it. But, just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone.

Sofia's features go hard again, and she moves her face away, straightening her back and kneeling over you.

"You don't get it," she says- simply, quietly, almost as if to herself.

You part your lips to protest, but Sofia is quicker, and slaps her hand over your mouth. "Don't," she warns.

Sofia hates it. The way you don't even struggle under her; the way you just take it, like you understand what this means.

Why don't you get it? Do you really not understand what kind of horrors she was exposed to? What they did to her; what they turned her into?

It pisses her off.

How dare you, how dare you, prance back into her life, expecting her to be untouched by the hell that was Arkham?

Do you think she's naive? That she'd truly believe, after all this time, you'd still want her? Want her for who she actually is now?

You don't even fucking know her anymore.

Fuck.

It infuriates her for so many reasons that she refuses to acknowledge right now.

Instead, she let's herself embrace the unbridled rage that's always threatening to erupt inside her.

"Alright!" She exclaims, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading across her face. "You love me?" She taunts. "You think you want me?"

She shoves herself off of you to pull her underwear down her legs. You're heart thuds as she slips off her fur coat and hikes up her dress. Sofia easily drops back down, straddling your face and gripping your hair with one hand. "Show me, then." With that, she lowers herself completely, smothering your face in her cunt.

Your primal instincts kick in, then, and you press forward, your tongue eagerly swiping through her folds.

Jesus fuck, you think somewhere in the back of your mind. Finally, finally, finally.

You hadn't realized how much you craved the taste of Sofia until this very moment. It feels like you're starving, like you haven't eaten in ten goddamn years, and Sofia is the first meal you've been granted.

Your ministrations are messy and desperate. You can hardly think straight, overwhelmed by the taste and scent and feel of Sofia. All you do is lick and suck and moan, embracing the pure bliss you feel. The rapidly decreasing supply of oxygen in your lungs is easy to ignore when you finally have the privilege of pleasuring Sofia again.

Sofia's eyebrows furrow. You won't struggle under her. You won't look up with panicked eyes, even as she deprives you of air, even as she suffocates you.

You don't get it.

Sofia narrows her eyes and her hips buck forward. It's almost violent, the way she fucks your face, riding harder and harder. She grunts softly, losing inhibition as she watches her slickness spread all over your face.

Still, you only whine as though you're the one being pleasured.

Why don't you fucking get it.

Sofia tightens her grip in your hair, pushing your face impossibly closer against her cunt as she feels her climax approaching. She's panting harshly through her noise, controlling the means threatening to spill out of her.

Just then, your eyes slugglishly blink open and lock with hers. It's clear that you're moments away from passing out, and Sofia can only stare down at the dazed look in your eyes.

Still, there's no fear there. There's nothing but adoration.

Your eyes roll back, and your eyelids flutter shut. Sofia's breath hitches as your body goes limp under her.

It's then that she cums, her body tensing and jerking. A ragged moan escapes her as she grinds and grinds against you, using your unconscious body to draw the waves of pleasure out.

Sofia slumps off of you, sitting by your side as she recovers from the exertion. She just sits for a while, until her breathing regulates, and she gathers the courage to look over at you.

You're still passed out, but the slight rise and fall of your chest tells Sofia you are, in fact, alive.

It doesn't do much to relieve Sofia- not when there's a sick, familiar feeling of dread forming in the pit of her stomach.

No.

Sofia squeezes her eyes shut.

This isn't supposed to matter.

This doesn't mean anything.

Sofia stands, and smooths out her dress. She can't afford to have regrets; to have... things that make her question herself.

That's not her anymore.

Sofia takes a deep breath.

She squares her shoulders, and doesn't spare you a second glance as she forces herself to leave the room.

[nolantan]

Nolantan

Chapter 2 The Human Village

Dyani and Aurora have been walking for a few days it was almost sunset when they arrive at a village next to a lake connected to a river Dyani reads the map " This should be the Human Village we can rest here before we get to the mountain behind it" Aroura sighs "Humans..." if there was one thing that both Winter and Summer Fawns could agree on is to be wary of humans so much that on the rare occasions they would team up agents them.

Aurora hides in her hoodie and Dyani hides in his hair and they walk in carefully people are out and about doing their daily stuff.

They walk then suddenly a blue-haired girl wearing a white and red jumpsuit falls landing on Aurora dropping her hoodie.

"ow!" Aurora yelps.

The girl rubs her head and looks at her " Oh I'm sorry!" she scoots off of her "You ok?" Aurora stands up and quickly hides in her hoodie again "Yeah..." " I'm Slor" " I'm Dyani and that's Aurora" he replies

Once Slor gets a good look at them she is confused "What are you?" she goes to stand up but then falls as she feels pain in her leg " Are you ok?" Dyani asks concerned and trying to change the subject.

" what were you even doing?"

Slor nods " Yes I'm fine I'm good at falling. I was practicing a stunt I wanted to do." She stands up but her leg hurts and she has to sit back down “Ow…”

"I thought you said you were good at falling."

"I am! Just not the landing part…"

"do you need help getting to a medical area?"

“ No I’m fine I can get there myself” She tries to walk but falls.

"yeah, we’re helping you."

They take Slor over to a medical building and a green-haired boy and a purple-haired girl come out.

They both sigh.

Slor looks nervous " H-Hey, Liam Mythias..."

Liam huffs " Again..." and takes her inside as she has a nervous smile.

Mythias looks at the kids “Thank you for taking her here who knows how long it would take her to come anyways” “This is normal?” Dyani asks.

“ Yeah, she’s a stubborn one who wants to do one thing and won’t take no for an answer.”

“We are looking for a place to stay for the night.”

“ Hm oh, there’s an inn not too far from here let me take you there.”

Mythias leads them to the inn and helps them get a room.

They thank her and go into a room.

It was a small room with two beds and a window showing the night sky.

Aurora flops on a bed face first and Dyani just sits on the other one “ I’ve never been this far from home before” Aurora moves her head to look at him “Honestly me either.. I’m not used to all this heat” she lays on her back and holds the crystal necklace “ what is that for” “ it’s a cold absorbing crystal every Winter Fawn get one the moment they are born basically they make it so we can live in the cold..” her thoughts wander off to something else and she gets sad but shakes it off.

"Knowing my mom she's probably going to send some guards to come find me.." Dyani noted. Aurora sighs " Don't get me wrong I love my mom but she can be really overprotective I don't really blame her tho my dad was killed by Winter Fawn before I was born..." " Oh...I'm sorry."

" Don't be it wasn't you who did it.."

The next day they wake up to Slor climbing in through the window.

" What th!-" "Hey time to get up! we've got shopping to do!" Dyani is groggy and confused. “ You helped me now I want to help you!” Slor drags them out of bed.

“ Hey, we don’t need help.” “ Do you have money to pay for anything?” Both Fawns go quiet.

“ Exactly I’m helping you.” she helps them pay for their room then takes them to a cafe.

“ Ian some of your famous breakfast please!”

They see a tan person at the corner with green hair and green eyes “Coming right up Slor” They sit at a table after a few minutes Ian comes out with three plates that have a combination of pancakes and waffles on them.

“ These are Ian’s famous Panfles they are the best thing ever!” Slor says excitedly already eating hers.

Aurora is hesitant but after seeing Dyani bite into his and makes an in awe face and eats the rest she decides to try it.

She ate a bite.

And it’s amazing.

It’s a warm, buttery sweetness with a crispiness, blending the best of both pancakes and waffles. The batter is rich, fluffier, and hints of vanilla. The crispy edges create a crunchy exterior, while the tender, fluffy inside melts into a soft, buttery middle.

Once they eat it all Slor pays for the food and they go to the market. They look at supplies and food.

While looking at the fruit stands they come across a pale brown-haired man and a kid in a wolf hoodie that looks way too big for her

" What do demons eat...?" The man mumbles.

"Hi, Lucas!" Slor waves at him

Lucas jumps and hides the child behind him " H-Hi Slor! Sorry I didn't see you there"

" It's fine anyway who's that behind you?"

" Oh..um...she's my friend's kid I'm just...babysitting for them for a while..."

They chat while the child pecks out looks at Dyani and Aurora and goes over to them.

She looks at them amazed "Your Fawn." she smiles.

" Um... no."

"Yeah, you are I can tell because of your noses."

"Well keep it down..." Dyani hushes her.

"You worried about the humans? I am too but this one is nice." She quickly shows them her tail and horns but one is broken before hiding again. " I'm Balor."

"Oh I've heard of your kind demon right?"

Balor nods as Aurora is getting confused.

Lucas quickly goes to Balor and leaves with her waving to the kids.

While finishing shopping a child with blue hair and a horn on her head in overalls comes up to them Slor gets really nervous.

" umm, can we help you??"

"I want that!" she points to the star clip that's on Aurora's head.

"No, it's mine!" Aurora snapped.

"W-we should go..." Slor urges.

"I want it!" she stomps her foot.

Aurora is getting annoyed fast " No!"

"No means no kid sorry." Dyani chims in.

Not satisfied with that answer she starts staring at them her swirl eyes start to spin creating a hypnotic feeling.

Dyani’s eyes turn into hers and he falls into a trance but Aurora doesn’t and is confused as unknown to her the star is glowing protecting her Slor is looking away terrified.

Angry that Aurora isn’t affected she orders Dyani to grab the star

" Yes, Dina," Dyani answered robotically. He reaches for the star " Dyani what are you doing!" yells Aurora trying to fend him off and they get exposed in front of everyone Aurora ends up poking Dyani in the eye and that gets him out of the trance.

"Ow! ...Wha..?"

" W-What are those!"

"Don't get close! They could be dangerous!"

" Hey, freaks get out of here!"

The people are starting to get scared and want them out of the village.

Dina giggles and runs off.

Aurora is mad and tries to go after her but the townspeople surround them.

Dyani gets scared and hides behind Aurora.

The people keep getting closer.

Then suddenly Slor grabs the two and runs off with them.

They run out of the village and hide.

“That was a close one…” Dyani pants “Why did you help us you are a human too..” Aurora questions Slor.

“ Simple you helped me now I want to help you too and go with you.”

“ We need to get to the top of that mountain.”

“ Why?”

Aurora sighed “ We’ll explain on the way.”

Slor nods as they get going.

Next

[tarpies]

Nakano Ko gets bored and decides to make it everyone else’s problem by taking up vlogging.

The video shakes a little bit, a finger thumbs over the lens as it attempts to focus. The first thing visible to the camera is a wide eye, staring distantly to the side of the phone.

“Is this thing on?” The visibility is clearer now, and now that the owner of the video has backed up, his face is more visible. He’s a young man, around average height and weight with short, light-brown hair and reddish-brown eyes. Of course, how could anyone miss his very prominent dark brows? To some watching the video, he looks oddly familiar.

He smiles lopsidedly at the screen, “Hi everyone! I’ve always wanted to say that.” He mumbles, “Oh, uh, anyways, some of you might recognize me, and if you do- no you don’t.” He winks.

He walks the camera over to a scenic forest, “The name’s Nakano Kō. And this is going to be my gardening vlog, stuff!” 

The camera shutter zooms in on a patch of carrots growing in the middle of a field. Nakano mumbles from behind the phone, “I was working somewhere else, but my boss insisted I take a break and do something else. So, he offered his summer home for me to tend to.”

Again, a switch back. “Anyways! I figured I’d just keep a vlog to keep me from going stir-crazy, heh.” He awkwardly tilts his head, “Should I just end it here?” 

Nakano waves at the camera, and the video ends- but for a split second, there’s a knock on the door.

CARROTS!! Vlog #1

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FOOD: I love your energy

PeachyKeen14: This guy looks really familiar tho lmao

          → Tartaglia’sRightEye: really? I thought it was just me 0.0 

The second video starts the same as the rest, with an overwhelmingly close shot of Nakano’s face in view.

“Again! Welcome everyone, back to my strong gardens.” This time, there’s a slow pan of a photo of the carrot and potato fields with comic sans font over it. 

“It’s been about two weeks since I last checked in, so I’m doing an update now.” He sighs wistfully, “Really, out of all my…friends, I’m probably the one with the least knowledge of plants and veggies.” 

