#this post is an elaborate way to show u I have a lap that is great to sit on btw

[melancholyfleurs]

need a date to bring to the theatre so i can stop dragging my friends along with me 🎭🍂

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU — your stepdad gojo always seemed to show off how good your father / daughter relationship really was whenever his bestfriend would visit.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! stepcest, stepdad!gojo, vouyerism, f!receiving oral, teasing, you refer to him as daddy, pet names. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hi guys! it’s me! i got struck w motivation suddenly & i missed u all ! <3 i’m back on my filthy little agenda & finally elaborating on this post now that i’m back :3

you always loved when your step dads bestfriend visited, you could always tell it was him with how softly he seemed to close the door — your home suddenly being filled with light hearted jokes from the two men downstairs that always pulled you out of your bedroom.

geto had always been kind to you, he’d basically been as big a part of your life as gojo had been— although you always thought it was funny the way they would both playfully fight for your attention. more so your dad’s bestfriend just letting him win so he didn’t have to listen to him whining about how he’s stealing you from him.

so today is just the same when you hear you the familiar “you’ve got a visitor, sweet girl.” call from downstairs as it’s followed by a smooth chuckle from the man in question. you know who it is— you’ve just gotten out from your shower, skin still slightly damp underneath the oversized fabric of your daddy’s shirt and you don’t really have the time to change into something warmer, opting just to deal with the panties underneath — the shirts long enough to hide them anyway.

it’s fast the way you make your way through the house, almost toppling into the living room as your greeted with the two men on either sofa. you suddenly feel nervous with the way their eyes cut into you, feeling hot underneath their gaze as you grab and pull at the hem of your shirt.

“slow down, sweet thing. excited to see me?” is how it begins, the usual teasing as gojo gives his bestfriend a narrowed look followed by a sly smirk sent your way. but it seems to cut through the tension in the room, helping you relax as his arms outstretch and you suddenly feel embarrassed underneath your clothes when he gives you an expectant look, tapping at his lap when you pause and rock yourself on your feet.

but you’re much too distracted by the way geto’s looking at you, head propped up against his fist as he lets himself rest against the arm of the couch. his hair is pulled back handsomely, letting you admire his pretty cut features and the usual kind-hearted smile he always reserved for you. “it’s good to see you again.”

“hah! come onnn~ you shy? ‘ts just suguru, you don’t wanna embarrass me infront of my friend, right?” gojo groans, a little louder this time as his crystalline gaze narrows playfully at you with a pout. your step dad has always been a little touchy, especially around his bestfriend — always insisting you spend your time together tucked into his lap or under his arm, like he’s staking a silent claim.

“you better go before he starts whining, we won’t hear the end of it.” geto’s words are soothing but he makes sure they’re loud enough for his friend to hear as the snowy haired male tuts. but just before he fires back another quick response, he smirks as you pad your way towards him — giving into the way his arms wrap instinctively around your hips as he pulls you into his lap, letting your thighs rest over his own as you press into his side under his arm.

“see, bet you’re comfy now, right? gotta show suguru that i’m still your favourite.” the first half of gojo’s sentence is a low drawl as you readjust yourself, words breathed along the shell of your ear before he makes the latter a little louder. like he’s celebrating a victory as his bestfriend pretends not to hear him.

but you press yourself into him just like always, it was too easy to get lost in the feel of him against you — tucking yourself against him as he lets one of his arms curl around you to rest at the base of your spine.

you let yourself chime into their conversation for a while before you just allow yourself to listen— opting for a giggle or a laugh at their playful banter, feeling gojo squeeze at your hips everytime he says something that he finds particularly funny so he can make sure you’re listening, laughing. you readjust yourself against him again and he’s always there to pull you closer, pressing a quick peck against your temple and you like how homey it feels when the three of you are like this.

the time seems to move quickly, the conversation has settled down slightly despite the way the two bestfriends still seemed to tease eachother and you feel content from where you’re curled against your stepdad, face resting in the crook of his neck as his fingers smooth along your spine.

“is she asleep?” you hear geto ask lowly, kindly and it makes your eyelashes flutter— tickling along gojo’s skin as he hums. he knows you’re not, but he still lets the question hang for a few more moments as his fingers trace shapes into your skin. he readjusts himself, silently before the next twist of his wrist brings his hand around your hips, placing featherlight touches along the planes of your skin until you shudder into him.

“daddy��“ it’s embarrassing, the soft whine your voice takes— you’re so responsive. your daddy’s heard you like this before, he took great pleasure in being able to pull those sounds from you but this was a first for his bestfriend.

“oh? ‘s my sweet girl tired? suguru was worried.” you keen at the low drawl gojo’s voice takes— you’d heard it like that before, it was like instinct the way you reacted to it especially when it’s accompanied by the teasing squeeze of his palms — kneading at your skin until you’re fidgeting.

“i’m fine.” you murmur as you try so hard to bury yourself into your stepdad’s neck, you’re so embarrassed— too hot underneath your clothes and all he’s done is barely touch you, show off the reaction he can pull from you with just a few swipes of his fingers.

“oh yeah? just fine?” gojo drawls again, a lull to his voice that lets you know he’s teasing you and you can’t help the way your arms reach to wrap around his shoulders, fingers twisting in the snowy peaks of his hair as you grumble in response, but you know he won’t let you away with just that.

you can feel the heat of geto’s gaze from across the room and the way it follows the warm press of the fingers along your skin, the shape of your waist, the swell of your ass and you keen at the attention before they pinches playfully at the skin, making you jolt as you press your chest into his with a short whine.

“n-no.. i’m good.”

“can’t hear you, princess. lil louder f’ me, make sure he can hear you.” gojo almost chuckles with your sensitive little reaction, the heat from your arousal feels like it burns you and now you really wish you’d thrown on something to hide the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. you’re so desperate, needy to feel something before your mind blurs at the feeling of your daddy’s long fingers finally pushing between your thighs to squeeze.

“you’re making her nervous, satoru.” grounds you as geto pushes himself to stand, his eyes seem darker now but the kindness in his expression remains the same as he takes his first careful step into your space. you’re already pliant, like putty when the snowy haired male beside you moves you so easily, pulling at your thigh until you’re pressed perfectly, pretty in his lap while you face his friend — back pressed against his broad chest as he breathes deep along your shoulder.

“that right? you think you can calm her down, sugu?” there’s something carnal in gojo’s words, like a challenge— he knows that nobody could ever beat him when it comes to you, the pleasure he can pull from you is limitless. but he can feel the way you seem to stiffen, your breathing coming in short pants as his bestfriend comes closer until he’s looking down at you both, but his eyes are on you before he crouches down to your level to meet you.

“oh i wouldn’t say that.” his voice seems different now, lower— deeper when you find yourself suddenly too nervous to meet his gaze but your step dad forces you to, fingers circling from behind to hold your jaw gently in place as his other hand pulls at your inner thigh.

you feel so exposed as gojo spreads you so easily with one hand, like he’s serving his pretty little step daughter up to his bestfriend like a meal, although you admit geto’s looking at you like he could devour you completely. your thighs almost tremble with want with the first press of your daddy’s best friends palm against the opposite thigh, helping to hold you open as he admires the already damp spot on your panties.

“but she seems to like this, don’t you, pretty girl?” geto’s words are still smooth despite the way his fingers squeeze in your skin as he leans forward, letting himself press a quick kiss against your clothed pussy before he exhales against you— like he’s taking his first breath of fresh air in years.

the sounds that leave you are humiliating as he pushes deeper into you, letting his tongue tease along the damp fabric— pressing into the swollen bump of your clit all while your step dad holds you in place. your thighs and hips quake, as do your lungs with every staggered inhale you take— you can barely breathe with the way he drinks you up, tongue rolling and curling through your folds so expertly you wouldn’t believe there was still a layer between you both.

you jolt, tremble and gojo knows you’re already close as he curls over you — letting you feel the heavy press of his cock against your lower back as he suckles wet kisses along your throat from behind. “make sure you’re good for sugu, alright, sweet thing.” his words are hissed through his teeth as he rocks into you slightly, pushing his bestfriend’s mouth even deeper between your thighs before his fingers finally hook underneath the fabric of your panties to pull them aside.

“but gotta remember you’re daddy’s girl.” it’s growled, timed well with the way geto’s tongue finally presses against the now exposed skin of your folds, cutting through the glistening petals as he suckles and smacks at the mess. you can’t help but arch back into your stepdad, urging him to let his free hand palm at your tits, twisting and flicking at the raised skin of your nipples through his shirt until you’re whining so greedily for more.

“mmm, see.. so sensitive f’ only me.” his words urge you to turn to meet him and you can taste the possessiveness in gojo’s words when he’s suddenly pushing them between your lips as he kisses you, messy and driven even more by the way geto’s mouth is wrapped around you all while he watches. his long fingers clasp gently around one of your nipples before he pulls and you feel lightheaded with how close you are, feeling the flames of your orgasm lick at your spine as you feel his clothed cock press languidly into you from behind as he licks into your mouth.

“daddy.. please.” you beg against him and the man pulls away to chuckle smugly, suddenly as your chest expands with every shakey breath you struggle to take. you’re so close, you feel too hot for your skin but just as geto closes his lips around your clit to suckle — he pulls away, cheeks wet with slick as he breathes out your step dads name.

“i only needed another second, satoru.”

“nope, times up.” gojo mutters playfully and if you couldn’t feel just how affected he was by this you’d assume he wasn’t at all with how giddy he sounds, but then his attention turns back to you.

“you gonna show him how sweet you are for daddy now? i knew my sweet girl wouldn’t let him tease me like this.”

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[hauntedhokage]

ice melts

Rensuke Kunigami/F!Reader

"It felt like he’d internalized that need for validation that he’d sought from you previously - like he was trying to prove to himself that you were still his."

word count: 1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, post wildcard, kinda spoilers if you’re not caught up in the manga, i decided that he gets a break after u-20 too

[ao3] [ko-fi]

Kunigami touches you differently after his time in Blue Lock. 

He was bashful before, trying to keep his cool when he asked if it was okay to kiss you, cheeks turning red when he pulled back and checking again to make sure it was okay. Gentle hands cupping your cheeks or holding your hand, excited hugs after a big win that ended with him making sure that he hadn’t held you too tightly. He was always afraid that he was hurting you, and he never wanted to do that.

“I forget my own strength sometimes,” he’d say when he let you go, hand instantly going to the back of his neck at his own embarrassment until you jumped on him again. 

The way he’d tell you that you were pretty when he pulled away, or noticed the flavor of your lip gloss or balm - never minding when the tint transferred to his own lips. A piece of you to keep with him, something he’d cherish until he got to see you again.

When you saw him after Blue Lock, you weren’t even sure he was still your boyfriend. 

He didn’t even seem happy to see you, even though it was him who showed up on your doorstep. You didn’t even know he was back, even if it was a temporary break - he hadn’t reached out. He greets you with a kiss, but it’s not soft like they were before. There’s no questioning if it was okay, no pink cheeks or apologies for kissing you so suddenly or showing up unannounced. 

You tell him he could greet you first, he responds that was the greeting. But his tone wasn’t teasing, it was almost like you should be grateful that he even bothered, which was so very unlike him. 

Every kiss after while he was on his break was like he was staking a claim. Your boyfriend who wouldn’t dream of more than just a chaste peck in public was initiating messily deep kisses while sitting with you in parks or even coffee shops. It felt like he’d internalized that need for validation that he’d sought from you previously - like he was trying to prove to himself that you were still his. His arms are always tight around your shoulders or waist, keeping you close and staking his claim even if you were the only two people in the room. Never hesitating to pull you into his lap instead of being content to have you beside him, kissing your temple if his mouth wasn’t occupied with your own. The lingering gloss on his lips gets wiped away by his thumb, but he produces the tube so you can reapply because he likes it that much. 

He doesn’t tell you about Blue Lock either or what happened there that he came home so cold to the people around him. When asked he simply said it was survival of the fittest, and he wouldn’t elaborate on that. But he was going to go back, and you worried about how he’d be when he got to come home again. 

You remember the cool and collected guy who became bashful when you told him you enjoyed watching him play, cheeks tinted pink when he caught you looking at him when you studied together. The sweet guy who walked you home, asked to hold your hand “for safety since it’s getting dark”, and turned bright red when you kissed his cheek as thanks for getting you home safe. 

And he still did those things, but out of a sense of pride and ownership and not as a place of care. It was his duty as your boyfriend to do that, an expectation rather than a true want. There wasn’t any asking for permission, or checking to see if you were okay - he just acted now and expected you to go along with it. You don’t think he realizes that he’s changed so severely, not until his last night back when you asked a question he wasn’t ready to hear. 

“Will you still want me after this is all done?” It’s not a question to ask during dinner, not when he’s taken you out to a really nice sushi restaurant. But this new version of him has made you so insecure of his intentions despite how desperate his touches were, you can’t help but question it before you no longer have the chance to. “Once you’ve achieved the validation you’re looking for, I mean.”

A crack in the facade appears, the cold exterior cracking at the realization that you hadn’t been taking it as well as he thought. 

“Why would you think that? Do you think I spent every single one of the last ten days with you because I don’t want to be with you?”e

“You’re different. Which I know that’s the whole point of Blue Lock to develop the best striker so change should happen, but you’re not-”

“When you’re in there, you have to do whatever it takes to get better.” You’re not a fan of him cutting you off, but his hand reaching for yours on the table makes up for it a bit. You give him your hand, feeling a bit of the old him peek through in the way his thumb carefully glides across your knuckles as he takes a deep breath. The lights are dim, but you’d never miss the pink dusting across his cheeks as he kept your eye contact. “But leaving you behind is not one of them. This is for us, and it always will be. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that you wouldn’t be in my future.”

“Is this a confession, Kunigami Rensuke?”

“How do you go from ready to cry to teasing me so quickly?” He’s turning red, and you laugh at his discomfort while he tries to regain his composure. “You’ll be the death of me, but I’ll love you even when you kill me.”

He had changed in Blue Lock, but you do feel better knowing that you can chip away at the cold suit of armor he’d learned to put on. Even if it meant he needed to find some validation in your touch when he had the opportunity to be near you, you’d chisel at the ice until you could warm him up again.

[yuwuta]

omgg O__O can u elaborate on possessive toge ?! i loove ur perception of him, in ur head he's sooo ??!!

yes ofc ok of the three categories (possessive, protective, jealous), he seems more possessive than anything for two reasons: 

first comes as an extension of his limited speech. whether in canon, or an au, it can be hard for him to express long, complex thoughts without physically writing them out, but one point he can always get across is that you’re his and that he won’t let anyone take you away from him. this is a message that’s easy to get across verbally—with a simple hand-sign, mouthing a single word, or a simple declarative; physically in his body language—standing in front of you on public transportation, holding your hand, laying his head on your lap, kissing you; expressively on his face—half-lidded eyes that show that he’s upset when someone else is too close to you, and bright eyes and a smile that easily tell you he’s happy to have you around; even socially—frequent social media posts and comments below your posts that let anybody following either of you know how much he loves you.

second, toge is canonically considerate and almost self-sacrificing when it comes to his friends and keeping other people safe. in a way, you’re his safe-haven, so with you, he can choose to be selfish. he doesn’t have to worry about limiting his self, or coming across as a threat, or keeping his thoughts in the back of his mind; he can just… be. and, so, he’ll do anything to protect that, and protect you; and he would never, ever want to share something so sacred.

he can lean a bit on the protective side because we’ve seen him step-up to protect his friends and underclassmen, and canonically he’s virtually a grade 1 sorcerer, so it’s second-nature to him to want to protect the people he cares about, but because that extends to everyone important in his life, possession is still the category that applies most to you. 

[stevengrant-my-beloved]

I've had this in my head for a bit but, the reader is into makeup and has been watching those I do my boyfriend's makeup videos and gets Steven to agree to it. I imagine his reaction would be fluffy and cute and maybe Marc teases him but, agrees they look hot.

alright keep in mind i don't know a lot about makeup lol but here we go

OKAY SO-

it probably starts with you just wanting to watch pretty much every 'i do my boyfriend's makeup' video out there. they're adorable and you love seeing all these couples being cute and sharing little anecdotes about their relationships and just having a nice, fun time.

Eventually, you think to ask Steven if you could do his makeup, because you've seen the way he watches you while you apply your elaborate makeup, and he always asks questions about it, like what goes first and how you get your hands to stay so steady while you apply your eyeliner.

Maybe you're sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV, and you turn to ask Steven if you could try and put on some makeup for him, and he's reluctant at first, he thinks you shouldn't be wasting your makeup on him, but you insist that it wouldn't be a waste and that you think he'd look great.

Once he agrees, you rush to your makeup kit and bring everything back to the couch, and you decide to do a simple look, for now, something that will match his clothes. You apply your base, keeping the foundation light, before moving to his eyes. You go with blue eyeshadow, blending some purple into it, and winging it out. Steven is sitting so still, taking care to not jostle you from your position on his lap.

[image from Reddit, posted by u/EchoNarcisse in r/MakeupAddiction]

Once you're done with the eyeshadow, it doesn't take long to apply some light lipstick and blush. You lean back and just stare at Steven, and he looks so pretty, especially since he's looking back at you with his wide eyes.

