#thank you to the anon who gave me the idea!!!

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Okay Erik request, maybes like fem!reader who's kinda scared abt getting a beautiful tattoo done by him 🥰, but calms her down if you know what I mean 😜😜😜, I can't remember if this is canon but perhaps Erik with a tongue piercing... If his mouth is involved 😍😍

Anxiety Management

Oh anon how I love you. I am such a firm believer in Erik having a tongue piercing. First time writing smut, its fine. I got this. I dont got this.

Pairing: Erik Campbell × Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+ minors fucks off thank you, mentions of needles idk

Contents: oral(f receiving), fingering, established relationship, reader being terrified of getting a tattoo, erik calming her the best way he knows how, Erik with a tongue piercing and putting it to work‼️voice kink? If you squint? Hand kink. My god i love his hands.

Wc; 1.5k

Masterlist

You had no idea why you were so fucking anxious rightnow. Eriks the one doing the tattoo, no one else is here, the shop is closed. It's the best environment for you to get your first tattoo in, and yet you cant sit still. Can't stop freaking out over nothing. Erik was already all set up, his tattoo gun ready to go and all the ink he would need, sleeves rolled up with the usual black latex gloves. You were not staring at his arms. Absolutely not.

Erik picked up on how anxious you seemed pretty quickly, set aside the fact he'd given many people their first tattoos, he knows you. Knows the signs. He sighed quietly and scooted his stool closer, tilting his head at you with that shit eating grin of his.

"You changing your mind on me already? I haven't even started yet." He was teasing. He was always teasing. And most of the time, you loved his teasing. Not in this situation.

"Shut up. Im not changing my mind I'm just- nervous. Anxious. I cant fuckin sit still. Im allowed to be nervous, you're about to stab me with needles over and over." You were rambling, the anxiety getting the better of you.

"Well, baby. If you want me to do this, you kinda have to be still. And it won't be as bad as it is in your head, I promise. The tattoo isn't even that big. You'll be fine. Can you lay back for me? Need access to your forearm." He wasn't teasing you anymore, his voice was softer, less.. gravel in his tone.

You took a deep breath and laid back, extending your arm out for him on the table. Erik carefully put on the stencil and had you check it was the right placement, that you liked the design. And of course you did. Erik drew it, you always loved the things he drew up, that's how you ended up in this train wreck of a situation anyway.

Erik picked up the tattoo gun and moved closer, but stopped when he saw how badly your hands were shaking. You hadn't even noticed. He let out an exaggerated sigh and put the tattoo gun back down, standing up and pulling off his gloves and tossing them aside, "Okay."

You went into panic mode. Great, now he was mad at you. You were acting like a child and now he's mad at you. You quickly sat up and started rambling again before you could stop yourself, "Erik, baby. Im sorry. I'll calm down, I'll sit still, please just- give me like five minutes and I'll suck it the fuck up and-"

You didnt finish. You couldn't, not with Eriks hand on your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. Not with that look in his eyes. That look he gave across a room and you knew what he wanted. Knew you needed to find the closest empty room avaliable.

"I'm not mad. I'm just gonna help my girl relax, yeah?" Oh you loved that voice. The voice that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, made you wanna jump him on the spot.

He let go of your jaw and carefully pushed you to lay back, and you damn sure weren't gonna fight it. Once you'd gotten comfortable, he wasted no time in working to get your jeans off of you, and you didnt hesitate to help him. He looked up at you with a cocky smirk once he noticed the dark spot already forming on your panties. He let out a quiet 'hm' as he slipped the fabric down your legs, putting them in his pocket for now "Haven't even touched you yet, you like my voice that much?"

Yes. Among other things. Like his hands, you could stare at his hands for hours, and you had. You couldn't count how many times you'd watched him tattoo a client, watching his hands as they worked. Thinking about all the things those hands could do to you, have done to you.

He grabbed you by your thighs and used them to pull you closer to the edge of the chair, like you weighed nothing. That got your attention, your daydreaming quickly forgotten.

"I know you know how to use your words, pretty girl. I asked you a question."

How the hell were you meant to focus on forming words when he was looking at you like that? When he was trailing his hand further and further up your thigh torturously slow. "Well?"

You let out a huff of frustration and laid back, looking up at the ceiling so you didnt have to see how he was looking at you. Like he wanted to devour you. "Yes. I really like your voice."

"Good girl."

You felt him push your thighs apart, and even now, after you've been together so long and done this so many times, you couldn't help the slight embarrassment you felt. Couldn't help how you struggled to look at him. But all that was quickly forgotten when you felt his hand finally reach your heat, finally touching you where you needed him most. He pressed 2 fingers into you, wasting no time in starting up a steady pace, curling them just right to hit that spot he knew would have you on the edge in minutes.

You let out a breathy moan, your nails digging into the leather of the chair under you. You hadn't expected him to move so quickly, not that you were complaining. Erik usually liked to go slow, liked to drag it out and tease until you were a mess and begging for something, anything. But he had a purpose now.

"Yeah, that's it baby. Just feel it and relax." He whispered, kissing along your thigh. You hated how easy it was for him to work you up sometimes. You hated that he knew he had that much effect on you even more. So many times he'd look at you a certain way, whisper something in your ear while you were out in public just knowing it would work you up.

Just as you felt that knot start to tighten, that pressure starting to build, he stopped, pulling his hand away. You let out a whine before you could stop it and sat up on your elbows to look down at him, but before you could even get a word out to complain, his mouth was on you. The cold metal of that damn barbell in his tongue rolling against your clit just right. You were so fucking grateful in that moment that he'd made sure the shop was empty, a loud unfiltered moan being pulled from your throat. You laid back once again, your back arching off the leather under you. Your hand found its way down to his hair, fisting into the black strands and pulling him closer. And fuck you could've cum right then and there just from the sound that escaped him, low and desperate, almost a growl.

The tongue piercing had started as a joke. Erik had always loved going down on you. Sure, he liked getting head too but if he had the choice, he'd live between your thighs if he could, living off nothing but the taste of you and the sounds he pulled from you. One night, while you were laying on his bare chest, both of you still trying to catch your breath, you'd laughed and said he should get his tongue pierced. He took it to heart. He came to you with his tongue freshly pierced within a couple days. The healing process was torture for him, but my god he made up for all the lost time when it finally healed, keeping you on your back and him between your thighs for hours at a time. The best few days of his life if you asked him.

When your orgasm finally wrecked through you, your thighs clamping around his head and your moans getting higher pitched, more urgent, his tongue just fucked you through it until he felt you ease up, your moans of pleasure turning to soft whines from the overstimulation, the hand in his hair trying to push him away rather than pull him closer, only then did he stop.

Erik moved away with a groan, running his tongue along his bottom lip as he watched your chest rise and fall with each heavy breath you took. Erik loved this, the aftermath. Seeing you so beautiful and wrecked because of him. He walked around to the side of the chair, running a hand through your hair and giving you a smile "You still with me, baby? Hm?"

You looked over at him and nodded, carefully sitting up. "Yeah.. fuck, that piercing was the best joke I ever made."

He laughed, grabbing your jeans off the floor and your panties from his pocket to give them back and let you get dressed. "Yeah well, you know better now than to joke about me getting a piercing of any kind, because you know I'll do it. Now.. you gonna sit still and let me get this tattoo done?"

You gave him a nervous look, watching as he put on another pair of gloves and made sure his tattoo tray was still good to go.

"About that.. Can I still have that five minutes?"

[g1rld1ary]

hey! i am obsessed with the lifeguard!james series, i was thinking of an idea for part 8

so someone in the groups has like a cabin in a the woods and everyone goes out there for the year, and this year james is coming too - so basically we are all walking up to the cabin (maybe we can have a cute scene where we reveal some stuff about us in a convo with james) and we get there are draw names for who’s sharing and ofc we ‘accidentally’ get james so we’re basically sharing a room for two days and a bed - maybe we finally kiss by the end 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

lifeguard! james potter x fem!reader

wc: 3585

cw: all the usuals for this series

me: guys it happened!!! this is a lot longer and softer than some of the other parts but i'm rlly happy with it so hope u guys love it too!! and thank u to the anon who requested it, i hope u enjoy xx

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the stereo pumped an old classic at volumes that should have been illegal, but no one was complaining. you all sang along, crammed into marlene’s truck. you assumed sirius’ car wasn’t far behind, but it wasn’t in your sight.

you were in the backseat, legs stretched across james’ lap as he stared out the window. lily and marlene sat in the front seat, marlene the only one allowed to drive her ancient truck.

“so who’s place is this again?” james asked you quietly as the other two fought over radio stations.

“sirius’, of course. his family’s fucking loaded, they have this place in the woods and a boat docked down on the coast — ‘s ridiculous, honestly.”

“so why aren’t they spending the long weekend here?”

“who could say? they’re probably in greece or paris or kicking puppies or something.”

“good riddance,” marlene called, looking at you in the rearview mirror, “better for us.”

sirius’ cabin was only a few hours out from your town, but it felt like a whole other world. away from the hustle of town, the trees loomed over you in a knitted canopy, sunlight streaming through to make you all lazy and good-tempered.

you got stuck on luggage duty with james, payment for not having to do any of the driving or navigating.

“i can’t believe this,” you grumbled, slinging lily’s bag over your shoulder, “this is un-feminist.”

“it was 75% girls in that car, do you think any manual labour is unfeminist?” james asked with a smile.

“no,” you shot back quickly, “just any that i have to do.” james just laughed with a roll of his eyes, taking your bag out of your hands so you just had the one. you put up a half-hearted fight, which dissolved into an uncharacteristically shy smile, quickly trying to create a comeback or something to keep your banter going.

