#you have bigger problems to worry about if it pisses you off THAT much

[newbiealliance]

dare i say its extremely fucking weird for people to shit on object shows for being "childish" when the majority of people who make/enjoy them are autistic

[bunnys-kisses]

omg bunny I love love love your writing. my daddy issues especially love your toto and fernando pieces, so I have maybe a biggish order. may I get fudge + eclairs + scones + cinnamon rolls + peanut butter bars + on the house served by fernando alonso?? much love and support <33

bakery menu!

want to suggest your own order? then suggest your own! i'd love to hear what you order! so thank you to those who have suggested their own orders, these have been a lot of fun to write. so thank you! and don't worry anon about the bigger order, i'm glad i can write good content for ya!!!

fudge ("your father is pissing me off.") + eclairs ("the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut.") + scones ("but what if they see us!") + cinnamon rolls ("no one needs to know.") + peanut butter bars(“scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”) + on the house (bubble tea: daddy kink) served by fernando alonso

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/40s), stroll!reader, dirty talking/degrading language, daddy issues (!!!)

you remember the first time you were with fernando alonso. you had returned from school in montreal and were two years older than your brother (who was fernando's teammate). he remembered seeing you in the sea of green, you were in bubble gum pink. with lips that looked softer than velvet and dark eyes that pulled fernando in.

"you know i like a man with big shoulders." you giggled as you placed you pretty pink nails on him. you almost stood at eye level with him. and while most girls your age loved much taller men, you liked fernando's closeness to your height.

didn't make him any less of a passionate lover.

the words, "no one needs to know." was the light that set your intimate relationship with frenando ablaze. you didn't see a problem in fucking a man almost double your age and was a teammate of your brother. you were very much an adult.

"ah, daddy!" you yelped when fernando, snapped the back of your panties against your backside. you pouted at him, "you said you weren't going to be mean! this is mean!"

"well, your father is pissing me off." he replied as he placed both hands on your back side and pushed you over further until your hands were almost touching the ground. he liked bending you to his liking. to shape you into a woman worthy of his cock.

you stuck your tongue out to yourself and then yelped when he rubbed his clothed cock against your behind.

"round like a peach and soft like one." he squeezed your hips,

you whined, “scratch me, bite me, just mark me daddy. show them I’m yours.” as much as fernando would love to do that, he'd love to mark your pretty thighs and neck and send you back to your family.

what would poor lance-y think that his older sister for defiled by his teammate, a much older man.

his hands dug into your further and you whined, you could feel the leap in your chest. a shudder went through you as your nipples got hard.

you were near naked save for your cotton candy blue panties with ice cream cones printed on them. ever so sweet, ever so perfect for him. he felt a heat do its rounds through his body.

"daddy." you whimpered.

he rubbed up against your backside even more. his hands planted firm on your softness. you felt like a beautiful dream to him, a ripe fruit ready for the taking. it didn't help that he had sank his teeth into you many times. he replied, "you should so pretty with my title on your tongue." he bent over you and kissed at your neck while he sank two of his fingers into your mouth. you moaned around them and it was painfully hot.

"daddy." you said in a mess around his fingers while he grinded against you. you couldn't get out from under his grasp, but it excited you. it made your chest leap. he held such power of you, a delicious embodiment of your daddy issues!

older man, a little mean, a little rugged, in one of the top sports of the world with money to spare. you didn't need the money (major trust fund baby), but everything else made you excited to get on fernando's cock.

"can't think of anything else?" he asked before he pulled you back upright and against his chest. he groped your breasts and watched you squirm. he was always so rough with you. it wasn't long before you ended up on the bed.

face down, ass up. your panties stripped from you easily before fernando started to undress himself. you were painfully cute, so submissive under him. he could easily take you apart and put you back together.

you pouted against the covers, even wiggling a little to entice him to move a little faster, "i'm not getting any younger!" you whined and then felt a shift on the bed behind you which made your stomach twist up.

"oh no you're not. but that's hard to say by how you act. you are your daddy's little princess. but, when it's just us. you're my dumb little thing. my stupid little whore who doesn't know left from right." he watched you squirm under him.

you whined, "i'm a good girl!"

he chuckled and rubbed against your further, his strong arms wrapped around you middle, "no, no fuck, the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut." he easily got his cock into you and watched you moan loudly.

"please, fernando." you whined as you gripped onto the covers under you. it felt like the man's cock was in your chest as he started to move against you.

"such a stupid little thing." he said, "you're useless to your father with your little degree. but when me, you shine. you love how i take you. how i am mean to you. you're entire life you've been the princess, but now you're mine." he kept his arms around your middle to keep the best pace with his movements.

your noises were loud, thankful that you were at fernando's home. even if he was murdering you, no one would come to your aid. so you could yell your little heart out and beg your daddy to take such good care of you."

you panted against the covers as the pleasure coursed through your body. there was no way to slice this, you were basically owned by fernando. every cell of your body called for him. your hips shifted at the need for the older man grew in your gut.

"see, this is how i know you're made for me. you let me ruin you for every other man on the planet." he moved faster, his pace was almost brutal and it made you run hot all over.

it was painfully hot to be under him, it made your head flood with heat. you whined, "please, daddy! don't be so mean to me!" you arched your back a little bit and felt the throb of pleasure in your skull.

it was a dull throb that reached down to your core and made you run painfully hot.

"no, my princess.' he said as he kissed up your spine and felt your clench around him. a pretty thing like you was always handled like glass, fernando was trying to toughen you up a little. make you less pouty. you brat.

he continued to rut against you with a feverish pace and you only got louder against the covers. you could feel the heat in your body as he fucked you. there was little mercy with his movements. and even when you protested, you loved it.

you whined against the covers as he fucked you. you held on tightly while he worked your pussy. you could feel your organs moved up from the force of his thrust. you arched your back a little more, feeling tension all over you.

"please, daddy." you whined, "i can't take anymore!"

"mm, that's what i like to hear. maybe next time i'll film you and send it to your darling brother." and you gripped tightly from fernando's words. he knew how to get under your skin. you came around his cock and it made everything feel on high alert in the best way possible.

your noises were loud against the covers and fernando encouraged them by slamming into you. his cock hit in all the right places. and he continued to hit against them as he chased his own climax. it was only right for him to let you finish first, but he'll always get his own climax. he held you tighter in his strong arms.

"perfect." he groaned as he pushed his cock all the way inside of you and finish inside of you. he made a big mess of your pussy, cum stuck to your insides and it left you feeling elated. he slowed his pace and ended up resting on top of you.

you laid under him and smiled a little from the weight against you. you got comfortable as fernando eventually got off of you and beside you with an arm draped over your middle.

you were daddy's favourite. even if you weren't your daddy's favourite. <3

[bloatedandalone04]

It Comes Back

➪the one where you and lip are broken up (but not for long).

Warnings: swearing, shameless themes, mentions of alcohol, drinking, fake ass friends, angst, fluff, kissing (oh no), drunk reader, pet names.

Word Count: 3.4k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The pounding on the door never went away, despite Lip ignoring it for about five minutes now. If he didn’t do something about it soon, everyone in the house would wake up and he’d have a bigger problem to deal with. 

He sits up from his lying position and stands up from the couch, making his way towards the front door with an irritated look on his face. Swinging the door open, he was met with the annoyed faces of your friends, Daneel and Marissa. “Fucking finally,” Marissa muttered and it was then when Lip noticed your slouched form. Your arms were draped over your friends’ shoulders as you struggled to stand up properly. “Ever heard of opening a door?”

“I just did,” he replied and narrowed his eyes at the way they were both doing a piss poor job at keeping you upright. “What’s wrong with her?” He tried to hide his concern, but there was no denying that he was more than a bit worried at the state you were currently in.

“She can’t handle alcohol to save her life,” Daneel grunted as she pushed your arm off her. “That’s what’s wrong with her.”

Lip glared at her as he instinctively reached out to grab your wrist before you were sent stumbling back. “How much has she had to drink?” 

“Not a fucking clue,” Marissa laughed as she pushed you into the arms of your ex-boyfriend. “I lost count after her third beer.”

“Fuck,” he muttered as he held your nearly limp body against his chest with one hand. The other one reached up to brush away the messy strands of hair from your face, and his gaze softened at the sad expression you wore as you refused to meet his eyes. He looked back over at your friends and furrowed his brows when he saw that they were halfway down the stairs. “Hey, where the hell are you two going?”