You show Steven the finished look, holding up a mirror in front of him, and he looks so happy and compliments your skills. At some point, he gets quiet, before Marc speaks up and makes a couple of comments about looking like a whole different person.

He chuckles. "I decide to stand back and wake up to all this, what did you walk us into Steven?"

And Steven's flustered because he likes the makeup, but he's worried Marc doesn't, or that Marc thinks he looks ridiculous, but then-

"You look cute though," Marc whispers, swiping a thumb across their lips, and you're just watching this unfold, and you love every single second of it.

Over time, you do more complex looks on Steven, who is always enthusiastic about getting his makeup done. At one point, Marc asks you to do his makeup, even showing you a picture to follow, and it's a lot more simple than the looks you've done on Steven, and Marc quietly says he prefers it like that.

[image from Google of Kristen Stewart]

Turns out Marc also likes a bit of glitter, so yeah, eventually you're doing specific looks for both Marc and Steven. Sometimes when they're both co-conscious, you do Steven's preferred makeup look on one side of the face, and Marc's on the other, and you just have a good time, occasionally talking about your day and just-

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head in hands because i need this so bad-

[basilly]

affection || irl!wilbur x reader

. requests:  Could you write Wilbur Soot and how he shows affection? 💘 &  Wilbur playing with your fingertips and kissing them lightly unconsciously? He just does it and when you call him out for it he gets really flustered 🤲

. pronouns: they/them

. I wanted to combine the two since they were similar in concept!

. some stuff is pulled and elaborated from my other wilbur posts- reference this & this

. affection with wilbur are many small kisses throughout the day 

. he just loves pressing small kisses to your face or head, or even the tips of your fingers. 

One of your guys’ favorite past times is just cuddling in bed or on the couch, him laying his head in your lap, your legs on either side of him, as you both read, go on your phones, or watch shows.

Tonight was a go on your phone kind of night, so you scrolled, looking at what was happening in the world. Wilbur, watching tv was mindlessly just taking your hand and playing around with your fingers. He would just massage it, interlock and undo his fingers with yours, not putting much thought into it. 

At one point you felt wilbur’s soft lips on your fingertips and you glance down. You can just tell he’s so immersed in the show and you smile, his small habits are adorable.

“You’re adorable Wil, but my lips are up here” You press a light kiss to his head as his ears turn red. “I- sorry I was doing it unconsciously” He sort of mumbled the last part, but you got the gist. You laugh lightly, your flustered boyfriend avoiding your eyes. “It’s cute Wilbur, you don’t need to stop.” “Yea but you caught me :(” you use your hand to brush it through his hair, his eyes finding their way back to yours. “I love you Wilbur” He grins.  “I love you too y/n”

. affection, considered to wilbur is helping you reach for things with his height 

. you may argue against him but he’d be like

 “No, see, I’m showing you I love you by not letting you suffer from not being able to reach it”

. but he loves fidgeting with your hands

. opening, closing your hand, intertwine, untwine, he just gets nervous and you make him feel safe

. he loves to give you hugs, it gives him the reassurance you are safe, in his arms, where he can protect you

. arms wrapped around your waist, head on yours, so you’re tucked right under his chin

. he loves your touch though, it just brings him so much comfort

. out of nowhere be cheesily smiling at you and say “i love you”

. i don’t think it’d be words of affection, but he would still compliment you when he felt was necessary or just because you really looked stunning

. affection to him is also helping you remember things or reminding you of your things throughout the day

“Y/n did you do this yet? You asked me to remind you” “Oh shoot- no I didn’t, thanks WIlbur”

. small, thoughtful gifts!

. stuffed animals- if you love them he’d be like -_- but still buy them for you anyway

. head pats- again with the height

. just affectionately rub the top of your hair to see if you jokingly get mad or just do it when he thinks you’re being cute

. lots and lots of cuddles

. he will just melt and find his way to cuddle you

. not necessarily clingy, just likes to relinquish in your touch

. if he can, he will run his fingers through your hair

     - if you have thick, curly hair, he will help you with the outmost patience on wash day, so your arms don’t get too tired

. small acts of service- he is more than happy to help you with dishes or cleaning

.  he just loves you sm and he will do anything to make you feel loved

an: i hope both anons enjoyed the request! tysm for submitting it! 

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[inviouswriting]

Simeon n//s//f//w// alphabet

Obvious it is a smut alphabet for the angel. I finally know how to answer them~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Playing on the pun here, but he is an absolute angel for aftercare. Post-coital however, he tends to his lover, peppering their face either in kisses staying connected a little longer. He massages anything that is sore, he can get rambunctious during sex and sometimes it is emotional with him/ intense. Anyone under him enjoys the snacks he brings and get extra cuddles under the blankets.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he likes his hands more. The obvious he enjoys touch. From you on them or to you with them. He likes to hold and caress. If you think all those head pets and face rubs don't get reciprocated you are mistaken.

On his lover, he loves their face most importantly their eyes. The whole we convey our emotions through them best. He loves that aspect best, to be able to sit in a room together and he can tell how they feel just from meeting gazes. Also loves seeing how their eyes dilate after an orgasm.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is an angel... but one that cooks alot of sweet and healthy things. What this means is he's sweet inside and out. Good volume easy on the tongue and a little runny, but he's more embarrassed with you looking up at him with your tongue coated. Will 100% enjoy oral.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I like to think that his top is a one piece like everyone else does. But, with a special spot to it, in there is a hole for his cock. A big secret for himself that makes it an enjoyment if his lover finds out about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I want to believe the experience he has is based more from his research in reading. He is a writer, writers accumulate knowledge of stuff even without ever doing it themselves. I want to think he thinks about it more than doing it at all. His partner if they're human will lead them down the road of pleasures.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sitting positions. They're intimate, lets him have complete access to your face for kisses, and depending on the way you are, it allows him to be deep. It can go sweet and romantic to hot and wild that way. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Simeon is someone who likes to tease, he will lighten the mood if his partner is hesitant about it, he will reassure them. Laughing sex is probably one of the best things he's done with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hairless below. Prefers to be clean like that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He makes any sexual encounter romantic and loving. He doesn't just lay down with anyone. He chooses someone as a permanent partner, and it shows when he is with his chosen lover. He's vocal, he compliments, words of affection, he loves with his eyes and smile.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Once he has had a taste, he does it more than he admits to. Specially after the first time he was with a love. He can't get over how they felt around him, and soon enough he has his hand squeezing himself and his other at his mouth biting down at the memory.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dressing up. He loves his partner in costumes, something sexy from stockings and lingerie. To suits and ties. He likes seeing them put something elaborate on only for him to pull off later. Simeon also has a food fetish.. he will gladly make his lover a human table and eat off of them.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bathroom or his bedroom. The few places where he is guaranteed privacy among others around Purgatory Hall. He can easily hang a sign on his door to not bother him when he writes, same can apply when he is with his lamb. He likes the bathroom more, for the mirrors and bathtub itself. Able to relax and lazily be intimate.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Touching his back. A light graze of nails across it, and he is shivering. Do it a few times and he is already wanting to pin you down and have his way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Non-consensual, bathroom stuff, pain play. He would never hurt his lover. He worries he would hurt them at all. If it belongs in a toilet I don't see him doing it at all. (I also hate writing that stuff) pain play, he may allow bdsm to a point. But if you or him causes pain it is a flat out no. He rather cause pleasure.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving, having you at his mercy for hours just teasing you with his mouth. He loves receiving too. The underside is particularly sensitive. He actually gets shy if you manage to stare him in his eyes. Even covers his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

A mix of both. He will be slow and sensual with romantic times, while fast and rough when you both are feeling it. He never views sex as a sinful thing or dirty to be shamed. He finds enjoyment with his chosen lover, but he is least likely to have multiple lovers.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Simeon loves quickies. Pulling his love aside for a fast romp where it might be the only time they see each other in the day. He looks forward to them, whether he has a hand clasped over their mouth to keep them from moaning with Lucifer in the next room. Or finding a remote spot where you two let out your sounds.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simeon doesn't take a whole lot of risks that jeopardizes his roles. But he is certain in his love for you. Nothing you do with him is seen as a sin in his eyes, he will burn his wings and join you as a human before he gives up now. Or patiently wait the day you join him in the celestial realm. Risks in sexual terms, he won't do anything that causes permanent damages, risks yours or his life.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's an angel, he has stamina to burn, also with all those dance battles pretty sure he has alot of energy. He can go rounds before he tires, you on the other hand, you might challenge yourself to wear the angel down.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He loves them. Things that prolong both of your pleasure, he likes using vibrators on you, and enjoys being pegged. A good trade for all the pleasure he gives you, seeing him come undone with a nice strap on, and a vibrator against his cock has him turning the bullets up on you. Also having a leash and collar on him makes intimate times more fun for pulling on it when you lose your mind. Not opposed to cock rings either. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Simeon can have you seated on a vibrator at full speed and sit there watching you writhe. He loves to tease. He'll ask you questions about how well you like it, accompanied with a blindfold he will tease relentlessly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's actually loud, it's the only time you hear him vocalize himself beyond his soft spoken tones. He is likely to moan out "ahs" Simeon is particularly loud right before he cums letting his emotions out and getting really into the feel of it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Simeon has a kick for partial exhibitionism. He might enjoy the idea of nearly being caught, the "what will happen." He is fond of skirts as you can sit in his lap and look innocent while his fingers or cock are buried deep.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Simeon would be a little above average, around 8 1/2 in length, beautifully curved towards his belly. A lovely girth that makes you happy to climb in his lap alot.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I see him as a demisexual type, won’t have alot of sexual attraction unless there is a bond created. So once he has found someone he will gladly romp around in the sheets with, his drive is high after the first few tastes. Can expect him dragging you off alot in between classes maybe, or finding excuses to have you over or visiting you frequently. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He lasts long enough to clean up, and cuddle excessively. He does have good stamina unless the session was mind blowing then he is more than happy to fall asleep knowing how satisfied you are.

[bbugyu]

Okay so I know requests are closed so feel free to delete but I have to get this off my chest

I just read your svt sandwich headcanon again and gyuhao just 🧍🏻 the whole ✨soft artistic boys✨ thing and also the fucking size kink and “ganging up” (wtf) took me out and now I have a gyuhao brainrot 😵‍💫 and I was just wondering if you’d mind ever elaborating on your thoughts about them? Absolutely no pressure though!! 💕 As I said, I know requests are technically closed so 👉🏻👈🏻

oh my GODDDDD okay yes my requests are closed but i am ALWAYS DOWN FOR ASKS ABOUT MY THOUGHTS bc i don't know if you've noticed by. everything i've ever written LMFAO but i get carried away really easily and i am famously long winded so answering asks provides a good excuse to CUT THAT SHIT OUT and still be posting!!!! my asks are always open!

now that that's out of the way, GRRRAHHHHHHHH GYUHAOOOODFJKSDKFJJSDKLF they are sooOOOOOOO oh my god okay like actually i imagine they would want someone kinda similar in vibe to their existing relationship with each other so someone a little gentler, a little more artistic and whimsical and thoughtful. like hao would be so happy to have someone who actually gets up early enough to join him for his tea ceremonies in the morning (we both know mingyu is sleeping in). OMG guided meditations 😭 u n mingyu trying really hard to not make each other laugh with almost silent sniffles and vague coughing while minghao is literally in another universe KJHFKDJSHFJKS

and okay. listen. i know not everyone is of average height like i (174cm) but let's all be honest. you don't even have to be smaller than them for them to gang up on you LMAO you could literally be taller than them both and if you showed even a whisper of weakness your back is against the wall and they are all up in your shit AND YOU KNOW IM NOT LYING!!!!! YOU KNOW IT!!!!!!!!!

oops we got raunchy here's a break

god sorry but like can you even imagine. minghao is this slender lean strong boy (dancing the way he does requires so much leg and core strength i am actually so scared of him) and mingyu is built like a fucking brickhouse and the way the two of them would LITERALLY sandwich you is 🥵🥵🥵 mingyu behind u. holding ur thighs apart. his big ol wolfy teeth digging into your neck and shoulder. like surely he would eventually drop a thigh to tug at your nipples and feel all up your body, admiring every detail in your skin and squeezing all your curves. and HAO fuck hao would just. his super sexy hands GODDD he would have his fingers like BURIED in you or wrapped around your member like DEALERS CHOICE LADS!!! THEY BOTH BI IT COULD BE EITHER!!!!! but he's working you into a fucking tizzy and he's all up in your face asking if you like being handled like this, mingyu's grip on your thigh tightening and your other leg like DESPERATELY trying to gain leverage by hiking up on hao's hip but he just. grabs it with his free hand and pushes it aside and your mouth drops open and and he laps into you in a way that leaves you breathless.

mingyu gets all whiney. he's like "why do they get all the attention :(" and hao's fingers are still steadily getting you closer when he tugs gyu over your shoulder and catches him in a liplock too. you can feel mingyu's grip on you falter. you feel the way his hard on flinches against your back, and he starts grinding into you in hopes for something to fix the PROBLEM in his pants. god and the way that's just the beginning. like you haven't even made it to bed yet and you're already not sure your legs can support yourself if they tried. GAHHHH

[woozi]

if you had to describe your friendship with your moots as seventeen ships (boochan, jeongcheol etc) which moots would it be and why? is it dynamics? your undying love for each other? rivalry? sorry if this doesnt make sense ^^

it does make perfect sense don’t be sorry!! <3 also i don’t really see myself as just a single member of svt (although i am eerily similar to jihoon irl, surprise!! JDFJKDFK) so going through 12 pairings through a single member may not be very telling for my r/s with my moots sdksjkdjsd that being said i’m just gonna go through a few select ones!! some of these also don't exactly match svt's dynamics, but for the sake of answering, i would say they're pretty similar, lol.

cheol x gyu — i’m not associating rhys (@heartgyus) with cheolgyu’s dynamics just becase she used to bias one and now biases the other (👀), but i think they simply encapsulate our relationship perfectly as well <3 what am i if not the older sibling that roughhouses and gets roughhoused by the younger one JKDSJKDSJK i think we can also be jihan but this is exclusive to what happens (uhh... evil things) in the DMs lmfao. and maybe because people always think there’s something going on between us dsjkjkdjkds

junhao — cliche as fuck but i can’t help it it’s how e (@junhaoshua) and i are KJSDJKDS i was actually going through the list when it hit me.. we ARE junhao <3 jun’s (who would be me in this case) the older and more playful one out of the two, but hao also does his fair share of crazy antics ESPECIALLY with jun. i also think e is so cool (just like hao is). that’s MY bestie right there!! inseparable. fond. loyal. a pact made in blood. perfect for e and i <3

jeonghan x hoshi — partners in crime. mother and child. this is also what aya (@bonknanab) is to me <3 when i think of jeonghan and hoshi, i get reminded of their vlives (which always give me comfort and a sense of familiarity like aya does) just like seokhan. i feel like i can talk about literally anything and everything with aya! and just like when hoshi is with jeonghan, i tend to be a little more grounded while still somehow retaining the potential crazy antics. my fun older sister <3

soonhoon — pure energy vs solid wall. it’s carrie (@art-hao) and i <3 can i just say that when i made this connection between us and soonhoon... i literally felt like i ascendeDDDD not to toot my own horn but im SO SMART for this JDKKJSD u all don’t understand because this is literally how we are (both as individuals and as a pair). i cannot explain it but i, for sure, can most certainly attest that if any of these pairings i’ve mentioned/will be mentioning just reflect similarities, soonyoung and jihoon are EXACTLY as carrie and i are. i don’t even need to explain it i’m just gonna link all of u to soonhoon vids <3

seoksoon — belle (@xuseokgyu) is literally the seok to my soon <3 as they say, it’s literally almost canon JDSJKSJ i also love how we recognized this because of one of the carat anon ask games, but u know what they are absolutely right lol. belle is my positive ball of sunshine who also guides me when i’m going off the rails (just like how seokmin is the part-time hoshi wrangler). just as seoksoon has their own little world sometimes, i think no one connects with me and gets me (esp my dino tunnel vision) like belle does and i think that’s special <3

soonwoo — no one balances hoshi’s external chaos better than wonu, and i think belle (@gotseventeens) does exactly that when we’re together <3 at first, people think wonu’s cold and intimidating, but in reality he’s just a calm ball of internal chaos and other miscellaneous knowledge DSJKJDSDSKLSD this is literally how i thought of belle at first (minus the cold part), but as soon as we actually got to some proper talking, i realized that i literally cannot go without this person. friends for life, just like soonwoo!! <3

seokhan — one of the first things i think of when i think about jeonghan and dk together is that iconic eating vlive in their dorm, and i think that sums cora (@ohoshi) and i’s relationship KJDSJKDS i don’t think we personally match jeonghan and dk’s personalities, but we do dynamic-wise (or at least I think we do DSKJDJKS)! cora’s also just very supportive of me, just like how jeonghan is to dk. and although we don’t talk much lately (just like how seokhan aren’t able to share hotel rooms anymore bc.. well.. they have nowhere to go lmfao), i still treasure this bond with her <3

verkwan — ok but literally oona (@vernons) and i <3 foremost, oona is just here vibing like vernon and i absolutely love that omg. she’s also very collected and keeps to herself for the most part but when she reaches out, her gestures are always so heartfelt, which again, is like vernon! i really admire oona just like how boo does vernon, and the way i see it, i’m the loud friend (boo) whose antics vernon always witnesses, but when it comes to things they’re also a confidant. 10/10 vibes on this one!! <3

seungkwan x dk — wholesome. besties. it’s chey (@soonhoonsol) and i <3 like cora and i with seokhan, chey and i aren’t really similar to booseok but when they’re together i just think of happy and good things, which is what i get reminded of when i think of chey. <3 going through the list, i think they are also what we’re most similar to? i don’t think our dynamic can be compared to one of svt’s but this is the closest (maybe chey can suggest a better one JDSSDKDSJK)!! another one i can probably compare it to is wonwoo x vernon because i just feel like i can rely on chey just like vernon does wonwoo. <3 and like the two who have their personal humor codes, i also feel this special bond and fondness with and for chey!