“how far away is this place?” james asked, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of where you’d be staying.

“dude, it’s so far,” you huffed, “the blacks are so stupid rich that you can’t even park at the cabin — it would ruin the freaky, isolated vibe if you could just see cars. you have to hike just to get there.”

a thin path stretched before you, grey stepping stones extending into the distance. the walkway was framed with trees, making the whole area hushed and peaceful.

“so why does sirius hate his parents so much?” james asked, letting you step onto the stones before him.

“they’re the worst. stupidly, ignorantly rich, they don’t respect him at all. we think they, you know, or have, but he’s never said anything. still, he sleeps over at one of ours almost every night during the school year. it’s a little better over the summer though, his parents fuck off to some exotic vacation and we get free reign of his place.”

“you guys are really good friends, huh?” james watched you hop from stone to stone, careful not to step on dirt in your own private game.

“we’ve basically all known each other since birth, it’s us or nothing. not much changes around here,” you sighed, then gave a small smile, “at least until you came, baywatch.”

“glad to be of service,” james laughed, messing with his hair. “so do you like it here?”

“god no! it’s so bloody boring — i mean, except for this summer, i suppose. but i can’t wait to get out, see the world, you know? not to influence your opinions or anything,” you joked, taking a moment to admire the sunlight filtering through the tree leaves.

“you don’t have to worry about that.” james shook his head, “this town sucks, respectfully. i mean, you’re the best thing about it by far — meaning the group! obviously!” you burst out in laughter, looking back at james with a grin.

he was all of a sudden startled by your appearance. twisting to glance back, you were bathed in golden sunlight, illuminating your features. your smile almost matched the glow, the whole moment moving as if in slow motion.

“good save, loverboy,” you teased, but james was slow to reply, taken aback by the moment. he stumbled over a comeback as well as his own feet, tripping to catch up to you.

finally, the whole gang had made it up to the cabin; you and james with the bags, and the other car, which had taken an extra rest stop and was twenty minutes behind.

lounged across the living room, you all looked to lily for what you knew was coming, except james. she flourished to present her hat, filled with your names on scraps of paper.

“alright, i will be rooming with… mary!” you all applauded like a ridiculous late-night show audience.

“why is this happening?” james asked in a whisper, leaning closer than strictly necessary to ask it. goosebumps raised where his mouth hovered next to your ear.

“peter and marlene both snore like hell, but neither of them want to share a room because they wake each other up. so we do it by chance, no one can get mad.”

“diplomatic.” james nodded, impressed.

you felt your stomach sink and dissolve into flips as lily read the next pairing: sirius and remus. you had terrible chances, either you got stuck with an awful snorer, or you were going to room with james for the weekend. you didn’t know which would be more intense.

the suspense ended with both peter and marlene yelling in dramatised agony; you would be sharing a room with james. lily looked much too pleased with herself for it to be an accident, but you didn’t say anything. how could you? it wasn’t like you were disappointed by it.

“come on, pretty, show me to our room,” james said from the sofa with a cocky grin, and you tried not to admire his thighs as he man-spread in his obnoxiously short shorts.

neither of you said anything as you walked into the bedroom you’d been allocated to, the elephant in the room staring you both in the face. one queen-sized bed. the room felt like it was heating up, but maybe that was just the unspoken tension between the two of you.

“we can put some pillows up or something, i don’t mind,” james said, turning to face you with the unnerving vulnerability you still hadn’t gotten used to. looking at him made your knees weak, so you surged ahead, tossing your duffle bag on the small armchair and opening the curtains. ”don’t be ridiculous, we’re not thirteen. we’re friends, we can keep things professional.”

“is that what we’re doing?” you could feel james behind you, hovering but not making contact. “are we strictly professional?”

you turned to face him, momentarily surprised at your closeness, you were practically mouth to mouth. you both stilled for a minute as you held loaded eye contact, the quiet of the room heavy around you. it would take the tiniest movement from either of you to finally —

“can you guys hurry up and get ready for the pool?” marlene yelled from down the hall, “we want to officially christen it together.”

you both jumped apart, a sudden shyness overtaking you. you bundled your towel and a book in your arms and gave james a small smile as you walked out.

“well, come on, baywatch. we haven’t got all day.” james was on your heels like a puppy, stuttering half-formed arguments about how you didn’t really need to go down to the pool. you laughed them off, continuing straight-faced towards the garden.

the pool was gorgeous, obviously. everything connected to sirius’ family was. you weren’t much of a swimmer — more of a sunbather if anything — but you were sure that if this pool were yours, you’d have wrinkly fingers all year-round.

you floated on the surface of the water, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your front half and the cool water on the back. your friends were chatting or playing around you, but the whole garden had a serene air about it, peace coming from fleeing your town.

that was, at least, until james swam across the bottom of the pool, popping up to grab your middle and pull you under with him, your scream cutting off as you were dunked.

“dick!” you laughed as you resurfaced, slapping james’ chest, trying to ignore the muscle definition under your hands. you pushed yourself off the pool floor, intending to jump onto james to take him down in retaliation, but he was two steps ahead of you, catching you with his hands around your waist, slamming you again into the water as you laughed hysterically.

you both wrestled in the water as the others watched on, laughing at the ridiculousness.

“sirius!” you yelled, glancing over your shoulder, “help me!” sirius looked between you and remus in disbelief, reluctantly pushing himself up.

“come on, mckinnon, i’m not gonna be the third wheel here. take him down with me.” the two dived into the pool, helping you to finally overpower james and dunk him under the water. he put up an honourable fight — clearly his hours at the gym weren’t for nothing.

“alright, alright!” james laughed, putting his hands up in surrender, throwing you away from him one more time.

“chicken?” marlene asked, not wanting to waste getting in the water. you brightened up at once, nodding eagerly.

“c’mon, baywatch. don’t let me down now.” you grinned, pushing james down by his shoulders so you could sit on them, not not noticing the ease with which he held you up.

you stared down marlene with playful seriousness, preparing for a fight. peter was your referee, commentating for the rest of the group as you began to fight.

you and marlene interlocked fingers, reaching and wobbling as you tried to knock the other off. the group’s interest had been piqued, gathering around to cheer and trash-talk as the four of you battled.

“hold on, babe,” james said amongst the chaos, clearly not realising what he’d said and pursued his original goal, shifting you around as he grabbed marlene’s feet, launching her backwards off of sirius’ shoulders, winning you the game.

you put aside your feelings about james’ little pet name, jumping off his shoulders to throw your arms around his neck. you yelled with glee, making a splash as the two of you celebrated.

“suck it, losers!” you yelled, sticking your tongue out at your opponents. james hoisted you up so you were sitting on one of his shoulders, flexing your own biceps as if you were the one who made any impact in the game.

“whatever, let’s switch. you up for it, potter?” marlene asked, high-fiving you as you passed her to get to sirius.

“take him down,” sirius laughed, dipping under the water so you could get on his shoulders. “you’ve got the power here.” you just giggled, shaking your head as you prepared.

just before peter counted down to start, you adjusted your triangle bikini top, ensuring you were safe for physical activity. james caught the moment incidentally, and he was a goner.

peter yelled for you both to start but james hardly heard, eyes locked on the bounce of your breasts as you leant to attack marlene, laughing freely as you held onto each other. james was in a daze, enraptured by your body and your boobs, bouncing dramatically as sirius took an underwater step towards james, ceremoniously shoving him over.

james, completely distracted, took the fall with full force, bringing both him and marlene crashing into the water with various profanities.

“dude,” marlene moaned when she resurfaced, “what’s the point of all those muscles if you’re gonna lose a fucking strength game?”

“sorry,” james said, tone somewhere in between trying to make it out as a joke and shameful that he really, truly lost a game of chicken because he was staring at your tits.

he caught sirius’ eye — purely by chance — and flushed a deep shade of red when sirius winked, enjoyment clear on his face.

“no hard feelings, right, mate?” he grinned, the innuendo clear to the boys but innocent enough that no one else would notice. james shoved him playfully, and the moment was over; everyone going back to what they were doing before.

by dinner, the whole group was exhausted in the way that only happened on the summer holidays, when the sun and water had wiped you out and only a hazy pleasantness remained.

you lounged around on the ridiculously nice outdoor furniture, gorging on pizzas and pastas that remus, peter and mary had cooked for you all. you, lily and sirius were on cocktail duty, mixing drinks with ridiculous alcohol content, mostly due to sirius.

you were all ridiculously happy, the summer evening breeze only lifting your spirits with it. remus had put on one of his incredibly niche playlists, which made you feel like you were coming to the end of a coming-of-age movie.

the group was playing catan, all lounged around the beautiful glass outdoor coffee table, a few candles and lamps illuminating the board through the night. to fit the six-person limit, you and james were on one team, to which all your friends shot you knowing looks, and sirius and peter were another team, whilst everyone else played on their own. ordinarily, remus and sirius would, of course, be playing together, but remus got surprisingly competitive, and no one wanted to disrupt his master plan.

to say you were playing was an overstatement; james did all the important gameplay with one arm wrapped around your waist, absentmindedly tracing gentle patterns on the exposed skin from your bathing suit, which made it difficult for you to focus on very much at all. you were cuddled into his side under the guise of an evening chill, though making no moves to rectify the situation with any other clothing or blankets.

it was past midnight when you all called it a day, everyone helping to clean up and wash the dishes you’d used.

“you go up and change or whatever, i’ll just finish drying these,” you told james, wiping a dishtowel over a plate. he nodded, disappearing around a corner.

you did your chore in peaceful silence for a few minutes as remus washed up next to you. it was quiet until lily walked in for a glass of water, leaning suspiciously against a countertop.