“Back to the bar,” Daneel called back. “We just wanted to make sure Boozie over here got home safely.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t her house,” he pointed out, but his words didn’t seem to affect the two girls. 

“Right, you guys broke up, didn’t you?” Marissa laughed quietly and gave Daneel a shrug. “Maybe that’s why she was so depressed tonight.”

They both laughed at that before waving at Lip and walking down the street. 

“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered as he wrapped your arm around his shoulder and guided you inside. He sat you down on the couch where he previously was, before heading back towards the door and peeking out at the retreating forms of your friends. He scoffed and flipped them off before shutting the door loudly. He usually didn’t bother with locking it when it was just him and his family there, but since you were only a few feet away from him and drunk, he found himself twisting the lock. 

Back in the living room, Lip finds your shivering form still on the couch. He noticed the way your arms were wrapped around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up, so he took it upon himself to grab a blanket from off a pile of magazines that was near the window. 

He draped it across your shoulders and watched as you gave him a drunken, grateful smile, before he sat down next to you. He tried not to think about the last time he was on the couch with you, back when the two of you broke up and you left the house in tears. It was hard to think that the time before that was when he had the house to himself for once and fucked you into the very cushions you were sitting on. 

Lip had to hold back a groan at the memory of it. You were drunk and very clearly upset, and he needed to be there for you, despite it being just over a week and a half since you broke up.

“Thanks,” you murmur softly as you bury yourself in the blanket. As you inhaled the scent that was the Gallagher’s, your brows furrowed and your eyes closed a bit more. “Wait, why am I here?”

Lip shook his head and leaned back on the couch, his elbow pressing into the armrest as he huffed, “Because your so called friends are fucking idiots,” he muttered and turned his head to look at you. “I’ve told you that before, I don’t know why you hang out with them.”

You refuse to meet his eyes as you give him a pathetic shrug. “Because they’re my friends,” you offer weakly and don’t have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes. 

“Friends don’t pull the kind of shit that they just did,” he mumbled and desperately wanted to light a cigarette right now, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended. “Fuck, I mean…we’re fucking friends, and I wouldn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t leave you.”

Lip wasn’t actually sure where he stood with you. You were exes, sure, but friends? He had no clue if you were even friends at this point, but the whole relationship had originally started out as a friendship, so it wasn’t like you two couldn’t go back to that, no matter how much he hated the thought of just being your friend. 

“I was ruining their night,” you weakly tried defending your friends while also calling yourself out. 

Lip scoffed. “They told you that?”

You shake your head and inch closer to him, your body beginning to feel weak with fatigue. “They didn’t have to,” you mumbled. “I could tell I was being a wallflower, and they shouldn’t have to babysit me all night long just because I can’t get my shit together.”

He shook his head at your words. You were always one to defend the fucking idiots in your life, himself included whenever you stuck your neck out for him when you were still together. He tried to ignore the way you leaned even closer to him and was barely able to keep yourself upright. “They shouldn’t have invited you out in the first place when they knew you weren’t in the right state of mind to drink as much as you did,” he said, before quickly adding. “Which was fucking dumb, by the way. What were you thinking? You can barely handle one beer, let alone three.”

You look down at his lap, embarrassment washing over you at his tone. You felt like he was your parent and lecturing you about sticking to your limit when out at the bar, but he really wasn’t much better. “I was thinking about you,” you mutter and see his head turn to face you out of the corner of your eye. “I’m always thinking about you, and for one night, just one fucking night, I wanted to forget. I want to forget you.” 

Lip felt his heart deflate a bit at that, but he knew you were completely wasted, and he held onto that fact. There was no way you meant that, right? You had been together for nearly two years before calling it quits, and he’d hate to think he hurt you so much that you were beginning to regret getting with him in the first place. 

He wasn’t able to wallow in self pity for much longer, as you continued before he could even think about how to respond to that, “I still want you, still love you and I wish I never met you,” 

Your words caught him off guard, and he really wanted that cigarette now. 

He looked over at you and felt his shoulders tense up at the sad expression you wore. You weren’t making any sense, and he could only hope you would feel up to talk to him about this in the morning, when you were sober. 

For a minute, Lip let himself go back to when you were both so happy and together. He found himself getting lost in how it felt to be so close to you again, and how much he missed being around you, how much he missed you. “You should get some sleep, baby,” the name slipped past his lips before he could even stop himself, so used to calling you that, but you didn’t seem to mind as you just nodded. “You’re going to feel fucked up tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes and leaned towards him. He was about to stand up so you could lay down properly on the couch, but stopped when you blindly reached out to push him back down. When he is sitting down again, you wrap the blanket further around you before laying your head down on his thigh and using it as a pillow. 

Lip couldn’t move now even if he wanted to, and he really didn’t, as you fell asleep almost instantly. He sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair and glanced at the clock. The time read 2:35 in the morning, and he wondered just how much of this you would remember when you woke up in a few hours. 

-

He woke up the next morning when Fiona had made her way down the stairs, her being the first of many Gallagher’s to wake up. He lifted his head up from where it had tilted back against the top of the couch sometime last night when he fell asleep, and groaned quietly at the stiff muscles in his neck.

As his older sister passed by the door frame, she stopped and backtracked when she caught sight of you with your head still resting on his thigh, and your arm draped over his knee. She furrowed her brows as she mouthed, “Are you back together?”

Lip shook his head and watched the glimmer of hope fade from her face as the sound of Ian bounding down the stairs was heard throughout the house. “Oh, shit,” he said in surprise when he, too, saw you on the couch. “Are you guys back together?” 

Fiona answered for her brother, “No, they’re not,” 

Ian looked confused as he asked, “Then why is she sleeping on you?”

“Her fuckhead friends dropped her off here last night,” Lip said and looked down at you, the movement making his neck ache but he didn’t mind it as he caught sight of the way your lashes fluttered against your cheek. “Apparently she ruined their fun by drinking too much.”

Fiona cringed as she grabbed a mug. “Poor girl,”

Debbie was next to walk down the stairs, and her loud morning voice was what woke you up. Lip’s thigh was sore as you slowly lifted your head from it, and he decided that he liked it when you fell asleep on his chest a lot better. 

Your eyes are barely open as you sit up and immediately cover your ears when Debbie notices you. “Is that Y/n?!” She asked excitedly and ran over to you. You had no time to process anything as she threw herself at you in an embrace. 

“Hi, Debs,” you mutter, clearly confused as you hardly return the hug before she pulls away. 

“Knock it off,” Lip says as he tugs his sister away from you, knowing that you weren’t at all a morning person and were probably refraining from going off on the kid for waking you up. 

“Yeah, Deb, lay off the sugar before bed,” Fiona says sternly as she hands you a mug. You take it from her and sip the coffee, grunting in disgust when you were met with a bitter taste. “Black coffee is the best way to reduce a hangover. Take it from me.” 

You slouch back against the couch as you hold the mug with both hands, still in the process of waking up. Glancing to your right, you notice Lip still sitting next to you. “What happened last night?” You ask as you try to recall how exactly you ended up on your ex-boyfriend’s couch. 

“You got drunk, like, really drunk, and Melissa and Danielle dropped you off here,”

“Melissa and Danielle?” You ask with a furrowed brow before realizing who he was talking about. “Oh, you mean Marissa and Daneel?”

“Same difference,” he muttered just as Carl came flying down the stairs in a mess of limbs.

He reached the bottom and shot up when he walked by the couch. “Oh, hey, Y/n,” he greeted you as if your presence here was a normal thing, and up until almost two weeks ago, it was. 

You give him a half-assed wave before closing your eyes tightly and praying that you will survive the pounding in your head. 

Fiona must have felt bad for you as she quickly gathered up a few lunch foods before throwing them in a couple of disposable brown bags. “Okay, time to let the drunk girl rest,” she said and guided Ian, Debbie, Carl and Liam towards the front door. “Time to go to school. Lip, I take it you’re staying home to look after her?” She nodded at you and he waved her off as he stood up. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he said and walked into the kitchen. 

Soon, the house was empty except for you and Lip, and you cower further into the couch as you listen to him rummage around in the next room. After drinking half of the gross coffee, you felt well enough to sit up properly and shrug the blanket off of you, hating how it smelled like your ex. 