“Oh! But I did get this from a friend.” Nakano smiles widely as he shows the screen a small aloe-vera plant. “She said this plant should be a little harder to kill, I’m not exactly the most fond of death anyways.” He laughs.

An ice-cube is placed delicately into the pot, “By placing an ice-cube in instead of regular watering, I can make sure the watering isn’t as harsh on its roots.” Nakano says matter-of-factly. “Anyhow-”

“Wooo- sick new pad ya got here.” A boy with an indifferent expression waltzes in. Nakano’s eyes widen in shock, mouthing a small “Koto-” before the camera cuts. The boy’s face was blurred, and Nakano quickly returned back to the camera as if nothing happened. 

The young man leans on the coffee table, “Sorry about that! I had a…friend, come over unsolicited.” 

“But anyways, let me go ahead and show you guys the new fertilizer I got in the mail.” His expression ripples suddenly, “This shit is literally the shit.” He cackles, before walking off to get his stuff.

aloe vera is very slimy | vlog #2 

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Mabadass: good video but was it just me who noticed the weird leg ankle thing he had on? Kinda looks like a ankle monitor 

oooooooooohbaby: no cuz why am i only now just finding out that the icecube method exists. Ill try that with my next aloe plant cuz i always kill them :sobs:

                        → FOOD: try a succulent if u keep killin the aloe vera plants. they are perfect for u forget to water your plants

“Hey.” It’s the boy with the indifferent expression again. “You’re gonna blur my face, right?”

Nakano smiles widely, “Hello everyone! And yes, I will. I managed to convince my ‘friend’ from last time to join me this time.” 

“You’re lucky you’re rich.” Up close, he had a similar red-brown eye color to Nakano.

Nakano huffs, “I’m not, I’m just a hard-worker.”

“Working hard or hardly working, mm?” The boy looks slightly pleased as Nakano rolls his eyes and tries to put on a smile again.

The gardener faces the camera again, “Besides him sassing me, he’ll just be a guest appearance.” 

“Consider yourselves honored. You’re already annoying so I won’t do this again.” Nakano’s eye twitches. “Could you be less mouthy for once in your life, Buki?”

Buki sputters, “Buki? That’s the best you could come up with?” Nakano gives the camera a sly smile, “Of course. I’m so stupid and dumb and have no brain according to you, why would I be able to come up with something better?”

‘Buki’ clenches his jaw, his hand begins to dig down into his pockets before he looks at the camera again. “You’re lucky you’re recording.” He crosses his legs and arms. Looking very much like he wants to be anywhere but here.

Nakano goes off on his usual rants about vegetables and how they were the superior flower. In the background, the other man looks like he’s two seconds away from snapping the gardener’s neck.

buzzkill ruins my vlog | vlog #3

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FOOD: lol the new guy is funny

gonewithafart: their eyes are a cool color, im just now noticing. maybe theyre brothers? 

                          → bear wilson: it would explain the sassy relationship

Mabadass: ayo i think that guy has a similar ankle thing like nakano from last video?? 0:40

                       → deviceofdestruction: that’s weird damn

                       → Emily Windsnap: maybe this chanel is like one of those ones for house arrest smth?

This time, it’s not a video that goes out, but rather- a notification: Come join me, first ever stream ahh!!!

Someone clicks on the notification.

“Oh! Another viewer, welcome!”

Nakano is plowing deeply into the earth again. He’s sweating profusely, and the sun is beaming high in the sky- clearly, its midday for him. He wipes his sweat away with his tank-top, wiping dirt onto his black pants. 

“This time, I decided to plant some onions so I can make some soup. I learned it’s not too great to keep planting plants that use the same nutrients straight after the other in the soil.” He places a root inside the dirt hole, “That’s how you avoid dead land.”

angel of death : so ure just replenishing the soil with nutrients by switching out the crops

The man squints at the comment in the sun, but nods excitedly, “Yes, exactly, ya got it.”

Nakano smiles wistfully, bathing in the warm light of the sun. “Ah, this life I have is so peaceful. I love it. Truly, nothing beats working til’ you drop.” He frowns at that.

“B..blue…colla-rrr.” 

Nakano stiffens immediately.

Gennie Wish: did yall just hear that?

I will eat you: wtf 

jaeGAERRR: i came here for a chill garden stream not for whatever the hell that was

PeachyKeen14: dad is that u

mercibabe: yoo sounds like your mom after I [auto-blocked]

angel of death: nakano??????

Nakano seems to be arguing with someone off camera, very little of it is heard.

“-scum! I’m on cam-” The arm that was flailing about can be seen stilling suddenly, and blood drifts onto the fields.

mercibabe: oh what the fuck?

jaeGAERRR: uh guys????????

angel of death: is that blood

Gennie Wish: should we call the cops

cinema pacman: what did i just walk in on

Distinctstyle: is he okay. Did he get stabbed.

I will eat you: idk he isnt responding

Mabadass: im telling you something is suss about this guy

FOOD: stfu a man is dead

Mabadass: maybe the real dead man was the friends we made along the way

cinema pacman: SHUT UP i think he’s coming back

“Hey..guys..” He awkwardly chuckles, his shirt is stained red and an obvious hole is made in the middle of it. Almost like something went through it. “Sorry, I- uh, spilled red paint on myself.”

Nakano looks off in the distance, giving someone a ‘what?’ look.

PeachyKeen14: sir that is not red paint

jaeGAERRR: lmao big liar :clown:

He sighs, rubbing his hands over his head, “Okay, yeah. Sure, whatever you guys think. Sorry, I think I’m going to end this here.”

The stream lags for a second. Just enough for them to see him whirl around and begin yelling at someone, “Are you fucking kidding me, Ke-?”

END OF VOD

Come join me, first ever stream ahh!!! 

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Mabadass: what the fuck was that. I told you guys something was up

OH_ANA: is this an arg???

            → Gennie Wish: sounds like one of the more likely theories

Distinctstyle: lol he looked like he died for a sec there

mercibabe: for a first stream that was pretty intense, almost like what your mom felt after I [auto-blocked]

→ BUFORD: every sentence you say is an attack on my life

     → @BUFORD Can I get uhhh,,: sir ☠���

A few mindless comments later, and someone comes across this.

it's_a_me_sato!: Happy to see you all are doing well and have made some new friends 😀

→ Kotobuki Takeshi: What

      → @Kotobuki Takeshi, LoveKai-tes: lol wasn't this guy supposed to be    frozen that's crazy 🤔

          → @LoveKai-tes, Kotobuki Takeshi: Astute observation. I envy everyone who's never met you

......

...and that's it! Wrote this back on May and figured it should see the light of day even if it's not completed.

[im-really-confused121]

Ok so i've decided put all of my A03 works in one post, for ease of access or if anyone is interested (yes this is a blatant plug)

The format will be: Name / Link Word count/content warnings Tags/ships Description Any thoughts or comments from me

Completed works (as of DEC 2021):

Call The Doctor (I May Need Help)

Part 1 of the Joshua Fucking Minyard series

Words: 23372 Chapters: 8/8

#Andrew Minyard/ Neil Josten #Kid fic #Aaron Minyard / Katelyn #Angst #Happy ending #Explict discription of abuse #Mental Health #found family

Aaron's been a doctor for over 5 years now, and every once in a while he gets a patient that reminds him of his past.

Aaron gets a new patient, and it hits a little too close to home

cue the Minyard family

A/N Probably my proudest work but also could do with some major editing

UPDATE: There are is now a Russian translation available (wtf!?!? i'm so honoured)

Table Talk

Part 2 of the Joshua Fucking Minyard series

Words: 2693 Chapters: 1/1

#Family dynamics #Found Family #Kid Fic #Homophobic and ignorant comments #fluffy

Andrew gives some surprisingly helpful advice

OR

Andrew parents hard

A/N short and sweet, honestly just hadn't moved on from Call the doctor (I may need help) so I wrote this

First Impressions

Part 3 of the Joshua fucking Minyard series

Words: 11346 Chapters: 3/3

#references to mental health issues #trans character #polyamorous relationships #shovel talk #sexual references #kidfic #found family #fluffy

Andrew and Neil have found themselves with three kids, one adopted and two honourary. Nevertheless, when it's time to meet their children's significant others... well no one would like to be in that position

A/N I'm just milking it at this point, and desperately needed to stop procrastinating work and move on - I still Iike it tho

Bees Bagels

Bagel Cafe Meet Cute

Words: 5315 Chapters: 1/1

#Andrew/Neil #cafe meet #meet cute #Universeity / college au #genuinely very discriptive about bagels #oneshot #there is actually plot #shockingly

Andrew would arrive with a huff smelling of stale coffees and burnt bagels. He’d throw his bag on the ground in the middle of the walkway and in the way of everyone, he’d unwrap his bagel loudly, wrapper crinkling and crumbs dropping, and he’d smudge his chocolatey fingers all over everything he touched, leaving a trail all over Neil’s stuff, that leads right to the boy that seemed to make everything feel just a little bit better. ---- Neil's local bagel cafe with fresh hot bagels piled high on delicious overflowing fillings captures Neil's heart and stomach quickly. The Blond man behind the counter, who always knows his order, and helps Neil in a way no one else has before, captures his heart just as quickly.

A/N: honestly love this sweet summer child of a fic, short and sweet, but will also make you hungry ~I got so hungry writing this~ . Good bedtime story read, if i do so say myself

What it's like (dating Andrew)

Words: 2633 Chapters: 1/1

#Andrew / Neil #neil vs reporter #established relationships #dialogue heavy #fluffy #very very very light angst #slightly ooc #swearing

Neil is happy, he won his game, and he gets to go home to his boyfriend. First, he's got to speak to a reporter.

In which Neil gets sick of the questions, goes off at a reporter and defends Andrew. Andrew isn't impressed (or so he says).

A/N this was the first AFTG fic I wrote, and honestly don't expect much from it, it's short but sweet

It's a farty party

Words: 2159 Chapters: 1/1

#Andrew / Neil #fluff and humour #crack fic #slice of life #fart jokes #poo jokes #oneshot #bad jokes

Andrew refuses to accept he's lactose intolerant, but Neil's had enough of the farts ~ truly one of the most stupid fics I've ever written, but hopefully it makes you laugh.~

A/N this is a very stupid lighthearted and kinda gross fic, if you don't like fart or poo jokes this is truly not for you

Works in Progress (WIP) - as of AUG 2023

Interlaced

Words: 26K Chapters: 7/?

#Andrew / Neil #highschool au #mental health issues #explicit recreational use of drugs #andrew and Aaron adopted by Bee #Neil adopted by stuart #explicit sexual content #established relationship #twinyard dynamics #codependecy #more tags will be added

What happens when you only have one best friend and start dating him? your therapist gets concerned, and you have to make new friends.

Andrew and Neil are told to make widen their social circle (that consists of two, maybe three if you count Aaron), and as far as Andrew and Neil are concerned, they are not a fan of this idea, and would really rather not.

The Palmetto high school Exy team, however, are determined to prove otherwise (and maybe find some more team members along the way - but that’s not the point Kevin)

A/N my current WIP, I've been terrible with updating, but I SWEAR I will finish the story. Otherwise Its a high school au where they are already dating from the beginning, it has some pretty heavy content, but nothing worse than cannon.

[asingleheart-shapedbraincell]

Obey Me! Brothers as Werewolves

Lucifer

Gonna remind everyone now that alpha theory was disproven and actual wolf packs act as family units

That being said - alpha, clearly

Not because he's the strongest (though he is) but because he's the most nurturing

Considers all his brothers (and you) to be his responsibility and under his care

Second biggest in wolf form (next to Beel)

Thick, dark fur, great in winter but in summer hates how hot and itchy it gets. Shedding his winter coat is an EVENT. Scratch him and fluff just falls out by the handfuls

Hates how patchy he looks when shedding, very grumpy when its happening

Refuses to ask for help when it comes to brushing out his coat, but if you're somewhere private he is very happy to just lie there whilst you brush out all that itchy loose fluff

Also just very nice to pet in general, but rarely let's you outside of softer moments :/

Not outwardly aggressive - when correcting his brothers behaviour hes more likely to just growl softly instead of going for a full snarl. If he actually shows his teeth then things are serious and you might want to have some final words with your jugular

Isn't very affectionate in public, but is very protective - wherever you go, if hes in his wolf form hes by your side, or at the very least is keeping an eye on you

If anyone he doesnt like the look of approaches you, he calmly places himself between the two of you. If that isn't enough trust me, a staring contest with those eyes isn't going to last long

Mammon

Pretty boyyo

White fur thats not nearly as thick and long as Lucifer's but still has a substantial ruff

Uses his wolf form to run away from loan sharks a lot (hey, four legs are quicker than two, right?)