“aren’t you glad james is part of our group now, remus?” she said, voice dripping with false innocence. remus rolled his eyes playfully next to you, committing to lily’s bit anyway.

“yeah, he’s a really nice guy. hope he sticks around for a while.”

“alright, cut the shit, evans. say whatever it is you’re talking around.” you smiled despite your harsh words, turning to face her with a hand on your hip.

“i’m just wondering when you’re gonna make an actual move.”

“oh, fuck off,” you laughed, going back to drying.

“to be fair, you’ve been torturing the poor guy all summer,” remus said, “and it’s obvious you actually like him now, not just as a set of abs.”

“you guys make me sound so terrible.” both your friends exchanged a look, and lily just wished you luck as she disappeared back toward her bedroom.

you met james up in your room soon after, changing in the bathroom into your pyjama shorts and t-shirt you’d picked up a million years ago.

“nice outfit,” james said from the bed, and you realised how stupid the childish design must look. rainbows and care bears faded from hundreds of washes.

“shut up,” you giggled, sliding into your side of the bed, switching off the lamp so you were showered in darkness. you and james were both laid on your sides, facing each other. one hand was under your cheek, the other resting on the mattress between you both.

you chatted about nothing for a while, the light of the moon and stars illuminating james’ features as he told you about the football match that happened over the weekend. you were perfectly happy talking about absolutely nothing with james, you were honestly surprised at the way you were yet to run out of conversation over a summer of almost constant hanging out.

the conversation lulled for a moment, both of you staring into the other’s eyes. over your talk, your hands had subconsciously gravitated together, pinkies barely brushing.

“tell me a secret,” you said. the world seemed quiet around you, only the occasional chirp of a cricket outside disturbing your bubble.

“i really like singin’ in the rain,” james confessed, “i know it’s uncool but i rewatch it every time i’m sick.”

“that is so cute,” you grinned, lifting your resting hand up to mess with his curls. james swatted your hand away with a laugh, and you returned it to its place, pinky interlocking with james’. “that’s not what i meant, though. tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”

james stared at the connection point of your hands, thinking.

“you’re probably my first real friend. well, you and your group at least.”

“what?” it wasn’t what you expected.

“i’m an only child and i grew up kind of isolated from other kids. when i went to school everyone thought i was a freak, so… i’ve just been kind of alone. until you guys were so nice to me.” you looked at each other for a long moment, evidently neither of you expecting that to be james’ secret. “um, now you tell me one.” james smiled awkwardly, clearly eager to move on from his admission.

it was your turn to pause. what was an appropriate secret to spill? it was now or never, you supposed. you closed your eyes.

“i’m scared of you.”

“what?” you could feel james go rigid against the mattress, dread creeping into his voice.

“i’m scared of how you make me feel. that you’re not just hot. that i like talking to you, that i never want to go home when i’m with you. i’m scared that… maybe this thing between us isn’t just for fun, for me.”

the silence suddenly felt deafening instead of comforting. you’d never felt this vulnerable before. you didn’t do crushes and lovesickness and midnight confessions; none of this came naturally to you.

“are you gonna say anything?” you asked quietly, worried you were going to start crying if james remained silent.

“give me a second, honey, i’m checking if i’m dreaming,” james said with a goofy smile, eliciting a girlish giggle from you.

“huh?” your smile grew without your consent.

“did you think all this flirting was just for fun? lovely, i think you’re amazing. of course, it was initially attraction, but you’re funny and exciting and kind. this summer has been the best of my life because of you.” james reached out, warm hand resting on your cheek.

the moment was heavy between you as your eyes flickered between james’ and his lips, and you knew he was doing the same. you couldn’t say who it was who finally pushed forward, but when it finally happened, your entire body lit up, every nerve ending erupting into flames as james shifted to be closer to you.

the kiss was gentle, a testament to james’ previous statement. it wasn’t just about the physical attraction anymore. his hand slid up your face into your hair as his other snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the mattress in a way that sent butterflies shooting around your insides.

when you finally pulled away, you had no control over your wide smile or the gleeful giggle that was so opposite to your usual cool demeanour. james’ eyes were bright with identical joy, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you stared at each other. you bit your lip to contain your laughter, moving so you could wrap your arms around james, his warmth comforting against you.

the next morning, shrouded in blankets and cuddled into james’ side, you both decided not to strictly mention that anything had happened between you two. it wasn’t a secret, per se, but neither of you was ready to put a label on anything, and it was just easier to keep everyone believing you were still doing your will-they-won’t-they thing.

the rest of the weekend consisted of stolen kisses and lingering touches, trying not to giggle whenever you locked eyes with james.

in the car on the ride home, both of you asleep intertwined across the back seat, lily and marlene finally dared to talk about it, lily glancing in the rearview mirror to where your head rested on james’ chest.

“do you think they fucked?” she asked, stopping into a petrol station to fill up marlene’s truck.

“oh, they definitely fucked,” marlene laughed, turning to observe you. “and thank god for that.”

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Another screenshot that might count as angst for the Gunshow shippers. I was able to get the health thing off thanks to anon who gave me a little tip. If you’re seeing this anon then thank you for that! Really helped!

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[doctorsiren]

sans undertale

[too-deviant]

jackie and wilson.

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pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

summary: you haven't been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile

word count: 6.2k

content: very juicy chapter. is all im gonnna say.

notes: i cant stay mad at my otps i fear

PART IV — better yet, she wouldn’t care 

“If I have to hear one more handjob joke, I’m gonna lose it. So please tell me you have good news.” 

Lee Fletcher’s dark blue eyes flitted up to yours, his lashes tickling just under his eyebrow when he did. His hands were fiddling with the bandage that wrapped around your hand, but they slowed when you spoke, “Bare with me, newbie.”

You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to fall back onto the cot that you were sitting on — you’d had the stupid bandage wrapped around your hand and wrist for what felt like eternity, but was really only five days. You should be thankful, really, since the last time you’d broken your wrist you’d been walking around with a thick blue cast on for a month, but you couldn’t help but be a little peeved. Capture the flag was today, and you hadn’t trained nearly as much as the others had due to your injury — when you probably should’ve been training twice as much, only because you were new and unfamiliar with the game. 

It was their fault for hyping it up; if they had just shut up about it, you wouldn’t have been as excited about taking part, broken wrist or not. But alas, demigods were barbarians — barbarians who thirsted to beat each other up in a controlled battle. Barbarians who didn’t have any regard for the new camper when they were climbing all over each other to see the freshly posted team setup, and trampled all over their perfectly good wrist. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been standing right in front of the notice board.” Luke had been saying all week. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to accompany you there, then.” You replied every time. 

Lee narrowed his gaze, flipping your hand around carefully in his, kneading at curtain parts of your skin while checking you for reactions. When you showcased nothing but annoyance at your own shit luck, he leaned back with a cheeky smile, “Well, it’s looking good. I don’t think you need this anymore.” 

He lifted up the knot of bandage he’d removed from your hand and threw it with perfect precision into the trash can on the other side of the room, before turning and grinning at you. You couldn’t help but grin back, “You’re the best.” 

“I’m told.” He shrugged, feigning a humble demeanour. You stood, and he did so with you, looking at you pointedly, “But you should still take it easy today. It’s your first game, and you’ve been here for a week. Nobody is gonna judge you for stepping back today.” 

You scoffed, rolling your newly healed wrist around with a small smile, “I’m not stepping back for shit, Fletcher. I’m beating the hell out of Chris Rodriguez.”

“He’s on your team.” 

“I don’t care.” You rebutted. Lee rolled his eyes, but ultimately let you off with a wave. “See you later!” 

The past five days had been fairly tame. When the team setup was posted on Sunday afternoon, everyone went immediately into prep mode for the game. You knew they took it seriously, but you didn’t realise how seriously they did until you found yourself being pulled out of your sleeping bag at five in the morning so you could get a headstart on training with Luke. Although you didn’t see the relevance — after you’d broken your wrist, the boy hadn’t even let you look at a spear, so you woke up at the asscrack of dawn to…sit around and watch him train. 

Thankfully, Hermes had paired up with Ares for once, and Clarisse wasn’t letting you off easily. Whenever she could, she was dragging you to the arena and teaching you how to fight one-handed. So you were more than ready, skipping down the infirmary steps with an easy smile. 

“I think I see you here more than I see you anywhere else.” 

You paused, looking up and spotting Evan, leaning gently on the porch railing. You rounded the steps and stopped in front of him, “Hey. I’ve only been here twice.”

“In…” He checked his imaginary watch, “One week. That’s gotta be a record.”

You narrowed your eyes jokingly, “Okay. I’m still learning, leave me alone.” 

“We’ll see how much you’ve learnt later today.” He quipped, running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, “Good luck.” 

“Thanks.” You slid out, sarcasm evident in your tone. He laughed, and you smiled, rolling your eyes. 

“Come on, clumsy. Let’s get to training.” He began to walk off, and you followed, presumably to where the Hermes team were gathering for last minute preparations. 

For this game, they’d paired up with Ares and Athena, Apollo taking lead for the blue team with Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Red team also had Demeter, and the boys of cabin twelve were on the blue team. It seemed like a pretty good split; or at least you thought it was, judging by the reactions of everyone when they read the pamphlet. You might have been reading it wrong, though. After all, you were crying out in pain and cradling a shattered wrist when it happened. 

Athena was always a good cabin to pair up with, was what Evie had told you when she was taking your measurements for armour. You presumed so, goddess of war and all. But you were a little wary about the Cabin Ten girls — Aphrodite was also a warrior goddess, after all. 

Evan led you around the back of the pegasi stables and through a mudded path. The only reason you hadn’t taken off running in fear that he was leading you to your imminent death was because the wood nymphs were out and about, milling around like bodyguards. They eyed you up at first, but a few of them recognised you from your impromptu baseball session with Luke last week and told them to back off. 