You place the mug on the coffee table just as he exits the kitchen with a plate in his hand. He sits next to you again, though a bit further away than before, and holds the plate out to you. “Toast?” You ask as you eye the food, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the fact that he had made you some form of breakfast, despite him not needing to. 

“With jam,” he corrected with a quick smile before it was gone and you were shaking your head. “It’s all we have.”

“Thank you,” you take the plate from him and lift the toast up to your mouth, taking the smallest bite possible out of it. 

“So,” he starts as you chew the lightly toasted piece of bread, hating that he knew your toast preferences so well. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

You put the toast back onto the plate and think about it for a second, before shaking your head. “Not really,” you answer and set the plate down on your lap. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Yeah,” he said, lifting his hand and massaging the stiffness out of the back of his neck. “Your scummy friends ditched you with me because you got drunk.”

You rolled your eyes and shove the plate back into his hands before grabbing the mug and standing up. “Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean they’re scummy,” you mutter and walk into the kitchen, finishing off the coffee and setting the mug down in the sink.

Lip scoffs as he bites into the toast he made for you. “No, them dropping you off at your ex-boyfriends house so they don’t have to keep an eye on you and to go get drunk makes them scummy,” he calls out to you and sets the half eaten toast on the plate, leaving it on the couch as he gets up to go after you. He finds you leaning against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest as you stare at him. 

You were still in the black dress you wore to the bar last night, and he was pretty sure that it was his favorite one, as he recalls complimenting you every time you wore it out with him. “They’re not so bad,” you say quietly, and Lip was about done with hearing you defend the people who abandoned you. 

“They’re the fucking worst,” he said, fed up. “I asked you this before, and even though you didn’t give me a decent answer then, I’m going to ask you again. Why the fuck do you continue to hang out with them?” 

You shrug pathetically as you avoid eye contact with him. “Because they’re all I have,”

Lip shakes his head at that, not happy with your answer at all as he leaned against the fridge across from where you were. “That’s bullshit,” he grunted. “You had me, you still have me. Why do you let them treat you like that? In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve always let people walk all over you. Then you get pissed off with me when I call you out on it. Why?”

“It was too much,” you mumble and shake your head, crossing your arms tighter. “It felt so right with you, too right. You made this fucked up place seem. You, Fi, fuck, even Carl. You guys are a real family who look out for each other. I never had that, never felt like I deserved it. You know where I came from and what my life was like before I met you. That’s what I deserve, not this. Not you.”

Lip had never heard such nonsense in all his life. He had never heard you talk like that about yourself, and he quickly decided he didn’t like it. “You think you deserve to go back to that life? To how things were before I took you away from all that shit? You don’t,” he crossed his own arms, mirroring your stance as you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “You’re smart, but you’re also fucking dumb if you think I’m going to allow you to go back to that part of your life.”

You tried not to let his words affect you, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at how much he still clearly cared for you. “It’s not up to you,”

“Damn it, Y/n,” he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated at you now. “Why can’t you see yourself in the way that everyone else does? Daneel or Danielle or whoever the fuck she is dosn’t give a shit about you, and you shouldn’t give a shit about her, either.”

You knew he was right, you knew that Daneel and Marissa were the definition of fake friends, but you didn’t have much experience around those who cared for you. Between your friends, parents and your siblings, none of them treated you like how Lip and his family did. Could you really be blamed for believing that you weren’t worthy of him? “They’re all I have-”

“They’re not, baby,” he slipped up and called you by the name once again, but didn’t bother correcting himself as he stepped forward and grabbed your right hand in both of his. “They’re not and you know it. You have me, and my own fucked up family. You have us. You and me.”

You felt shy suddenly as you asked, “Still?” He places your hand flat against his chest so you could feel the steady beat of his heart, something that calms you down as you clarify your question. “I still have you?” 

“Yes,’’ he answered and you don’t bother holding back a sigh of relief. “You still have me.”

“I’m sorry,” you nearly whispered, despite the two of you being the only ones in the house. “I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he said back, moving forward to press his forehead against yours. “Fuck, breaking up was the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.”

You hum in agreement as you bring your other hand up to rest against his chest while his reach down to grip your waist. “You regret it?”

“Are you kidding?” He scoffed before pressing a quick kiss to the skin of your neck. “I haven’t been able to sleep without you, that’s why I was on the couch last night before you even got here.”

Your face heats up at that, as well at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Really?” 

Lip hummed as his forehead returned to yours. 

“Well,” you trailed off as you slid your hands up his chest and set them on the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. “We might have to do something about that. When was the last time you slept for more than a few hours?”

“When did we break up?”

“A week and a half ago,”

“About a week and a half ago,” he answered and you grinned for a second before he was closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours for the first time in nearly two weeks. 

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YOU ALWAYS ADORED YOUR NEIGHBOR. satoru gojo was a sweet man, albeit one with a shit ton of personality. he was much older than you, you estimate around double your age, but he didn't look old, at least from your yard. in fact, he was quite musclar, the white stuble on on his jaw, and the small streaks of grey in his hair were the only indicators of his age. but when you first came into the neighborhood, fresh out of college and a newer home owner, he showed you the ropes. he really was nice, and prettier upfront.

satoru gojo also had kids. he a husband of his own, seemingly settled down and happy. although, that wasn't exactly true. you had no way of knowing, but satoru's arranged marriage wasn't exactly a thing he was happy about.

but when the adorable smile of yours was directed his way in the mornings, he couldn't help but be just a little happier.

this older neighbor of yours give you tips to keep your lawn neat, listen to your random array of hobbies--he'd even indulge in them so you were lonely, he'd happily accept whatever sweets you'd get him, and he'd listen to all of your problems. he spent more bonding time with his younger neighbor, than with his husband.

one problem he listened to in particular, was money. as someone built from old money he has plently.

"why don't you come babysit for my kids? me and my husband are going out this weekend, we could use someone to watch them." once he stated his price you immediately nodded, eager to receive such a large amount of money per hour. plus, you had never been inside of his house, you wondered what his style was. "gladly!"

and when the day came, you were quite nervous. they were going to be out pretty late, so you brought clothes to sleep in and any necessities you needed.

satoru opened the door with his warm dimpled smile when you knocked. "glad to see you! and welcome to my home," he stepped back and allowed you through the door. you looked in awe as your eyes scanned the interior. the house looks bigger on the inside, and it was beautifully furnished. "your house is beautiful, i don't want to step inside," you chuckle lightly, feeling as if you might ruin the rich air of it if you fully stepped inside. satoru laughs, "c'mon."

when you step inside, he closes the door before calling two names. you see two little kids run towards him. the bigger one, likely around five, seemed to have a lot of energy. "this is saori," satoru puts his hand on her head. she had long straight white hair with a few black streaks in them.

"this is five-year-old i warned you about," satoru starts, the girl interrupts him with a frown, "hey!" satoru chuckles, "she has a lot of energy."

the smaller kid trotts up to him. "this is shiro," satoru picks up the kid, holding him gently in his arms. the kid looks exactly like him, bright blue eyes, dimpled smile, and fluffy white hair alike. "this is the three-year-old. he's a lot calmer than saori."

the kids looked pretty nice, it didn't seem like you were going to have any problems. satoru explains the rules, telling you their schedules and anything else. "come on, suguru! i'm ready to go!" a man with straight black hair walks down stairs dressed in a matching suit with satoru. "i'm here, damn."

they soon leave, satoru waving goodbye, and now you're left with the kids.

"let's have a good afternoon, yeah?"

you yawned and checked the clock, nestled comfortably on the couch. it was pretty late, and the kids had been gone to sleep. your eyes drifted shut, only opening when you hear the large slam of the front door. you shoot up, looking worried before you realize it's satoru. yet, he looks visibly pissed off. "wha- oh. you could've slept in the guest room y'know," satoru mumbles, carding his hand through his hair. he visibly relaxes when he sees you aswell.

"what's wrong? if you don't mind me asking," you ask him, tilting your head. you slowly get up off of the couch and walk towards him.