hoshi x mingyu — am i about to steal your wallet. am i gonna get pissy that you beat me in a worthless competition (i know u will <3). that’s it that’s the post for emily (@iiasha)​. SDJKJDSJKDS mingyu’s also the prime witness and the reaction-machine to hoshi’s shenanigans and that’s literally how emily is with me, especially when i first got into caratblr (icb she saw the dinonara in me even before i did oh M YGODD). also emily is my getaway driver so this checks out. <3

jeonghan x wonwoo — i just realized that these are two of anna’s (@haniehae) boys but maybe the things and people we like also say a lot about us jdkjsdjdsjkds. i think our dynamic would be similar to jeonghan and wonu! jeonghan always like starting shit up (like i do <3), but wonu (like anna) always handles it very well and elegantly at that lol. i also just can’t describe why i feel like we fit this vibe, but i just get the Feeling™ JSDJKSDJKDS together, these two aren’t very chaotic, but i think they are quite the powerful pair (esp when they combine their sexie brain power and scheme together, just like what we did for HourlyHannie - shameless promo DKJSKJSDJKDS). also anna has Cool As A Cucumber vibes like wonu as well so <3

jeonghan x woozi — i always think of the time during svt’s trainee days wherein jeonghan was intimidated of woozi DKJKSDJ that’s also how i thought of izzie (@coupsnim) when i first entered caratblr bc i thought she was so cool (she still is!! <3) i also see that jeonghan has a lot of respect for jihoon and i do likewise for izzie. like jihoon as well, izzie mentioned that she’s not good at conveying things, but i feel it when she tags me here and there in little things (which i also might have missed some bc i have not been checking my notifs JDSJJDSJS ILY IZZIE). she’s one of the constants here as jihoon is central to svt, and i think of izzie very highly <3

boochan — lee (@uriboogyu) and i aren’t frenemies (but maybe we will have this arc soon JDSJKSDJSD JK!!!!!!!!!!), and i don’t really know where i’m getting this vibe from either, but when i think of lee and i boochan comes to mind. i think it’s because we’re always screaming at each other JKDSKJSJKSD. but as i think more about it, i believe it’s also because lee is a bit like dino as she’s the younger sibling that always reaches out to grumpy old people like me (and boo JDSKJSDKJ). both are very confident too!! also boochan lives for the show, and i won’t elaborate, but lee and i do too JDSKKJD

hoshi x seungkwan — target practice. waiting for each other’s downfall. still besties nonetheless <3 @mulberry-rose. i’m always excited to see if boo and hosh are gonna be friends or enemies a certain day and this is exactly what happens to monet and i lol. she’s one of the people who snipe me for my bias list, but we love to see it <3

soonchan — FOND FOND FOND FOND FOND!! when i think of soonchan i think of that vlive inside boo’s hotel room wherein they were hugging and calling each other 😭 or that one time in isac where dino’s just resting on soonyoung’s lap 😭 that’s exactly the feeling i get with mina (@mango-mina). i treasure this one right here! the absolute sweetest <3

[candycorncarl]

Right Here, Right Now

Heyyyy guysss :) Not only is this my first post to this blog this is the first time I’ve written in a long time. I was listening to Kiss U Right Now by DUCKWRTH and a small idea I got from the song turned into this! I recommend playing the song when you get to that part of the story ;))) 

Description: You've always been able to feel his eyes on you, his presence when you're in the same room is unmistakable. Yet he never gets too close to touch. Until right here, right now. Warnings: angst, case discussions, alcohol Word Count: 4.6k

Part 1

You could not wait for today to be over. It's been filled with paperwork that always seems to be never ending, which turns into never ending coffee, which turns into you fidgeting for most of the day. Unwinding at Garcia's place tonight was all you could look forward to. Starting to zone out you stare blankly at your computer while twirling your pen in between your fingers. You are finally pulled away from the screen by Emily approaching your desk. She sits on the edge of your desk and you watch her roll her eyes.

"So how many bottles of wine do I bring to girls night tonight?" She sounded just as fed up with today as you were.

You chuckle and hold up all ten fingers raising your eyebrows as you both begin laughing. As you turn to face Emily you notice Spencer looking at you. It was subtle with his head down and eyes up not wanting anyone to notice, especially you. He quickly glances away, eyes darting back to his work while biting his cheek. The two of you seemed to share these small unspoken conversations more than you actually talked. You try to focus back on Emily telling you about her bad nights sleep. Luckily JJ serves as your distraction from Spencer as she walks up to your desk.

"Garcia wants to know everyones snack choices for tonight. I'm bringing a variety pack of chips. Henry's soccer team will just have to settle on fruit snacks tomorrow." JJ says as she raises her eyebrows and tilts her head. You all giggle but you can feel Spencer peeking up at you again. You've always been able to feel when his eyes are on you.

"Well you can tell Garcia mine will be that amazing ice cream she can only seem to find." You smirk.

"You know I can't pass up the chance to indulge in some oreos." Emily says as she sticks her tongue out from the corner of her mouth.

"Ohh you kill me every time with the oreos. My guilty pleasure!" JJ groans before heading off to relay the snack list to Garcia.

Emily pats her hand against your desk a couple times before heading back to her own. Suddenly you hear Hotch announce "We've got a case" from above. He marches over to the conference room. Emily looks at you while groaning, and you drop your head in defeat.

"Well that was fun while it lasted." You mumble as you all begin making your way across the bullpen.

As you all file into the room you see Spencer right behind you. Taking a second you notice how nice he smells you say a quick prayer in hopes he sits next to you. Suddenly Rossi plops down in the seat instead replacing Spencers cologne with the smell of cigars. You glance up at Spencer for a split second and he returns the quick exchange taking the seat across the table. Suddenly he feels so far away.

"How is that every time I get a fresh set of cigars we get a case?" Rossi sighs. Normally you would joke with him but you can't help but be a little annoyed.

"Maybe it's a sign to stop." You say dryly the annoyance more apparent in your voice than you meant it to be. He frowns at you along with a few others, obviously surprised by the reply from you. Feeling guilty you go to say sorry before Spencer cuts you off.

"Studies show cigar smoking causes 9,000 premature deaths annually." He says turning to stare at the screen.

"Well I think with this job I'm willing to risk the odds." Rossi says as he leans back in his chair. The team is quiet for a second. Still feeling a little embarrassed you glare at Spencer before Garcia walks in. As the files are being passed around the table she starts explaining the case.

"3 bodies have been found around the Myakka River in Florida and they think the cause of death was poison. All random, all within the past 4 months. If the unsub sticks to his timeline we have a week to find him before he strikes again."

"Why are we just now hearing about this?" Derek asks.

"2 of the victims were found by alligators in the area. So running tests on them took longer than normal." Penelope replies sadly.

"He's betting on the alligators finding them, not people. The alligators clearly didn't want much to do with them though." Emily looks over they pictures in her file.

"So whatever they're being poisoned with is strong enough to stop hungry alligators?" JJ says doubtfully.

"It's more likely that the alligators were able to detect they were sick in some way before fully... continuing further." Spencer says as the team groans in sympathy.

You wait for Hotch to give the go. "Alright, wheels up in 30."

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Stepping onto the jet you notice the back of Spencer's head in his seat. You make you way over and sit in the seat next to him.

"Um so why did you defend me earlier? I was kind of a bitch to Rossi back there." You peer at him still feeling slightly embarrassed from the team seeing what happened. Your thumbs twiddling in your lap. He just stares at his book and scrunches his nose. You wait for a response before letting out a sigh and standing up.

"Just making sure he knew the facts." He stays focused on the book and doesn't elaborate any further.

You move to the back of the jet waiting for the rest of the team. It's so hard to read Spencer. He doesn't talk to you as much, but you can always feel his presence when you're in the room together. Frustrated in him not wanting to talk more you rest your head on the back of the seat and twist your hair around your finger, he glances at you one more time as the team files in.

After going over the case on the jet Hotch starts pairing you off into groups. "Prentiss and Morgan head over to the M.E to see what else you can find. Rossi, JJ, and I will head to the dumpsites. Reid and Y/n set up at the station and start working on a geographical profile."

You felt your breath hitch for a moment as you glance over at Spencer to acknowledge the pairing. He keeps his eyes on Hotch. As the flight lands everyone begins pairing off into their groups. Getting to the SUV's Spencer climbs into the passenger seat and you quickly start driving. You were feeling a little nervous with Spencer now. It had been awhile since you've been teamed up even though you two tend to work well together. Despite the lack of personal conversations the two of you had, working with him was easy. The silence was finally broken when you worked up the courage to speak.

"I noticed you were writing down some notes earlier. Do you want to share?" You asked, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Why were you watching me?" He looked over at you finally.

"I- I wasn't watching you. I just happened to notice." Furrowing your brows you glance over at Spencer.

"The bodies all seem to be within a 15 mile radius of one another. There's something within that area of the lake he's attached to." He says with a frown staring out the window.

"Well we've ruined whatever plans he's made finding his dumpsites." You start to call Garcia.

"Sugar, spice, and everything nice. Hello Blossom to my Buttercup!" She says with such excitement you can hear her smile.

"Um I'm pretty sure you're Blossom, Garcia." You reply letting out a little laugh. Moving your phone to its car mount, your arm gently brushes against Spencers for a second. He quickly moves his arm to rest by his side and tugs on his seatbelt. You notice a heat rushing over his cheeks.

"Garcia you need to do a search for anything of significance that has happened in or around the lake in the past year." Spencer speaks up.

"Okay, but lets try asking a little more politely?" Garcia replies in an annoyed tone.

"Uh- please." Spencer clears his throat.

"There we go. Your wish is my command!" She says before hanging up. You can't help but let out a quiet laugh. He frowns at you before looking back out the window.

Making your way into the station you greet the local PD. They go over the latest victim and you are led to their conference room. You start putting notes together and pictures on the board. Spencer is staring intensely at the map, his finger held up to his mouth.

"Can I borrow that marker?" He sticks his arm out waiting for you to hand it to him.

"Wow for an eidetic memory you sure do forget to say please a lot." You turn your head to him as he looks at you slightly annoyed. Instead of just handing the marker to him you take a step over and look at the map. Keeping hold of the marker you begin pointing.

"So he's dumping the bodies here, here, and here?" You turn your head with the marker purposely pointing at the wrong spot. As you turn to look at him he's still staring at you. Locking eyes you notice his jaw clenching.

"No, here." He says still staring at you, leaving barely any space between your hand and his. It starts feeling hot in the room. You normally don't act like this with one another, but you feel something stirring inside you. Feeling your nerves take over, you can feel your cheeks blushing deeply. You stand there for a second longer before you finally hand him the marker.

"Thank you." His eyes look you up and down before marking the map.

Becoming flustered you turn and tuck your hair behind your ear searching the table for something to break the tension. A breath of relief washes over you as Emily and Derek enter the room. Sharing their new found information you start putting more pieces together. Eventually it's time to head to the hotel.

Grabbing your keycard from JJ you plan on taking a nice long shower to clear your mind. Stepping off the elevator onto your floor you say goodnight to JJ. You notice Spencer down the hallway, your nerves rising back up. As you approach him he slows down and stops at the door which happens to be across from yours. You can see him peek at you from the side of his eye as he unlocks his door. You begin to open your door and turn back to look at him. He stares back at you before closing his door.

Dumping your bag in your room you try relaxing your muscles and take in a deep breath. Quickly undressing you head to the bathroom bringing your toiletries with you. Turning the shower on you bite your lip thinking of the feelings between you and Spencer today. He always seems to be slightly frustrated around you, which made you feel confused. It's hard to ignore the way you feel when you catch him looking at you, but you try to calm the butterflies down convincing yourself he doesn't feel the same way. Stopping yourself you step into the shower and feel the warm water wash over you, taking your mind off of how confusing today was. Finishing your night time routine you make your way to the plush bed, scrolling through your phone before trying to fall asleep without thinking of Spencer.

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As Spencer closed his door he let out a loud huff and put his bags on the bench in the room. He stuck his arm out to lean on the wall. Dropping his head down the need to feel her touch is firing off of him. His pent up frustration caused his pants to grow tighter. Thoughts of her keep racing in his mind, all the times he catches her before she catches him, when she softly brushes past him in hallways, the way she plays with her hair while she's deep in thought. He starts taking deep breaths to try and stop thinking about her. Still too afraid to admit his own emotions to himself he steps into the bathroom. Feeling hot while trying to ignore his growing bulge he undoes his tie and pulls his sweater off. Rolling up his sleeves he starts splashing cold water on his face. Leaning over the sink he lets the water drip off his lips and nose. Something about the way she catches his attention scares him because he feels like he could lose control at any second. He closes his eyes and continues breathing slowly. After cooling down he dries his face and goes to change. Grabbing his book from the plane along with 2 others he makes his way to his bed, forcing himself to read.

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Waking up to your 5:15 am alarm clock you groggily turn it off. You get a text as you pick your phone up.

    Hotchner: Good morning everyone. Be up and ready in 30. We will meet down in the lobby.

You begin to scroll over the rest of your notifications until you jump out of bed and stretch your arms up. After getting your thoughts together you go through your morning routine with a slight jitter in your hands as you begin to think about Spencer. Luckily it wasn't enough to keep you from messing up your eyeliner or mascara. You slip on a pair of black jeans, your favorite black boots, and a white tee shirt. Completing the look you holster your gun, and pop your blazer on. Giving yourself one final scan in the mirror you finish with a quick spritz of perfume and head out the door. Stepping out in the hallway you notice Spencer waiting down by the elevator. Dressed in his usual sweater, button down, tie combo you take him in. He's fiddling with his bag and doesn't seem to notice you nearing.

"Good morning..." You say softly hoping not to startle him. He continues searching his bag without returning a hello. Biting your lip you can't help but ask what he's looking for.

"Did you lose something?" You keep your voice quiet not wanting to annoy him or the people still getting to enjoy sleep so early in the morning.

"No." He finally replies, giving up on his search. You nod and the elevator finally dings, its doors open. He looks a little more tired and stressed than usual so you choose to stay quiet.

"It's just a small bottle of some cologne. It was a gift from my mom, otherwise I wouldn't really care if it went missing." He presses the L button and the elevator starts moving. You were a little surprised he elaborated on his answer.

"Oh, well I'll make sure to look out for it. She has good taste, it smelled nice." Your face immediately goes red, you look down in hopes your hair will hide your blushing cheeks. You could smack yourself for letting that slip out. As the doors to the elevator open you feel Spencer's finger brush against yours so softly you hardly felt it. You shoot your head up as you watch him exit, almost forgetting to get off as well.

Spencer's finger is burning as he takes off down the lobby. Clenching his hands around his strap he tries to keep his focus on the team ahead but he can't shake the feeling away. His mind is yelling at him for his actions, but his chest is about to burst. The burning from his finger getting a touch of your skin is overwhelming him. The butterflies he's kept caged forever are starting to stir. Reaching the team he hears her footsteps approaching making his heart beat faster. Tucking his hand in his pocket he takes a gulp. Hotch starts breaking down the day but as hard as he tries to listen he can't. All he can pay attention to is the smell of her perfume; sweet and warm. It matches her personality perfectly. Staring at Hotch he sees his lips moving but doesn't hear a word he's saying until he hears his name. "Reid and Y/n head to the latest victims house." He bites the inside of his cheek as he fights his feelings in his head. Preparing himself for another day of controlling his urges, he makes his way for the door. Hopping in the car he stays silent, as does she. The air feels like its on fire and he begins to wonder if he's made the wrong move.

You can still feel his touch as you grasp the steering wheel. All it took was his pinky gliding over yours to put you in a tizzy. You peek over at him but this time you're too nervous to speak. Resting your arm on the center console, he places his arm next to yours. Leaving the smallest bit of space between the two of you again. Your hand clutches the steering wheel tighter too afraid to move. You both stay silent the entire ride over.

Walking up to the house you flash your credentials to be let in. Your mind is finally able to shift gears. Entering the house you follow him into the main room carefully taking a look around. The home was filled with plants of every shape and size.