“Here she is, the woman of the hour!” Clarisse exclaimed when she saw you break through the trees. A few people glanced back and smiled at you politely, a sentiment you returned as Evan led you to the front of the crowd where she stood. 

Luke was beside her, and only nodded at you. You nodded back, a glimmer in your eyes that made his hands twitch. 

“Okay, now that our whole team is in attendance, we can begin.” The Ares girl said, conviction prominent in her voice. She was made to lead, that much was obvious. “You all know the deal. I won’t repeat it, not with the blue team so close by, but…” She sent a meaningful look around the whole crew, “You know where to go. We’ve been practising this, and in a couple of hours it’ll be time to bring home yet another win.”

“It’s pretty much all in the cards for us.” Luke cropped himself into the speech, “Cabin Nine have their special machinery but we’ve got wit, power and numbers. We’ll be fine.” 

“Speaking of cabin nine.” Clarisse hopped down from the wooden crate she was standing on, “I grabbed this from them just before the teams went up. Had to make sure they didn’t sabotage it.”

She pulled a long spear out from behind some other boxes, and let it shimmer in the light. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from it. Despite it being made from celestial bronze, the forger had clearly done something to make it shine a mesmerising silver. You could see your reflection in it as it glistened under the sun. It was double ended and if you squinted, you could see tiny spikes coiling around the first ten or so inches of each end. The shaft was smooth and engraved with something you could only make out when she walked over and handed it to you. 

“Wait.” You took it out of instinct, weighing it in both hands but giving a shocked look to Clarisse, “This is mine?” 

“You’re damn right.” She smirked, “Jake was having a field day making that thing, couldn’t stop talking about it. Especially when he added these,” She poked one of the spikes that coiled around the shaft and rubbed the tips of her fingers together with a wince, “They’re lethal. You’ll be unbeatable out there with this thing.” 

“Cool.” You gave it an experimental swing, and everyone in your vicinity took a long step back. You shrugged, smiling anyway, “Whoops.” 

You felt very powerful with your new weapon, and now that you had it in your hands, you could marvel at the engravings. They were images, battles fought — a lot of them recognisable. There was Perseus killing Phineus and Polydectes with Medusa’s head, Heracles and the Nemean Lion. There was even an engraving of Tantalus stealing the ambrosia and nectar from Olympus, for some reason. You’d have to ask Jake about that later. 

“We have two hours until we need to gather at the pavilion, so we won’t bore you with details.” A young girl who you’d seen around camp before stood up and addressed the crowd. She was very little, but she exuded authority even at her young age. “But if I see you lazing around, I’ll put my dagger through your foot.”

There was a chorus of nods and murmured agreement, so the little girl stepped back and nodded at Luke, who told them all to go get ready. The crowd dispersed, but you stayed firmly put as the boy made his way over to you, the little girl following behind him. 

“Sunny.” He tried not to smile, but you saw his lips twitch. He gestured to the girl beside him, “This is my little sister Annabeth. Newly appointed Counselor of Athena.”

You raised a brow, impressed, before looking down at the girl with a smile, “Hey, Annabeth.” You introduced yourself, trying not to show her how kind of scared you were for her to not like you. 

Luckily she nodded, “Hi. You better be good with that spear.”

“I’d like to think I am.” You joked. She didn’t laugh, simply telling Luke she was going to brainstorm and left you both alone in the clearing you’d been gathered in. You raised your brows at him, “I think she gets her stoic indifference from you.” 

He cracked a smile then, grabbing your spear from you and weighing it in his own hands, “Yeah. She’s a firecracker.” He looked at you firmly, “Think you’ll be good for this game? It’s not too late to back out.”

You snatched the weapon right back from him, rubbing his finger prints from the shaft with your sleeve and sending him a half-glare, “You just want an excuse to use this instead of me. I’m fine, JoJo.”

He raised a single brow, “Fine. But if you end up back in the infirmary, I’m not gonna kiss your wounds better.”

You smirked, backing away and pointing your free finger at him daringly, “You wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

He laughed, hand on heart, “Right.” 

You were quick to retreat to the Arena where you knew Clarisse was waiting for you. A good chance to break in the new armoury and swing a spear around that wasn’t made of styrofoam or rotten wood. You caught yourself a good sweat in an hour and a half, and Clarisse was covered in bloody dots from those spikes. Even if you were injured, they still didn’t stand a chance against those. It was a comforting thought. 

You would’ve practised the whole time had it not started raining — something that confused you greatly since the camp had a controlled climate. Clarisse just rolled her eyes, though, claiming that Chiron was upping the dramatics for the game. You were unsure that the centaur could just…make it rain, but you went along with it. You’d only been a demigod for a week after all. 

Not wanting to be completely soaked by the time the game started, you retreated back to the Hermes cabin, shortening your spear down with a click and tucking it into your belt loop before you sat down. You were still on the floor, still next to the six year-old who almost always rolled on top of you in the night — you had now perfected your rollover technique to get him off you without waking him up. 

You were re-lacing your combat boots when two shadows loomed over either side of you. Without so much as a glance away from your foot, you said plainly, “Stolls. What do you want?”

A twin pair of scoffs sounded and you just rolled your eyes. The one on the left spoke first, and you thought it might have been Travis, “Bold to assume we want anything.” 

“I mean, we do.” Connor added from your right, and the indisputable sound of a hard slap came right after. “Ow! Asshole.”

“Cut to it.” You moved onto your other shoe now that the left one was wound tight. You were always pretty speedy at tying laces, a fairly random skill but a skill nonetheless. 

“Well…” Connor started. 

“Luke put us on second offence.” Travis continued. 

“But we sorta hate doing second offence.” 

“Yeah, it’s way too much work.”

Connor leaned over your shoulder so his stupid grin was visible in your peripheral vision, “And we heard that you are on side offence. Which has a much lower maiming risk.”

“So you wanna swap spots?” You deducted, looking up from your feet and giving them a blank glance. They nodded, and you sighed, “Ok, first of all, there’s two of you and one of me. You’ll have to find someone else to swap with too.”

“Already done.” Travis nodded, “Sabine loves second offence.”

“Second of all,” You sent them firm looks, “Luke isn’t going to let you change the layout right before the game. Neither is Clarisse and neither is Annabeth.”

“Which is why we aren’t telling them.” Connor said like it was obvious, holding out his hands like he’d presented you with the best idea ever conjured, “Luke and Clarisse are on first offence and Annabeth is on last defence, right by the flag. No one will know.”

“Plus,” Travis sang, wiggling his eyebrows, “This is a perfect opportunity to prove to everyone how badass you are.”

“Yeah, Luke’s had you on a leash since you hurt your wrist.” Connor raised a teasing brow, “Why not show him what you’re made of?” 

You looked between them, and the silence that stretched seemed to serve as an answer because they were smirking at you and pushing themselves up and out of the door before you could utter a word. 

The rain hadn’t settled — Chiron and his dramatics, although it appeared Mr D wasn’t too much of a fan. God or not, he still got wet with the rest of them. You stood between Luke and Clarisse, the former shielding both your heads with his black jacket — Annabeth ended up squeezing between the two of you when she couldn’t keep up with her I’m too good to hide from the rain facade. You took it as a win, she was warming up to you! 

“Welcome to our first capture the flag of the summer!” Chiron bellowed, pausing for the cheers that resounded. “The usual rules are enforced. Magic weapons are permitted, the flag must be prominently presented with no more than two guards no less than ten yards from the flag! No killing or maiming, and no gagging or bounding of prisoners. Let the games begin!” 

There was a loud echo of cheers and battle cries as the first conch sounded — they only had twenty minutes to get into position and then they would be permitted to cross the creek into enemy territory. Annabeth was quick to gather up the flag guards and send them off to their agreed location with nothing but a sharp eye before she was pulling together the defensive lines and sending them off too.

“Hey.” Just before you could walk off, Luke grabbed your attention, levelling his eyes with yours as best as he could from under his helmet. He adjusted yours and patted your shoulders, “You got this, Sunny.”

You nodded, “Damn right I do.” 

It was hard to navigate the woods in the rain, which was still pouring almost torrentially over them. The forest floor had grown slippery and wet with the new downpour, but the campers traipsed through it roughly, boots squelching as they moved. You followed the side defence through mud and grass, dodging branches and puddles until you couldn’t hear the chatter of Luke and Clarisse from behind you. Then you stopped, and just ahead of you, Sabine did the same. 

It wasn’t long before Connor and Travis were pushing through the trees and greeting the pair of you with wide grins. Sabine rolled her eyes, “Shove off, punks.”

Then she was storming in the direction they came from, and you had no choice but to follow. It was hard to keep up with her long strides, but whenever you lost her in the fog you just followed the sound of her annoyed mutters. 

“Stupid kids. Can’t be trusted on last offence let alone second. It’s not fair. I punch one kid for cheating and Luke sends me to side defence. Side! Stupid punk has been out of it for too long, needs a reality check.”

You didn’t bother responding — whether you were going to agree or come to Luke’s defence, you had no idea. You just followed her to the edge where the second offence was lined up just past the edge of the shore. Evie and Evan gave you the same confused look. 

“Those Stoll fuckers wanted an easy out.” Sabine spat, pushing a stray curl back under her helmet and heaving her giant club over her shoulder. 

The twins didn’t question or fight the decision, simply shrugging and going back to where they were tracing their own tic tac toe game into the wet sand. You stood idly, hands fiddling with your belt buckle before the second conch sounded. Almost immediately did the first and side offences cross the creek and disappear into the woods, while you pulled your spear from the ground and followed the twins and Sabine across the water moments after they were gone. 