"just a fight, nothing to worry about," satoru pinches the bridge of his nose. "you look pretty upset, i think is something to worry about . . . just a little." your hand gently grabs his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. and even in the darkness of the room, you could tell his eyes were watering.

it felt wrong how close you were, but you couldn't let him be so sad. his smile was one of the things you loved most about him, you hated when you saw it disappear.

when your hand cupped his cheek, you felt as if you crossed a line, but it also felt so right. "gojo—" his lips smash against yours, interrupting your words. it was wrong, but you couldn't help but kiss him back, parting your lips and entangling your tongue with his. "satoru," he whispers, sepreating your lips only to put them back to together. "call me satoru."

the man is taller than you, his arms wrap around your neck as you kiss, feet drifting closer and closer to the couch.

"mm, fuck--" he whispers into your lips, falling back on the comfortable cushion of the couch, pulling you down on top of him. it was adorable how desprate he was, perhaps something was really wrong with his marriage. but that was a thought for after this. your current thoughts are consumed by the older man below you.

satoru whimpers, diamond eyes glossy as he looks up at you. fuck--he sounded sweet. and he looked the part too.

his thigh rubs at your growing buldge, the look in his eyes full of desire. "goj- satoru, are you sure-" satoru's trembling lip interrupts you, "please." please? you never thought he was the type to plead. you nod, "okay."

your hands messily undress him, tearing off his suit until you get to his boxers with confusion. "oh! i- i forgot to tell you," satoru chews on his bottom lip, hands covering the large damp spot on his boxers. although his face turns red when he sees the glint in your eyes. "is- is that fine?" your eyes flicker to his, almost angry he would assume you wouldn't think it was fine.

slipping off his boxers, your mouth watering at the sight. satoru gojo's pussy puffy and hairy, in your face.

your face dips between his legs, your lips mouthing at his pussy. you spread his pussy with your thumbs, licking and sucking at him. "a-ah!" satoru whines, legs twitching as you make out with his cunt. "oh fuck! you're so good, so much--fuck!" his eyes roll and cross, hands entangled in your hair. "oh! 'm cumming! 'm cumming!"

his legs clamp around your head as he squirts in your face. your neighbor, just squirted in your face.

you lift your head from your legs, panting and licking your lips. satoru's eyes flutter, looking up at you with a shaky smile. sitting up, you smile at his throbbing clit. "didn't know you could-" satoru yelps when you lift up his lower half to your face. your lips attach to his clit, sucking and licking on his pink clit. satoru laughs, "you're so energetic! that because your young?"

your eyes look down and lock with his. "i just like your body," you mumble into his pussy, "so good."

satoru whines as you eat him out. "gunna squirt in m'face again?" you whisper, closing your eyes at his taste. satoru doesn't answer, although you can guess why his legs shut around your head again. strings of moans and your name leaves his lips. "pleasepleasepleeease," he whispers.

his legs tremble as he squirts with a yell again. satoru's legs fall slack in your hold before you set his lower half down. satoru looks up at you with low eyes, seeing his release all over your lips and chin.

"need you do that again. just on m'cock this time," you whisper pushing down your grey sweats, staring down at him with lustful eyes. satoru smiles, spreading his glistening thighs for you.

all thoughts or awareness of anything else are thrown from his head when his eyes lock onto your cock, when he fills the tip push between his puffy and red folds, when you sink into him and fill him to the brim. fuck- you're bigger than suguru. "mmph! f-fu . . . hah," satoru swallows when your cock stretches his cunt perfectly, like you were made for him.

you lean down, pushing his flexing thighs with you. his calves rest on your shoulders and you interwine his fingers with yours, holding them above his head.

"f-fuck! you feel s'good," you moan, focusing on the wet sound of his cunt taking your cock. and clearly the squelching and the wet skin slapping was turning him on as his walls squeeze you as if not wanting to leave. you lean and press your lips to his, smiling at how his eyes were unfocused and cross. your tongues messily tangible, saliva dripping down the corner of his lips.

"ngh—! a-ah . . . AHnNg!" no thoughts were in the older man's head when he felt your cum shoot into him, the warmth making him smile as he milks your cock, cumming himself.

his awareness and judgement had long been thrown into the dark depths of his mind. him nor you even noticed suguru watching you with a boner straining at his pants. then again, how could he focus? his pussy felt a bit too good, better than he's felt in a while simply because of work interference.

saori always wanted a little sister.

𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗘? JOIN?

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SR Sebek Zigvolt - Ceremonial Robes Vignette

"I shall speak quickly!!"

[Mirror Chamber]

Sebek: Hm... I think this should be the route my lord should take to today's ceremony.

Crowley: Ah, good timing. Zigvolt-kun!

Sebek: Headmage…? I was not aware of any meetings you may have with my liege…

Crowley: Am I not allowed to casually speak to my own students?

Crowley: Although actually, I was hoping you could help me prepare for the ceremony we are holding later. We are currently a little short-handed.

Crowley: There are two things I wish to request.

Crowley: First is escorting the guests. Second is to carry chairs and desks from Ramshackle.

Crowley: Both are simple tasks. Would you attend to these?

Sebek: Since it is a personal request from the Headmage yourself, I shall not refuse. I accept.

Sebek: Although, it is very evident that more assistance would be needed…

Crowley: Ah, no need to worry about that. I've already wrangled up three other fantastic helping hands.

Crowley: Or perhaps I should actually say it's 3 pairs of human hands, and one with paws…?

Grim: Myaaaaaaah!! I never said I was gonna help!

1. We have to. 2. Good students would do the tasks given them.

Jamil: Headmage, I would appreciate this being over with swiftly.

Sebek: Grim and [Yuu], huh. And the Vice Housewarden from Scarabia.

Sebek: Two scrawny humans and a small animal. I don't mean to be rude, but will these three be sufficient?

Jamil: If you have any complaints, you can ask someone else, then.

Crowley: Now, now. Grim-kun and [Yuu]-kun are probably the most knowledgeable when it comes to Ramshackle.

Crowley: Please have the two of them show you exactly where the chairs and desks are stored. Now then, I'll leave it to you all.

Jamil: So, that basically means [Yuu] and Grim will be getting the chairs and desks.

Sebek: It'll take all day if I leave it to just you two. I'll help as well.

Grim: The way you say that kinda pisses me off!

Sebek: I simply spoke the truth. How many chairs are you able to even carry in those little paws of yours?

Jamil: Hey, no fighting. I guess that means I'll be escorting the guests. [Yuu], look after these two.

Sebek: I cannot allow anything to keep my lord waiting for me. We should finish these tasks as quickly as possible.

Sebek: Hey, you two. Hurry and take me to Ramshackle, already.

Grim: Don't be tryin' to boss me around just 'cause you're bigger than me!

[Ramshackle Dorm – Hallway]

Sebek: So, this is the room with all the chairs and desks, I see. Then, allow me…

1. If you try to open it too forcefully… 2. We haven't started cleaning that room yet!

Grim: Yahoo, just slam that sucker open!

[SLAM!!]

Sebek: Urgh!? [cough, cough] Wh-what's with all the dust…!? It's as though it has been neglected for decades...

Grim: Myaha! Serves you right!

Sebek: Grim, you little… [cough] If you keep messing around, we'll never finish our tasks!

Grim: Hrk… Guess this guy has a point somehow…

Sebek: [sigh] …The room is one thing, but it looks like the chairs and desks aren't that dusty.

Sebek: However, it's not like they can be used as they are now. I'll bring them outside the room, so you two should wipe them down quickly.

1. Got it! 2. You good with that, Grim?

Grim: Hrrrrn～ Then, I guess I'll go and do ya the honor of grabbing a rag for ya! You better thank me!

Sebek: A good retainer knows that action speak louder than words. Hurry and bring that cleaning cloth already.

Grim: Mrraaah! You're just so annoyin'!

Sebek: Alright. I've finished carrying out all the chairs and desks. Have you finished wiping them all down?

Grim: Oh, yeah, we're done! They're all spick and span!

Sebek: Time to carry these to the Mirror Chamber, then. It may take us a few trips to carry all of these.

Sebek: Hup…

Grim: Myah!? You sure you can just carry 8 chairs like that!?

Sebek: Of course, this small amount is no problem whatsoever.

Grim: I-I can totally do that too, I just gotta use magic… Hyah! Myaah～?

Sebek: You're too shaky. It's much more efficient to carry these by hand while in a narrow corridor, instead of attempting to use magic.

Sebek: Hurry, we must away.