"It's a shame most of these plants are probably going to die after being so cared for." You say in a bittersweet tone while appreciating them. Pausing for a moment you feel a thought brewing. "Wait, what if our unsub is creating his own poisons? I'm seeing some dangerous plants here, I think that could be our connection." You say walking further around the house.

Spencer scans over the bookshelf in the room and calls you over. You walk over and stand closer to him than normal. He pauses for a moment before pointing to a picture setting on top of the shelf.

"Do you know what that is?" He asks quietly, still scanning the picture.

"The plant? Umm not specifically, no." You return matching his quiet volume.

"It's nerium oleander, an extremely toxic plant that is poisonous to both livestock and humans. The toxic principles are two glycosides, oleandrin, and nerioside. Symptoms if ingested can be severe, cardiac irregularities can begin, often characterized by an increased heart rate. However, a slower heart rate is often detected in the later stages. Each dumpsite had this species of flower growing around it." He says quickly scanning over the rest of the shelf.

"I think we just found our secret ingredient." You stare at him for a second admiring just how smart he is before calling Garcia.

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Spencer's discovery of the flowers lead to the break in the case saving the life of one more victim. The unsub was an alchemist abducting customers from the greenhouse he owned. Finding him didn't take long once you knew where to look. The team gleefully boarded the jet since the case was a fast one. You all were able to leave before the day was even over.

"I think a quick case calls for some celebration!" Derek says.

After excitedly agreeing you sat with JJ and Emily. You couldn't help but notice Spencer deep in thought while reading.

"What about you pretty boy?" Derek shoves Spencer's shoulder. Spencer glares at Derek and replies to get him to back off.

"I'll think about it." He says before quickly glancing over at you before looking back at his book. You turn your attention away from him and back to the girls.

Spencer feels the cage rattling in his stomach again. He tries making it stop but he doesn't want to miss the chance of seeing her celebrate tonight. He starts replaying the first time she went out with them in his head. Her laugh filling his ears over the loud music, her smile beaming from across the room. His biggest regret was leaving early when she finally sat down to take a break from dancing. She was tipsy and breathing a little heavy from dancing. When she sat next to him she let out a soft moan of relief when taking a sip of her drink. He clutched his glass harder hearing her.

"You don't look like you're having much fun Doctor!" She rested her hand on her chin looking at him and then his glass of water. He was clenching his jaw and began to remove himself from the table.

"I'm not so that's why I'm leaving." He noticed her frown before turning to walk away. He forced himself to do the exact opposite of everything he wanted to do. His fist clenched in his pocket and he stepped outside waiting for a taxi to appear. After realizing how worked up he was becoming he told himself to stop. This time there would be no seeking advice from Derek, no getting too close, no butterflies. That was the plan he set in stone and that was the plan she was now quickly unraveling after all this time.

Pulling himself back to reality he peeked at her every now and then the rest of the way home, catching her eye from time to time.

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Having a little spare time you decided to get ready with the girls at Garcia's place before heading to the bar. You always kept a backup outfit in your car for times like these. She was the best person to get ready with, always hyping her girls up.

"Y/n that dress is capital H.O.T." She beams at you while slipping her shoes on. You wink at her and pull out your makeup bag. You had to admit the dress hugged you perfectly and made you feel confident. Popping your lipstick on you turned to the girls and shook your head.

"I think we all look capital H.O.T" You smirk before turning to leave. You could feel your nerves rising as you all gathered into the car, you tried to calm down since you weren't even sure if Spencer was coming tonight.

Spencer was unsure of what to wear for tonight. After trying a few things on he opted in on a simple light blue button down and rolled his sleeves up. He was fumbling with his hair as his phone buzzed knowing it was Derek. Before heading out he made sure to spray on a little of his no longer missing cologne. Hopping in the car Derek noticed a little shift in his demeanor.

"What's got you all nervous?" Derek asks with a smirk after driving for a bit.

"Nothing, I just haven't gone out in awhile. This isn't really my thing you know." He kept his eyes on the road.

"Well maybe if you drank with us you wouldn't feel so awkward every time." Derek let out a little chuckle.

He felt his palms getting sweaty as they pulled up to the bar. Seeing Penelope's car he knew she was already here. He wiped his palms on his knees quickly before getting out of the car. Making their way in the bar Derek yelled out "Now the real fun can begin!"

Everyone cheered in return as Spencer searched the room for her. Once he found her at the bar his eyes took her in before she could find him. He's seen her dressed up before but this time he was truly appreciating just how beautiful she is. Once her eyes met him he felt his heart thumping. Spencer tried to distract himself by taking a seat hoping no one noticed his staring.

The team talked for a bit while enjoying some drinks. They finally got up and started heading to the dance floor. You felt yourself a little confused as it seemed like Spencer was avoiding you. He was quiet and didn't seem to be engaged in any of the conversations. Instead of heading to the dance floor you made your way over to the bar asking for a water.

"You know I don't think anyone has said good job to you yet on breaking the case." You held out the water offering it to Spencer. Surprised by your presence he cleared his throat.

"What? Oh... thanks. You deserve credit too." He gave you a small nervous smirk and took the water. You sat down across from him shrugging.

"Once I saw that photo it was so obvious. I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner." He frowned.

"Spencer, you don't give yourself enough credit. You can't put that pressure on yourself to connect every dot right away. Don't be so hard on yourself, please. Maybe consider celebrating with us tonight?" You smiled and raised up one of your eyebrows.

"I think I'm good for now." He pushes his water between his fingers slightly. You sigh and get up from the table.

"Well as long as you don't leave early again..." You say and down the rest of your drink before walking over to JJ, Emily, and Penelope dancing. You can feel his eyes focused on you.

Dancing for so long you start to lose track of time, letting the warmth of the alcohol take over you. Enjoying dancing with your girls after while you decided you needed a slower song to take a break. You walked over to the DJ and requested a song you knew would grab Spencer's attention. The DJ said ok and started playing "Kiss U Right Now" by DUCKWRTH. You walked back over and smiled slightly. Penelope let out a loud "OOOO! I like this!" As she began dancing slower. You found Emily and started dancing closely with her. You both giggled a little bit as you swayed your hips against each other. Feeling your dress inching up your thigh you peek over at Spencer. You knew he was already watching you, you could feel it. As your eyes met his, he got up from the table and took off towards the bathroom.

"I need to pee!" You said in Emily's ear before heading towards Spencer. She nods and joins Penelope and JJ.

As you finally made your way through the crowd you saw Spencer stepping out of the restroom. He didn't even bother to look at you but as he passed you, you felt his pinky brush against you again. You hooked your pinky around his and he stopped dead in his tracks. You turned to look at him as he stayed frozen for a second. Your heart was pounding waiting for him to make a move.

Spencer felt his entire body tense up. The small heat in his chest turned into a wildfire. He turned and pushed you up against the wall. His hand moving to the hem of your dress, his hot hand touching your thigh. He kept his other hand intertwined with your pinky. His heart was thumping as he moved his lips close to yours. He could feel your heavy breathing as his eyes were locked on yours. You gripped his pinky a little tighter to pull the rest of his body closer.

You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach as you stare Spencer down. His gaze told you everything you needed to know. The song booming as it narrated both your thoughts. He wanted this just as much as you did. You wanted him to prove it, he was killing you as he hovered over you.

"You need to get back to the girls before they wonder where you are." He whispered before letting go of your hand while backing away from you. He passes the table pushing towards the door. You glance over at the team to see if they notice, if they do they're not acting like it. You take a breath and decide to follow him.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[naruto-littlespace]

Akatsuki Littlespace Headcanons

I could and probably will write more, but I don’t feel like it right now, so here’s this.

Disclaimer 1: Littlespace, in the AU and in real life, is a coping mechanism for everything from everyday stressors to psychological disorders like PTSD. If you sexualize littlespace do not interact with this AU or me, I will block you.

Disclaimer 2: Littlespace in this post is slightly different from in real life, magic-ed up in a similar way to how ninjas are magic-ed up in the Naruto universe. Chakra-using littles actually revert to the size they were when they were their little ages, although they retain any bodily changes since then (little Kakuzu still has stitches, little Deidara would have hand mouths.) The exception of course is Sasori, whose body is manmade and doesn’t change. People also do not necessarily remember their big lives when they slip into littlespace, sometimes becoming confused about where they are and who they’re with. They will sometimes be confused about what time period they’re in as well, believing things to have happened that hadn’t happened yet in their little age but were far in the past in their adult age.

This isn’t how I’m going to treat littlespace w/ Naruto characters all the time on this account btw, it’s just an idea I’ve been playing around with, like the psychological defense of reverting to a childlike state inadvertently triggers a transformation jutsu to match.

Nagato:

Little age pre Yahiko’s death was 6-7, post is 2-4

Started regressing shortly after the formation of the original Akatsuki. She and Yahiko had to do research to figure out why their teenage friend had suddenly turned into a child, but after they learned they took care of him: treated him like a child, bought him kids books from the local thrift shop, tucked him into bed. He called them uncle and auntie.

He would stay in littlespace for a surprisingly long amount of time, for 4-6 hours on days between missions.

After Yahiko’s death he spent many days in a row regressed to age two. Konan scrambled to take care of him and handle her own grieving. After that was over he promised her she wouldn’t have to take care of him again.

Nowadays of course she still takes care of him when he regresses, but he tries to force himself out of it if he begins to.

He still has board books and stuffies, so if he does fully regress he’ll have one of his pein bodies bring them to him.

Being ~3 he doesn’t have the mental capacity to control all the Peins, so they just kind of idle for awhile.

Konan:

Little age is 3-5

Pre modern Akatsuki she didn’t like regressing at all and only did it involuntarily. She would handle it by either walking it off or reading Nagato’s board books by herself.

This continued pretty much until she started becoming friends with Kakuzu, who openly admitted he was a little (he thought she should know, in case it ended up delaying his missions--it was mostly so she would stick up for him to Pein. No, he wasn’t hunting bounties, there’s a perfectly logical explanation--)

So she had a bad day while she and Kakuzu were at the same base and went ‘can you please deal with me for a couple of minutes’ and he was like ‘ofc’ so she sat down in front of him and shrank down to a little girl and started crying. He picked her up and bounced her on his knee until she calmed down. She ended up staying little for a couple of hours because Kakuzu took her out of the office and telling her stories about his childhood while they prepared dinner.

Kisame becomes her caretaker too when the three of them start dating.

Sometimes she starts crying inconsolably about something she won’t talk about other than someone leaving her and something being unfair. Pein showed up during this one time and said he knew what she was talking about and it was none of her cgs’ concern which ofc made them concerned but they haven’t gotten the chance to talk to her about it.

Itachi:

Little age is 2-4 but since her chakra is often very low so she doesn’t always physically become that tiny.

She didn’t regress until after she joined the Akatsuki, but when she did Kisame wasn’t surprised. He reintroduced himself as her babysitter, slipped her a lollipop and took her to a library to pick out some kids books.

Loves to be pampered. Oh god it’s the only time she can relax at all

Wears reading glasses because they can’t get her in to an eye doctor appointment

She’s trans in this au because I say so

Likes playing with weasel and crow toys, esp when her caretaker (usually Kisame, Konan and Kakuzu as well when they’re around) plays the weasel and she’s the crow. She’ll tell stories where they go out to the woods to train or just hang out.

She loves to sit in laps <3

She eats a lot more in littlespace than out so whoever’s feeding her makes lots of food. For her to grow big and strong u know

Kisame:

Little age 0. He is just baby

Being reminded of the bloody mist triggers his littlespace, though he has to be in a bad headspace in the first place. It really does not happen often.

Post Akatsuki the first time he slipped was after he, Kakuzu and Konan started dating. Kakuzu woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of crying and woke Konan up immediately afterwards because holy sh*t there’s a baby in our bed!!

It was Kisame. Kakuzu picked him up and rocked him back to sleep. Konan asked how he was so good with kids and he was like ‘oh I had a baby once.’ She does not ask him to elaborate. Kisame wakes up as an adult the next morning.

They keep a container of powder formula for him if he regresses but won’t get him a pacifier because they’re afraid he’d bite off and choke on the teat. They have bottles but Kakuzu makes the nipples for them out of one of his threads on the spot bc he’d bite through literally everything else with his tiny demon teeth.

Sasori:

Little age is unclear (unlike some of the others, he’s never said it.)

Signs he’s in littlespace: stops talking, stops walking if he can afford it, walks unsteadily and a little bowlegged if he can’t. Stops using ninjutsu and if he’s near a kitchen he might try to eat despite not having a digestive system anymore. Has been known to ask where Granny Chiyo is. The answer is ‘back home.’

Deidara got him a pacifier and a coloring book. He does use them but not when anyone else is watching, not even Deidara.

He is a bit upset when he’s reminded that his body is wooden. He would like to feel things please. But he learns to just enjoy the sensation of squishing a stuffie and his jaw chewing on a paci.

Deidara:

Not actually a little. He just hasn’t gone through sh*t like the rest of the Akatsuki have, and has coping mechanisms for when he is having a bad time.

He caretakes for Konan when her boys aren’t around and for Sasori if he’ll let him.

Hidan told him about littles after Kakuzu regressed in front of him and thought Deidara might need to know because of how much baggage Sasori has (he doesn’t know what it is but he can smell drama)

So he looked out for Sasori becoming a kid and learned instead to look for him not acting like an adult. He walked out of Hiruko and tried to eat in front of him and Deidara had to tell him he couldn’t have a strawberry because it was bad for his health and not because it would probably make his insides mold. It’s weird but Deidara is also weird and he makes it work.

Kakuzu:

Little age is 9-10

Post Akatsuki the first time he regressed was in front of Hidan in the middle of the woods. He didn’t recognize him and immediately tried to run and then beat him up when he chased him. Hidan had to think fast and tell him he was his new neighbor and pretend to be taking him home. The next time he was babysitting.

Sometimes asks where his husband is. The first time Hidan heard this his response was ‘what the f*ck’ and Kakuzu told him that was a bad word.

Enjoyed activities include reading, sparring, and to the surprise of some, hunting. He’s not bad w/ a bow and arrow.

The best way to keep him in/make him feel comfy in littlespace is to make him a meal. U can let him help to the extent that he sets the table or pours the drinks or smth (because he will ask) but take care of the food for him, because he hasn’t had someone else handle that for him in a long time.

Regressing isn’t necessarily a common thing for him to do but he’s one of the only ones whose regression can be triggered by physical pain as well as emotional. He can usually harden his skin to block attacks but if he doesn’t in time he may turn into a ten year old. It actually can surprise an opponent enough for Hidan to be able to take them out.

Hidan:

Not a little either.

Knew about littles bc there was an old man in his village who had ptsd from some long forgotten war and sometimes turned into a six year old.

Caretakes for Kakuzu pretty exclusively, unless Kakuzu is big and taking care of someone else, in which case he’ll help out if he’s feeling nice at the time. Itachi is actually his favorite to take care of because Itachi is a very manageable child.

Obito:

Little age varies wildly from about 1-11. He blocks his physical regression because he regresses Often and doesn’t want to blow his Madara cover.

He has been regressing since p much immediately after he got crushed. Madara was really having none of it and went from patiently waiting for him to become ‘big’ again to pretending it wasn’t happening, forcing Obito back into a uh. ‘’Normal’’’’ headspace

The Tobi act is actually covering his littlespace though when he’s an adult he has no idea how to realistically act like a kid so when he’s actually a kid it’s kind of jarring for all involved

When he’s a baby he just screams. Not really crying in distress but screaming because he can

He’s so eager for attention. Please talk to him! Play toys with him!!! Read a book, eat dango, run around outside, catch bugs, train!!!

Never mentions Kakashi or Rin but sometimes will mention his grandma or Lord Fourth as if he is the current Hokage

[bettydice]

I didn’t expect you to be lonely (too)

Xicheng, Modern AU, JC&WWX reconciliation, E-Rated

[Read on AO3]

Chapter 4

Wednesday

Jiang Cheng spends the day after getting drunk with Nie Huaisang feeling weird. And not only because he’s slightly hungover.

Are they really friends again? Did things go back to where they were? Just like that?

In the afternoon, he messages Nie Huaisang that he’s overcome his hangover and thank you for the cocktails. He wants to say “Will we hang out again soon?”, but he’s scared Nie Huaisang will tell him no. Then he spends ten minutes staring at his phone with a hammering heart, waiting for Nie Huaisang to reply. He sees the message status change to “read”, then Nie Huaisang is “typing”. He holds his breath.

The message he receives is an incomprehensible string of emojis and “next time u pay, babe”.

Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath.

They really are okay… just like that. Jiang Cheng definitely doesn’t deserve it to be this easy and he certainly doesn’t deserve the hope currently warming his heart. But what if…

For all that Jiang Cheng has blamed himself and hated himself this past year, has he ever truly looked at what it would mean if he really is the one who messed it all up? Because if he wants things to be better, if he wants to fix things… he has to do something about it. Nothing will change if he continues to feel sorry for himself and his shitty life.