Also loves the attention he gets from girls - he knows he's handsome in both forms, but girls say it more when they think he can't understand them

Sheds the least of all the brothers, but since his coat is so pale his hair is more noticeable so he still gets flack for getting it on the furniture

Hes still needy as a wolf

You know those videos of huskies throwing massive tantrums??? Yeah, hes on that level, his dramatics only kept in check by his tsundere nature

Loves it when you pet him. He'll pretend he doesn't, but the second you stop hes gonna start whining

(Doesn't) hate it when you baby-talk him

Not generally aggressive within the pack, just prickly - maybe a growl or a huff here and there, maybe a snap if someone's really pushing his buttons

He is possessive tho

Will physically put himself between you and other people to get your attention. If the other person doesn't take the hint, then he's showing teeth

If you don't let him sleep in the room with you, you'll open your bedroom door the next day and find him curled up outside

Definitely wants to put his head in you lap and have you stroke him til he falls asleep but refuses to admit it

Gets jealous if you're petting another brother at the same time as him and will throw a tantrum and try to shove them away from you

He was your first pact, which means he has first dibs on all cuddles!!!! What do ya mean that's not a rule??? Thats totally a rule!!!!

Leviathan

'Hes not dog friendly'

Spends very little time in his wolf form (its hard to game without opposable thumbs)

Does sometimes shift out of shock tho

Like, if you kiss him unexpectedly, poof! There's a wolf infront of you, who's blushing lobster red underneath all that fur

Will hide under the bed

✨separation anxiety✨

Glued to your side in wolf form, because he doesn't like or trust other people or wolves (and definitely NOT because he likes your company and wants you to maybe pet him 😳😳😳)

Kinda likes that you can't see him blushing when he's in wolf form

Will lie next to you and wait for you to initiate pets. Especially loves it when you scratch him behind the ears.

Because hes a shut in and doesn't spend a lot of time in his wolf form, his fur is the messiest - patchy winter coat, small tangles, really just needs a good brush (but only if you do it)

Not really aggressive to others, just not friendly. Maybe a growl every now and then, and sometimes a tantrum gets thrown, but thats it

Satan

Still quite cat-like

Hes not going to be throwing any loud husky-like tantrums

Doesn't like that he can't read books in wolf form (difficult to turn pages without hands) but does enjoy the emotional release for his anger when it comes to hunting Hell-Hinds and other demonic deer.

Fur is short, sleek, a lovely pale gold and well-kept (when it isn't bloodied by his most recent hunt)

When he isn't hunting he does enjoy stretching out infront of a fireplace and warming his fur

Is unopposed to being brushed when he's in the position, and may even allow you to pet his head gently, but thats it

Might lay his head in your lap tho

Sheds the least of all the brothers

Still tries to control his temper in wolf form, but you better hope he maintains it because those teeth can issue you a one-way ticket to the afterlife

Sometimes snaps or growls at his brothers, but is more likely to just leave the room if they're annoying him. If they're in his room then they're getting chased out with their tail between their legs (except Lucifer who wouldn't invade his space like that)

Asmodeus

Who's a pretty boy???? Who is???

Its him!!!!!!

Friendliest of all the brothers, if only because he loves the attention people give him

Will walk up to you and just wait for the compliments (not unusual, tbf)

Doesn't love the hunting side of being a wolf - mud???? Blood??? Sweat???? In MY fur??????? I don't think so

Only really partakes when necessary, or if he's decided to go for a roguishly disheveled look that day

Uses his wolf form as an excuse to get affection that would be less appropriate in his human form - belly rubs, giving you puppy-dog eyes to be let up onto the bed, getting you to give him a bath - stuff that Lucifer would be more likely to reprimand him for when he wasn't a wolf

Softest fur of all the brothers - sleek, silky and always throughly brushed out, even when shedding. Plus, loves being pet so long as you don't mess up his fur too much.

Beelzebub

GOOD BOY GRANDE

The biggest of boys, the goodest of boys

Loves being in wolf form because its even easier to get food from people

You think his puppy eyes are bad NOW??? WAIT UNTIL HES AN ACTUAL PUPPY

Very comfortable in his wolf form, spends the most time out of all the brothers like that

Has absolutely no shame begging food from people's tables, no matter where you are. Also has no shame stealing food from people's tables, but will whine and act ashamed if they yell at him

Dont yell at him. He's baby.

Incredibly fluffy red coat, that and the amount of muscle underneath makes him the biggest wolf in the pack by far

Big doggy grin that could melt any heart

So tall that when he wags his tail you have to make sure it doesn't sweep everything off the table

Also loves being pet and doesn't mind baby talk at all. You can treat him like an actual dog and he won't get mad - he'll play fetch with you if you really want, but as a warning, the stick might end up more than a little chewed

Will, however, also go digging through people's bins

Also kinda slobbery

Is pretty much never aggressive, but then again, who would be stupid enough to provoke something with that much muscle and teeth???

If you scritch the right spot behind his ear his leg kicks out. He's not ashamed. More scritches pls.

But his favourite spot for scritches are under his jaw and his chin

WHAT ARE YOU EATING??? HEY!!! NO!!!! WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH???? BEEL YOU CANT EAT CHOCOLATE WHEN YOURE A WOLF!!!!! DROP IT!!!! DROP IT!!!!

Belphagor

Smallest of the wolves

Enjoys sleeping in wolf form because the fur adds an extra level of cosiness

You will just find him curled up in a nest of pillows with his nose tucked under his tail. Or flopped across a sofa, until Lucifer yells at him to get off the furniture

Has that intense stink-eye that some huskies are capable of.

Sometimes forgets to shift, or can't be bothered and will just wander around attempting to do people things until he realises hes in the wrong body - you ever gone to brush your teeth and then realised you need hands for that???

Definitely walks around holding his cow pillow in his mouth, or sometimes a plushie

Or dragging a blanket

Honestly its very cute

Does enjoy being gently pet as his drifts of to sleep

Which is good because his fur is always mussed up from his last nap

But if he falls asleep on you???? You're not moving. Sorry not sorry. This is your life now.

Little wolf bleps when he sleeps ➖👅➖

Has definitely vomited in Lucifers shoes as a wolf at least once, simply out of spite

Thick fur, but not long. Sheds a lot, but his fur is so dark you don't see it as much.

Lets out little muffled woofs and yips when he sleeps, and twitches when he dreams of running

If you scratch the right spot when hes sleeping, his leg will kick out the same as Beels, but if you do it when hes awake he'll get embarrassed and either leave, or give you a warning nip

The most aggressive with other pack members - hes just kinda bratty. Huffs a lot and is quick to give out little nips when he isn't happy, though he isn't much of a growler and never goes farther than that

Won't play fetch like Beel, but if you're REALLY lucky, he'll bring you a plushie of your own when he joins you for a nap

(Also, im relatively new to the game, I know there was a vampire event, if there was a werewolf event im unaware of it atm, but this is just for fun anyway)

[voidcat]

“the Hot Library Guy” –  Kuroo Tetsurou 

It’s your second year at uni and you’re taking biochemistry class.

Your prof is nice n very good but her exams are v hard, plus she’s so stern and it’s always her class in the morning (haha true story can u tell.)  You are late by 10 minutes or more? good bye 2 hours worth of class. Your gaze leaves her for a moment? better not b on the phone or good bye remaining of the class (STILL tru story, rip me)

So one day, you’re at the library studying, trying to memorize everything bc there’s just too much info to remember, so many details, clinic info, technical info and all that. At one point you huff out in exhaustion and throw your hands into the air in a “i give up” way. That’s when the guy sitting across you raises his head and asks if you need any help.

tbh you didnt even notice him until he spoke out but once you get a look at him, you’re done for! So all you can do is silently nod, bc what else can you do when a hot guy offers you the help you desperately need. you kinda wanna laugh at his ridicilous hair tho, but the rest of him? hallelujah!

He gets up to stand right beside you, leaning over you to get a look at your notes and asks you which parts you’re having trouble with. His way of explaining is very good, to your surprise. Any chem/biochem teacher you’ve had in the past? bye y’all i’ve just found someone better, hot, around my age and hopefully available.

He even comes up with few lame puns, jokes and outdated pop culture references to keep complicated stuff in mind. Once in a while you two brush hands, usually when he reaches out to turn the page or point at something. Since you’re at a library he speaks in a low tone and to make sure you hear him, he usually whispers speaks right besides your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. your brain? short circuited y/n.exe has stopped working

before you two can start a new topic, your phone vibrates; your roommate saying they got take out for the both of you, telling you to hurry or they’ll eat yours. Knowing that’s no joke, you pack your stuff hurriedly and go, thanking him in a rush. You’re about to enter your room, you realize you didnt ask for his name.

this results in going to the library more often, actually putting on nice clothes that compliments your figure and just a tint of make up once in a while…. secretly hoping he shows up again… so you sit at the same spot every time you go. Luck seems to be on your side sometimes because you see him few more times! He guesses who your prof is from the way you took your notes and gives you some tips for the upcoming exams.

You always get too caught up admiring him that you!! keep!! forgetting!! to ask!! for his name!!!! or number!!! and so ends your year without getting the name, number or at least the major of the hot library guy…… which sucks big time because the tips he gave you worked well, you got a very high grade and wanted to celebrate this with him on a night out 

Summer passes and third year!!! Hello again morning bio chem classes :/// Your prof announces she has a new assitant for that year. Literally no one cares bc the prev one was uptight af to please her. She informs you the new one will have an active part in your lab classes just like the last one and you all should go to them for any question that’s about exams or assignmens instead of “bothering” her.

And so ends that class and days go, without seeing the hot library guy… With each passing minute, you have less and less hope of seeing him again,, F

It’s time for first bio chem lab of the year! You arrive one minute before the class start, or so you though. You arrive in a hurry, only to see everyone else waiting outside the lab… the new assistant must’ve been late, you think. You use the extra heads up to put on your lab coat and suddenly hear an awfully familiar voice right besides your ear, you swear there’s a purr hidden between the words: “Hello stranger, fancy seeing you here~”

You don’t even need to turn your head to see him. But you do bc there’s no way you’ll pass up the opportunity to admire the wonder of nature that is him. But you must have calculated the distance between the two of you wrong; bc here you are, almost nose-to-nose with the hot library guy. He’s practically leaning over you, to be on your eye level obv, im short let me have this There’s a smirk dancing on his kissable lips and you can feel his breathing on yours.

Suddenly the future bio chem labs seem a lot more promising.

this one goes to @wordswithinmoments bc i was supposedly studying biochem and we got distracted lmao...

I’m not exactly content with this so there’s a high chance I’ll write it in the form of a fic too

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 1: “Game on!”

It’s Judai/Jaden Yuki’s birthday today! Let’s celebrate!

Precious fluffy boi!

Cross posted on Ao3!

Jaden doesn’t do birthdays.

He has maybe one or two memories of cake and candles and his parents’ faces, a couple more surrounded by friends and presents. After that it’s just a card and present or two left on the dining room table of an empty house.

Christina tries at least. She drags him out of the empty house and over to her place. There’s cake and candles and presents that actually match his interests and off key singing. Her mother cooks his favorite dishes. They duel.

It’s bittersweet, but it’s better than hiding under his blanket with his GameBoy all day.

*

/I’m heading to Yugi’s today. You should come too!/

Biting his lip, Jaden glances at the calendar and wonders if he’s gotten the days mixed up again. But, no, the home screen of the Duel Academy issued PDA proudly proclaims August 31. He looks back at Christina’s message. They hadn’t made any plans which isn’t unusual - Christina usually just shows up to drag him off, so that’s the weird part of this situation.