1. Then, I'll carry a desk. 2. Upsy-daisy…

Sebek: ! Hey, careful! I'm stacking the chairs right here, if you just haphazardly try to lift it like that…

Grim: Ah, watch out! The chairs are about ta fall!

Sebek: Urk!

[rattle, rattle]

Sebek: ...Whew, somehow I kept it from toppling over.

Sebek: [Yuu], how long to you intend on using my arms as a shield? I need you to move.

1. S-Sorry. 2. Thank you.

Sebek: I see your powerless human self is in full force. I cannot leave this to you, I'll carry the desks as well.

Sebek: It generally falls to me to carry heavy items in Diasomnia, as well.

1. They really rely on you, huh. 2. You're really strong, huh.

Sebek: Heh. Well, that's because I train every day so as I can protect my liege, Malleus-sama.

Sebek: SO IT IS ONLY NATURAL THAT BOTH MY LEIGE AND LILIA-SAMA WOULD SOLICIT MY ABILITIES!!!!!!!

Sebek: Why, just the other day, I had my lord's lab coat...

Grim: Myah! Look, [Yuu], Sebek! Carryin' chairs with magic's easy-peasy!

Sebek: H-Hey, keep an eye forward! You're going to bump into the corner!!

[crash!]

Grim: Myaaaah! I'm trapped under all the chairs! …Help meeee～!

[Mirror Chamber]

Sebek: Headmage, all the chairs and desks have been brought over here to the Mirror Chamber! …Headmaster, are you here!?

Jamil: Apparently, the Headmaster is entertaining the guests before the ceremony begins. He left just as I arrived a moment ago.

Sebek: I see… Then, what should be done about these chairs and desks?

Jamil: I made sure to ask how they were to be arranged, so I'll instruct you on what to do. [sigh] …It really seems like we got the short end of the stick.

Grim: Seriously! I'm gonna be pooped before the ceremony even starts!

Sebek: Nothing will get done if all you do is sit there and complain. We should finish this task quickly.

1. Let's do our best! 2. Yeah!

Jamil: Alright, then. I'll assign you what you need to do now, so make sure you listen well.

Sebek: Hup, whew… And, this chair should be here in this row.

Grim: Hrrrrn～ I can't get 'em to line up nicely with magic!

Sebek: You should just do what [Yuu] is doing and line them up by hand. …Hm? Are those chairs over there flying in a row into position?

Jamil: Hyah… There we go.

Grim: Myaaah! That's no fair, he gets to move all the chairs with magic!

Sebek: Urk… Well, there's nothing to be done about it, we're still learning how to more acutely control magic…!

Sebek: …I must quickly learn to control my magic more precisely. I am constantly training to do so, and yet…

1. Oh, is that so. 2. You're really serious about this.

Sebek: That's right. A task of this level would be child's play to my liege, and yet, here I am, still a fledgling…!

Grim: [pant, gasp] …What, you saying this liege-guy is really that amazing or something?

Sebek: Only his retainers may address him as 'my liege'! You should address him as the Mighty Malleus Draconia-sama.

Grim: You say, actin' all high and mighty. Then you should call me the Up-and-Coming Great Mage Grim-sama!

Jamil: Hey, you two. If you have time to stand there and argue, get to work. Don't you want to finish this up quickly?

Sebek: This is not an argument!!!! I am merely enlightening an ungrateful soul on my lord's splendid self.

Sebek: In any case, he is incredible. I'm sure you all heard of his exploits in last years' inter-dorm Spelldrive tournament!

Grim: Myah…?

1. His exploits…? 2. I really don't know.

Sebek: WH-WHAT!!?

Sebek: I cannot believe that there are creatures here in Twisted Wonderland who has absolutely no knowledge of his indomitable achievements…!?

Sebek: Well then, I shall enlighten you. I had not been enrolled here yet, however I was watching the match from the stands.

Sebek: Absolutely no one could hold a candle to the prowess of Diasomnia under my liege's leadership. It was a completely one-sided game.

Sebek: He summoned grand mountains that pierced the sky near the goal, so as to keep the opponent players from coming close…

Sebek: On top of that, the skies roared with thunder, just as if he were the Thorn Fairy of the Great Seven herself!

Grim: He made mountains and thunder!? If that's true, then this guy's too amazing!

Jamil: It feels a little more exaggerated than I remember, but… Yeah, that's about right, more or less.

Sebek: Aha! You sure know your stuff, for a human!

Jamil: Don't just attach yourself to me like that all of a sudden! You should probably leave off bragging about your lord for later. We're getting tired just listening to it.

Sebek: However this is nowhere near enough to grasp just how great he is…

Jamil: We know that Malleus-senpai is so wonderful you can't help but brag, yes, yes! …Sigh.

Jamil: I will say, I am envious of your ability to respect your Housewarden so strongly.

Sebek: Hrm… Is that not so with the Scarabia Housewarden?

Jamil: I'd rather not comment on that any further, but essentially, it means there are many different types of Housewardens.

Grim: Yeah, but you two're always hangin' out, I always thought you guys were friends.

Jamil: We've been together since we were born. It's not surprising that it would seem that way to outsiders.

Sebek: SINCE YOU WERE BORN!!??

Jamil: L-Lower your voice! What are you on now!?

Sebek: I-I envy you…!

Jamil: …Really?

Sebek: I would have loved to have been serving Malleus-sama since I was born…!

Jamil: Well that's… I mean, Malleus-senpai is much older than you, so wouldn't it have been impossible for you to have looked after him anyway?

Sebek: Urgh… Why couldn't I have been born far earlier…?!

Grim: Man, this guy get's real annoying real fast when it comes to that Malleus guy.

1. Did that make you sad? 2. Cheer up.

Jamil: [sigh] …If we can finish setting up early, I'll listen to all you have to say about Malleus-senpai. So lend me a hand, already.

Sebek: R-Really!?

Grim: Myah!? He just went from sad and depressed to jumping all over the place!

Jamil: Geez… Why does it have to take this long just to set up some chairs and desks…

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Sebek: Here, I've made tea. And don't hesitate to ask for another cup when you need it.

Grim: Wooah～ It smells good. [Yuu], give me some sugar!

Jamil: I'll say this now, but this is only until the ceremony begins. If we factor in travel back, there isn't much time to sit and dawdle!

Sebek: Fine by me. I must also escort my liege to the ceremony, as well! Therefore, I shall speak quickly!!

Grim: Sebek's really into it, huh.

Jamil: When I said we'd listen to him brag about Malleus-sama's exploits… I didn't think he would actually take it seriously…

Jamil: He's like a whole different person whenever it comes to Malleus-senpai. It's pretty troublesome when someone has nothing but pure admiration like this.

Sebek: Hm, is something the matter? Now, which tale should I begin with…

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 22

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“I’m sorry alright, I was hurt and angry and I should’ve never took it there with Yara. I don’t want us to be like this anymore. I want you. Only you.”

It took everything in Airielle to push Josh away from her. “No” She said, holding her hand out when he tried to walk back towards her. “No, I kissed Ray and yes, it was wrong but you fucked her.” Josh felt his heart shatter at the pure anguish in her eyes. “Which means that it’s something that you've been wanting to do.” Josh started shaking his head. 

“No. Don’t even think like that man,”  This wasn’t going how Josh had planned. He understood that Airielle was pissed and she had every right to be. But what about him? She had broken up with him out of the blue. Then she had gone out on not one but TWO dates with that cornball and to top it off, she kissed him. So yeah, he had hit Yara up and asked if she wanted to chill. She was in the wrong just as much as he was. 

“So what am I supposed to think?!” She shouted, getting extremely frustrated with him. “If I never came to your place that day, would you have told me about you and her?” Josh sighed and avoided her gaze. Because they both knew the answer. He wasn’t going to tell her shit. 

“I’m sorry Airielle.” He finally said and she rolled her eyes heavenward.  “How many times do you want me to apologize, Rih?” Josh asked. “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanna make it right. What can I do to fix this?” 

“There’s nothing you can do to fix this.” She muttered, pushing her way past him and back over to the section where her friends were, with Josh hot on her heels.  

“What happened?” Trinity asked, seeing the look on her friend's face. Airielle shook her and picked up her purse. 

“Nothing.” She said too quickly for anyone to believe her.  “Seriously, I have an early flight in the morning. Have fun on y’alls trip.” She said, giving Jon and Trinity a hug. As she turned to leave the section Josh stood in her way. 