The only person who ever told Jiang Cheng that Wei Wuxian doesn’t want him in his life was Jiang Cheng himself. And he’s been wrong about so many other things. So, maybe…

Following that line of thought is more than he can handle this shortly post-hangover and less than 24 hours before meeting Lan Xichen again. Also it’s a Wednesday. This seems more of a weekend thought exercise, and Wei Wuxian’s selfie today was taken by someone else, probably Lan Xichen’s unsmiling brother - so Jiang Cheng visits his sister and spends a few hours playing with his loud nephew. Jiang Yanli asks him about Lan Xichen, with a meaningful look Jiang Cheng ignores, but she only asks once.. He’s very grateful for that.

Thursday

Jiang Cheng takes the subway to Lan Xichen in a pretty good mood. While he did a lot of thinking yesterday, he decidedly did not think about his crush and whether he was going to do something about that. Even though Nie Huaisang encouraged him, this seems like a later-problem. Can’t he just enjoy Lan Xichen’s presence for now? He’s really looking forward to seeing him again. Hopefully he’ll get to see the bunnies, too. Though please, no pee-incident this time. Maybe he’ll be invited for dinner again? No, no, that was an exception. Two exceptions.

Lan Xichen opens the door for him, smiling, as usual, but today it’s a little strained.

“Jiang Wanyin, would you mind joining me in the living room? I made us some tea. There’s… there’s something I have to talk about with you.”

Oh, that sounds ominous. Jiang Cheng immediately tries to think of possible things he could’ve fucked up. Has Wei Wuxian said something and now Lan Xichen thinks he’s the worst and wants to stop their sessions? Is Jiang Cheng so tense he’s a completely lost cause? Oh fuck, did Lan Xichen notice Jiang Cheng has inappropriate feelings for him? That’s it, isn’t it???

Fuck. Fuck fuck.

They sit down in their usual seats. Jiang Cheng folds his hands in his lap. His palms are sweaty.

Lan Xichen really looks nervous now. Hands folded just like him, forehead slightly furrowed. Neither of them drinks their tea. Oh shit. He really knows.

“Jiang Wanyin… I’m so sorry.” Lan Xichen finally says after about a minute of excruciating silence. “I don’t quite know how to tell you. We… I… I think it would be best, if I stopped treating you. I’ll find someone else to take over, of course, finish all the sessions. I…”

“Oh.” Jiang Cheng knows he’s scowling, so he tries his best to put an expression on his face that doesn’t show any of the shock, disappointment, and embarrassment he feels. Of course Lan Xichen doesn’t want to see him anymore. Shit, why was he so obvious? It must've been so awkward for Lan Xichen, massaging him when…

“You must be confused. I..” Lan Xichen clears his throat and when he lifts his hand to cover his mouth, Jiang Cheng sees his fingers are shaking. “I’m so sorry, it’s so unprofessional of me…”

Wait, what? “Of you?”

“Sorry, I went about this all wrong. I had written it down and then… “ Lan Xichen folds his hands again. They’re still shaking. He looks… miserable. Jiang Cheng would like to hold his hands until he calms down. Which is probably exactly why Lan Xichen doesn’t want to continue their meetings.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain. Lan-laoshi, we can just… stop this, it’s okay. It’s my fault anyway.” Jiang Cheng forces a smile on his face. Maybe it’s better that way. He has enough things in his life that produce confusing feelings without adding a one-sided love affair to the mix.

“Your-? Oh no, you’re wonderful. Which is exactly why…” Lan Xichen takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a second, then looks at Jiang Cheng, intently. “I am attracted to you.”

“What?” … What? Neither ‘wonderful’ nor ‘attracted’ are words that make sense addressed to Jiang Cheng. Definitely not when coming from the man across from him, who is undeniably both of those things.

“I’m so sorry, it’s horribly unprofessional. You’re obviously very attractive, but it’s more than just an acknowledgement of that… This has never happened to me before. Not that I want to make excuses.” Lan Xichen averts his eyes now, so Jiang Cheng doesn’t feel the need to control the shock and confusion settling in on his face, when he hears all this. “I’ll find you someone else as soon as possible, and-”

“I don’t want that.” Jiang Cheng still isn’t sure what the fuck is happening right now, but he is sure of that at least. He doesn’t want someone else.

Lan Xichen’s eyes snap back to him, just as confused as he is. “You don’t… oh. Yes, I will give your sister a refund, of course. But I still think you should continue massages and physical therapy… I would not want you to stop, just because I-”

“No, I meant I want to continue. With you.” Maybe it would be the smart thing to stop their sessions. It would certainly be the easy thing. But he also doesn’t want to be responsible for messing another thing up by saying something untrue or saying nothing at all.

“Excuse me?”

They’re staring at each other now. Jiang Cheng can feel a hot flush spreading over his face. A part of him thinks this is either a) a dream and Lan Xichen will very shortly tell him actually, no, he isn’t attracted to Jiang Cheng but to Wei Wuxian, who is sitting behind him and laughing, or b) some kind of elaborate prank. But… what if it isn’t? What was it Nie Huaisang said?

“Just go for it.”

“I don’t want someone else. I’m also attracted to you. If that doesn’t make you uncomfortable, there’s no need to stop. There’s no reason why anything has to change.” Jiang Cheng isn’t quite sure this counts as ‘going for it’, but it’s a first step, right? He confessed - right? His heart is trying to hammer its way out of his chest after all. He voiced his actual feelings. Fucking mortifying. But also exhilarating.

“You’re… “ Lan Xichen blinks once, twice. Opens his mouth, closes it again. Just keeps staring at Jiang Cheng, who is pretty sure he’s going to have a heart attack. “So… you want to just continue, like before?”

“Yes. If that’s alright with you.” Jiang Cheng’s throat is dry, all moisture probably went to his hands and armpits, but he doesn’t trust his hands to successfully hold the teacup right now.

“I… suppose so?” Lan Xichen seems to be horribly confused by this entire situation. Something they have in common.

“Should I go get undressed then?”

“What?” Lan Xichen sputters.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. What’s wrong with him??? “I mean - for the mud pack! Should I go… prepare?”

“Ah, of course.” Lan Xichen’s eyes widen a little and he shakes his head as if wanting to clear his head from whatever images entered his head when Jiang Cheng offered to undress himself. “I’m sorry. Yes, go ahead. I will be with you in a minute. Alright.”

They both get up at the same time and for a few seconds they just stand there, staring at each other some more. Jiang Cheng can feel something hysterical bubbling up in his throat - laughter, screaming, crying, who knows - and flees the room, before it can burst out of him.

What the fuck? What. The. Fuck??? What??? What. What!? Lan Xichen is attracted to him? No??? What! And now he knows Jiang Cheng thinks he’s hot and they’re… did they just agree to not do anything about it and continue things as though nothing’s changed? Is that what just happened? Is Lan Xichen now just going to wrap a shirtless Jiang Cheng up in hot mud and a towel and is he going to give him a massage after? Is he going to touch him with his fingers, while Jiang Cheng can replay ‘I am attracted to you’ in his head over and over again???

Fuck.

Jiang Cheng pulls his sweater and t-shirt over his head, then uses the towel already lying on the massage table to dry his armpits. He puts it back down, then stands next to the table, staring into space. Tries not to think of anything, because his brain is trying to tell him this is a good thing and the worst thing that’s ever happened, at the same time, and he’d rather not think at all. Is this actually happening?

The door opens and Lan Xichen enters, carrying the hot mud mat, so yes, it’s happening.

They smile awkwardly at each other when their eyes meet. Jiang Cheng lies down on the hot mud, lets himself get wrapped up. Lan Xichen hovers next to him for a few seconds, mouth open, clearly trying to think of something to say. But all that he says is “I’ll be back in about twenty minutes. Enjoy.” Then he leaves the room. Before Jiang Cheng has finished taking a deep breath, Lan Xichen enters the room again, says “Uh, the music, I’ll just - “, turns on the generic music, and leaves again.

The twenty minutes are torture. All Jiang Cheng can think about is that Lan Xichen is going to put his hands on his bare skin and that Lan Xichen knows he’s attracted to him. He really wants to call Nie Huaisang, needs someone to tell him what to do. But he’s wrapped up in a towel and can’t move.

So he just lays there, thinking about Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen, who is attracted to him. Who has very long, elegant fingers he’s about to use to touch Jiang Cheng with. Who looked so nervous, as though he did something wrong. Well, Jiang Cheng might argue that being attracted to him is not the smartest move, because he’s… him. Fuck. Maybe he should’ve just let Lan Xichen arrange for someone else to take over. But he didn’t just want to try this whole ‘verbalize your feelings’ and ‘going for it’ stuff, he also couldn’t stand the thought of Lan Xichen feeling bad about his attraction. He just wanted to soothe him somehow, make him feel better.

He’s not quite sure he succeeded at that. He definitely made things more awkward. Very, very awkward.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

How much time has passed? Has it already been twenty minutes? He’s not ready!

Fuck.

Shit, Lan Xichen is probably regretting saying anything right now. Being attracted to Jiang Cheng is one thing, but then hearing “yeah I think you’re hot, no biggie, now go give me a massage” is probably not the greatest feeling??? He really is… a fucking idiot.

This is why people never dated him. Well, one of many reasons. He's heard a few. The most memorable one being "You don't want to choke me. Maybe start smiling more, you shouldn't mislead people like that." Wei Wuxian had laughed for 5 minutes when he told him, confused. Then he'd ordered Jiang Cheng's favourite food (after his sister’s soup) and watched his favourite movie with him. He wonders what Wei Wuxian would say about this situation, about Jiang Cheng telling his crush to not worry about being attracted to him, it won’t make the massage awkward. He'd probably laugh, too.

The door opens and Lan Xichen enters the room again. Shit, shit, shit.

Jiang Cheng reluctantly opens his eyes when Lan Xichen touches his shoulder. Lan Xichen smiles at him, though it feels a little strained, doesn’t seem to come as naturally. Because Jiang Cheng has ruined everything.

While Lan Xichen carries away the clay mat, Jiang Cheng lies on the massage table, desperately trying to think of anything he could say to… well, what is it he wants to do? He wants to untangle this mess, so Lan Xichen can feel better. But how can he accomplish that?

“Alright. Let’s… massage.”

Jiang Cheng, eyes squeezed together, tenses up as soon as Lan Xichen stands behind him. Shortly after, he can smell the soothing fragrance of the massage oil.

Lan Xichen touches his skin.

What about him does he find attractive? It couldn’t have been the Jiang Cheng who had an emotional breakdown right here on this very massage table. Or the Jiang Cheng who was covered in bunny pee.

“You should… try to relax more.” Lan Xichen is quiet, can barely be heard over the music. “Jiang Wanyin, your hands…”

Oh, his hands are balled into fists. Jiang Cheng breathes out, flattens his hands and tries to… just think of nothing. He fails, because Lan Xichen moves his fingers up his neck, begins massaging his jaw and a stray thought enters Jiang Cheng: “Would he touch my face this gently if we kissed?”

Because Jiang Cheng is so occupied with fighting his indecent thoughts, it takes a while for him to notice Lan Xichen isn’t massaging him anymore. His hands are simply resting on Jiang Cheng’s shoulders.

“Lan-laoshi?” Jiang Cheng opens his eyes, even though he can’t see Lan Xichen like this.

“I’m sorry… but… would it be possible… could we talk a little more?”

“Oh, of course!” Jiang Cheng sits upright, then turns so his legs are dangling off the massage table. Lan Xichen is going to tell him now that this is too awkward after all and they should simply stop these sessions. Which is probably the smart thing to do.

Lan Xichen hands him his t-shirt and Jiang Cheng hastily pulls it over his head, while Lan Xichen grabs the stool from under the table, so he can sit down in front of Jiang Cheng. He seems to still be just as nervous as during their earlier talk. Hands clasped in his lap once more and whenever their eyes meet, Lan Xichen smiles weakly, then looks away again.

Jiang Cheng waits a few seconds for Lan Xichen to say something, but when he doesn’t, he takes the initiative. “I guess it wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had to just go back to business as usual. It must be really awkward for you.” He laughs, even though he really doesn’t feel like it.

Lan Xichen looks at him then, surprised. “Oh, no, that’s not… but I could feel how you tensed up. Clearly this… you’re uncomfortable. As for me, I suppose I’m just… a little confused?” Lan Xichen’s words sound like an apology, even though he really doesn’t have anything to apologise for.

“I’m not… well, I did tense up, but I’m not uncomfortable, not really… it’s more… ah… because it feels… good.” Jiang Cheng often feels like a fool, but right now he literally wants the massage table to become sentient and throw him out of the window. Did he just basically tell Lan Xichen that Jiang Cheng finds the massage arousing? His face feels hot and he wants to rip it off.

“Oh.” Lan Xichen blinks a few times while he processes this embarrassing statement. A slight flush appears high on his cheekbones, making him even prettier. “I see… Well, that’s good then!”

Is it!? Jiang Cheng stares at Lan Xichen, slightly incredulous. Lan Xichen smiles up at him, still flushed. So, on a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to make out with him? Nie Huaisang’s voice suddenly appears in his head. Twelve, definitely a twelve.

“I think I’m just a little off-balance, because while I had considered possible outcomes of our conversation, it never occurred to me you’d feel similar.”

“How could I not be attracted to you!? I mean - “ Jiang Cheng bites his lip to swallow down the rest of his sentence. Can he not think before he says something for once?

“Oh, well, attraction works differently for everyone, doesn’t it? I would never presume...Also, for me it goes further than just appreciating your good looks.”

Lan Xichen says this earnestly, without embarrassment or humour. As though it’s a given Jiang Cheng is good looking.

“Uhm…” is what Jiang Cheng replies.

Luckily, Lan Xichen keeps talking. “So, I suppose I’d just like to know what you mean, when you say you’re attracted to me. Is it purely physical or…”

Lan Xichen does sound a little embarrassed now, so Jiang Cheng doesn’t check his words before they stumble out of his mouth, as he rushes to reassure him. “Oh, no, of course not! You’re obviously ridiculously attractive, but you’re also just so very… lovely. And you cooked for me. And your smile…”

Said smile is directed at him once again “That’s… that’s good to hear. Thank you.”

Jiang Cheng can’t help but return the smile, pleased that he somehow was able to reassure Lan Xichen. Even if it meant embarrassing himself.

Lan Xichen suddenly huffs a laugh and rubs his forehead. “Ah, I’m really sorry I sprang this on you so unexpectedly. Your time here is supposed to be relaxing - I’m afraid today was anything but, wasn’t it?”

Jiang Cheng does not feel relaxed at all, that much is true. But he does feel lighter, in a way. “Well, certainly unexpected, but not unwanted. Or… or unpleasant.”

Lan Xichen visibly relaxes and the smile he sends Jiang Cheng’s way once more is radiant. Jiang Cheng almost has to look away, because fuck, knowing Lan Xichen is attracted to him makes it even worse that he’s so hot. Jiang Cheng could probably kiss him. It’s not an unattainable day dream anymore.

Luckily, Lan Xichen distracts him by asking: “Jiang Wanyin, would you maybe be interested in meeting me in a different setting than this?”

“You want to go on a date with me?” Jiang Cheng blurts out, needing to confirm he heard this right.

“A date.” Lan Xichen cocks his head a little, thinking about it. Oh, so it’s not what he meant. “Yes. I think that would be nice. Would you want that?”

“Oh, yes. Sure. Definitely!” Jiang Cheng almost, almost gives Lan Xichen a thumbs-up. Thankfully, he’s able to suppress that urge. A date. Him and Lan Xichen. Dating. Jiang Cheng is really, really bad at dating. Abysmally so.

“Wonderful! How about tomorrow?”

Fuck. He needs more than one day to prepare for a date. A year wouldn’t be enough. But Lan Xichen looks so excited, Jiang Cheng can’t say no. “Tomorrow would be great!”

“When and where would you like to meet? Or I could come pick you up?”

Uuuuh… The only place Jiang Cheng can think of is the trendy lounge he went to with Nie Huaisang, and he’s pretty confident it wouldn’t be the right place for Lan Xichen. “Why don’t you pick a place? I’m fine with anything!”

“Oh… well, I’m… I don’t really know any suitable places, so I’ll just follow your lead.”

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know any places either! Fuck. But Lan Xichen’s eyes almost look pleading, so he really doesn’t have a choice. “Why don’t I, uhm, text you with the details tomorrow morning? We could meet in the afternoon - 4:30 p.m. maybe?”

“Sounds great. I’m looking forward to it!” Lan Xichen really sounds like he means it and Jiang Cheng is torn between wanting to just sit here and stare at this happy, smiling Lan Xichen for a few hours, feeling just as happy, and yearning for that sentient throw-happy massage table again, because Jiang Cheng and dating always ends in a disaster.

“Should we continue the massage then?” Lan Xichen suddenly asks.

“Uhm… yes?”

“Great! Why don’t you take off your shirt and lie down. Now that we’ve cleared everything up, you can just close your eyes and… enjoy.” Lan Xichen’s tone and smile aren’t suggestive at all, but there’s a glint of humour in his eyes that leaves Jiang Cheng feeling a little flushed.