This is the first time they’ve both had cell phones tho.

He stares at the message, rubbing his thumb against the side of the device, until Winged Kuriboh trills at him to respond instead of sitting here angsting about it.

“Okay, okay- I am not!” Jaden protests.

Winged Kuriboh snorts.

Groaning, Jaden sends his reply.

/maybe/

/3 o’clock! Bring an overnight bag!/

“Are you even listening to me?” Jaden grumbles, but he has to admit to curiosity. This will hardly be his first time at Christina’s cousin’s house, but sleepovers had gotten rarer over the years.

“Oh, fine!” Jaden huffs as Winged Kuriboh headbutts him, tossing off the sheet he’d wrapped himself in to actually get dressed. It’s a little after 1 so he might as well get his stuff and leave now. The train to Domino alone will take an hour.

Ugh. He forgot how much he hated riding this thing alone.

*

The lights in the game shop out front are off, the door locked, so Jaden goes around to the side door and knocks. Muto-san lets him in.

“Judai! Glad you could make it.” The woman smiles warmly as Jaden toes his shoes off. “Christina’s in the living room.”

“Kay.” It’s a fairly mundane exchange. The few times Christina has dragged him over here on this day in the past, the woman nearly squeezed the daylights out of him. It felt like he might break, but he also felt really safe. He’s still confused by the memory but it’s a good one.

Did everyone forget? That’s not possibly, right?

Winged Kuriboh chirps at him again when he stalls too long in the genkan, and Jaden tries not to look like he jumps at nothing but air. “Alright!” he hisses out the side of his mouth and stalks down the short hallway.

Great. He’s in a bad mood now, and he hates dealing with people when he’s in a bad mood. Christina’s okay, but Yugi and Gramps have only seen his sunny side. Why is it so exhausting to be happy all the time?

“SURPRISE!”

Jaden shrieks as he rounds the corner to an explosion of bright colors and popping noises. It takes him what feels like an eternity to realize he’s just been assaulted with confetti by his friends who definitely don’t live in Domino.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JADEN!” they chorus, every single one of them and what the actual fuck how??

“What?” He blinks dumbly at them, confetti dangling in his face and too stunned to even tell a giggling Winged Kuriboh to shut up.

“We came all this way to surprise you!” Alexis beams. Huh, she looks pretty good out of uniform; the kapris are definitely more practical than those stupid skirts.

“It was Christina’s idea!” Syrus declares, the redhead in question practically vibrating where she stands like she’ll explode into confetti herself any moment. It’s been a long time since he’s seen her that excited. “I was so nervous on the train I nearly missed my stop! But it was worth it!”

“Ha! My brother’s got you beat there. This idiot tried to board the wrong train,” Alexis scoffs, slapping the back of her hand against Atticus’s arm.

“Heeey!” the older boy whines, pouting dramatically. “It was an honest mistake!”

“Well, whatever mishaps on the way, we all got here,” Bastion interrupts, standing proud and tall as always, and Jaden might be a tiny bit delusional but he could swear Bastion looks proud of him. “And I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be. You’re one year older. Congratulations, chap!” Bastion claps him on the shoulder and Jaden’s eyes don’t deceive him; the smartest kid in his grade, if not the whole school, is proud of him for simply turning 16!

Since when are birthdays an accomplishment to be proud of?!

Oh, right, this is the part where Jaden is supposed to smile, not stare at his friends like a dead fish. “R-right!” Did his voice just crack? His face feels creaky and numb. Oh god, is doing the serial killer smile?

“Who wants cake?” a boisterous voice calls, saving Jaden from falling further into panicked thoughts as its owner sweeps out of the kitchen holding a massive cake.

“Chumley?!”

“Yeah, duh! I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world!” the newly hired card designer declares. “And I got a leave of absence, don’t worry! Apparently Mr. Pegasus is pretty big on the whole family and friends thing.”

Jaden can only gape. Then he notices Chazz lurking behind Chumley, his trademark scowl and dark clothing at total odds with the lopsided, brightly colored party hat someone else must have forced onto his head, and Jaden just loses it. The hysterical giggles bubble up his throat and he’s wheezing before he even understands what’s going on. But he’s...happy? No way, this has gotta be more than just ‘happy’. Jaden doesn’t think he’s felt so much in years!

“C’mere you guys!” He throws himself at them, instigating a group hug as Syrus squeaks and rushes to catch him. He hides the tears in Atticus’ shoulder and laughs instead of sobs. Christina’s hands finds his and he squeezes.

He has to swallow the ache in his throat again, when he sees the mountain of presents on the table.

“We may have gone a bit overboard.” Atticus laughs sheepishly.

“Dad’s gonna murder you when he sees the credit card balance,” Alexis grumbles.

“Oh, posh! Nothing is too big a sacrifice for Jaden’s big day!”

Jaden doesn’t even know what he’s gonna do with all this stuff! They end up building the model Gundam kits together. Jaden’s never had so much fun with those things.

He also gets that soul squeezing hug from Mama Muto.

“Thanks,” he whispers later, sitting on the couch with Christina while their friends argue over a puzzle strewn across the table.

“It wasn’t entirely my idea,” she hums, thumb rubbing his knuckle in a familiar, soothing rhythm. “Syrus wanted to know when your birthday was and pouted when he realized it’d be during summer break. When I told him you weren’t really fond of your birthday anyway, I guess he told Atticus and, well... Atticus got it in his head to throw you the ‘best birthday ever’. Mom doesn’t have enough space for a big party so I asked Yugi if Gramps and Aunty would mind. And here we are.” She smiles at him, so genuine and pure.

His throat aches again. He ignores it.

“Yeah. Best birthday ever.”

[peterthepark]

hey your stuff is really good, could I request some steve ?? something along the lines of just hanging out with him ( and possibly the party ?? ) and realising that you love him, like really love him . thanks

i kinda changed this up a bit?? kinda made it so that it was steve who realized it? hope it’s still what u want tho, thank u! <3

I Know.

Steve Harrington x Reader

The forest is dark and eerie as owls hoot throughout the night. Moonlight peeks from the slender branches of the tall trees, welcoming with a light breeze.

It would be scary if you weren’t surrounded by a bunch of idiots.

The leaves under your shoes crunch loudly, causing you to cringe at the sudden noise. Dustin’s head snaps around to look at you, eyes wide as he shines a flashlight at your face. You squint through the harsh light, groaning.

“Dude! What ever happened to staying quiet?” He whisper-shouts at you, arms outstretched by his sides. Steve chuckles, turning away from his curly-haired friend to stop himself from laughing any louder.

“I’m sorry that I can’t see where I’m going! You’re the only one with the flashlight!” You point at him, clutching onto Steve’s arm as you all continue to walk blindly.

Who the hell thought that playing hide and seek - in a forest, nevertheless, during a dark Halloween night - would be a good idea?

“Okay, I saw Mike go that way, and I think Lucas is somewhere up high, so... wait, did you hear that?”

Dustin’s voice slowly fades in the background as you and Steve lag behind him. His boots drag against the October leaves, a strand of hair falling in front of his eyes.

You and Steve had always been good friends. Maybe a little more - but you weren’t sure, considering you had never talked about feelings or where you stood in his life. You knew he wasn’t looking for anything serious after Nancy Wheeler, so any plans of trying to ‘date’ anyone was probably out the window for him.

You hadn’t seen him or your younger friends in months, only coming home during breaks or summer to visit.

“So...” Steve starts, eyes trained on the earthy ground. He glances up at you, puffs of air leaving his mouth from how freezing cold it was. “How’s college? You, uh, you go to-“ He gestures randomly, stumbling over his words as he avoids your questioning stare. “You go to, um, Purdue? Right? Yeah? Purdue?”

“I do, yeah.” You nod slowly, finding amusement in how flustered he seems to be. Weirdo. “Congrats on being able to read my sweatshirt.” You chuckle at him, stuffing your hands in the front pocket.

“Oh! Oh, woah. I-I actually didn’t see that. Just... guessed, y’know?” He nods at himself, sticking his head out to read the design on your clothing. His Adam’s apple bobs with uncertainty when he gulps audibly, eyes searching around through the darkness. “How is it? Purdue, I mean. It’s a great school from what I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, it is. But, nothing beats home.” You grin, bumping shoulders with him playfully as you step over a fallen tree trunk. “I’ve missed you, Harrington.”

“Really?”

You can just picture his expression - eyebrows raised and lips pulled into a straight line. He coughs unexpectedly, pausing in his tracks.

That’s when you realize.

“Where’s Dustin?” You murmur, spinning around slowly in hopes of finding the kid and his stupid flashlight.

“He’s fine.” Steve clears his throat, hitting his chest with a closed fist before he places his hands on his hips. “Uh, he... he really knows his way around these woods so, you know. He’ll be fine.”

A comfortable silence washes over the forest, and you can’t help but keep talking.

“How are you, Steve?” You groan softly as you crouch down to sit on a rocky ledge, patting the empty spot beside you. He quickly moves to sit, almost losing his balance as he tries to squat down. You both laugh, feet kicking at one another subconsciously.

“I’m alright. It’s too quiet down here without you. Not that - not that you’re too loud or anything, but...”

“I know.” You reply comfortingly.

Steve places his hand down, jumping slightly when he feels yours beneath his. “Oh! Sorry. It’s dark. Didn’t mean to do that. Sorry.”

“Did you give Dustin all your charm or what?” You tease him, feeling around for his hand. You blush for a second, feeling a bit doubtful of the confidence radiating off of your behavior.

“What? Never. It’s still here, somewhere.” His voice dips to a hushed tone as he mentions the last phrase, before he stares down shyly at his lap. “It’s cause you’re back, I think.”

“Hm?” You furrow your brows, partly confused at what he seems to be getting at.

“Whenever you’re around, I-I kinda get...” He scratches his neck with his other hand. His face scrunches up in embarrassment. “I kinda get nervous around you? I just - ugh, I just don’t know. You’re cool and - and pretty and... you being gone made me realize a lot of things.” He bites at the inside of his mouth, cursing under his breath with closed eyes. “Y’know?”

You’re surprised. A little bit taken aback.

Your sudden silence doesn’t help Steve with his thoughts at all.

“And well, if you don’t feel the same then - then that’s okay! It’s, ha, it’s okay with me.” He shrugs, pushing his hair back. “I can handle rejection. I suck, anyways.” He chuckles, rubbing his nose out of nervousness.

“Hey.” You nudge him with your shoe, looking up at him. “I like you, too.”

He’s an idiot.

“But uh... I-I don’t like you?!” He says loudly.

Ouch.

“What? Dude, okay. Ow.” You scoff at him, feeling your chest tighten with hurt. You stand up, brushing your hands on your jeans. “Could’ve said that a bit nicer, Steve. Lighten the load on me.”

“No! No! That’s not what I meant!” He scrambles to his feet as you walk away from him, arms swinging hastily at your sides in an effort to get away from him. Steve facepalms himself. “Y/N! Come back!”

“You’re such a - ugh!” You groan at him, whipping around to face him. You stomp your shoe onto the ground, feeling mud splatter everywhere. “You’re an ass.”

“Listen-“

“No!” You pull at your hair, eyes wide with offense.

He really had to hurt you like that.

“Listen to me!” Steve shares the same look, enunciating his words with irritation. You both look like wild animals - chests heaving as you stare each other down. He huffs at your quivering lip and your defensive stance, laughing at how far of a turn this took. “I don’t like you... because I love you, Y/N.”

“Dude.”

You turn around as Steve looks past your shoulder, rolling his eyes.

Dustin stands with a look of shock, jaw hanging open. Lucas and Max are whispering to one another, snickering. Mike is grinning with beady eyes, glancing around at his friends.

“Dude, what did I tell you?!” Dustin punches Mike’s shoulder, dropping his flashlight in doing so. “He loves her! He fucking loves her!”

“Hey! Language!” You and Steve shout simultaneously, pointing fingers at the foul-mouthed boy.

“This is a private matter, guys!” You sigh at the kids, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Just...”

“Steve loves you, Y/N. He’s a dumb doofus who doesn’t know how to show it, but he does.” Mike interrupts, stepping forward. “He’s literally cried about you to all-“

“Hey! Hey! No! Shut the hell up!” Steve rushes towards him, but you press your hand to his chest, stopping him.