“Josh-” She started but Yara called out over her. 

“Bae, move so she can leave. Nobody wants her here anyway.” She fake whispered the last part, but even with the thumping music of the club everyone heard her.  Bae huh? Airielle chuckled as she remembered the kiss the two of them just shared. 

“You heard you’re girl, move so I can leave.”  Josh narrowed his eyes at Airielle. 

“She ain’t my anything. How many times do you want me to tell you that? It was comical how fast Yara's face dropped at Josh’s words. 

“Could have fooled me.” Airielle shrugged and tried to walk around Josh.  

“If you leaving so am I.” Airielle sighed and rolled her eyes.  “Come on, you wanna leave right?” He asked her, holding his hand out for her to take. 

“You're kidding me right?” Yara scoffed and stood from her seat. She slid in between Josh and Airielle, with her back facing Airielle. But like he had been doing all night, he paid her dust and moved his body to the side a little bit to look at Airielle, since Yara was taller than her and was blocking his view of Airielle. 

“Thea told me to stay away from you but noo, silly me right?” Yara scoffed as she started arguing with Josh. Airielle took that as her cue to leave. She slipped past Yara and Josh and darted for the exit of the nightclub. She was happy that the hotel was within walking distance, it gave her time to think about everything. 

She had bigger problems to worry about. She was still looking over her shoulder every second of the day, waiting for Christopher to strike next. She had somewhat prepared herself. She had gone and brought a taser to protect herself.  She knew that with the connections he had, it was only a matter of time before he showed up again. 

“Just let her be Josh.” Trinity said as she grabbed his arm to stop him from following after Airielle. “She has a lot going on right now.” 

“I can’t let her be Trin.” Josh stressed, rubbing his hand over his beard, before letting out a sigh. “I’m in love with her.” 

“Ok, that’s it.” He heard Yara mutter before, she stood from the sofa and stomped off with Thea chasing after her. Trinity looked at him but he shrugged.  

“Just give her time little bro.” Jon slurred as he sat back on the couch and closed his eyes. “She loves you too. Her feelings are hurt.” 

“I’m trying Uce, I really am.”  He didn’t know how much longer he could wait though. 

Airielle wasn’t even in her hotel room for a full two minutes before there was a knock at her door. She let out an exasperated sigh, thinking it was Josh but it wasn’t and she so wished it was. 

Airielle wasn’t even in her hotel room for a full two minutes before there was a knock at her door. She let out an exasperated sigh, thinking it was Josh but it wasn’t and she so wished it was.  Airielle felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach as Chris grinned at her. 

“You were supposed to wait for me.” He said. “Color me surprised when I found out you were seeing someone. Joshua Samuel Fatu.” Christopher sneered, backing her into the room and shutting the door behind him. 

“Shit.” Airielle whimpered as she fell backwards after tripping over one of her heels that she left in the middle of the floor, twisting her ankle in the process. 

“I was biding my time, you know. Just waiting for the perfect opportunity to see you again and.” He stops and lets out a humorless chuckle.  “And what do I see? You kissing this nigga like I don’t fucking exist. Like you not engaged to be married TO ME!.” He yelled at her, advancing towards her and fisting the front of the robe to pull her to her feet.  

“Chris let go of me!” She yelled hoping and praying that her screams woke up her neighbors and one of them called security. 

“How could you leave me and go with him! He’s a fucking wrestler Airielle. I’ve always treated you so fucking good. Gave you whatever you asked for. Can he do that! Huh?!”  She let out another scream as he threw her to the nearest wall. 

Josh had promised Trin that he would leave Airielle alone for the night and try to talk to her when they both were back in Pensacola and had clear minds. But he couldn’t do that. Something in his gut was telling him to go and talk to Airielle. 

After bribing the ladies at the front desk, he made his way up to the 5th floor.  He had no idea what he was going to say to her ,because he said everything. He already told her how he felt and that he would do anything and everything to win her back. 

“1015” He muttered as he started walking down the hall. As he got closer to her room something in his gut was telling him to hurry up and get there.  Just as he was about to knock her heard her scream, followed by the sound of glass shattering and a thud. 

The door opened and Airielle ran right into Josh. 

 “No!” She lashed out “get off of me!”  

“Airi chill, it's me, it's Josh” He said, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body. She couldn’t calm down. She started to hyperventilate. “Baby relax” He stated as he peeked into her room, eyebrows drawn together at the sight of the man passed out on her floor, a broken lamp shattered near his head. 

Josh pulled her closer to his chest and pulled out his phone dialing 9-1-1. After hanging up with the police, he called Trin. 

Airielle felt herself relax as she buried herself deeper into Josh’s embrace, the sound of his heartbeat calming her. 

“Who is that?” He asked as Trinity and Jon walked off the elevator towards them.

“Christopher.” Josh had to strain to hear her because she had pressed her face into his chest. 

“Wait, your ex?!” 

“Airi!” Trinity called out as they got close and Airielle removed herself from Josh’s arms and threw her body into her bestfriends.  “Did you call the cops?” Josh nodded, but kept his eyes on Airielle. 

“You wanna stay with me tonight?” Airielle nodded and Josh and Jon.  went into her room, still keeping an eye on Christopher’s unconscious body as he went to grab her suitcase and pack up some of her stuff that she hadn’t packed yet. 

“What happened.?” Trinity asked her, tears glistening in her eyes at the thought of her best friend being hurt again by Christopher. 

By the time Airielle was done recapping what happened, the police had arrived and taken her statement before arresting Chris. But Airielle knew that wasn’t going to be the end. He was a very high profile lawyer and his last name held some weight to it. He would be out of jail in no time with no actual repercussions and the thought of that scared Airielle to death, because how was she going to stop him?

Well... he attacked but Airielle is not the same girl she was 2 years ago, she wasn't going to let him put his hands on her again.

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“Couple of Chaos” : A Kim Namjoon/RM Commissioned Request: Plus Size Reader, Messy Reader

Kim Namjoon x Reader, Plus Size Reader, Messy Reader, Established Relationship

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Prompt: Namjoonie and his partner who is just as much of a mess as him. A darling. A lovely person. Love of his life. But just as much of a chaotic mess as he is, lol.

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“Life is the messy bits.” - Lisa Friedman

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Headcanons:  How Namjoon and Reader deal with the both of them being messy as hell. 

First and freaking foremost, you’re both disasters

just full on

You’re both equally chaotic

one as bad as the other

and yet ya’ll will get on each other’s nerves so bad with messes

like…. ya’ll both do it and yet when it’s the other person it’s somehow terrible

hypocrites, the both of yuns

that being said, in a way, ya’ll kinda complete each other

Namjoon is a perpetual passport loser right? 

And I’ve lost count of how many times he’s lost his air pods

Well, cue…. you

His personal storage locker… or purse.  Whichever you want to refer to it

If you carry a purse, just snatch his shit from him and keep up with it so this man can actually board a plane

If you don’t carry a purse but wear a bra, stick it in the boulder holder

If you don’t do either, put it in your pocket for him

If you don’t have pockets then you have bigger problems to worry about that Namjoon-ah and his lack of ability to keep up with his shit

Now, assuming that you do have these things, you do this so often that Namjoon just knows you have them. 

Needs chapstick? If you’re in a relatively private company, he just goes into your pocketeses for it

Passport? Ok, so Namjoon is smart as fuck. We get it.  However, he do be having some primo himbo energy at times.  

Picture this: Airport.  Namjoonie lost passport.  “Oh, wait a second.  I know where it is!”  Just turns and sticks his hand in your bra and deep sea dives in the titties until he has found what he’s looking for. Assuming that you have titties. If you don't, well again- homeboy is just deep sea diving in whatever area you're currently keeping his belongings.

meanwhile, the eyes of everyone around him have been scarred and you’ve just been violated in front of the entire airport 

he realizes this in about 3 seconds and all he can do is give you that cute dimpled smile

of course he’s forgiven.  It’s Joonie.  If you don’t forgive him then I’ll be along directly to deliver an ass whoopin'. Let's not play with sweet Namu's precious feelings. He's an angel and a perfectly wonderful person. Fuck with him and you fuck with me. And I have raged stored from the age of three. I am now in my 30s. I have it and I will use it.

so yeah

and going back to ya’ll getting on each other’s nerves

doom piles

There.  I said it.   