Then it was a waiting game. 

“Fuck Apollo, Marry Athena and Kill Hermes.” 

Evie scoffed, shaking her head, “No. No way. Athena would be way controlling as a wife, you gotta bag Apollo.” 

Sabine hummed, “No. I think Athena and I would be unstoppable together.”

You looked up from your shoes and between the three that stood before you. It had been two hours and the most action you had was seeing one of your own teammates get flung right back over the creek by some cabin nine contraption that you were not too keen on meeting. Your spear rested across the back of your shoulders, your arms swung around the shaft at either side as you contemplated your own answer. 

“No, see —“ You huffed, “I couldn’t marry Athena, but only because she conjures babies with her brain. I could never win an argument, I know that for sure.”

“But we all agree on killing Hermes, right?” Evan butted in with a laugh that was immediately shared by the rest of them. He settled down and squinted for a moment, “Ok. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Iris, Nemesis and…Hypnos.” 

There was immediate discourse, everyone speaking up at once with their own opinions. Sabine thought Hypnos would be a terrible lay — He’d fall asleep halfway through! — but Iris would be overbearing as a wife. Evie said Nemesis would be the best wife, she’d never let anyone hurt you, and you were just about to add on that Iris could let you eavesdrop on other people’s conversations whenever you were bored when a loud crack echoed through the trees. 

Then it was quiet. You all shared silent looks, baring your weapons and facing the enemy side. 

Another crack, a snap of a twig. Then a crash, like something being dropped onto a pile of leaves. 

A scream, and a manic son of Aphrodite breaking through the trees and aiming a large Kopis at Evan, who was quick to defend with his dual wielding swords. His teammates followed, and the rest of you jumped into action — you were only slightly panicked when you realised your opponent was a Hephaestus kid who was nearly double your height. 

You’d seen him around sometimes, he was only a year or so younger than you. Same age as Clarisse, and definitely the same level of skill in battle. What made him even scarier was that he fought with nunchucks…fucking nunchucks! And he was good with them, too. 

But you had been taught well. You were quick to defend your body and use both ends of your spear to deflect each nunchuck from making contact. At one point, he clipped your arm pretty hard, and that was when you realised they were ribbed along the edges making for a harder hit. You bounced back though, swinging every which way and not letting him touch you again. 

Briefly, you could hear your peers’ own battles. There weren’t any shouts of pain, or cries for help, so you put all your focus on the boy before you. He had a height advantage, and swung his weapon down on you fairly often, which left your torso open when you held your spear over your head. But your reflexes were like lightning, and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t land that second hit. 

Fuelled by his own frustration, he lunged forward and tried to wrap the chain of his chucks around the shaft of your spear. He attempted to no avail a couple of times, but then he clicked a button on one of the shafts and released a crackle of energy along it. You were shocked momentarily by the reveal of his electric nunchucks that you faltered in your defence and he managed to wrangle your weapon in his own on the third try. You pulled back hard, trying to regain control and prevent his disarm, but he just pressed that damn button again and this time the volts ran through his chain and up the entire length of your spear. 

The crack that resounded was huge. Too huge to have come from those tiny nunchucks.  

Where you were expecting a sudden and painful shock through your hand and arms you instead felt a massive give. You stumbled back, shocked, but regained your footing before you could fall onto the wet ground. Your spear was in your hands, and the nunchucks were still wrapped tightly around the middle. You looked up from them to see their owner crumbled in a heap on the ground, nursing his painfully red hands while the rainfall soaked his clothes even more. 

You’d completely forgotten you weren’t alone until one of his teammates dropped their shield and ran to his aid. You looked up, expecting to meet the dumbstruck eyes of Evie and Evan, only to see their gazes fixed elsewhere. You turned your head. 

There in the grass was a giant streak of black, stretching along the shore for nearly five metres. It took a second for you to realise that it was embers — the ground had been burnt completely from where you stood to where it ended. And standing just before it was Luke and Clarisse — the blue team's flag in hand. They weren’t moving, they were staring at the burn in the floor, at you.

Your chin wobbled a little until the echo of the other team reached your ears. You looked at the pair urgently, “Move!”

And they did. Even when the blue team kids you’d been fighting  before tried to stop them, they were held back and Luke and Clarisse led your team to an easy victory. 

They cheered, and the conch sounded. Chiron emerged through the wood and smiled at them in congratulations — the whole spark debacle was nearly forgotten, campers too busy either cheering or groaning to notice the burn streak on the floor. Chiron did, though, and soon though the short lived celebration quieted down as he asked about it. 

Eyes turned to you. You shrugged, “I don’t…I don’t know what happened, it just —“

But then there were gasps. All around you. And suddenly Chiron wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the space above your head. And then so was everyone else. 

When you looked up, squinting past the rain, and your eyes fixated on that glowing lighting bolt that floated above your head, the world went quiet. A week of hearing everything about the glory of being claimed — how at ease you would be, how reassured you would end up. None of it was true. Because for some reason, the symbol that hung above your head sent nothing but trepidation running through you. 

You almost missed Chiron's next words,  

“Zeus. Law Maker. Striker of Lightning. King of Olympus. All hail.” He shouted your name, but it didn’t feel right in your ears, “Daughter of the Sky God.”

When you couldn’t stand the sight of it — when it started to make you feel sick, when the picturesque summer camp you were finally finding yourself in started to feel tight and uncomfortable, you looked down. Everyone was kneeling, eyes on the ground. It was comforting that they weren’t staring at you anymore, but when you searched the crowd for those baby brows that held you down, they were fixated firmly on the mud. 

After your claiming, Chiron dismissed everyone sharply. They left, all talk about the capture the flag win long left behind and replaced by canards about you and your family. Your lineage. You were very prepared to stand frozen on the other side of the creek for the rest of the day but the centaur ushered you into his office in the big house just as the rain stopped. 

The next hour was a muffled blur. You felt as if you had just been plunged underwater and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears — you vaguely registered Chiron and Mr. D asking you a load of questions about your childhood and whether there were any signs of your parentage along the way. You couldn’t answer that. 

They Iris-Messaged your mother — who was in her office and jumped up startled when the call came through. You might have been in a hazy funk, but you could tell the surprise on her face when Chiron informed her of your claiming was genuine. She’d had no idea. That, out of all things, angered you the most. 

“This new information will have caused quite a stir in Olympus.” Was one of the last things he said, “But you should be fine, since you’re seventeen.”

“Why does me being seventeen mean anything?” 

Zeus’ Cabin was subpar to say the least. Alright if you’re only going in there to worship the guy, not so alright if you’re planning on living there. There weren’t any beds, but there were alcoves lining the walls that you tucked your sleeping bag into so you didn’t have to look at the giant statue of Zeus that stood at the end of the room. For good measure, you chucked a spare blanket over its head — he could smite you for it, you didn’t really care anymore. 

You zoned back into reality when a knock sounded on your door, and you realised it was nightfall. Dinner time. You stood from your perch on one of the many benches that sat in the room — you thought they’d have better use in the pavilion, where Hermes kids were practically falling off the benches there were so little of them — and headed over to the huge double doors, heaving one open and breathing deep at the workout it took just to see who was at the door. 

It was Evie, and for some reason that made a pit of disappointment form in your gut. You sent her a weak smile nonetheless, “Hi.”

She smiled back, full of pity, “Hey. Just thought I’d come check on you, we haven’t seen you in hours.”

“I didn’t like them staring at me.” You said plainly, stepping out into the open air. The rain had stopped now, the sky clear, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, I get that.” Was her heartfelt reply. You felt bad for being so plain with her, but there was really only one person you wanted to see, “But, um, it’s dinner right about now. Wanna…come with?”

You didn’t really wanna, but you were starving and almost certain that nobody would be bringing you any food, so you shrugged, “Sure.” 

The large door shut on its own when you stepped away from it, and Evie jumped at the sound. You folded your arms and walked alongside her in silence until you were forced to part at the pavilion. She tried to say something — maybe a goodbye, a good luck. Maybe a we can’t be friends anymore because you’re forbidden. You didn’t stick around to check, walking over to the empty Zeus table where you unfortunately belonged. 

You filled your plate, hungry from the workout of capture the flag and exhaustion from the day, but your appetite was ruined when you saw Luke walk in and avoid your eyes completely in favour of sitting at his usual spot at the Hermes table. You hadn’t seen him all day, he hadn’t seen you, and yet here he was; ignoring your existence like he used to. It sort of hurt. 

So you dropped your fork, leaned your elbows on the untouched wood and stared at nothing. Only hours earlier were you at the top of your game, happy and ready to use your skills in capture the flag, show your friends what you could do. Now? You were completely alone, completely miserable, and completely ready to go back to Vermont. 

You wanted nothing more than to climb into your bed and cry. 

People started to stand. Heading in the direction of the campfire that you were definitely going to skip. Some Hermes kids stood, Luke included, and started a slow stroll down there too, past your table and down the hill. Chris was talking animatedly to his friends on either side of him, but Luke didn’t look very happy with whatever it was he was saying. Before you could build up the courage to call out for him, beg him to look you in the eyes and still stay your friend, he was shoving Chris roughly, the boy falling into your table with a grunt. 

“What the hell, man?” He sneered, brushing himself off. Luke just glared. He scoffed, “You’ve changed, bro. And not for the better.”

Then he was walking off in a huff, and his friends were following him. Luke met your eyes for half a second before storming off in the opposite direction — and with the influence of the tug on your heart, you followed. 

He was halfway to the Hermes cabin when you caught him, and you were thrown back to the time he got into that…thing with Dean from Ares and you chased him all the way up the hill. This time, it was down, and you were a lot less out of breath when you reached out and tugged on his elbow. 