Tomorrow is going to be interesting.

[itsstickball]

I saw your prompt post so can u pls give us the father son Wymack and Andrew dynamic we deserve thank you hallelujah

Okay so I know you probably were expecting sth at a younger stage of life (and tbh, I might still write that, bc it’s good shit), but we’re four weeks into 20quarantine and I miss hockey. And you know what they do in hockey? Dad’s Trips.

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Andrew’s watching some Netflix series about the drama between a bunch of exotic animal owners, alone in the dark of his apartment with an entire tub of ice cream resting on the pillow in his lap when the call comes through. He’s more invested in the ice cream than the drama, which came out the year prior. In fact, he’d avoided the show until now on the principle of annoying his family and was only watchin it now because he was tired of having to decode the references Neil made any time he posted a picture of Sir.  

He doesn’t bother to pause it or move to another room when he hits the “answer” icon on his phone.

“It’s a little late to be getting the mail, isn’t it?” He asked in lieu of a greeting. There was really only one reason for Wymack to be calling him.

“If anything, it’s early. This is yesterday’s mail.” Wymack grunted. “Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

Andrew looked at the clock, and realized that yeah...that tracked. The red numbers blinked back 3:39am at him and he remembered Neil mentioning that the Foxes had a road game this week. Once he did the math, it was actually a little surprising Wymack hadn’t called an hour earlier.

“You called me.” He reminded the coach rather than comment on the rest of it.

There was a sigh from the other end of the line. “I had a hunch.” Wymack retorted. It was more like he had five years to put up with Andrew’s bullshit and Andrew four years of putting up with Neil and Kevin’s. Night practices made more than one lasting impact, it seemed.

“So you got it.” Andrew prompted, not asked. 

Wymack sighed again and there was the faint sound of shuffling papers.

“Yeah. I don’t have a fucking clue why, though.” 

“It’s pretty self explanatory.” Andrew retorted. “Assuming you can still read.”

“Reading is the only thing I need the glasses for, thank you very fucking much.” 

Andrew would be lying if he said the corner of his mouth didn’t twitch up at Wymack’s easy irritability. But this was his apartment and there was no one there to misunderstand it anyway.

“So what’s the problem?” He asked, taking a bite of ice cream while waiting for Wymack to fill the silence with his trepidations.

“Are you sure you want -”

“I gave them the address.” Andrew cut him off, letting Wymack fill in the space between his words. They both knew that he didn’t do or mean things halfway. Without an address, there wouldn’t have been an invitation at all - just like there hadn’t been the previous two years.

More silence, this time less interesting now that Andrew knew what useless emotions were hiding on the other side.

“Do you have any other plans?” He didn’t. Andrew had checked. Wymack’s grunt confirmed what he already knew. “Then let Wilds take over yelling at the delinquents for a weekend.”

“Okay, but Andrew -.”

“The dinner on friday is black tie. Try not to embarrass yourself.” He reminded his former coach and then promptly hung up before Wymack could so much as shout in indignation. 

Onscreen, a man with a truly horrendous mullet cussed out one of his rival gamekeepers.

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Once a year, like many professional Exy Teams, the Spokane Sundogs hosted a special weekend trip for their players and their families - or, more specifically, their fathers. Andrew had scorned the idea of it when brought up by his last two teams - and not just because he had no biological guardian to invite.

This year, however, as the team gathered outside the arena, nearly ready to depart, he stood with mild anticipation. 

They were only waiting for one more addition before they boarded, with most of the players and their dad’s already conversing or posing for the team’s PR photographer. Andrew was standing slightly apart from the group, a quirk which thankfully they’d all come to accept about him. This time though, it was with more intention than just preserving his personal space.

“Ah!, finally.” The team’s defensive coach, Elliot Martin said, stepping over to show Andrew the text reading out that their last guest had arrived.

“Took him long enough.” Andrew grunted in reply, thankful that the coach didn’t press or make more noise about the issue. Martin was one of the few people intuitive enough to recognize the difference between Andrew’s silences and attention span. He also didn’t crowd any closer now that their exchange was over.

Just a few minutes later, Wymack’s form strode through the exterior door.

In truth, it was just a chance that his travel plans put him as the last arrival. Andrew felt no ill will or disgruntlement towards the coach for it, but he was undecided on how he felt about the matter as a whole. On the one hand, all of his teammates were currently distracted interacting with each other, but their attention would all be called together now that everyone was here. He doubted any of them expected to see someone standing next to him, and wasn’t looking forward to their speculation.

“Wymack.” He greeted, his voice characteristically monotone.

“Minyard.” The coach nodded and returned it in kind - although Andrew noted he sounded rather tired. That didn’t bode particularly well for someone he was going to have to travel with, but at least they wouldn’t be flying. Wymack didn’t try to step closer than necessary or make any physical greetings with him, which he was grateful for. 

Then, however, it was time to go and his position among the coaching staff - complete with his guest was made obvious. A round of quick murmurs went up from the small crowd, which Andrew ignored in favor of staring at their head coach as he gave their schedule. An assistant handed out paper forms of the itinerary and then they were being ushered onto the bus.

“Your teammates seem nice.” Wymack said, apropos of literally nothing, after they’d handed their luggage off to the equipment team.

Andrew grunted.

“Regret inviting me already?” Wymack tried again, this time with a bit of dry humor in his voice.

Andrew turned to look at him, a tiny spark in his eye. “Not at all.” Wymack’s eyebrows furrowed, so he elaborated. “This way, they can pester you with their questions instead of me.”

He pat Wymack once on the shoulder before disappearing into the bus. When he’d found his seat at the very back and chanced a glance out the window, he found Wymack swamped by other players and their dads just a few feet from the steps. He seemed to be handling the attention alright, but Andrew recognized the slight tension in his movements. It was as close to a deer in headlights as Wymack got.

“I hate you.” He said a few minutes later when the coaches got serious about everyone boarding the bus.

Andrew glanced over at where the older man was slumped into the seat next to him. His grin was feral and sharp. “See, you fit right into the family. You’ve already learned our main vocabulary.”

Wymack scowled at him, but there was no real heat to it. And if Andrew’s smile softened and quirked higher on one side, even as he pressed his lips together and turned to look outside - well, there was only one person alive who would call him on it and he was hundreds of miles away.

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Forty hours later and they’re in the hotel room, getting ready for the fancy team dinner. Andrew was long resigned to having to share rooms with potentially obnoxious teammates for away games, so the change of pace that comes from sharing with Wymack is welcome. Living with him - even for just a few days, even in a cramped room - is familiar. Andrew spent too many nights quarantined with the man in college for it not to be.

There was no threat to anyone’s safety or sanity - aside from the fallout typically associated with overly friendly teammates, but they knew each other’s quirks. Andrew didn’t comment when Wymack woke up at 5:30 to brew an entire carafe of coffee - despite not having any engagements until 9:00. And Wymack didn’t question why he spent nearly the entirety of their afternoon free/rest time sitting on the desk by the window with a pint of ice cream just staring out at the cityscape below.

Andrew didn’t have to hedge or explain why he needed to shower first when it came time to get ready for the dinner. In fact, they skipped the discussion altogether. Both men simply glanced at the clock after the shitty made-for TV movie they’d been watching rolled to credits and Wymack said. “Let me know when you’re done.”

It was that simple.

Being away from the Foxes, from his family for so long, Andrew actually sat there stunned for a moment before Wymack turned back to look at him, prompting a grunt in reply. Seemingly satisfied, his former coach turned back to whatever he was doing with the charcoal suit he’d hung up in their shared closet space. Andrew allowed himself one more second of stillness before getting up and angrily grabbing his own pants and undershirt and locking himself in the bathroom

Behind him, he heard Wymack let out an amused huff, but no comment.

By the time he finished and they swapped rooms, the frustration of his startling realization had left Andrew. He still waited for Wymack to click the bathroom lock in place behind him before he moved to finish dressing and comb his hair into something acceptable. But then he had nearly half an hour to sit on the bed and think before his teammates and their fathers would fill up the fuzzy parts of his brain. 

He could use the time to analyse how he got to that point - how Wymack had gotten to that point. Andrew enjoyed living on his own, but it clearly wasn’t just Neil's company at PSU that had left a lasting mark on him. Thirty minutes was plenty of time to catalogue each of the things he’d gotten used to in college that he’d lost again as he moved from team to team each year in the pros…

 He flipped on the TV instead.

Wymack opened the door fifteen minutes later to Andrew staring blankly at an infomercial.

“I didn’t take Neil as the type to wear pearls.” He poked, looking bemused from Andrew to the man and woman on stage who were trying to make outdated jewelry seem like the newest fad. 

Andrew slid his gaze sideways, eyes focusing in on the older man. Unlike Andrew, he’d exited the bathroom in only his boxers - which, Andrew was secretly bemused to find, were covered in tiny orange fox paws. He didn’t stay that way for long, of course, turning to retrieve his actual clothes from the closet.

“He likes to feel classy.” He shot back, deadpan and several seconds too late to be anything more than a deflection.

Wymack snorted, and for a moment, Andrew thought he’d let it drop. To Andrew’s downfall, unfortunately, he had the capacity to both dress himself and prod at the blonde’s psyche at the same time. 

Andrew would have to ask Bee to stop spending so much time with him and Abby. It was ruining his “above my paygrade” modus operandi.

“You know I’m shit at this kind of stuff.” He started and Andrew resigned himself to the fact that they were, evidently, going above the paygrade. “But you’re allowed to enjoy nice things.”

Andrew held back his urge to scoff. “Nice things” had never factored into his life unless he was being accused of breaking them. It would be easy to deliberately misconstrue Wymack’s gruff sincerity, to make this about the pearls, pretty but ultimately meaningless objects. He knew, however, that this wasn’t the type of “nice” the older man was talking about. 

How many times had he told Neil that Foxes didn’t get to have nice things? That they came from nothing and so would always have nothing? It turned out, though, that there were a lot of nice things that also came from nothing. Renee’s smiles and unwavering - even if often annoying - encouragement. Kevin’s refusal to let him give up on life, even in the face of his own fear. Neil’s never-ending respect for his boundaries. 

Half an hour of sick sobriety in exchange for a few stopped goals. A bottle of Jack in exchange for a whole game. 

Wymack’s second, third, fourth chances.

He met Wymack’s gaze. “I know.”

Because as intolerably cheesy as Coach’s whole “as many chances as it takes” philosophy sounded, Andrew would either be dead or rotting in a jail cell without it. He would have thrown himself to the wolves in order to keep his family safe, and it would have destroyed him. But Coach gave him the back-up he’d gone his entire childhood without. He only took what Andrew was willing to give, held him accountable, and called him on his bullshit, but never tried to fix him. 

In a world of people preoccupied with making everyone around them perfect, Wymack said “what you are is good enough.”

Andrew didn’t know if he’d ever be able to bring himself to say thank you, but he could show it. He’d thought it funny to spring Wymack on his teammates and vice-versa, sure. But he’d invited him because he fit the bill.

Andrew might not ever say it, but maybe he could show his gratitude, one hectic weekend at a time. 

Wymack seemed to understand.

“Alright.” He said, nodding once, then twice more firmly. “Now how many times can I expect Richard Decker to ask me about fishing?”

Andrew snorted. “Based on his son? It will be the only thing he talks about all dinner.”

Wymack shook his head and gave a little laugh before pocketing his wallet and keycard and gesturing toward the door.

“Well, let’s not keep the man’s sturgeon dreams waiting, then.” He said, earning a dubious expression from the blonde.

He didn’t deign to honor the joking comment with a response, but as they headed towards the elevator, Andrew thought he might have one more nice thing to add to the list.

[zanesgirlfriend]

Prom | Vlog Squad

Description: Blurbs of how each vs member would ask the reader to a charity 'influencers prom' (basically just promposals)

DISCLAIMER: I'm doing this as if everyone is single/likes girls. Like Mariah and Heath are obvs dating but they would both prompose so differently.

Requested by @character-development : inspired by David's new Prom ad thing, can u write how each member would ask the reader to prom (or a prom-like event) like cute prom-posal U R GOLD

Most of these are like cheesy prom poster things but it's still cute!

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BOYS

David: chipotle

You were going to prompose to David. He was too busy with other things to think of something fun and elaborate, but it was okay, you enjoyed the fun.

"Can you pick me up Chipotle?" He asked you on the phone, just as you knew he would. You happily obliged, already knowing he was gonna ask. You ordered the typical Dobrik Burrito and something for yourself before hopping back in your car. You took out your sharpie and wrote on the foil before putting his burrito back into the bag.

"Let's eat!" You hollered at him as you walked through the door. He smiled and joined you at the kitchen island. "This one's yours." You handed him the burrito upside down, so he wouldn't see the writing quite yet. Then you pulled out your food and the extra guac.

David smiled to himself as he read the foil.

Will you be my BAE-RITTO at prom?

It was the perfect amount of clever and stupid and he burst out into laughter.

"Fuck yeah!" He laughed at you before pulling out his phone to take a picture.

"What are you doing?" You asked between giggles. He started recording and pointed the phone toward you.

"Y/n just promposed to me. I'm her bae-ritto now!" He laughed as he posted the silly Instagram story.

-

Zane: drunk

You two had spent all night in his house. You had a Domino's feast and watched some movies as you got drunk together. Monopoly had become obsolete, long abandoned to play some simple card games instead. The two of you had crushed and entire case of beer and a bottle of whiskey, and you both felt like time was going in slow motion.

You didn't know when you two had gone to his room, but you didn't really care. You made jokes, talked about random shit, and cuddled for a while.

You felt each other drifting off, and right as you were falling asleep, Zane opened his mouth.

"Y/n?" He asked. You laid your head on his chest and tangled your legs with his.

"Yeah?" You whispered, a little too focused on his every move. All of his little mannerisms made you smile, and you didn't want to miss a single one.

"Will you go to prom with me?" His words were slurred, but you knew they were sincere. You also knew that he would never remember this, and probably try to ask you again in some big elaborate way.

"Why don't you ask me again in the morning?" You smiled as he drifted off to sleep.

-

Heath: golf

"Do you wanna come to the driving range with me?" Heath asked you during dinner, not wanting to go alone.

"I'm gonna suck, but sure!" You agreed. You spent the night together, putting on stupid golf outfits and driving out to the local driving range. You talked about anything and everything as you golfed.

You were horrible, as predicted, but he didn't really care. It was nice to just spend time with you.

"Are you going to that prom thing next month?" You asked him, genuinely curious. He hit another ball before turning back to you.

"I wasn't going to, are you?" He asked in return. You shook your head no. "Why not?" He walked towards you and you got up to take your turn.

"I don't have anyone to go with." You sounded sad, hoping he would ask you as you gripped the golf club.

"Let's go together." Heath suggested. You smiled to yourself before hitting the ball.

"Okay."

-

Todd: song

Todd was annoying the fuck out of his piano teacher. Begging him to teach the skills to play a certain chord progression. He practiced it every day for a month before he finally felt confident enough to show you.

And it was impressive. You sat next to him on the bench, listening to the soft love song he played. He belted the bridge, or what you thought was the bridge until your name came up. It echoed through the room sounding beautiful.

"Y/n will you go to prom with me?" He repeated over and over, using the same melody as the original song. You sung along, harmonizing with him.

"Toddy will you go to prom with me?" You sang to the same tune, before both of you reached the end of the song

"Yes." You said in unison, now in a regular voice. You both laughed an smiled as you thought about what you'd just done.

"That was beautiful." You giggled to him.

"Not as beautiful as you." He said in a serious tone before kissing you on the cheek.

-

Scott: shelter

"Let's go the animal shelter." Scott suggested to you. You were elated at the thought, not even knowing what he had in store. He'd got a custom tag made and attached it to a small collar that he kept in his pocket.

You enjoyed the ride there, but were even happier once you arrived. There were a bunch of cute little puppies and you couldn't wait to pet all of them.

"Can we play with these ones?" Scott asked the lady that was guiding you through their pens. She smiled and nodded before scooping up an armfull of tiny dogs. She led you into a pen outside and released all the little puppies. They all had on tiny colorful collars to distinguish them. They ran around in the grass, jumping on your lap and giving you lots of kisses.

"I think one of their collars came off." Scott pointed to his special collar that he'd dropped on the grass behind you. You spun around and grabbed it before reading the tag.

Prom?

You looked up at Scott and smiled.

"There's no way one of them is named Prom? is there?" You were dumbfounded for a moment before figuring it out. "Oh my God I'm dumb." Realization hit your face. Scott laughed at your stupidity before asking you himself.

"Will you go to prom with me?" He chuckled.

"Yes." You said in a pouty way, embarrassed by your oversight.

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Jeff: hike

"Nobody else will go with me." Jeff begged you. He wasn't necessarily lying, but it wasn't the full truth. He told everyone he wanted to hike alone today, just so he could convince you to come with him.

You agreed, knowing he would buy you lunch after and it would be nice quality time with him. The hike was fun. You raced a little bit, and talked about some vlog squad gossip that was going around. Then you made it to the top. Jeff helped you up to the very top of a rock and you two sat there, resting for a bit.