“You really do love me?” You ask, hand still pressed against his sternum.

“Yeah, dude.” Steve blinks at you, hands on his hips.

“Did he just call her dude? Oh, my god.” Max shakes her head, groaning with frustration. “We’re leaving. Come on.”

“You love... me?” You question once more, clutching the fabric of your sweatshirt as you feel tears brim at your eyes.

“Y/N...” Steve takes your hands into his, looking down at you lovingly. “You know I’ve loved you. I always have.”

“I mean... I thought - I’ve thought that you’ve had a crush on me, but this is totally different.” You shake your head, seriously astonished. “So much for plot-twists.”

“Was it really not obvious?” He squints at you, pulling you closer to him.

“You call me dude, Steve.” You laugh at him, pushing at his shoulder as you try to catch up with the others.

“Yeah? And?” He grins, following after you.

“You’re actually an idiot.” You glance back at him.

“I know.”

He stops in his tracks, smiling widely as you continue to walk.

He loves you.

“Aren’t we gonna kiss?” He shouts after you, throwing his head back with a dramatic groan when you decide to flip him off.

He loves you so much.

[witchofmorena]

Right... so I got the idea from this post, and this is set after the quest in witcher 3 where roach can talk (I watched it, played it too long ago and don’t remember) and it’s all Roach’s POV (also it wont be same Roach in each piece). Hope y’all enjoy this <3

I was grazing in a meadow when I was attacked by some ugly monster. Naturally I started making noise and trying to leave, but couldn’t - my dumb human-not-human left me tethered to a tree. “Go away ugly! NO! DoN’t tOucH mY bEaUtiFul ManE! Bad monster! Kill it, human-not-human! Yes, that is right... go left...go left not RIGHT...uhg when will you do what I advice you?” My dummy of companion decided to get hurt, but luckily he let me walk freely, so I brought the bag with weird water that’s not really water and pushed it into his arms. I got hug, yey! I LOVE hugs! My  human-not-human’s human came and cleaned blood and wound, and than gave me an apple. Mhm nice crunchy apple, I like human. He sings to me, braids my hair... Well he probably thinks I’m a goddess of horses...

My human-not-human is sad. I thought it is cause his human and my worshiper isn’t around... we are supposed to meet him in the next place with many humans (town? city? village? farm? I hope it’s a farm with other horses - I could brag tell them about my worshiper - I should start calling him my human...). Still I hope I get a good brushing, a lady like me shouldn’t look like this - muddy, my beautiful mane tangl....”Watch out!” ugh something ugly’s attacking us again. Something was coming from behind, it gives me a bad feeling so I kick it - I must’ve gotten ‘em good, they are in dirt and in pain. I see my human - oh NO, some idiots are holding him. Ugh “you know what? I’ll just trample all over you, especially if you hurt my human!” They start running away, HA I knew I’m scary. I go up to my human and greet him. “Do you have apples? Or or or maybe....carrots? I wanna carrot” I kept asking for carrot and he gave me one. Good human giving me such nice carrots. I look around for my human-not-human and see him right behind me. I push human to my human-not-human so he can catch him...”Go on, you have him in your arms now do that thing with your mouth that you enjoy!” “Human, no don’t....ugh I know you love him so hug him at least” dumb humans don’t even mate in any way after a mating dance -.-” at least I’ll get bathed later...

“Roach...How do I tell Geralt I love him?“ the Boss’ human asks me... “How do i tell him that his hair looks so beautiful in moonlight? That it looks like liquid silver mixed with prettiest diamonds? How do I tell him that his eyes remind me of the pretty yellow opal?“ human rambles about Boss while braiding my mane with some pretty coloured flowers. “Why don’t you tell him all that?“ I had to ask even tho I know the human doesn’t understand me, neither does Boss for that matter. “The last time I tried to flirt with him...do you know what i said? I said *you don’t want to keep man with bread in his pants waiting* Who in their right mind says that?“ I’ve to admit that is pretty funny, enough to make me snicker, such a silly human. However this got me wondering...are all humans and human-like beings this dumb and unable to see someone wants to be their mate? Or do they do the mating dance longer? If so - how do they have foals at all? I mean they are dancing for at least 18 summers now (Boss said that), which is longer then I’ve been with boss...

Oh look Boss is back from hunt. I didn’t go with him this time, apparently he was hunting a griffin. I don’t like those - one tried to eat me but Boss saved me. That was the day Boss...adopted me? That’s what his human calls it, I don’t know what he’s talking about - it’s obvious that Boss belongs to me. Anyways, Boss’ human is waiting for us in village, so I have to make Boss wash before going back - his smell makes my nose itch. I saw a pond nearby so I drag Boss to it and push him in. He looks so angry...”I’m not moving until you wash, Boss”... Boss makes that noise often when I don’t want to move...”You wont let me go back smelling like this?” I shake my head - there is no way I’m letting him embarrass himself even more in front of his mate,”Fine, I’ll bath” see is already learning to understand what I want. “So, Boss....Does this mean you’ll finally... court?.... your human?” he remains silent as he’s....bathing...and here I thought we’re making progress in communication.  Finally we are in village, and Boss’ human is coming closer... Now I should help Boss tell human how he feels. “C’mon, Boss, tell him” I encourage Boss while nudging him closer to his human,”He wont say no, go on...He loves you” “Good hunt and not very dirty I see“ human tries...It’s a pathetic attempt tho... “Roach didn’t move until I bathed...“ ugh NO that is not.....*heavy sigh* idiot Boss...  “Good girl, Roach!“human praises me...what use are praises if there is no treats?”I think..ugh where did I put it?....AHA found it“ he offers me some sugar yay - good human “There you go girl, you deserve them.“ he turned back to Boss,”There is a bath in the room, prepared it for you...It’s still warm...Go, I’ll take care of Roach“ I’m not sure if I should be happy or not...they should bath together - Boss likes that...maybe if I behave human will go to Boss and let human who is with other horses brush me...”Thanks,Jaskier...“ Boss frowns...”Where is Pegasus?” I knew someone was missing “Some bandits stole her... Oh I hope they treat her right, Geralt, she was such sweet horse...” I give him a hug...he sounds so sad... Later that day, in village Of course human didn’t what I was hoping for, staying with me, brushing me and braiding my hair...*heavy sigh* that’s it I give up, you two figure this shit out...

Boss never lets me drink weird water...I wanna see what it tastes like....*rummages through Geralt’s bag*hmmm...Aha..This one makes Boss do strange stuff...at least it’s more ‘toxic’ variation that ’witchers use’....Now how do I open this? ”Hey, Squirrel” bet he’ll help me “What, horse?” “Could you help me? I need to open this and Boss isn’t around to help” squirrel’s confused “Sure?.....Here you go!” “Thanks, friend! I saw some nuts that way” I point squirrel towards nuts i mentioned - he IS looking for them after all...now to drink this...Whoa...this is strange....world has so many colours now...I gotta find Boss...Oh he’s already here....”Roach...Why did you drink modified White Gull? And how in Melitele’s name did you open the vial?” oh shit...fuck...how do I explain this....”Well you see Boss....I...was...curious....” his eyes are really wide and round...they were never like that before...Interesting...”Roach....you can talk?” ahhh that’s.....new...he can actually understand me....”Okay, first things first. Boss, you gotta tell your mate how yo..” “My WHAT? What are you talking about Roach?” great, he finally can understand me and he interrupts me immediately uhg stupid human-that’s-not-human “The who travels with us? Makes my mane pretty with those yellow tasty flowers? That human?” “Hmmm...You must be speaking of Jaskier, he’s the only one who does all of those” so he does know who is his mate “yeah him, anyways I don’t know how long I’ll talk so listen carefully...” Boss leans closer, good he’s listening “next time you see him, do the thing with mouth, and tell him you love him - he loves you DON”T INTERRUPT ME and I know cause he talks to me, much like you...so tell him and mate with him already” there was also something else...hmmm...oh yes i remember “and bath you stink....also don’t flirt with him - you both make me cry when you do that” “Roach, I don-” “Don’t interrupt me! By hte way monster’s coming, and dear me it’s so ugly and smelly” I watch as Boss fights and kills it...apparently it was some easy monster....but Boss is once again covered in monster guts ”Bath. Now.” “Fine...you’re worse then Jask...” “Who is worse then me? Oh I missed your fight, how dreadful” we turned to see Boss mate “Sup, Boss’ mate?” Boss glare is scary, but I’ve seen worse...like that griffin’s beak... oh no I missed part of conversation *pouts* “What is going on?” “Roach...we can’t understand you anymore....but you were right...thanks” I was right? Of course I was *huffs* I’m always right “Lets go, Roach! I saw some nice juicy grass for you nearby, girl! Don’t tell Geralt, but...I got you some apples and...here’s a sugar cube...as a thanks” I munch on the cube...this is one of reasons why I like Boss’ mate ”Without you...I wouldn’t know what to do...I love Geralt...have for years...” he hugs me...how nice...he lets go and I do my victory dance...why? well...Roach:1, Boss and mate:0

I might add some more later, but no promises... And I’m tagging @she-who-ate-pizza-with-cap since she mentioned she’d like to see this (hope you like it lovely, did my best here) <3

[petty-revenge-stories]

So you need to hurry up to get to a wedding? Too bad.

I work at a preschool in Sweden, (so sorry for my swenglish :) ), and have been doing that for many years. I get along pretty good with my coworkers/parents and the kids like me a lot. The past few months tho I have started to get annoyed with two of my co-workers that work together in the same (section?) in the preschool. They are in their mid 40:s but are acting like teenagers, always looking at their phones, showing each other stuff on them and giggling a lot. To be fair, I have only seen them doing that on their breaks, (that almost every time are more than the 30 min. we are suppose to have), but I don’t mind that so much, I believe that you can do what you want on your own free time and I hope that they don’t that stuff when they are working with the kids.

However I have noticed that pretty much every time we are outside in the yard/playground with the children they either stand at the (sandbox?), and talk to each other or other co-workers, not work related things, or just plain stand there and looking somewhat bored. Never play or do anything with the kids, and almost never open the (shed?) for the toys. I even had to help children that needed help that was just a few meters away from them because they didn’t notice them, to busy with talking to each other. I have tried to talk about this issue on our monthly meetings but it is like it’s going in thru one ear and out of the other ear with them.

So my frustration and annoyance with them just got bigger and bigger as the time went on and I started to call them ”the teenagers”, as a joke but with some truth in it. (they didn’t mind, I can have a brutal sense of humor sometimes, my co-workers are used to it). The children in my preschool is divided in groups of how old they are. So 1-2 years old go together, the 3 years old go together and the same for the 4 years and the 5 years old. I work with the 4 years old children. With this system, when many new children come to the 1-2 year section they get to many and we need to move the oldest children in every section, like an domino effect. So under the month of July we moved some of our 4 years old to the 5 years old section and took a few from the 3 years old section, many of their children and ours was already on vacation with their parents. One of the kids that came over to us have special needs and have like an (assistant?) that followed to our section. (They had 2 special needs kids there in the 3 year section), so there where 4 people working there with the assistant. (It is just me and my co-worker that works in mine).

After we got to know the new children and because we had very few of them we started to get ready for the big cleaning we have every year, (we usually merge with other preschools during the summer). We are supposed to take away toys and stuff so the cleaners can…well, clean. One of those days we decided to get out with the children, the assistant took them outside and I went to get my shoes, my co-worker stayed inside to put things away for the cleaning. I got my shoes and went back and started to talk with my co-worker about what to take away first, (we wanted to leave a space untouched so the kids had somewhere to play until the last day before we merged with the other preschools, and also a bit how we should work with the special need child).

When we where just done talking and I joked with her as I was on my way out and made her laugh, one of the ”teenagers” entered our section. She looked annoyed and walked towards my co-worker. As I know that she can complain sometimes about petty things I didn’t bothered and went out to play with the kids. But when we came back inside again and my co-worker told me what the ”teenager” said, I got pissed. Apparently she was wondering why the assistant was still with us and didn’t come back to them, then she had the audacity to say that we where just standing and talking to each other and not working! My co-worker was confused and asked her if the other special need child where there with them? and that ”Teenager”, said…no. So she wanted the assistant back that was there for now ”our” special need child when they already had 3 teachers there with 4-5 kids! WTF!! That was the last straw!!!