He turned to you, “What?”

You paused, hand falling to your side. You swallowed, shrugged, “I…uh…”

Luke tightened his jaw, eyes flicking above your head like if he looked at you any longer his facade would break. He took in a deep breath and met your gaze once more, “Go to the campfire.”

“What —?”

“Go to the campfire.” He was backing away, “Entertain your fans, give out autographs. Conjure some more lighting. I don’t know. Do something, but don’t do it here.” 

You weren’t having that. Your gaze hardened, “Hey. You’re not allowed to say that to me after you ignored me all day.”

“I —“ He went for a rebuttal, but came up short, licking his lips in frustration. “You disappeared.”

“I was in the Big House, being interrogated.” You explained, annoyance clear in your tone, “I would’ve liked it if my best friend was waiting for me when I got out but unfortunately he decided he hated me like everyone else and I had to cry alone in my cabin.” 

He paused then, taking slow steps back towards you and meeting your saddened gaze. His brows furrowed, “I’m your best friend?” 

You cracked a tiny smile, “Of course you are, idiot.” 

His nod was barely there, but you saw it. You also saw his smile, small like yours and gone in a flash. “I don’t hate you.” He said, “I don’t care that Zeus is your dad. It’s just…”

“He forgot about me.” 

“What?”

You shrugged, folding your arms. There, standing in the middle of the cabins and staring at Luke Castellan, you admitted out loud what you’d been avoiding since you left the Big House, “Zeus. He forgot about me. That's why I never got attacked by monsters, because my deadbeat father was so busy turning his kid into a tree that he forgot he had another one.” 

Even under the tears brimming in your lids and through the lump on your throat, you saw Luke flinch. A minute movement, but you caught it like you caught all of his other details. The freckle on his eyebrow, the scar on his forehead that other people missed because they were too busy staring at his big one. The flinch when you brought up the tree. Thalia Grace, is what Chiron had called her. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” He said in a low murmur. “Thalia was a friend of mine and Annabeth’s. Brought back some rough memories.” 

“Oh.” You breathed, “Oh, gods. I’m so sorry.” 

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his torso before you could think about it. Big bad Luke definitely didn’t like hugs, but there you were; hugging him and staining his camp shirt with your salty tears. You couldn’t help it — you were so full of emotions that a single hug that he hadn't even reciprocated was bringing you to tears. 

Then he hugged you back, and you started bawling. 

Bawling like a baby into his chest while he stood there and held you. Crying about your dad who forgot about you, your sister who died while you lived a happy life, your nonexistent purpose in life because you were over sixteen now and there was nothing for you. Maybe being a forbidden kid was enough, but not really. You weren’t forbidden enough for them, apparently. 

“Sorry for shoving Chris.” He spoke into your hair. You pulled your head back enough to meet his eyes, “He was saying shit about you and Thalia and it pissed me off. I know that you want me to be better, happier or whatever, and I am trying but…”

“I don’t care.”

His lips shut with a smack, “What?”

You let out a sad chuckle, “Be miserable. I don’t care, I like you for who you are. Plus, I get it. Y’know? This isn’t the happiest life.” 

Luke looked at you with an expression so genuine and heavy that it sort of scared you, but you let it burn you. You’d let him burn you forever more. Then he let out a breath, tinged with relief, and relaxed his forehead onto your own. You stayed like that, heads pressed together and arms wrapped around one another, until footsteps bled into your ears. 

You pulled away from each other and spotted Annabeth, who was making her way over very quickly, trudging through the grass that was still wet from earlier. 

“Anna Banana.” Luke squinted, his new way of smiling, “What are ya’ doing over here?”

The girl stopped between the two of you and ignored her brother in favour of looking at you, “So, you’re Zeus’ kid.”

“Yup.”

“I knew your sister. She was my sister, too, for a bit.” She said, and you thought it sounded sad, but the girl hid her emotions well. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged — it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Zeus’. You sent her a kind smile. 

She returned it, glancing at Luke then, “Don’t call me that.” 

He chucked, patting her on the head and yanking on one of her braids. She huffed and smacked his hand away, but smiled nonetheless. Then she looked back at you, “You were good with that spear today. Maybe Athena could pair up with Zeus for the next game.”

“Maybe they could.” You nodded. 

She nodded back, before announcing her departure and heading off. You looked at Luke with a proud grin, “She likes me.” 

He smiled fully, amused, “She does.”

“You like me.”

A little sheepish, “I do.”

“So who cares if daddy dearest doesn’t?” You settled on, tilting your head, “We got each other.” 

Luke nodded, and you admired the way he looked. He was handsome, that you knew, but he seemed particularly beautiful under the moon, alone with you.

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[whaliiwatching]

kaleidoscopic crush

[allisluv]

beach days with finnick are spent lying in the hot sand with a book in your lap and sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose until your boyfriend, ever the menace, decides you're going into the water with him, whether you like it or not. he hoists you into his arms, and when you squeal that he's getting you wet, he shakes his hair out like a dog, soaking you with droplets of water. "finnick!" you yelp, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life when he wades into the sea. it comes up to his ankles and he pretends to lose his grip on you, laughing like a god damn mad-man as you cling to him like a koala. "you're an asshole!" you hiss through gritted teeth. "i know," finnick smirks. "but thats why you love me."

[sweetestflow3rs]

lol dolcord is a cesspool. im palestinian, and the deplorable shit ive seen people say about my people and nation on that server is vile. vrel wont do anything, they always enable puri and devil and the other mods

WOW THATS SO!!!

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[eurovision-facts]

Hi! Love your posts !! Suggestion for a fact (if you take those): Eurocat. The 1990 Eurovision featured an animated purple cat in the postcards (?) named Eurocat and I’ve never seen anyone mention anything about his existence. I only learned about him bc I was researching old shows and saw him mentioned on the Wikipedia page. 10/10

Eurovision Fact #477:

Eurocat was the mascot created for the 1990 Eurovision Song Contest in Zagreb. He appeared at the beginning of each postcard in an animated short that featured a blue background with the name of the country repeating on a diagonal and some cultural representation of the country being showcased that Eurocat would interact with.

For example, on the postcard for Spain, Eurocat blew bubbles that formed the Olympic rings, calling to the fact that Spain would host the Summer Games in two years.

Eurocat was created by Joško Marušić, who is credited for his as a member of the directors of the per-production materials for the contest for animation.

While introducing Belgium, commentator Terry Wogan spoke a bit about the mascot saying, "Eurocat! A tomcat who's slightly neurotic, not too silly, and eminently lovable." He also later said while introducing Luxembourg that he was "trying to ignore this cat," adding "I don't think he's gonna go away though," under his breath.

[Sources]

Yugoslavia, Eurovision.tv.

Eurovision Song Contest 1990 (No commentary), 2:47:06, YouTube.com.

Eurovision mascot 1990 EuroCat compilation, YouTube.com.

Barcelona 1992, Olympics.com.

"I would love to share with you..." @rice-crackerz on Tumblr -- See reblogs and comments (esp by @mirai-desu, @elliemadeit, and @unibrowzz) for their knowledgeable comments :)

[theoldmixer]

it’s super annoying that when you look at the works in the kinkmeme and sort by kudos it’s just moeexyz, merseydreams and Javelinbk over and over. Why don’t other authors ever get kudos?

Not sure what you want me to say anon. I started the kink meme to help inspire and bring together the fandom, not pull us apart--this seems to be going against the spirit of that.

I will say that I do my best to try and promote all fics in the kink meme, but not everyone submits it so I don’t always see them then. (Hint hint please submit your fics if you filled a prompt so I can help to promote them!)

Someone once submitted something breaking down the stats of the "top" fics in the kink meme and I chose not to post it. I didn’t see much point and I didn’t want to show that that really mattered. I'd rather help people find a new fic or prompt, not to show off how many comments or kudos certain fics get.

I also don’t put too much stock in kudos. Kudos don’t always mean those are the best fics or even a fic you might like. Everyone has their own preferences of fics and everyone has their own reasoning too why they give kudos. It looks like the fic authors you mentioned have a lot of fics and a lot of fics with multi chapters, sometimes thats how it goes. If you have a multi chaptered fic you may get more kudos simply because the likelihood of someone seeing it and giving kudos is higher because it's being updated and at the top frequently. Also if you write a lot of fics people start to recognize your name.

I will read fics if they sound good from the description not by how many kudos they have. I do think how you tag your fics and the summary can help get people to read your fic too. I have been turned off from many a fic because of too many tags or from a description like "this is bad but enjoy."

I don't know what you wanted to hear anon, but I'd rather have an idea of how the kink meme can help promote fics (or maybe help people tag their fics better or give tips on how to write a better summary!). i.e. ways bring the community together and support all fic writers instead of just complaining that some people's fics seem more popular than others. I'm welcome to any ideas!

[wrylu]

https://www.tumblr.com/dawnbreakersgaze/770067472073326592 cowboy mentioned

I'm ffeeling very yeehaw today pardner!!!!!!!!