"Isn't this beautiful?" Jeff asked you as he looked out at the view.

"Amazing." You watched a bird fly over the city before glancing at Jeff. He was already looking at you.

"Do you wanna be my date to prom?" He nudged your shoulder lightly as his dimples appeared.

"Yes, I can't wait to see you in a tux." She joked before nudging him back.

-

Matt: escape room

You two were always doing escape rooms. But this one was your favorite. They'd just added a new room, and you were both ecstatic about it.

"I keep finding letters!" You hollered at Matt as you two felt around the room for clues.

"There's a board thing here, I think we have to put in a message." He pretended to speculate even though he already knew the answer. The hour ticked by fast, finding more and more letters and solving puzzles to find even more. You'd spent the last fifteen minutes trying to find some sort of hint to what the message should be about.

"Matt we only have two minutes left!" You screamed at him.

"I got it!" He ran over to the letters, rearranging them. You read each word until the sentence finally formed.

When we escape, will you go to prom with me?

You looked at him as if he was an idiot. "Matt this is not the time for games we only have a min-" Your voice ceased as a panel popped open in the wall. It had two buttons.

YES NO

"Matt what is going on?" You asked before glancing at the clock again. thirty seconds.

"Quick, yes or no! Will you go to prom with me?!" He screamed at you, pointing towards the buttons.

"Yes!" You screamed as you hit the YES button. The timer stopped and the exit door opened.

"Yay!" Matt hopped up and down, but you stared at him.

"Matt." You said.

"Yeah?" He asked, already knowing your question.

"Was this all and elaborate way to ask me to prom?"

"Yep!"

-

GIRLS

Natalie: donuts

At first glance, people would think what Natalie did was basic or cheesy, but they don't know the whole story. She'd taken you out to a donut shop twice a week for the past month. It was like your special little thing together. It was almost like she was training you to love donuts, but that wasn't very hard.

By the time the day of the promposal came around, you were the one waking her up to go get donuts. You two crawled out of bed, still in pajamas as you drove to your favorite donut shop. It was early, the sun had barely risen, but the bakers were already preparing your special donuts.

You walked in the shop, hand in hand and sipped some coffee as you watched them fill the donut cases like you usually did.

"They're spelling out something." You told Natalie. She looked up from her phone, trying to act inconspicuous. You two watched carefully as they placed the donuts sporadically. They knew if they placed them in order you would figure it out immediately.

It started with a question mark at the bottom of the case, then a few vowels here and there, and slowly the message started to come together.

W I L L Y O U G O

T O P R O M

W I T H M E ?

You turned to Natalie, but she was already smiling at you.

"Will you?" She asked. You smiled and walked up to the counter. A worker smiled at you.

"Can you rearrange the letters to spell 'yes'?"

-

Mariah: tumble

Mariah rehearsed the dance number for two weeks, making sure everything was perfect. She had backup dancers and lights and costumes and everything. She told you to come watch the dress rehearsal for some dance recital she was in, and you happily agreed.

You sat in the nearly empty audience, so happy to see what she's been working on. Mariah never seemed to be nervous for past performances, but this one was different. She was jumping up and down, shaking her limbs out over and over, very nervous and excited to ask you to prom.

The lights dimmed and dancers adorned the stage, getting in position. The music started and you knew something was up. It was your favorite song. The dancers started their routine and you were amazed. It was beautiful. Mariah walked out of stage and joined the group, leading them in a floor-work section of mostly tumbling and gymnastics during the bridge of the song.

Just as the song came to a dramatic close, the lighting changed and a backdrop fell behind them.

Y/N, I'D FLIP IF YOU WOULD TUMBLE TO PROM WITH ME!

You started to cry before walking onstage.

"So?" She asked you, slightly out of breath. You smiled and hugged her sweaty body.

"Yes!"

-

Kristen: waddle

Kristen stayed up all night long making the poster. It was black and white with glitter writing and perfectly aligned letters. She knew you would find it cute and adorable. It wasn't until the next night that she finally slipped away from you long enough to do it.

Her nerves were exploding out of her chest as she got dressed. She could barely hold the poster up she was so nervous. Before she came down the hallway, she took a deep breath.

"Are you ready?" Kristen screamed down the hallway at you.

"Yes!" You hollered back, adjusting the camera. You thought you were just filming an outfit video. Your mouth hung open as she waddled around the corner. She was dressed in a penguin onesie and held a posterboard behind her back.

"Oh my God!" You giggled at her and she made a stupid face at you before flipping the sign around.

Will you make my day and WADDLE to prom with me?

There were cute drawings and stickers of penguins all over. The yellow trimmed black letters popped off of the board and a few flakes of glitter were strewn about. You smiled, tears filling your eyes as you walked over to her.

"Of course!" You embraced her and laughed as you messed with the little beak on her penguin onesie.

-

Carly: starbucks

You'd gotten coffee with Carly almost every day for a year. So of course she would have to include it in her promposal. She usually picked you up before starting the day, and you went to Starbucks together. Today she asked you to meet her there.

Immediately you were suspicious, but figured she was just out and about and didn't have time to come get you. You drove yourself to the usual location, and found a nice parking spot. You'd barely walked inside when you saw her.

She was standing with a big cardboard cutout of a starbucks drink in her hands. It was decorated with the words:

Prom is a GRANDE event. It would mean a LATTE if you went with me!

You were too excited to speak. You nodded your head yes before bringing her in for a hug. Green confetti fell around you and someone handed you your usual order.

-

Erin: scar

Another day, just hanging out with Erin on her couch. You two had just ordered food, and were in the middle of binge watching something on Netflix. Erin was excited, but tried as hard as possible to keep her cool.

"Oh! Remember when I got that cyst taken out?" She asked you between episodes.

"Yeah?" You nodded wondering what cool medical fact she was going to tell you.

"The scar doesn't look like a normal scar. Like, I swear it spells something out." She sat up. You became very interested.

"What? Let me see." You turned your whole body towards her, curious to see what she was talking about.

She lifted up her sweatshirt and there, on her scar, was the word Prom? written with a sharpie. She laughed a little too hard, and so did you.

"This is the dumbest promposal, but yes." You laughed between words, almost in tears.

"I know, but yay!" Erin opened her arms up for a hug which you gladly received.

-

Corinna: tiara

Her best friend helped her make the poster, but Corinna spent most of her time at Tiffany&Co. She spent a week finding a ring that you would love, and another week waiting for it to be engraved. Of course Corinna went all out for you, she always did.

It turned into a big elaborate plan that David filmed for the vlog. Another "lay down blindfolded" type of thing. You were scared shitless, having no idea what was about to unfold.

"Sit in this chair and wear this." David said to you, handing you a shirt to use as a blindfold. You reluctantly agreed and sat down.

"Is it gonna bite me?" You asked as your legs bounced up and down.

"Maybe!" He laughed, his voice getting distant as he walked to the other side of the room. You heard footsteps walk into the room and someone pulled your blindfold off.

Corinna was in front of you. She looked beautiful, and she was holding a big blue posterboard. It said Y/n&Co. across the top, and the question "You know what has a nice RING to it?" You cocked your head to the side, happy but confused. Was she proposing? or something else.

"What?" You asked, perplexed by the smile on her face. You then noticed the small box in her hand. She knelt down in front of you, opening the box towards you. Inside was a beautiful ring, white gold and shaped like a tiara. There were small diamonds adorning the design and you immediately wondered how much it cost.

"Pick it up." She demanded gently. You complied, picking up the beautiful ring. As you inspected it you noticed the engraving on the inside.

Prom?

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I hope yall enjoyed this!!! it was really fun to do :) also tell me which one was your favorite :)

[zoyastormwitch]

pretty lies & ugly truths ;

author’s note ; this was meant to just be some gratuitous smut, but it always has to turn into feelings and more. regardless, i regret nothing. I HOPE U LIKE IT it’s my first time writing these guys. (and hopefully not the last.) word count ; 4826 fandom ; the cruel prince/tfota ship ; jude duarte x cardan greenbriar chapter rating ; explicit  tags ; smut, angst, hate sex, smut with feelings, post-TWK ao3 ; here description ; Jude is back in Elfhame after months being exiled to the mortal world, only to find herself feeling humiliated and - angry. Very angry. The thing about being angry at Cardan, though, is that it's never quite as it seems. 

pretty lies & ugly truths ; 

“Are —“

If the clack of her heels against tiled floors didn’t make Jude Duarte feel powerful, then the blade in hand certainly did.

“You —“

Or perhaps it was the crown, sitting atop her head surrounded by intricate plaits coiled and twisted, that provided the thrill of power.

“Kidding —“

She wasn’t used to the foreign weight of it, neither figurative nor literal, but in her rampage across the now-empty throne room she didn’t even stumble.

“Me.”

No, she realized. It wasn’t the crown. It wasn’t the shoes. Not even the blade, which had been abandoned in her fury and thus clattered to the floor with a deafening thud.

“I hate you,” she seethed for what was probably around the thousandth time just that month.

A hand wrapped itself around her dear husband’s neck, thumb pressed tight against the column of his throat, and Jude decided that none of those aforementioned outside sources contributed to the overwhelming feeling of power as much as her own bare hands and the sheer force of her singleminded will.

“Wife.”

His voice managed to maintain its low and silky texture despite her attempts to cut into his air supply. Her other hand jumped to his throat, both thumbs working their target as her heart beat wildly within the confines of her chest.

“You did that on purpose,” she accused in a wild fury. “Admit it.”

“I can not — admit much with — your hands —“ he choked out.

Pleased by his evident struggle, Jude released him. She didn’t move away however; his coal eyes flared when she lunged closer. She all but caged him into his throne with her arms as the bars, hands propped against the ornate chair’s back on either side of his head. The plush, cushiony velvet felt too nice by far against the callouses of her palms.

“Admit it,” Jude hissed, her face so close to his that anyone passing might simply assume a moment of intimacy between the King and his Queen.

“Admit what, dear wife?”

“That you brought me back here just to humiliate me. That you arranged all that to build me up as nothing more but a poor, pathetic mortal.”

The crown upon her head tipped forward slightly, serving only as a reminder of hours prior: a coronation fit for a fool. The inhuman laughter had echoed throughout the throne room then and rang deafening in her ears now. It was as if they’d taken the Queen of Mirth revelry to a higher, more elaborate scale. More Faerie games designed to get under her skin.

She looked the part of Queen of Elfhame, this time.

Her dress looked crafted from stars themselves, set into a gossamer black canvas that hung from her curves. It glistened and glittered with each step she took, winking constantly in the lights. Sleek black ribbons were entwined into the braids woven atop her head, peeking through walnut curls that cascaded over her shoulders. Delicate horns were crafted of hair and ribbon and bejeweled, creating a frame of sorts for the crown that fit snug atop her head.

She’d be lying if she said her breath didn’t catch when she saw the crown in Cardan’s hands. It wasn’t quite twin to his own, but indeed appeared cut from the same cloth. Silver and gold and bronze twined together, fashioned into severe branches. Crystalline jewels sparkled like moonlight, or maybe like snowfall; something entirely natural and magical all at once.

It was beautiful. It was frightening. It was hers.

She truly looked a queen. Still, it didn’t prevent the murmurs and jeers and blatant laughter that surrounded her and set her body on fire from the inside out in the worst way possible. She felt like she was the butt of a joke. No one took her seriously. Even as they watched the High King take her hand and lead her to a throne that had been fashioned for her; even as they heard Cardan pronounce her Queen of Elfhame; even as he called her his wife in front of the masses. None of it mattered.

He humiliated her in the worst way: with truth, and nothing but.

Because she was all those things. She, Jude Duarte, their mortal rule, their Queen, the wife to the High King.

And yet, she may as well have been Queen of Nothing.

His silence grated on her as she hovered over him, breathing heavily, chest panting with the frustration and embarrassment that prickled across her skin and settled deep in her soul.

“I admit,” Cardan said finally, a hand coming up to tuck an ebony ribbon behind her ear, “that I arranged this coronation knowing full well our subjects would think you a joke.”

She bared her teeth at him like the feral animal she was not; he simply lay his palm flat against her cheek. Unafraid. His skin was cool to the touch, smooth. This close, she was able to study his face. There was a new sort of wisdom in his eyes. Certainly in the time since she betrayed him and put him on this very throne, he’d grown into the role. He looked the part more often than not. His chin held high, shoulders back, steps assured: Cardan Greenbriar was more the High King than she ever imagined he could be.

“You let them laugh at me,” she accused.

“Yes.”

“You humiliated me.”

“It would appear so.”

“I hate you,” she growled.

“Tell me again how much, my darling Jude,” he said, his voice low and eyes heavy.

Jude had half a mind to smack the desire straight off his face, but instead pushed herself off from the back of his throne with every intention to retire to her chambers. She’d figure this out after getting some rest.

Before she could even take a full step, his hand caught her wrist and she found her body twisting to face him again. The momentum of the tug jostled the crown on her head, hair ribbons falling in her face. She tried to catch herself in a flurry of flailing limbs, but the hands that she’d hoped would find purchase against the back of his chair were instead planted firmly against his chest.

He was lucky she didn’t knee him in the groin in the process.

Cardan’s gaze scorched her face; she knew her cheeks were flushed and her heart beat fast against her chest, rising and falling with heavy, quick breaths. She wanted to slay her own traitorous body.

“Jude,” he said, foreign softness tainting his tongue.

Her name sounded a prayer when he said it like that, spoken with a reverence she didn’t know he was capable of. It was startling, really, and the shock of it was enough to loose a brief bit of tension in her body. He must’ve felt the slackening of her figure as it hovered over him, because he used that moment to slide a hand to the base of her spine and hold her close. She blinked, propped upon his lap with her knees on either side of his thighs. Jude opened her mouth to speak but he continued before she could manage a word.

“They’re never going to want you,” he said with all the blunt ease only a faerie could manage. “They’ll never accept you as you are.”

“As I am?” she spat out harshly, coming back to her senses. She tightened against him, but his hands kept her caged in. “And what’s that? Mortal?” The word felt dirty in her mouth, a burden and a curse no matter how she spun it.

“Mortal,” he agreed, a hand dancing up her spine. The dress she wore was cut low in the back so it wasn’t long before skin met skin. She couldn’t keep her brain from flashing back to the other times his hands ran fiery paths across her skin and a shiver passed over her. “They see a mortal girl who slept her way into a crown.”

“That’s not —”

“Prove yourself, Jude.” His hands came up to adjust the crown on her head, straightening the ornate metal workings so it sat proudly once again. Long, slender fingers brushed through the hair that fell around her shoulders. The action was decidedly intimate. His dark eyes studied her with an intensity she felt inclined to shy away from, but Jude forced herself to remain still.

How did he possess the ability to unwind her with such ease? Had all her defenses fallen in her time away?

“We showed them you look every inch a Queen, mortal or otherwise. The spectacle doesn’t hold near enough weight as is needed to convince them of your strength.” His hands trailed down her arms, featherlight touches that left goosebumps in their wake. “What I gave to you is an opportunity now to prove yourself. Make fools of them each, Jude.” His eyes sank to her heaving chest before panning back slowly up to her eyes, though not before lingering on her lips. “They will wish they never once laughed.”

His voice was like a glamour all its own, lulling her into security that frightened her. What could that mean? Prove herself. She’d spent her entire damn life doing just that. The second she was brought to Faerie it had been one trial after another. One jeer, one prank, one intimidation after another. What did Cardan think she’d been doing all these years? If anything, she needed to prove herself to him. He clearly thought so little —

“And what of you, husband?” she said in a sickly sweet voice, her hand jumping to his throat in a flash. If he was surprised by the action, he didn’t show it. “What fool are you, my king, to have been tricked by a mortal?” Jude brought herself closer, her hips shifting forward as she tilted her face to his. His body seemed to tense with heat. “What retribution can I administer against the laughs from you?”

She tightened her hand on his throat, watching as the intensity grew in his face. Cardan’s lips parted ever slightly, and she expected protest to spill from that pretty mouth of his. It never came, though. Jude took advantage of the silence, rising on her knees so her height was at a further advantage. She pressed her legs tight against him as the hand not occupied with his neck found purchase in the curling locks of raven hair. She tugged back so that his face was raised to hers.

The bastard was smirking.

“You took permanent residence in my dreams while you were gone, Jude,” Cardan managed. “Every sleep I had was occupied with your face. Indeed, often with your hands wielding some weapon or another.” At that, she desired a blade back in her possession.

His hands slid from her back down the curve of her bottom, moving along her thighs. The heat of his palms cut through the diaphanous skirt of her gown, the material far too thin to block out the feeling of his touches. She clutched her hand deeper in his hair while that at his throat slackened with a quiver as his fingers traveled back up her body. He pressed her against his torso; she could feel his beating heart against body where they lined up.

What was she doing back here?

“I wanted you to be with me. You are my wife.”

“Enough.”

“I had to do it, Jude,” Cardan pressed. “There was little else I could have decreed that would have yielded a result apart from death. Regardless of who you are to me, justice was required.”

The earnestness in his words and the knowledge that he couldn’t lie caused her stomach to twist into knots. She didn’t want to think about it. Not about who she was to him, nor his schemes that shocked and betrayed. Jude found herself not wanting to think about much of anything, for that matter.