On the next day, (a Thursday) I was sitting in our breakroom and was reading the newspaper. In enters the ”Teenager”, that complained to my co-worker, from now on called ”T”, and me; (still pissed off), so calling myself ”PO”

T: Hi!

PO: Hi. (I say behind my newspaper, can’t even look at her. She sits down and start using her phone, as usual. After a minute or two she started to talk to me again.)

T: I’m going to my cousins wedding tomorrow.

PO: Oh, thats nice, (don’t really care).

T: Um, yeah, the problem is that I close the preschool tomorrow so I don’t know if I will make it in time, she says and looks expectantly at me. Ah, now I know what she is after. We both know that I work to 17:00 and she is supposed to work to 17:30 the next day. The unsaid question was floating around in the air. I just look at her for a few seconds and say:

PO: ”Well…that sucks”, and then continued to read the newspaper, making sure it hides my face because I can't stop smiling from ear to ear. She huffs but doesn’t say anything more.

The next day, Friday, is moving on quickly and about 15:00 I went out again with ”my” kids. I notice that the group with the 3 years old is out too but I can only see the substitute with them. not the ”Teenager”. (The irony). It took almost an hour before I see her, I’m guessing she was inside preparing for the cleaning or just check everything so it’s done when she close the preschool. The other staff is starting to drop off and soon it’s just me and her and a few kids from all the sections. I play a game with all of the children and we have really fun. The ”teenager” doesn’t join us, just standing at the, (guess where? yup, the sandbox), and watching us.

When the time is about 16:40 it’s only one child left and it’s time to gather the toys, (we are supposed to help each other with that). I start to pick the toys up and after a minute I realize that I’m alone outside. I see through the window that T have taken the kid inside. Aaand now I’m pissed again. I know she will take her time in there and let me pick up everything alone. So i think to myself, if you act like an asshole, so can I. I pick everything up and put it in the shed. After that I go inside to my section and look really carefully at every door, window and toilet making sure everything is closed and locked, I even go the 5 year section that are next door to us and check everything there too, of course very thoroughly. When i was done i walked to our changing room. When I reached it I saw that ”T” stood in there with her arms crossed and with a annoyed face.

T: Where have you been? It’s after 17:00 now. The last kid have already been picked up.

PO: Is it? I said and looked at my watch. ”Sorry, lost track of time”. I start to get my things and are not moving very fast too by the way. T is standing at the door and waiting for me to get out so she can lock the door and put the alarm on. I put on my headphones. (I like to listen to music when I walk home).

T: (Very annoyed), ”you can do that outside”.

PO: Huh? (Takes out my headphones). She repeat herself. ”Oh yeah, sure!”, putting them back in again and then go outside after grabbing my backpack. I start to walk across the parking lot. Halfway thru she passes me and get to her car and sit down on the driver seat. When she was starting up the car and got ready to back out she realized that I was standing behind her car and was looking at the preschool yard. She rolled her window down and yelled:

T: What are you doing?! (I walked up to her window and said).

PO: Um, why didn’t you lock the toy shed?

T: What?! You where the last one there!

PO: True, true, I said nodding me head. ”But you where with the last kid and sometimes she goes home later. She must have something to play with, right?” She huffed at me.

T: Can you close it for me? she asked.

PO: Sorry, I´m busy, need to go. (I wasn’t busy). ”And it’s you that are the one that close today so it is your responsibility to make sure everything is closed and locked. Technically you are still working since it isn’t 17:30 yet”. (It was about 17:15 ish). ”Bye! Have fun at the weddiiing!” I started to walk away and put my headphones in again but with no music. I heard how she opened the car door and ran to the shed to lock it. But when she got there she didn’t find the key at the usual place, (hanging on a hook outside of the shed). I was walking alongside the fence of the yard and could still see her and the shed.

PO: ”I’m pretty sure I put the key on one of the shelves inside!” I yelled at her. I could see, even from that distance, that she looked at me with murder in her eyes. She went inside and started to look for the key. I was now at the end of the fence but hid behind a tree because I did not wanna miss this, heh. I could still somewhat see the shed and I could definitely hear her inside. It sounded like she was getting desperate in there because now I heard how things hit the floor as she was throwing them of the shelves. Apparently she gave up but as she was about to walk outside the shed she must have seen that I had put the key above the (doorpost?). She quickly locked the door but must have been so stressed out so instead of just putting the key in her pocket and bring it back after the weekend she actually went to the (entrance?), punched in the code, locked up the door and throw in the key, wasting another minute on that. She then muttered and complained so loud as she was walking to her car that I almost could hear her, like 10 meters away.

When she finally drove away I looked at the time. 17:23. I chuckled all the way home with a big grin on my face. I got a few weird looks at me. Petty? Hell yes! but worth it.

(source) story by (/u/DiaPsalma1)

[hyungbean]

Prom Night | Erik Lehnsherr

Profanity Ahead! Proceed with caution!

X-Men Imagine!

Pairing: Professor!Erik x Professor!Y/N

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Synopsis: ideally you wouldn’t have wanted to spend prom with your crush in a broom closet, but your students were on a budget and Scott was so done with your shit.

Note: I love Alex sm tho, I’m going to write for him in the future for sure !

It should come off as no surprise to you when your lovely students decided to lock you in the broom closet. You thought this was payback for the essay you assigned a few days prior. Although those little -lovable- pricks decided to lock you in the closet with your close friend and fellow colleague Erik.

You were not deaf, over the past few months you had overheard Scott and Jean discussing your love life in the back of your classroom. Peter was quick to join in too and by the end of the first semester, the whole entire academy seemed to be more focused on your relationship with the history professor, Mr.Lehnsherr, than your Science Lessons.

How you didn’t see this coming was beyond any degree you could earn.

It started a week before prom.

Charles was planning on throwing the event to reward the hard work the kids have done and all they have had to endure, because it couldn’t hurt to try and be normal.

Many of the mutants had missed out on being a normal kid, so throwing this prom was like putting a band aid on the wound of being a mutant.

“Alex Summers! I didn’t expect you to be here!” You bounded down the stairs quickly and enveloped your old friend in a tight hug.

“Sorry I came on such short notice. Heard the old man was throwing a little prom for you guys. Came to embarrass Scott. And see you of course.” Alex chuckles, returning the hug. You and Alex had always been jokingly flirty with one another, it was just your thing.

It was at that moment that you realized all the students were peering at you and the older Summers, whispering to each other.

Alex quickly noticed, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Am I missing something?” You chuckled, pushing him slightly.

“They’re obviously checking you out Mr.Summers, you age like fine wine, because wowzers. And to think all those years ago when we met and you were still that little wannabe redneck.” As you fan your face jokingly, Alex feigns offense, suddenly lunging at you and starts tickling you.

“Ale—ALEX. S-StOp!” You giggled uncontrollably as he laughed leaning on you and nearly causing you both to fall over.

Suddenly there was a cough from behind you that echoed around the building.

You two broke apart, Alex slinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Alex.” We realized it was Alex’s little brother Scott, who looked not at all pleased.

“Hey Scottie!” Alex laughs, crushing him in a hug.

“What are you doing here dude?”

“Came to see my favorite dude, and my favorite gal.” Alex turns around throwing a wink at you.

“You know it Summers.” I walk up to them, hands on hips, nudging Alex playfully.

“Wait-Wait. How long has this—“ Scott furiously gestures to the two of you “—been going on??”

Wide-eyed I looked at Alex and we broke in hysterics, clutching our stomachs.

“Oh please Scott! We’re best friends! We’re not an item! God no!” I spoke loudly.

“Well at least not exclusively. Now excuse us!” Alex said winking before grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the groaning Scott.

“Well that’s new.” Scott nearly jumped out of his skin as Jean appeared next to him, gazing at the pair who were bouncing down the hallway.

“This is a nightmare.”

And just a few days before prom was taking place, things became much much clearer to everyone—except for you.

“Okay guys! So today we’re going to be talking about Primary Pollutants and Secondary Pollutants—“

“Oh please Y/N really? Just put on some VCR so we can go make out in the corner.” Alex said nonchalantly, scanning your room.

I glared at him, throwing a textbook in his direction as the kids looked awe-struck.

“Dude! Not cool! That’s my teacher!” Scott yelled at his brother, making a ‘what the hell’ arm gesture.

Alex shrugged, picking up the book and flipping through it.

“Now like I was sayi—“ before I could finish my sentence Erik bursts through the door.

I look at the man, and the students eye the both of us knowingly, anticipating the moment where the pent up tension would explode.

“Erik! What brings you here?” My face heats up a little, as I fiddle with the edge of my desk. He always seemed to have this affect on you, making you feel giddy.

“I was just going to ask if—“ he cuts himself off as he notices Alex who is suddenly standing next to me.

“Summers?”

“Old man?”

They ask simultaneously, pointing at each other.

Something in Erik’s eyes change, but he covers it up with a chuckle, nodding at the blond next to me, “good to see you kid.”

I cough awkwardly as the three of us stand there for a few moments.

“So...Erik what were you saying before?” I ask gently trying to soothe the awkward atmosphere.

“Oh..Nothing. Nothing. Sorry to bother you Ms. L/N. I’ll leave you guys to it!” He leaves quickly waving at the gaping students.

After a few moments, the students are all looking at one another.

“Hmph that was weird.” I say quickly studying the spot he was just standing at.

“You’re telling me this.” Alex says, sitting on your desk.

You smack his arm before sitting next to him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I hear Peter mumble.

When it finally got to the day of the prom you had enlisted in Jean to help you with your attire. Being not much older than the girl, your sense of style was very similar.

“How about this?” She holds up a champagne gown with a left slit up to the mid-thigh region and a sweetheart neck line.

“Oh that’s gorgeous.” I gasped, running my hand down the fabric.

She hands it to me chuckling, before rummaging to find her own dress while she tries to look casual as she asks the dreaded question.

“So—how are you and Mr.Lehnsherr?”

I look down at my dress with furrowed brows, “Well I’m doing fine Jean, I’m not sure about Erik i think that’s something you should ask him. Not sure how I would know this.”

Jean turns around slowly in disbelief, “I—I mean— no what I was trying to ask was— you know what it’s okay.” She stumbles over herself before sighing and handing you a pair of blush pumps.

“Oooo these are ridiculously beautiful! Thank you Jean!” I quickly rush to her bathroom to try on the dress as Jean hurries to her phone.

> J: Okay I’m in, let’s do it. I’m tired of all the sexual tension.

< P: I knew you’d come through!

< P: if they start being all cute, I’m throwing myself off the balcony though.

< S: we are so getting detention guys.

Jean shuts off her phone as she hears the twisting of the bathroom doorknob. You walk out, fixing your earrings.

You looked absolutely stunning, Jean was about to lose her shit, the students would lose their shit, Erik was going to lose his shit for sure.

“ Girl! Wowie. Let me get your number !” Jean hollers jokingly as you chuckle and hug the young girl.

“Okay, well I think I’m going to go look for Alex now! I’ll see you in a few hours!” You smile brightly before strutting out of her dorm. When the door shuts Jean groans, flopping on her bed.

Fucking Alex Summers.

The music was crazy loud, you were sure the whole mansion was vibrating to the beat of the unfamiliar song.

Alex was next to you, practically plugging his ears, squinting through the neon lights twirling around the room. All the students were dancing and laughing, which brought a smile to your face.

“You okay old man? The Alex I know would be fist pumping the air and jamming to this kind of stuff.” Alex glares at you.

“Oh stuff it darling, people grow up.”

I gasp, clutching my chest, “Alex Summers? Grown up! Oh my prayers have been answered!”

He rolls his eyes before turning to you, “you look amazing doll. Erik better treat you right or I’ll throw him over the banister!” He yells through the music.

“What? Why would Erik treat me badly?” I frown slightly as Alex laughs.