[oikarma]

love in the air

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: you take your long-time friend as your plus one to your dad's wedding. you catch the bouquet. maybe that's when you start agreeing with the internet that . . . lando norris is a little more than a long-time friend to you.

a/n: thank you to anon for the request i had no idea they were dating LOL this was so fluffy

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@/landossluttywaist I CANT BREATHE LANDO WAS AT THE SAME HOTEL AS ME

user1 you rich rich, then

user2 she probably gets paddock passes for doing her chores user3 guys why are we hating on this girl let her be excited 😭 i would be too

user4 what hotel is it?

landossluttywaist he's gone now (this was as he was leaving) but it was the four seasons in philly

user5 thanks for respecting his privacy and not posting until he left!

landossluttywaist lol i love him but at the end of the day he's just a human who doesn't need people hounding him 24/7

user6 but what is he even there for??? philadelphia??? there's ltr nothing interesting there...

user7 idk bradley cooper is the best thing to come out of that town user7 omg and also they won the super bowl user7 but that was a long time ago user8 maybe he's just an eagles fan

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gigihadid My darling B, what a wonderful thing it is that we found each other. I can't believe we're now married — I'm still smiling, because such happiness carries on for a long time. You are so kind, so sweet, so caring, so utterly magical. I am beyond lucky to have you. Your belief in me makes me who I am today and who I will be. This new chapter will be a long life, full of laughter, full of a new family.

∞ Always, your G.

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yourinstagram i'm so happy for you and dad <33 you are an amazing person and you bring so much light to our family! your dress was gorgeous but even more so was you. hope you have a great time on your honeymoon

gigihadid I love you so much ;) Thanks for coming. There's so much love in the air!! 💐 yourinstagram hey, hey, we talked about this gigihadid I didn't make the rule user1 i love how well they go together user2 bro if my step-mom was gigi hadid. user3 wait wait wait did y/n catch the bouquet??? user4 omg

user5 actually radiant

bellahadid best wishes from your baby sister 💕

gigihadid ❤️❤️❤️ user6 do they know they're real user7 omg bella drop the fit i NEED to know what you wore cause gigi's dress is already blowing all my expectations out of water

user8 man if only bradley had insta

user9 this is how i find out bradley cooper and gigi hadid are dating whaaaaat

user10 me too girl me too

user11 why is this the only post with photos????? i need to see all of it

user12 maybe they agreed not to post until after a certain time or like gigi got to post first cause yk it's her wedding user13 bella posted!

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yourinstagram to the two of you 🥂

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user1 omg y/n paints?? did she do that?

yourinstagram yes 🙂‍↕️ i gave it to them as a sort of wedding gift! user1 aww that's so cute thanks for sharing with us <3 it's a beautiful drawing

user2 oh gosh that's such a beautiful place 🥺

user3 y/n were you at the bachelorette

yourinstagram hell yeah user4 we need the photos baddie yourinstagram maybe someday, lol

user5 wait where did they get married

user6 philly, the last pic is where they announced their engagement user5 ohhh no wonder

user7 lando you sly dog why are you in the likes

user8 well they're friends user9 dyt he went to the wedding user10 tbf wasn't he in philly a few days ago it's not crazy

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris was seen at the wedding of Gigi Hadid and Bradley Cooper.

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user1 I KNEW IT

user2 you guys are crazy 😭 how could you even tell those were him

user3 he's with YN IN ALL OF THEM

user4 where did these even come from

user5 isnt he dating magui??

user6 lando? user5 yeah user6 probably, but he and y/n are good friends user5 shit man they look good together user6 what do you mean these are all 120p quality

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f1gossipofficial Formula 1's YouTube account posted a full video of Y/N Cooper and Lando Norris on a Hot Lap.

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user1 why is this gossip it's literally just a video

user2 the way he looked at her and she started screaming at him 😭 poor guy just wanted some eye contact

user3 she's so precious but jesus the amount of swear words out of that girl's mouth user4 lando wasn't even shocked he was like well lol oops

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yourinstagram lucky

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user1 LANDOS LUCKY CHARM SPOTTED

mclaren might need to keep you around in the paddock more often

yourinstagram 😕 'fraid i have a job

user2 oh she knows shes hot

user3 someone tell her we're not in texas anymore

user4 who cares she served

lando photo credits where??

user5 stop being a pick me lando user6 yn is this man bothering you user7 he just needs everyone to know yourinstagram let me breathe lan i can't like all these comments trashing you fast enough user8 i love her already

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris and Y/N L/N after the Las Vegas Grand Prix

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user1 shit? shit!

user2 "we're friends" NO YOURE DATING

user3 are we sure that's lando?? it looks like y/n but we can't see the guys face

user4 yeah idk there are plenty of brunettes out in vegas user5 def yn tho shes wearing the same top in her last insta post

user6 she's so glad rn bradley doesn't have insta lol

user7 is gigi going to rat her out??

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you spot him slouched against the side of the taco truck, curls flattened from sweat and his own hands. there's powdered sugar on his lips. his phone's in one hand, the other holding a half-eaten churro.

lando sees you and his face changes.

"you came," he says, voice a little hoarse. "finally."

you walk up, wobbly on your heels, heart all over the place. "yeah. i had to. you were being dramatic."

"i'm hard," he says instantly. "and i missed you."

you nearly trip. "lando."

he shrugs, eyes dragging down your body without shame. "look at you. fuck. that top's killing me."

you’re giggling before you can stop it. "you're drunk."

"so are you. and you kissed me."

"you kissed me first, okay?"

"you were straddling me. in the club."

you pause. "you asked me to sit in your lap. you liked it."

lando nods. "loved it, yeah."

you're both quiet for a second. he's watching your mouth and you're watching the way his chest moves when he breathes. his hoodie's sliding off one shoulder and your fingers twitch like they want to touch him.

"you're so pretty it's making me insane," lando says. "like i want to fuck you and cuddle you at the same time and i don't know what to do about it."

you're breathless. "jesus."

"don't call him." your noses almost touch. "call me."

you laugh into his neck. "you're ridiculous."

"you're glowing" lando mumbles, hands sliding down your sides. "like. actually glowing. i can't believe i've known you this long and didn't do something about it."

you tilt your head back. "do something now."

he kisses you like you're a prize he's earned, slow, filthy, so hungry it makes your knees weak. his hands are all over--waist, hips, ass, back under your top like he needs to feel skin now.

you break away, panting. "lando, we're at a taco truck."

"yeah," he says, mouth all over your jaw. "so hurry up and let's leave. before i do something i'll get arrested for."

you grin. "you're such a slut."

"only for you."

he laces your fingers together and starts walking backward toward the street, still staring at you like you're his first and last meal.

"wait," you say, dizzy from everything. "what about your churro?"

"don't need it," he says. "got something sweeter now."

[sknyuz]

hi r u doing smut fics? but anyways if u do pls make about how whc 2 characters would react if you give them a bj 🤭

anyways i luv ur whc fics keep it up thanks xoxo

weak hero class headcanons — going down on the boys of weak hero class 🔞

synopsis — how the boys of whc... well, anon’s ask is pretty self-explanatory

pairing/s — (all the whc boys here are in senior year/18+) sieun x reader, suho x reader, baku x reader, gotak x reader, juntae x reader, baekjin x reader, seongje x reader, beomseok x reader

a/n — >< everyone’s been waiting for something a bit more... out there for the whc boys, and since i rarely do smut, this was definitely a challenge !! i hope everyone has a fun time. disclaimer: this is pure smut, mdni. if you’re a minor in the taglist, don’t interact pls. i removed who i know are under 18, but might have missed some.

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⤷ yeon sieun

he doesn’t say a word when you kneel, just watches you with that intense, unreadable stare. it’s not until your lips wrap around him that his breath hitches—barely audible, but sharp. his fingers curl into the arm of the couch, the only giveaway that he’s actually unraveling.

you go slow, wanting to see what kind of reactions you can pull from him. he swallows hard. his thigh twitches. then, finally, a sound—low and breathy: “don’t stop.” he doesn’t guide you. doesn’t push. but when his hand cups your jaw, there’s something raw in it—like he’s grounding himself with you. he finishes with a tight exhale, eyes fluttering shut, and when he comes back down, he murmurs, “come here,” like he’s desperate to hold you, to take back the control he just gave up.

⤷ ahn suho

he watches you kneel in front of him, his expression shifting from surprised to almost amused. “you sure about this, baby?” he asks, voice still calm, but you can hear the hint of anticipation beneath it.

but the moment your mouth wraps around him, his teasing demeanor fades. “f-fuck—wait—” his hand flies to your hair instinctively, not rough but firm, guiding you just the way he wants. his hips buck upward just a little as he tries to hold himself together, but it's clear he's losing it.

"shit, you feel so good," he groans, voice thick with need. “y-you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering shut, his grip tightening in your hair as he shudders. afterward, he pulls you up into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a soft laugh.

“you have no idea what you just did to me,” he whispers, his breath still unsteady, holding you close like he never wants to let go.

⤷ park humin (baku)

“oh my god, wait, wait—holy shit—” he’s already whining before you even start, half laughing, half panicking. you press your mouth to his length and he melts, one hand flying to his hair like he needs to pull it to stay conscious.

he talks through the whole thing—loud, flustered, ridiculous. “you’re so hot, oh my god, i can’t—babe, babe—your mouth is actually insane—” he keeps trying to look down at you, like he doesn’t want to miss a second. every time you suck a little harder, he moans like he’s being possessed.

“i’m gonna cum, oh fuck, i’m—ah, shit—” he whimpers, hand flying down to cover his mouth as you take all of him in. afterward, he lies flat on the bed, panting. “i literally saw god. was that even real? or did i hallucinate?”

⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)

he doesn’t say a word—just watches you silently, jaw clenched. when your lips wrap around him, he inhales sharply through his nose, gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles go white. his voice comes out low and strained—“don’t tease. if you’re gonna do it, do it.” and when you take him deeper, a groan rumbles out of his chest—so deep it makes your thighs clench.

he doesn’t fuck your throat, doesn’t move much at all—but you can feel the tension in his body like a live wire. he cums with a stifled grunt, holding your head there as he spills down your throat. afterward, he leans back, breathing heavy, eyes glazed. “…fuck. that was something else.”