“Shut up,” she hissed.

“You do not command me any longer,” he reminded, voice longing.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” he asked, and she couldn’t help but feel pleased that she’d shocked him. She’d gone off script, after all. It was never Jude asking for kisses, for secret shared breaths and moments where the space between them disappeared into electric nonexistence.

“I said — kiss me.”

So she did.

Or perhaps he did.

Somewhere within the sentence, their mouths came crashing together. She supposed it didn’t matter which way it started, just that it had.

Jude sank back down from her knees, no longer raised above him. Cardan took advantage of her being sat on his lap, winding his hands down to hips and urging her forward. She gasped into his mouth at the friction of the movement, a spark starting in her spine and working its way through her blood.

They were all teeth and tongues, a firestarter kind of kiss that had her breathing heavily and sparsely. She reveled in the feel of his body against her, startled by the forbidden familiarity of his touches. No thinking, she reminded herself, and closed herself off to anything that wasn’t this singular moment.

Her arms wove around his neck, tangling them together further than they had already been. Could Cardan feel how fast her heart beat, or the way her body shook in response? Jude nipped hard at his lower lip while his own hands somehow managed to find their way beneath her skirts. His smooth palms against the expanse of her calf, then thigh elicited a breathy moan as she arched her body with an instinctual desire, her heat aching for his fingers.

“Patience, Jude,” he muttered against her lips before his mouth covered hers again before she could protest that they were in a rather public throne room and was patience really of virtue here?

Cardan’s arms wound tight around her back, bracing her against him with a surprising strength as he flipped her gently beneath him. Jude let out a gasp of shock when her back hit the plush throne. He hovered near above her, a knee propped up between her legs, his fingers working with deft movements to unlace his shirt while his tongue and lips paved a fiery path down the column of her throat. He parted only brief enough to shed the frilly shirt from his body, and her darkened eyes scanned the planes of his taut chest and stomach. It was sight enough to quicken her breath, her hands shaking slightly as she reached out to touch him.

He caught her hand in his, fingers twining over her own and guiding her palm up, up, finally to his mouth where he kissed the inside of her wrist once, twice, a third time to her fingertips — painting her with an intimacy that tugged strangely at her heart.

“Cardan —” she breathed, hating how shaky and uncertain her own voice sounded.

“I missed you,” he whispered, and she caught a flash of fear in his eyes at the admittance.

She hadn’t time to ask after it, however, before he was kneeling before her. He slid her shoes from her feet before traveling his hands from her ankles, brushing her knees, slowing over her thighs. Swollen berry lips parted and chest rising heavily, Jude watched, enraptured. Her dress was pushed up around her waist in the process, something she was thankful when Cardan’s lips followed the path of his hands.

The sight of his head between her legs as he kneeled in front of her was almost too much to bear. He paused to slide her knickers down the length of her legs, his eyes raised to study her face. She whimpered when he hoisted her knees over his shoulders and her head lolled to the side when he finally lay his mouth to the spot where she ached most for him.

His fingertips pressed hard against her hips as he held her to him, his tongue working slow at first as if to tease her. It was working, certainly, her heart racing far too fast for any poor mortal as she desired something deeper, faster, more. She dug her heels into his back, trying to resist the urge to buck her hips up. As if sensing her impatience, his hands held her harder, pressing her down against the velvet cushion.

“Cardan,” she moaned, voice laced with desire.

A finger replaced his tongue, sliding into her heat with ease. He planted a wet caress to the side of her thigh before nipping the soft skin there. A high pitched noise left her lips, and he rewarded her with a second digit entering between her lips.

“Did you miss me, Jude?” he asked, his voice like gravel on her skin, his teeth grazing her thigh again.

“No,” she said quickly. A lie, perhaps? Or maybe it was more complicated than that. She wasn’t in the market for complicated thoughts at the moment, not with his fingers thrusting and curling inside of her.

And as if knowing her response for what it was, a non-truth, he rose to his full height. Her legs slipped from his shoulders and she moaned at the change in angle as his fingers continued to work their ministrations. He kissed the spot between her breasts, his mouth moving heatedly up her neck and to her ear. She shivered at the puff of breath that was released there.

“Did you miss me?” he asked again, the low timbre of his voice hitting her very core.

Jude wasn’t sure when her hand had joined his between her legs, but her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she writhed her hips, her mouth parted as another “No” escaped in a breathy moan.

Cardan slipped a third finger into her heat, and the change in pressure was heavenly enough that she jerked forward, her arm coming around his shoulders and holding onto him as if he were the last lifeline in this terrifying, twisted life she led. She rolled against his hand, eager and needing and unthinking. In a final crash, she clenched around his fingers, body shaking as she allowed the pleasure to wash over her in tumultuous waves.

He gathered her dress where it was bunched at the waist, his hands sliding to tie at the small of her back and unlacing it enough so that he could slide the gown up over her head. He was careful of the crown that sat atop her head, though the dress didn’t receive the same treatment and was instead tossed aside with no care for whether it snagged or caught on anything.

Jude didn’t care.

Their eyes met, equally heavy and desirous in the golden light of the throne room. His gaze roamed her body and she was surprised by how unaffected by embarrassment she was at the intensity. She slouched bare on his throne, and Cardan seemed positively thrilled by the notion.

He breathed heavily as his hands fell to his laces. She watched, entranced, as he pushed his breeches down his legs. It wasn’t the first time he’d been exposed to her, nor she to him, yet the effect was as heady as ever. She was frozen still, save for her panting breaths that echoed his own. His tail flicked behind him, betraying impatience before coiling around her calf. She shuddered.

Broken from her own spell, she lifted her hands to the crown at her head, making to remove it.

“Leave it,” he breathed. His hands caught her wrists and lowered her hands from the ornate headpiece that sat between unkempt braids. She looked curiously at him, question in her eyes. “You look just like in my dreams,” he added, by way of explanation.

“Oh,” she breathed lamely.

He cupped her cheeks with a gentle touch, kissing her soft on the lips. His fingers slid to the back of her neck, catching on waves of hair in the process. She was too stunned to do much other than kiss him softly back. It was in complete contrast to earlier.

He tugged her to her feet, and he stepped out of his trousers that had pooled at his angles, feet already bare having ditched his pointed silver shoes much earlier on. With a quick turn, he was sat on the throne and he pulled her to straddle him.

She rubbed against him, luxuriating in the feel of his hard length straining beneath her. He groaned at the friction she created, his lids falling heavily in response. The black-tipped tail flicked against her back with slow sweeps eliciting shivers in their wake. She kissed him harder, desiring more. Desiring him. Desiring —

“I want you,” he said. “My Jude. My wife. My queen.”

Jude nodded, moving to kiss him again but he pulled back and put a finger to her lips in pause.

“Say it.” A request, his body shaking under her.

“Yes,” she breathed. An answer to earlier questions, perhaps. Her voice shook even as she added, “I want you.”

“Again,” Cardan pleaded as she reached between their bodies.

She wrapped her fingers around him, watching his eyes darken in pleasure as she applied her own ministrations to his throbbing length. His palms left her hair, dropping to the small of her back, fingertips digging into the soft skin there. He groaned as she quickened her motions, her hand slick with his desire.

“I want you,” she said, rising to her knees and angling his cock at her entrance. Her body quaked in the anticipation, heat pulsing heavy in her core. She stared down, watching as she slid over him to join their bodies.

“Jude.”

Neither moved for a moment, reveling in the feeling that they created together within a world of passionate harmony. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his body trembling. It was perhaps the most vulnerable, intimate thing she’d ever witnessed and all the truths she didn’t say, wouldn’t say, couldn’t decipher got caught in her throat. She wrapped her arms tight around his shoulders, holding him to her. Her fingers curled in the soft curls at the nape of his neck and his mouth lavished her collarbone with sloppy kisses.

She rolled her hips, testing the waters with a tentative air. A low, quiet moan spilled from her lips and she did it again, and again. The pressure within her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, heat rising in her body with incredible force.

“I shouldn’t have come back —” she whispered, the words slipping out without a single thought. He raised his head to look at her before swallowing her statement in a kiss and a breath. “I shouldn’t have —” she tried again, and he nipped at her ear.

“Tell me all your pretty lies, Jude,” he whispered, thrusting his hips beneath her.

“It’s not a lie,” she shuddered, fingers grasping onto his shoulders as she met his next movement with a deep moan.

“You belong beside me.”

“Cardan,” she warned.

His hands reached her hips and she braced herself with one hand against the back of the throne while her other held onto his shoulder, fingernails digging crescent moons upon his smooth, creamy skin.

Jude moved over him with more fervor, as if she could fuck his words from existence. She couldn’t hear those things, didn’t want to. She’d gotten her hopes mixed up with reality and desire and lost so much already. Months in the mortal realm couldn’t wipe away that betrayal. She didn’t know her next move, and that didn’t frighten her nearly as much as not knowing Cardan’s.

The anger she’d felt earlier bubbled back to the surface of her emotions. She couldn’t trust his truths, the words he managed to wield like shiny new weapons. The worst of it was that he believed the things that came out of his mouth. Somehow, for some reason, he truly believed she belonged in a crown at his side. But why?

The humiliation, the embarrassment, the sound of the court’s laughter as they stared at her during the coronation —

She dug her fingernails deeper yet, her mouth crashing against his and tugging his lower lip between teeth. A metallic taste tinted with something almost flowery and decidedly Cardan hit her tongue and she knew she’d drawn blood. It pleased her, spurning her on and she rode him harder, faster, licking the taste of him off her lips.

“I hate you,” she panted. While those words sometimes hid an array of deeper emotions, in that moment, as the sounds of their bodies slapping together and his groans filled her ears and her own moans echoed throughout, Jude knew they were a perfect truth. Tell me your lies, he’d asked, but she gave him entire honesty.

She hated not knowing his intentions. She hated that she couldn’t trust him, never truly did. She hated that — she wanted to believe it all. She’d lost so much her entire life, given up whole parts of herself to become someone that would fit into this world of tricks and fears. Was it so much that she wanted to be able to let down her guard just once, to stop fighting, to stop feeling so much anger?

“Show me how much you hate me, Jude,” he prompted, voice guttural.

“Shut up, Cardan,” she hissed, placing a palm over his mouth and thus giving him little choice but to obey the command. Her other hand met his throat yet again, applying pressure enough that she supposed he might grow lightheaded though avoid harming him.

He growled, his tail tightening against her thigh, no longer flicking languid strokes in pleasure but growing taut in a climax. She felt it herself building inside, sounds pouring from her mouth as she thrust his length deeper into him, her movements now shallower and quicker and harder than they’d been until now. His own hips bucked up with intent, his palms holding her close and driving her deeper atop his cock.

She slipped her palm away from his mouth, fingers sliding to the back of his hair, tugging into the locks as she kissed the metallic taste of him so that she’d not be tempted to cry out his name as she reached her climax in one crashing moment. He hadn’t the same restraint, and her name was like a mantra as he came inside her, “JudeJudeJude.”

Her vision swam and she let out a whimpering moan as her body collapsed against his, spent. Her skin was sticky with sweat, walnut curls plastered against her neck and back. Cardan seemed not to mind as he wound his arms around her, keeping her against him as they both rode their final waves. She slouched into him, all tension gone from her limp figure.

“How do you not see it?” he whispered after their hearts began to slow back to normal, low enough that she nearly didn’t catch it.

Jude lifted her head to meet his eyes, trying to read him. She kept expression from her face as she shivered, pulling herself out of his arms and separating them with a sense of finality. He watched her move, his lean form stretched across the throne having no shame at his nudity. She noticed his lips to be painted red from her ministrations, bruises and crescent cuts along his shoulders.

She reached for her gown, slipping it back on in a hurry. The shoulder straps were twisted, one of the layers of black skirt caught in on itself. Her hair was a complete mess, no longer arranged in intricate braids and twists but rather collapsed and fallen and frizzed. She looked every bit the mess she felt, and nothing of the Queen she fancied herself at the start of this day.

“See what, Cardan?” she asked, wiping her mouth on her palm. She came away with blood — his, she presumed. She removed the crown from her head, her shoulders rising in a deep breath as though the weight of the world had been lifted from her. “Don’t you get it? This is all a game.” She threw her arms out to either side in a sweeping gesture encapsulating the whole of the throne room. “I don’t even know who’s playing anymore.” She took several steps until she stood at her shoes, slipping her toes back into them. “We’re just pawns to one another.” She paused, the crown dangling from her fingers at her side as she fixed him with a heavy stare full of too much emotion for even herself to decipher. “It’s time to cut the puppet strings, King.”

She turned on her heel, crossing the expansive throne room in silence save for the clacking of her shoes against the floors. Budding flowers settled in corners and vines crept up the walls — foliage that wasn’t there before. She resisted the urge to look back at Cardan, determined to keep any upper hand possible in a world where words were twisted and meanings hidden.  

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[spiffydolan]

Hey so since you did such a GREAT job describing Ethan's hands...how do u feel about his thighs. Personally his hands, lips, and eyes are my favorite!🌹

ngl I’ve always been into tall soccer boys, because they have cute, skinny legs. But then Grayson came along and really fucked me up with his thiccc thighs… but this post is not about Grayson. Nope. We are here for Ethan, and I’ve found a happy medium with Ethan’s thighs.

- I think his thighs, really his legs in general, have the perfect amount of hair. That’s such a weird thing to even say… like it’s not too much, but it’s definitely there. He’s defff a man.- He’s definitely got muscle there too, but it’s not overly present. I like that type.- I really really love all of his tattoos, especially some of the new ones. I love the hand with the nails scratching – this would be a pretty accurate representation of me, I believe. 😂- I love the idea of having them on his thigh, because they are easy to coverup if they need to be. Not that he has to worry about covering them up for work necessarily, but for example: my dad is suuuuper against tattoos. My dad could easily just not know about Ethan’s tattoos (not forever, but just until he decides he likes Ethan. I think he could accept the tats at that point.)- But even aside from that, I like that it’s not flashy and all over his arms ya know. That’s just not my personal preference. They go all the way up his thigh and it would be kind of a personal thing, like not many people get to look at them like I do 😏- I’ll be honest, I don’t have many thoughts about his thighs that aren’t a bit racy… so let’s just get right into it.

- So I can just kinda imagine being everywhere and just wanting to grab any piece of him I can. That sounds weird; allow me to elaborate. I would just want to be able to feel him all the time, like even just standing close to him and our arms or legs brush up against each other or like holding his hand, his arm, or his thigh ya know. - I can see him coming home with a new tattoo on one of his thighs. I’m honestly fascinated by any tattoos, anywhere… but especially on my mans. I can see him showing it off to me and me just staring at it for a while, wanting to graze my fingers along it, but not wanting to hurt him because it’s still fresh. (now that I’m thinking about it… I don’t think it would actually hurt to touch it… but idk man. I don’t have any ha) He’d explain the deeper meaning behind it which is bound to blow me away. - I can’t necessarily say this with certainty, but I think I’m really into teasing. I would literally have loads of fun teasing Ethan. He would definitely tease me too, and I’d hate it but also love it. - I think it would absolutely eat Ethan alive if we were at dinner with friends and I sneakily gripped his thigh under the table (in all fairness, he probably started it first). I would lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, and whisper something about how I couldn’t wait to be alone with him and idk something about riding his thigh. I’d notice him swallow deeply at my comment, and I would just kinda smirk to myself and move my hand upwards a little bit.

There were many things I didn’t know about until I joined the fandom. Suddenly I was hit by a bus filled with filthy minded, but nonetheless lovely, people obsessed with two kids from Jersey. I’ve learned a lot of knew things since joining 😂 Thigh riding would be one of those things.

- I can imagine going on a nice Sunday afternoon drive, just to get out of the city for a bit. I could see his tattoos peaking out from under his shorts, and at some point I would just graze my fingers over them. (You can hate on his tattoos all you want, but oof I love them. They do things to me.) And I mean if I’m feelin’ it, I’d probably run my hand higher under his shorts. whoops can’t explain further than that. I’d look up at his face, noticing his clenched jaw and heavy breathing. He’d immediately find a place to pull over and pull me onto his lap. Thigh riding is bound to ensue at this point. - idk it’s difficult to really explain how I feel about his thighs without feeling too uncomfortable hahah- Overall I would just love to grab his thigh(s) when we’re at places that we can’t necessarily do things, just to get under his skin. I think that would be one of his biggest weaknesses. And ofc thigh riding. One of both of our weaknesses

LIKE C’MON. YOU CAN’T TELL MY YOU DON’T WANNA

RIDE THOSE THIGHS MM

I really liked thinking about this, but I hate I couldn’t go into much detail. Just not super duper comfortable ya know. But I know you can use your imagination. Also, sorry I wrote this is first person :/ I usually try to say “you” instead of “I” but this is so opinionated lol hope it’s okee with ya 💙

Here’s a nice blurb of Ethan’s eyes, courtesy of @california-grethanHere’s the link to my thoughts on his handsSo I guess that only leaves one thing left 😏 his lips asdfjlk coming soon