Ya’ll both got doom piles and junk drawers and whole ass closets just full of random crap

and you nearly kill each other over it on a regular basis

“Jagiyaaaaaaaaaaa! Come on! There is a full on mountain of stuff here and you can’t even close this drawer.”  

“Namjoon, would you like to discuss the entire guest bedroom full of figurines? Or perhaps, the closet full of books?  Or maybe, just maybe, you would like to explain to me why there is an drawer in our bedroom full of baby things when neither one of us has any plans of having children anytime soon?” 

“....” *Joon bites lip and narrows eyes

“....” *you lift a brow*

“Alright, jagi. My mistake. You hungry?” 

“Yes, I’m starving.” 

“Wonderful.” he smirks.  “Where would you like to eat?” 

Your head slowly turns around. 

You narrow your eyes at his smug ass face. 

“How fucking dare you, Kim Namjoon?” 

And he has the audacity to smirk at you because he knows he bested you cause you can’t decided where to eat to save your life.

Jokes on him though because you just needed a project.  It was sorting through your doom piles but now that he’s pissed you off it quickly changed to annoying the ever living hell out of him. 

Lowkey though, jokes actually on you because Joon loves it when your fiesty and sometimes purposefully does this shit just to rile you up. 

You also know this about him though.  Which is why you left the junk drawer open and also why you got sassy.   

He likes that you’re a mess and you love that about him too.

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"This is the stuff that drives me crazy This is the stuff that's getting to me lately In the middle of my little mess I forget how big I'm blessed"

- This is the Stuff, Francesca Battistelli

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Members Reaction to the Deities of Destruction and Disaster: 

Seokjin:  (A/N: omfg Seokjin you did not have to be so aggressively attractive. And that goes for you too, Namjoon)

Long suffering sigh.  The hyung energy is strong here.   It’s part frustration and part pure bewilderment as to why, how and what even is he going to do with the both of you.  That being said, Seokjinnie thinks the two of you are super cute together.  You definitely get scolded but also, he cracks easily because come on.  Look at ya’ll.  Thanks God every day that Namjoon uses you as his purse though.  He is so tired of standing around in an airport, lol. 

Yoongi:  (A/N: Cue the dreamy sigh. Just look at them. Look at the smiles. Look at the damn ARMS!)

I’m gonna be so for real with you right now.  He does not give a shit about the mess. I mean, don’t get his things in a mess but if you roll up in a 2003 lifted Tacoma, open the door and a bunch of shit falls out… I mean, maybe he might give you a little bit of a lecture but honestly?  That’s ya’ll’s problem, lol.   But also stop losing ya’ll fucking airpods, the both of you.   If a bra works then do that because he will not be loaning you another pair ever again.  And he refuses to talk about why. 

Hoseok: (A/N: Mother of God. I have the fattest crush on Hoseok. Also peep that cute little Kookie. And how DARE you attack me like this, Namjoon?!)

Never in the history of ever was anyone annoyed more by this than Hoseok, lol.  However, he doesn’t bitch.  Oddly enough, he never complains about it.  He never bitches.  He never lectures.  He does, however, come over to hang out and help the both of you clean your mess.  Hoseok is great for body doubling if you have ADHD.  However, if you have an issue with him doing the cleaning it might be an issue.  It makes him itch and he needs to scratch it.   

Jimin:  (A/N: It's unspeakable how much handsomeness is in this gif.)

An actual ANGEL for body doubling if you have ADHD and you’re trying to handle the depression hoarder situation in your bedroom.  Super respectful and understanding.  He just enjoys spending time with his loved ones so he would gladly come help if you want it or just keep the both of you company.  Because clearly body doubling does not with you and Joon together. You just make it a bigger mess.  Acknowledging this: Jimin finds this chaos hilarious and doesn’t do anything to stop.  Ya’ll are wild and unkempt and honestly? Jiminie is here for it. 

Side note: I am particularly attached to Jimin in this gif. Look how beautiful. Look how handsome. I swear, that man is dangerous. We are all very, very, very lucky that he's such a sweetheart because don't act like if he asked you for a kidney that you wouldn't immediately start looking for something to carve with . And if that happened to be a spoon, we'd all just accept our fate. Don't lie.

Extra Sidenote: Namjoon be looking extra delectable. *chef's kiss*

Taehyung:  (A/N: First of all, damn Namjoon. Those arms. Sweet lord. I'm looking, Joonie. Respectfully, of course..... but I do be lookin. Second, does Taehyung not look like the most precious creature in all the land?)

A precious darling. He does not give a shit about the mess.  He just loves his hyung.  He loves his hyung’s love.  Ya’ll are special to him and that’s how you are.  He thinks it is part of ya’ll’s charm and your charm as a couple.  Ya’ll are a messy couple but not in the having your dirty laundry out for everyone to see way. In a “aw, Jiminie, look at them.  They are such tragic disasters but they’re disasters together.” kind of way.  He will find a way to make it romantic no matter what. 

Jungkook:  (A/N: Just Jungkook out here living his best y/n life, honestly, lol. )

Ok, so here’s the thing, lol.  Jungkookie has had his own issues with messes here and there. Also, let's be honest.... he's got the fattest crush on Namjoon, lol. His crush on Namjoon may even rival the crush I have on Hoseok. Like, I kinda doubt it because there ain't much I wouldn't do for that man but still. Jungkook loves him's Namjoonie. He loves all that Namjoon-ah is associated with. He's his biggest fan, lol. With you, it is honestly the same. Like... his hyung is in love? Who is this person that has captured the heart of the most magnificent Namjoonie? If you managed to do that and Namjoon is happy.... honestly Jungkook adores you. Regardless of the hopeless fucking messes that the both of you clearly are. He and Taehyung share this but in addition to this, Jungkookie will literally help you with anything you need. He just wants to hang out with you both so he'll do like his Jimin hyung and either just chill while you sort or he'll help you. Or just hang out in the chaos and not solve anything, lol. He just loves his hyung and he loves his hyung's love as well. It's as simple as that.

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The Summoning (chapter three)

Ft. Leon x F! Gym Leader! Reader

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SUMMARY: Before you read this and think “what the fuck pancake this makes no sense.” YES IT DOES!! YOU’RE DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE JUST GIVE IT SOME TIME TO HIT PLEASEEEE

Exhibition matches were both your favorite and least favorite thing about running the gym in Ballonlea. Tons of challengers faced you, but not many advanced further. Both you and Raihan were put there to filter out the challengers. In truth, only the most committed trainers made it to face the champion.

Your gym was designed to be challenging, from the trial to the actual battle, trainers were kept on their toes. Everything was set up to make those who entered question themselves. It was not for the faint of heart, which was why you disliked your matches so. There had been many times where you had defeated a child, only for them to wallow in their misery. The older ones could handle defeat, thankfully, which made things a little easier for you.

When you got up in the morning, you found that Leon had already left. He was considerate enough to make the bed and tidy up the room some, so that was a plus. You were thankful, really. With Leon out of your house, you had nothing to worry about. Now you’d be able to fully dedicate yourself to the gym today. Allister would be there to watch, as well as the rest of the town.

Due to where you were stationed, your matches were rarely sold out. Many people disliked the idea of having to go through the Glimwood Tangle just to get to Ballonlea, so they opted to stream instead. Your matches were the most streamed out of the gym leaders. Raihan was a very close second, but because he was in Hammerlocke, his live audience was much bigger than his virtual. Same for Leon.

“I’ve reserved you and Mimikyu a seat for the matches today,” you spoke as you brushed through your hair. It wasn’t styling the way you wanted, and it was starting to piss you off. “If there are any complications, don’t be afraid to go and speak to one of the staff members.” You knew no one would give him problems. In fact, the people of Ballonlea loved him. You just knew how anxious he could get.

Once you finished up with your hair, you went on to do your makeup. You finished that up in no time and moved to finish layering your outfit properly. You looked yourself over in the mirror before heading out and grabbing something to eat. Allister had already headed out, no doubt playing with Mimikyu by the backyard.

You felt your Rotom phone ring, causing you to startle. “Hello?” You double checked to see who was calling you.

“Hullo. It’s Piers. I saw that you donated a bunch to Spikemuth’s charity fund,” he paused, his tone awkward. “I just wanted t’ say thanks. If you ever need anything, Spikemuth is in your corner.”