“You’re so innocent pumpkin, i understand what Scott’s talking about now. Don’t worry! You’ll see!” Before I could protest he dances away, winking at me and disappearing in the crowd.

Standing there for a few moments, you shrug it off as him being dumb like always.

As you make your way to the refreshments table, someone suddenly grabs your arm.

You look back to see a worried Peter, tugging at your elbow.

“Miss L/N! You have to come quick! Scott is arguing with Alex and I think it’s about to get real physical!”

I groan, throwing my head back, “Already?! Those Summer boys can never keep out of trouble can they?!”

As Peter guides you away from the crowd and into the hallway, you see Alex and Scott standing next to each other.

“Boys! Seriously?—“ before you can lecture them Alex is lifting you up bridal style while Scott opens the broom closet next to him.

“What?! ALEX SUMMERS PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!” Alex puts me down in the closet before kissing my forehead.

He backs away as someone slams the door shut.

“Sorry doll! I’m doing this for the greater good of the next generation!”

I huff, slapping the door. Before pouting and looking at my surroundings. Well at least trying to look at my surroundings, unable to make out much.

“You look beautiful.” I shriek in panic and back up a little.

“Erik?! Oh my god! You scared the living daylights out of me!”

“Sorry, I probably should have made you aware of my presence in a quieter manner.”

You hear some shuffling before you can sense Erik standing in front of you.

“Why are you in here? Did the kids lock you up too?”

He chuckles, “no, I actually uh—fuck. I asked them to.”

I cross my arms, “uhhh..okay??”

He sighs, before moving closer, “What I meant was— I asked them to help me get you in here with me—fuck that came out wrong.”

I laugh, patting his shoulder, “take your time bub.”

He sighs again, waiting a few moments before speaking again.

“Look Y/N. I just— you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Like god damn! I’m not good at these kinds of things but you just never cease to amaze me every single day. I love every single thing about you. From your dumb humor to your innocence, I just— I would really love to take you out one day because woman, I am so madly in love with you and you don’t even know it!” Erik’s speech causes him to start breathing heavily as he waits for your rejection. At least he couldn’t see your disgusted face in the dark. His hands were in fists as he tried to even out his breathing.

“Oh wow...” I reply awkwardly, rubbing my arms.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have—“ before Erik could say anything else I lunge forward, gripping his shoulders.

I attach my lips to his as he sighs in relief, wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you too Lehnsherr. Very much.” I lean my head on his chest and start swaying slowly in the dark.

“Good.” He pecks the top of my head.

He smelled like the deep forest and ocean mist, I would have to steal his cologne one of these days.

“I’m still going to put those kiddos in detention and beat Alex’s ass.”

Erik chuckles, squeezing you tighter.

“I’m counting on it honey.”

Meanwhile outside the closet, Peter has his ear pressed on the door while an impatient Scott, Alex and Jean watch.

“What are they saying?” Jean asks

“I don’t know, it just got quiet.” Peter replies, scrunching his face

“You don’t think...” Scott trails off, shuddering at the thought of his two favorite teachers—doing it.

Alex smacks his ass back down to earth, “gross dude.”

“Wait! I think I hear something!” Peter whisper-yells.

They all lean in as Peter’s face falls, slowly stepping away from the door as he coughs awkwardly.

“Well??” Jean asks, uncrossing her arms

“I think we’re in trouble.”

“Shit! She’s totally gonna beat my ass bro.”

[granddaughterogg]

Darksiders: The Great House Party - chapter 1

This is more of a polished snippet, guys. But since you don’t seem to like those huge-ass lumps of text I’ve dumped on Tumblr anyway, I’m gonna cut this story into small chapters and publish those as I go. This part is only fluff and totally wholesome. Includes Reader being bratty, Death being a Cultured Badass and Strife making a lame-ass joke. Enjoy!

The sharpshooter appraised you with a half-lidded look. His freckled skin was dark, but not quite brown. You’ve never met a human – or any other being, really - with a hide of such colour. It had deep purplish tones of a ripe eggplant.

Those golden eyes shined like coals in contrast. And now they glided all over you.

It produced a weird sensation in your spine. Not exactly unpleasant, just...alerting. Like that time long ago when you licked a 9V battery and got shocked.

They were no easy answers with Strife. You couldn’t tell what his deal exactly is. You two bickered, you two bonded, you fell out over something trivial, rinse and repeat. Sometimes he made fun of you, sometimes he seemed to really care. Was that buddying camaraderie, or just teeth-clenched teamwork? The most laid-back of the Horsemen kept you on your toes, all the time.

*

The night was damp, sultry, vibrating with lights and music. It came at you as this onslaught of sensation: too many, all at once, like a wave. You could feel your legs giving in. Your better judgement getting off the hinges, bending like a boiled noodle.

You felt hot, bothered and not exactly sober. Although not nearly drunk enough for your poor choices.

So maybe it were those three beers that did the talking. Maybe it was just you.

„I feel like doing something stupid...”, you said in a low voice.

His eyes went huge. In that moment you could see nothing else. Two golden moons, glimmering with drunken lust and feverish hope. His smile was like a shark’s. You should’ve been put off by the grimace – but then again, you did have had those three beers.

„Well then, kid, you’ve come to the right Horseman”.

*Three weeks earlier*

A party!

The idea sprouted in your head during one of those long, awfully hot summer nights. It so happened that none of the Riders had any murderous business to attend. Unless prodded to do something together, they spent their free time much like giant cats. That is: exerting minimal effort.

They lazied around on sofas, which has been moved out to the spacious veranda. It didn’t help much with the heat. But the night wind rustling through greenery surrounding the house was nice.

Now it blew through War’s shiny hair while he dozed off. The moths smashed their little furry bodies against the lamp. Fury chuckled softly, those pearly peepers glued to the monitor of her laptop.

Strife decimated a pile of doughnuts, while Death read War and Peace.

It sure was peaceful. Which means that nothing happened.

You hanged around them with a humongous glass of iced tea, feeling more hot and bored by the minute.

„It will take you forever to finish this”, you chimed in, tracing the Reaper’s pale forearm with your fingers.

„It just so happens that I have forever.” He didn’t even lift eyes from the page.

You felt like an ignored puppy.

„Why would you spend even a minute of it on this musty ol’ doorstop of a book anyway?” You whined, climbing onto the Reaper’s tight abdomen and leaning over the tome in his hand.

Death gave out a sigh.

„I see”, he said with a half-smirk, stroking your chin with his long fingers. „You wish I’d lavish you with attention instead?”

You pouted. „Well, yeah! I’m bored outta my mind.”

„Later”, declared Death and got back to reading.

„Whut?”

„I’ll attend to you later. Very thoroughly, too.”

Damn his narrow ass! The eldest Rider had such a way of announcing those things. Curt, even standoffish, yet subtly playful in his own way. As much as you’d wish to get all in a huff - you felt defeated by the note of dry amusement in his voice.

But you sure as hell weren’t going to show it.

„Death!...”

„Didn’t you hear what I just said? Now get off me, will you? I’m about to get to the good part.”

Strife chortled - and then had the gall to wink when your head sprung back. The bastard.

„There are no good parts in damn War and Peace”, you mumbled, scampering off the Russian literature aficionado. You set your hopes on War instead.

The Big Guy didn’t object to being crawled on, because he was snoring.

So you have lied flat on his broad chest, spread your arms wide and pretended to be this kid from Totoro.

The steady tide of War’s breath was like the sea’s murmur. Soothing.

„So, which part are you at, exactly?...” you muttered, pressing your cheek to the warm vastness that was the sleeping Horseman.

„Natasha and Prince Bolkonsky are having their first waltz”, said Death. „It’s exquisite.”

She’s gonna cheat on him and he will die in the war, you thought to yourself, but of course didn’t say it aloud. You said only:

„Waltz. Dancing...I’d love to dance.”

„Hey pancakes, you could always hit the town with me.” Strife chimed in, his lazy tone implying that he’s is absolutely not invested in the proposition.

„I could?..” You were baffled.

„As if I’d allow that”, said Death calmly and turned a page.

„Oh come on, D!”

„Yeah, D, don’t get your low cut panties in a twist..." Strife dispatched the last doughnut and casually threw the empty tray through the wide-open veranda doors, into the house. It flew with a „swoosh!” and bounced off the kitchen wall before falling precisely into the sink.

The showoff.

„It’s not like I’m gonna take my eyes off her...even for a second.”

The sharpshooter appraised you with a half-lidded look. His freckled skin was dark, but not quite brown. You’ve never met a human – or any other being, really - with a hide of such colour. It had deep purplish tones of a ripe eggplant.

Those golden eyes shined like coals in contrast. And now they glided all over you.

It produced a weird sensation in your spine. Not exactly unpleasant, just...alerting. Like that time long ago when you licked a 9V battery and got shocked.

They were no easy answers with Strife. You couldn’t tell what his deal exactly is. You two bickered, you two bonded, you fell out over something trivial, rinse and repeat. Sometimes he made fun of you, sometimes he seemed to really care. Was that buddying camaraderie, or just teeth-clenched teamwork? The most laid back of the Horsemen kept you on your toes, all the time.

„Those dens that you frequent are not suitable for her kind”, stated your most beloved Nephilim and got back to his read.

„Yeah, cause I’m such a delicate flower, me”, you snorted.

Death ignored you. He would accommodate you in many ways, but he got downward paranoid when it came to your safety.

Those fears of his weren’t all unfounded. Many marauder demons still traipsed the post-Revival Earth; remnants of a once-great army, eager for food or just for something alive to toy with. And during your shared journey through the realms Death witnessed how easy to kill or maim you are.

You couldn’t blame him for being overprotective.

Further bickering seemed pointless. Instead you got an idea. It flashed upon you abruptly like the cartoon lightbulb.

„Let’s throw a party”, you said.

„Huh?...” Strife didn’t seem to follow.

„I said, let’s throw a party. Here. In this house. Let’s get booze and food and stuff. Let’s finally put those bigass speakers you got to play RDR2 to good use. Let’s invite all sorts of folks over and be merry!

„Those are damn good speakers...” remarked Strife slowly.

„Yeah.” You grinned. „That’s what I’m saying. Now imagine Fuel blasting through them.”

„You’ve got me here, pumpkin”, said Strife, throwing his hands in the air. „I’m sold.”

You turned to his twin. „Fury?”

„Oh, I don’t care much about parties”, said the purple-haired one. Her eyes were fixed on funny cats prancing through Youtube. Then she sat up and brushed a tendril behind her shapely ear. „Wait. Did you just say you can make music play really loud tho?”

„As loud as you wish it to be.”

She licked her lips. „Even...Beyoncé?”

You subdued a knowing chuckle. The only thing bigger than the rageful vixen’s newfound affinity for cheesy pop songs...was her need to hide this fondness from her kin. It seemed to have wavered though.

„Especially Beyoncé.” you said, your mouth tilting upwards. „I can’t imagine a better tune to dance the night away.”

„Then I’m on board with this”, said Fury swiftly.

Half of the crew down, another half to go.

„Hey, War!” you jumped up and down, sitting astride the snoring giant. If he were a regular man, he’d probably wake up with a start. War just opened his bright eyes - slowly - and gave you a smile that was not quite there.

„What is it, Little One?...”

„We’re gonna give a party!” You bounced off his firm stomach, excited like a toddler. „Lots of music, lots of booze, lots of people, too! You’re with us?”

„What about food?” That was the Red Rider’s only input. Then he yawned, grunted and stretched to his whole impressive length. The ripple that went through this powerful body almost knocked you over. You laughed breathlessly and clutched onto his shirt.

„Food, sure. We can build a barbecue of epic proportions. Like the one we used to have back when I stayed with the Makers. I’m sure Ulthane will know how to run one.”

„Ulthane! Haven’t seen this old stump for some time now. Also, I’d love some roasted meat.” War’s peepers shone brightly at the idea of a feast; you needn’t coax him further. As Strife’s put it - he was sold.

That left you just with one remaining member of the Nephilim Squad. Unfortunately, he was also the grumpiest one. You first and most beloved. Death.

You looked him in the eyes with pleading.

„D, can we have a house party? Please, please. I’m so bored, I’m gonna climb up walls!”

The Pale Rider bookmarked his page, closed the ancient yellowed tome - and sighed.