⤷ seo juntae

he looks like he might pass out when you kneel—eyes wide, hands flying up like he’s about to protest but forgets how. “w-wait, you don’t have to—i mean, if you want to, i’m not gonna stop you, but—” and then your mouth is on him and he chokes on a gasp. his hands hover awkwardly in the air for a second before he grips the blanket, knuckles white.

“ohmygod—th-that feels—” his voice is high, barely coherent, broken between moans and shaky breaths. you glance up and his face is flushed, lip caught between his teeth, eyes behind his glasses already watering. he cums with a whimper, hips bucking up with his thighs trembling, immediately covering his face. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to go that fast, i just—holy shit, you’re really good at that.”

⤷ na baekjin

he doesn’t speak when you kneel, but his expression changes—sharpening, almost curious. maybe a little hungry. he stays perfectly still as your mouth wraps around him, but his breathing falters, eyes darkening as he watched his length disappear against your lips, hand twitching once before it settles gently on your head. he groans—quiet but intense, jaw clenching every time your tongue swirls around him. “fuck,” he mutters under his breath, hand tightening in your hair.

you feel his thighs tense under your touch, and his voice breaks when he tells you, “just like that.” his body shivering as you hollow your cheeks. he cums with a gasp, hips barely jerking, breath catching like he didn’t expect it to hit so fast. after, he helps you up, kisses you slow and deep, he touches your jaw gently and pulls you into his arms, forehead to yours and whispers, “thank you, darling.” like you just saved his life.

⤷ geum seongje

he smirks the moment you drop to your knees, eyes glinting with something dark. “damn, baby. didn’t think you had it in you.” but when your mouth sinks down on him, that smirk vanishes—replaced by a look that’s feral.

his hand fists your hair, not rough at first, but when you moan around him? he pulls—hard. “fuck—keep doing that,” he growls, “you look so good like this. fuck, you’re mine.” keeping you there as his hips twitch forward. he pulls—not to hurt you, but to keep you there, like he needs it. his other hand wraps around the back of your neck, firm and possessive, holding you close as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth.

“look at me,” he growls. “i said—look.” his pupils are blown wide, gaze locked on yours like you’ve got him under a spell. “you’re fucking perfect like this,” he pants. “mine. you get that? mine.”

“fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, head tilting back as his muscles tighten, breath ragged. the moan he lets out is raw, needy, almost desperate—the kind that lingers in your ears long after.

and afterward, he yanks you into his lap, kissing you sloppily, breathing you in like he needs you to live. “don’t ever do that for anyone else,” he whispers against your lips, “i’ll lose my fucking mind.”

⤷ oh beomseok

he stares when you kneel in front of him—eyes wide behind his glasses, mouth slightly parted like he can’t believe what’s about to happen. “a-are you… really gonna—?” his voice is so quiet, it barely comes out. he shifts back on the bed like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. but he doesn’t stop you—he can’t. and the moment you wrap your lips around him, he breaks. “f-fuck—wait—” his head falls back instantly, a choked gasp punching out of him as his fingers grasp at the sheets.

his glasses slide down a bit, his breath stuttering as the heat rushes straight to his face. he whimpers when you take him deeper, soft and sharp, his thighs trembling slightly as he tries so hard not to move. “you look so good like this,” he pants. “fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums suddenly, hips twitching up into your mouth before he can warn you. it’s high-pitched, needy, almost embarrassed as he moans through it—his glasses fogged, his whole body tensed and shaking. afterward, he reaches for you with trembling hands, pulling you against his chest like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “how am i supposed to act normal after that?” his usually deep voice is slightly higher now, still recovering from the high.

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༉‧₊˚. "Shut up, mom!" prank with JJK men.

➜ featuring: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru.

➜synopsis: your child(ren) has a death wish for sure.

➜note: wasn't able to pick a name for nanami's child. also sorry to the anon who sent this, i had a hard time understanding the request at first. anyway, part 2?

༉‧₊˚. reblog + comment!

༉‧₊˚. NANAMI KENTO

“You need to start learning how to fold your clothes,” you mention casually to your daughter as you carry a basket of warm laundry to the couch.

“Why would I do that?” Nanami’s eyes look up from his book, but he doesn’t budge.

“When you move out, you will only have yourself to rely on,” you continue with the advice and your daughter rolls her eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Ugh moving out this, moving out that. Just say you want to get rid of me.”

“What–I would never, I’m just reminding you that one day you will become an adult and–”

“Oh just shut up, mom!” 

You truly gave birth to a mini you, a prankster. When you first saw the tiktok trend, you and your daughter had giggled to yourselves at the thought of getting a reaction out of her father. Though, you did warn her of the repercussions. Your husband did not play when it came to showing respect to you.

“I beg your pardon?” Nanami sits up from the couch so fast, it almost makes you jump out of your skin. You don’t have time to react, or hold him back before he is storming towards the kitchen where your teenage daughter was hiding. “What did you just say to your mother?”

“I said shut up, because she was bothering me.”

“And you think that’s one way to speak to my wife?” You see his eyebrows furrow, he even slams the book he was reading down on the kitchen counter so hard that his arm veins are about to pop out.

“Kento,” you walk up behind him, calling out his name softly.

“No, let me take this.”

“No baby listen–”

“I said I will take this.” It’s only when he repeats himself in a stern manner, that your daughter starts to giggle nervously.

“Daddy, it was a prank.”

“Yeah, baby it’s a prank.” You rub his shoulders and biceps reassuringly. Your daughter quickly wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

“I’d never be disrespectful like that.”

“Yeah well, it almost gave me a heart attack,” his voice is now much softer and warmer as he exhales, running his fingers through his daughter’s hair. He pulls you towards him and kisses your forehead before patting his daughter’s head.

“Now, whose idea was it?”

“Mommy’s.”

“Hey!” 

༉‧₊˚. GOJO SATORU

“Hey Ryuu, could you take out the trash please?” 

“No, I’m busy.” Satoru’s ears perk up at the sound of his son’s tone. But he doesn’t budge from where he’s standing in the kitchen.

“Baby, it’s been sitting there all day and it’s full. Could you please–”

“Shut up, mom. I said I’m busy.”

Normally, Satoru wasn’t easy to rile up. His relationship with his son was hilarious, one where he doted on his child whilst the latter pretended as though he couldn’t stand all the love and affection he received from his dad. But despite all the love that Satoru had for his son, you were number one. You come first, you are his wife and the mother of his child. When his son will leave, you will be the one he gets to spend the rest of his time with–and when he decided to marry you, a child wasn’t even in the picture.

So he will be damned if he was just going to stand there and let his son talk to you like that.

You freeze when you feel a sudden surge of cursed energy–you knew your husband when he got angry, it clouded over the rational part of his brain. So when you see him start to walk upstairs where his son is, you have to physically grab his arm to stop him. Thank god the infinity was off.

“Satoru– toru! Baby!”

“Who the fuck does he think he is, huh?” His eyes are glowing. You really shouldn’t have played this prank on him.

“It’s a prank baby.” 

“A prank?” It’s fascinating how this man can go from 0 to 100 back to 0 so quickly. He calms down so fast, glancing at the top of the stairs where he sees his son standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I told her it would be a bad idea.”

“I–hey! I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad,”

“I did,” Ryuu starts to walk down the stairs and past you two. “He’s said it before. He doesn’t play when it comes to people showing you respect, even if it’s his own son.” 

Satoru can only sigh at his son’s words before staring at you. “Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t…But I won’t lie, seeing you riled up like that–”

“I’m too old to have a sibling!”

༉‧₊˚. GETO SUGURU

Your girls were a giggly mess. You shush them before saying very loudly.

“In what world is this acceptable?” 

“Mom,” your daughter, Tsukimi, feigns an annoyed tone, refusing to look up from her phone. “I really don’t care.”

“But I do.” You stand over her bed, motioning for her twin sister to get into the role as well.

“Does it matter?” Asahi uses the same annoyed, bored tone. One that quickly catches Suguru’s attention. He walks into the main area from the garage before hearing the argument upstairs. 

Quickly wiping his hands with the dirty rag attached to his pants, he starts to make his way up to your twin daughters’ room to see what it was about. 

“Of course it does, I’m your mother.”

“You’re really just pushing it.”

“You sneaked out last night! Do you know how disappointed your father will be?” Suguru freezes up at the revelation. But he doesn’t let his disappointment or anger get the best of him, maybe the four of you can work this out–your girls were at a rebellious age, this was bound to happen and all he needs to do is figure out a way for all of you to get along without–

“Aren’t you supposed to be our best friend or something?” Tsukimi sits up on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows in a way that reminds you how similar her and her father’s features are. 

“Right now I’m your mother.” 

“Oh would you just shut up?”

A loud slam makes the three of you flinch, and you turn to find Suguru standing by the door looking as angry as a raging bull.

“Who said it.”

“Wha–”

“Who said it. Who was it?” He is so furious you could see steam coming out from the top of his head. “Have you lost your fucking minds to be talking to your mother like that? Did I fail at educating you or what?”

“Suguru–”

“No,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room. “I need to talk to them.”

“No wait, listen–”

“I don’t want to hear it.” When you see that he had a stern look on his face, you realize that you need to save your daughters from the prank.

“It was a prank. I promise you.” 

“It really was a prank,” your twin daughters are sitting on the same bed, looking as sheepish and as guilty as ever. 

“And it was my idea,” Tsukimi adds. 

“And I didn’t stop her.” Your thumbs trace his cheeks, smiling apologetically at him. “Sorry,” 

Suguru sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

“Fucking prankters. That almost gave me a heart attack.”

“But admit it, we’re good actresses, right?” Asahi asks with a grin and Suguru chuckles before ruffling her hair.

“Yeah, you sure are.”

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