„It’s not like I can deny you now, can I?” he said wryly. But the corner of his mouth was twitching, and that flame in his eyes was kind. „Although this is going to put this whole household in a state of disarray.”

„Well, War’s armour pieces already fill the bathtub...and Strife likes to frisbee used dishes into the sink. So you mean, like in more disarray than it already is?” You gave him a shit-eating grin.

Death chuckled. „Good point. Though I have objections. What exactly do you mean by lots of people?”

You calmed down and started to count on your fingers.

„Oh, nothing too excessive. Just a bunch of friends. Like Ulthane and some of his Makers and some angels, I mean, Uriel and Usiel would both be down for it, and maybe Vulgrim…

„Vulgrim steals everything that isn’t riveted to the ground”, said Death dryly.

You giggled.

„Yeah, I reckon. But what exactly can he snatch from our crib that would be worthy enough to fund that soul habit of his? Spoons?”

„Oh, you'd be surprised.”

„Okay, then maybe not him. But Fury, Strife, you both should totally bring your human friends from Haven, too! I’d love to meet them.”

Fury nodded absentmindedly.

„My friends...from Haven?” Repeated the gunslinger in a weird voice.

„Yeah!” You were too preoccupied with your trail of thought to think much about Strife’s suddenly tightened expression.

He went still for a while, then shrugged.

„Your wish is my command.”

„Cool! Oh, this is gonna be fun. I bet Azrael was never to a proper barbecue before...”

„Wait.” Death lifted one hand. „What are you saying? Azrael? The Makers? I have nothing against them, but they would never fit inside this house.”

He was right. You and the Four bought this derelict estate, tore it down and then rebuilt to fit their proportions. Especially to War’s, who never felt at ease in human-sized interiors, what with all his bulk. But the magical Scots people were another case entirely. Same went for Azrael’s nonsensical display of poshness, which was his damn wings.

You grinned and slapped your forehead.

„They won’t...but they'll fit into our yard. Let’s make this a garden party, people! The nights are way too hot to sit inside anyway. War, do you have any additions to the guest list?”

„As long as there’s food, I don’t care”, stated your beloved lug of a man and went back to napping.

„Strife?”

„Lemme see...Make sure to invite Jack Daniels”, quipped Strife and chortled.

You couldn’t help but smile either.

„I am going to regret this”, stated Death stoically. „But so be it.”

[inazumafocus]

FroyMitsu for the ship thingyyy ♡

HEWWO PAT OMGS ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE YOU ASKED SMTH💗💗💗💗

FROYMITSU

Who said “I love you” firstFroy ofc~ he took Mitsuru’s hands in his and held him close while pouring his heart and soul in his confession. Mitsuru was “WHA????” and blushed slightly because he didn’t see that coming at all-

Who would have the other picture as their phone backgroundFroy has a cute frowning and blushing Mitsuru holding his knees in a bathing suit from when one summer he told him openly he was cute and Froy was able to capture his cute reaction before getting pounced on the sand~

Who leaves notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirrorAgain, Froy tries to leave cute messages like “I love you so much” or “you’re beautiful with your hair down” but Mitsuru ignores them- INSTEAD he goes up to Froy and smacks him lightly on the back of his head “if you have to be so cheesy at least say that to my face” and then KISSES HIM while Froy is still wide eyed and confused.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts…Mitsuru. Because he doesn’t know what to do or how to act now that he has a boyfriend and looks for tips on the internet and they all suggest cheesy stuff so he’d get Froy flowers that goes well with his eyes or his favourite alcohol filled chocolate or those modified with cute stickers pics of them together in a small album. Froy dies at every gift bc he’s just too cute-

Who initiated the first kissIt was actually Mitsuru can you believe? One day he decided he had enough wit puppy eyes Froy continued to give him, so while they were sitting on the bench after training he slightly pulled his sleeve and when Froy turned around he saw a Mitsuru with eyes close tight, a big frown, red face and pursed lips and he was TREMBLING AND FROY JUST THOUGHT “how did I end up with the cutest boyfriend oh my god” and just stared at him for a bit too much, enough to make Mitsuru die of embarrassment and slightly open his eyes and mouth to speak and probs ready to run away but IN THAT ISTANT FROY KISSED HIM AND ALL WAS GOOD!

Who kisses the other awake in the morningMitsuru doesn’t sleep much so he’s the first one to wake up and tries to shake Froy awake to no avail, so he huffs and puffs and ultimately rolls eyes and kisses him on the cheek. Froy immediately wakes up but spoiler: he was already awake and just wanted for Mitsuru to kiss him~ other times he gets kicked out of bed tho so it depends on the mood-

Who starts tickle fightsBoth! Froy because he wants to cheer Mitsuru up even if it means getting beaten afterwards and Mitsuru to shut him up after a terrible joke or cheesy pick up line.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerFroy just slides in and somehow menages not to get hit because he hugs Mitsuru from behind and he’s so weak to that… Mitsuru on the other hand would stare from the door with a small frown because he WANTS but can’t being himself to either ask or just do it, so he waits until Froy notices him and smile asking him to join~

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchThey don’t do exactly this, they daily meet up at their fave bench under a big tree in a park and each takes out smth to eat and drink. The cute thing is that they KNOW the other is going to be there at that hour at that place💙

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateBoth were two nervous mess! Froy tried to act all cool and smooth but Mitsuru was like “stop pretending, your hand is shaking against mine” “well I feel yours shaking too!” “…shut up so what if it is” and they both blush and look away but the movie starts and they kinda get closer and Mitsuru unexpectedly leans on Froy’s shoulder and oh gods Froy is fuming from how red his face is. Then they go to a fast food but they can’t hold hands outside in Russia so they kinda try to be sneaky and sit next to each other with fingers intertwined whenever nobody’s watching.

Who kills/takes out the spidersMitsuru kills every insect in cold blood while Froy hides behind his back with teary eyes and calls him “my hero” afterwards!

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkWell… /loudly/ Froy ofc, he acts all happy and loud and hugs Mitsuru trying to kiss him. Mitsuru is more of a drunkly and sloppily mumble he loves that stupid idiot of his boyfriend but that he, Froy, doesn’t have to say it to him (always Froy)~

Man it was so nice to finally talk a bit about froymitsu, I really love them and they’re super unappreciated, so thank you for the opportunity Pat

[likeshipsonthesea]

3 + nurseydex?

i should be doing chem hw right now but whatever i’m in a writing mood. for the right to the good part prompts (tho i guess i cheated), 3. I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?

slight warning for underage, not tagging bc fuck tumvlr

“Stop it.”

“Wh– stop what?” Despite his apparent obliviousness, Dex continues to stare back at Nursey with his mouth dropped into a dumb-looking confusion, eyes unblinkingly wide, big ears flushed pink all over and– God, it’s too much to be looked at with everything Dex has.

“Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Yes you are, you’re looking at me all–” Nursey flaps a hand in Dex’s face, “–like that.”

“I’m not– how else am I supposed to look at you when you say–” It’s Dex’s turn to flap his hand, “–that.”

Dex has him there. But it isn’t Nursey’s fault, not truly.

What else is he supposed to say, when given a day like the one preceding them now? Waking up in Dex’s childhood room, Dex on the blow-up mattress next to the bed, bumping hips to get more space in the bathroom, making pancakes and stealing strawberries from each other’s plates, watching Dex greet his endless cousins, all of them different sizes right down to the tiniest baby he made giggle with almost no effort at all. Spending the day on the beach, in the water, salt and sun kissing Dex’s skin pink, his smile so constant it must have hurt his cheeks. Sitting, now, alone, next to the bonfire on the same quiet stretch of sand, watching the fire play in Dex’s eyes and understanding how every inch of the day’s love came with a qualifier of silence–

Nursey has spent so long trying to understand Dex, and now that he does, how could he not love him?

(No, that’s not what he said, God imagine how unchill that would have been? No, no, what he said was both worse and better. “I like you here,” he’d said, voice rough from the disuse that comes with observing. Dex quirked an eyebrow, a tacit really? Nursey smiled. “Yeah,” he said, ‘”it makes me like Samwell you even more.” At the silence that stretched from the end of that sentence like gum, sticky and too sweet, Nursey realized his mistake. “Um. Forget I said that.” Yeah, like that wouldn’t make it worse.)

And now they were here– Dex looking at him like that, Nursey broken open and not quite sure what to do with the squishy, emotional insides he’s bared. The space between them grows with the minutes and Nursey’s heart refuses to settle. What if he loses this so soon after he’s found it?

Eventually, Dex looks away. “I don’t know how to do this,” he says, and Nursey hopes “this” isn’t “stop talking to you forever because of your gross too-many-feelings.”

“What do you mean?” Nursey asks, because for all that he’s learned how to read Dex, some things are too complicated for twitching fingers or quirked lips to explain.

“I– love, I guess.”

Nursey swallows hard, but waits.

“You know, this is the beach I lost my– whatever– on.”

Nursey quirks his eyebrows. “Your ‘whatever’?”

Dex darts his eyes at Nursey, at first exasperated, but it quickly gives way to begrudging amusement as he rolls his eyes. “Yeah,” he says, “my whatever.” The smile Nursey caused slowly ends. “I was fourteen. He– was older. He taught me– keep quiet, you know? It was safe. It was– easier.”

Nursey twitches his fingers in the sand, cold without the sun’s warmth. He thinks about being a freshman at Andover, being so eager to fit in, be what everyone wanted him to be. Ready to break off parts of himself that didn’t fit the mold. He still thanks God or whoever for giving him Shitty. Crazy as that bastard is, he doesn’t let anyone be anything less than themselves. Demands it, almost, which can be abrasive, but it’s exactly what Nursey needed, then.

“And I’ve had, like, girlfriends and stuff. Sort of,” Dex says, now, dissipating Nursey’s tentative image of whoever Dex had, instead of Shitty. “But Luke– the guy– he kept coming back, you know, and that was– he was constant. The quiet. The– secrets.” Dex looks down at the sand between his legs, pushing his hands into it.

“Dex?”

Dex shakes his head. “I don’t know how to love right. Love–openly. Fuck, it’s taken me three years to love the team openly.”

“What? Dex, you’ve been a part of the team since the taddy tour, we all have.”

Dex turns and the fire reflects the wetness in his eyes. “I couldn’t love them here, I couldn’t tell my family that I knew Bitty and Jack were together, I couldn’t even come out to the team when I knew they wouldn’t care.”

“Dex.” Nursey reaches out and buries his hand in the sand until it tangles with Dex’s, concealed but together. “Loving people isn’t– it isn’t telling them everything for the sake of it. I don’t know how it is here, but with the team– we love you for the kindness you show, your stupid jokes, the person you are with us. You aren’t the facts of your life. You’re so much more than that.”

“But…”

Nursey shakes his head. “We love you, and we know you love us. Words aren’t everything sometimes.”

Dex huffs a laugh and gives a wobbly smile. “I’m telling everyone that you said that.”

“Do that and I’ll circulate all the pictures of you playing horsey with your cousins.” Nursey gives him a Serious Look. “Don’t think I won’t.”

“Whatever,” Dex mumbles, and looks towards the water. Nursey watches him, quiet, thinking.

A part of him wants to tell Dex how he feels, how he came to feel the way he does, tell him the story of Nursey’s slow and inevitable descent. He wants to tell Dex about the anxiety he brought with him to Samwell, for the curriculum and the people and the hockey, and how easy it was to manifest it in a single person. He wants to share the poems he wrote, angry and deservedly so, and the later sonnets about unwinding vines from the shelter they cling to in order to understand why they grow. He wants to tell him about the darkness of junior year, first term, and the way it festered, and the way it began to dissipate with Dex’s stuttered and determined apology after winter break. He wants to tell Dex how the honesty is a good start, but the person he was so consistently was what sealed the deal.

He wants to tell Dex his own story, and through it, theirs, but the beach is quiet, and the soft summer wind is too fragile to hold the storms–bright and crackling– that live in Nursey’s chest.

“Hey Nursey?” Dex says, and Nursey hums. “I like you too,” he says, and it’s enough, for now. The sand between their palms is cold, grainy, and dwindling.