Before you could even respond, he had hung up. It was true that you had made quite the hefty contribution to the fund, mainly because you felt for them. You were rather fond of the city, so naturally you felt inclined to donate. You did that with Turffield and Postwick too. Small towns like them deserved the proper funding, and you were more than willing to help.

Your phone began to ring again, and you thought it was Piers calling you back. Gordie’s contact photo stared at you as you held your phone in your hands. Gordie didn’t call unless it was something important.

“Hey, I’m sorry to call you before your matches, but I thought you should hear this. Sonia and a few of the meteorologists in Wyndon recorded data on yesterday’s storm. They were able to deduce that the Pokémon are acting oddly because of the unique weather pattern. According to them, storms that intense haven’t touched the region in about three thousand years,” he gave you a second to process everything. “Something bad is coming, and I think that kiddo was seeing the ultimate future of the region.”

“I see… I’ll send it what I recorded yesterday. Other than that, I don’t think I can aid them any further,” you paused, looking at the entrance to the gym. “Thanks Gordie, I owe you one.” You heard him chuckle before hanging up. The news he gave you was… something, no doubt. You pushed yourself past your fans, aiming for the locker room. Your Pokémon were more than ready to battle, but you weren’t. Three thousand years? How did they even come to those conclusions? And what was happening three thousand years ago that so greatly affected the region.

A sigh passed through your lips as you heard your Gengar break free from its Pokéball. It was antsy, so you decided to take it onto the field with you. According to your schedule, you had a lot of challengers lined up for today. The chances of them beating you were slim, but you’d encourage them nonetheless. That was your job after all. Challengers of all ages were welcomed by your gym, and you supported them attempting your challenge multiple times. Most didn’t, but the determined ones would, and those ones would usually make it past you and move on to Raihan.

You patiently sat inside the locker room, watching the camera footage of the gym to see your first challenger enter the trial. Poor thing couldn’t have been no older than twelve, and looked scared out of her mind by the thought of the ghost type gym. She was going to be in for a scare, unfortunately, since your trial was an ever changing maze. It was a labyrinth, designed to be complicated and confusing. The challengers always had the option to call for help if they got lost, but you could see the determination in this one’s eyes. She was scared, but she was smart. Any puzzle that was thrown at her, she knocked out of the park. The trainers you assigned for today’s matches stood no chance against her.

She knew her stuff, seeing as her team was filled with dark type Pokémon.

Before you knew it, she had made it to the field. She was confident, you could see it in her eyes. You met her gracefully on the field, introducing yourself with a small smile. The two of you went to your respective sides of the field and called out your first Pokémon. Hers was a petite Umbreon, while yours was a massive Trevenant. You watched her confidence waver as you made your first move.

Allister watched you battle from the seat that you had reserved for him. He had always enjoyed watching you battle. It seemed like every time he saw you fight, he learned something new. He’d then apply it to his own battle style and go from there. This time, however, he just wanted to watch you. He admired you more than anything, and refused to listen to anyone but you. You were his whole world.

The commentator announced your victory to the stadium and the crowd roared. The little girl hung her head in defeat, holding back tears on the field. It broke your heart. Carefully, you walked towards her, placing your hand on her shoulder and looking into her eyes.

“Come back and challenge me tomorrow. This is only a temporary setback, I promise,” you whispered sincerely, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. She nodded and left, leaving you to stand on the field alone. You gave your spectators a wave before heading back to the locker room.

Gengar broke free of its confines once again, floating around the room mischievously. The sight made you smile a little. What a troublesome thing it was.

The door to the locker room was thrown open, causing you to startle. You rose to your feet to meet the staff member that was standing in the doorway. He was incredibly out of breath, and could hardly get a word out. You caught on to his message and quickly canceled your next match, running out of the gym at full speed with your Gengar following after you. According to him, there was trouble on the main path of the Glimwood Tangle. You could feel a disturbance in the air as soon as you left the gym.

The sky was a weird purple color, and it only got darker the further you went into the forest. It didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on, as you were now faced with the sight of a Dynamaxed Aromatisse. No one appeared to be in area, which meant that you were going to be doing this alone. The fairy type Pokémon roared loudly, sending powerful vibrations through the air. Your Gengar looked at you in anticipation, and you recalled it. You Dynamaxed your Gengar, quickly taking out the Aromatisse. You captured it and fell to the ground, holding the ball in your hands.

“What the fuck…” you whispered. Your body was shaking. The sight of the Pokéball in your hands only meant one thing, and you feared that thought. You shook your head and rose to your feet, storing the ball away in your pocket. As if reading your mind, Gengar handed you your Rotom phone with a grin. With shaky hands, you called the first person you could think of— Leon. Why Leon? Fuck why not. He was the only one you could think of that could help you. Not even that, you just needed to tell someone.

“Y/n? Is everything alright?” His voice came through the receiver.

“Allister’s premonition… it’s coming true sooner than I thought…” Silence followed your statement. You had sent your head staff member a message to let Allister fill in for the rest of your matches. He didn’t think he was, but you knew that he was more than ready to take over. “Leon?” You questioned, double checking to make sure that the call had gone through. Thunder rolled in the distance. Another storm was on its way.

“I need you to…” he stopped himself, “I need you to meet me at Wyndon Station. I’ll book you a room at the Rose of the Rondelands. Please get here as soon as you can.” He didn’t elaborate further, but you could hear the urgency in his voice. Panic spread through you as you stared at the blank screen of your phone. How long were you going to be away? Was Allister going to be okay on his own? You quickly sent a text to one of the leaders within the community, asking them to keep an eye on the child, before running out of the Glimwood Tangle and summoning your Runerigus.

This Pokémon knew teleport, by some unique chance. You had gotten it studied when you found that in its move set, but no one had been able to explain it to you. You weren’t too fond of using the move. It was known to be dangerous for humans to teleport with a Pokémon, but you were making an allowance today.

Runerigus used the move, and you appeared outside of the Wyndon Station. People were everywhere, and when they noticed you, they crowed you, begging for autographs and league cards. It overwhelmed you greatly, so much so that you were beginning to feel dizzy. Thankfully, Leon appeared, forcing the crowd to dissipate. He extended his hand to you and led you to the hotel. No words were exchanged between the two of you as you walked. This only caused the tension between you to grow.

Once he had you inside the suite he had booked for you, he collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion in his golden eyes. He gestured for you to join him, but you were frozen in place.

“I fought a wild Dynamaxed Aromatisse, Leon,” you took the ball it was in out of your pocket, holding it up for him to see. “I fought it in the Glimwood Tangle. On the main path.” The ball was set aggressively onto the nearest surface. You stormed towards him, stopping just before you got to the couch. “I know I said I wasn’t going to make you speak up, but I think now would be a damn good time to.” Rain had begun to fall outside. The wind howled and whipped against the window as you spoke. “Damn it all! How many have you seen? How many have you caught and turned in to the Chairman? Hm?”

Leon let out an exasperated sigh, hanging his head at your words. “About ten now…” he frowned.

“Are you serious?” You could feel yourself getting weak in the knees. “What does the Chairman have to say about all of this?”

“He… he keeps telling me that it’s under control…” he sighed again, finally meeting your gaze. “It’s not safe for you to get involved.”

“It’s too late now. If it’s happening in my town, then I’m involved simply by association. And don’t think that I won’t help Stow-on-Side.” You got closer to him with each word you spoke. “You’re not giving me the full story here, and it’s pissing me off.”

“I could you but it wouldn’t make sense…” Leon shook his head and held it. “You wouldn’t be safe it you knew.” The tone of his voice was very telling, as was his body language. If it weren’t for your current state, you would have felt bad for him. “The Chairman… he’d only involve you, and I don’t want that…”

You watched him closely, your confusion turning into anger. “Fine. I’ll do my own research then. But you’re not going anywhere. You may be Rose’s loyal lapdog, but you’re now my acquaintance. You’re guilty by association, and that makes you just as stuck with me as I am you.” You scoffed, finally sitting down beside him on the couch. He flinched slightly before looking at you. “How long am I staying here?”

“I don’t know…” he trailed off, “I’m not trying to keep you from going anywhere, really… it’s just… I’d feel so much better if I knew you were safe. Out of all of my friends, you’re the one I’m worried about the most. You can still keep up with your gym, of course, but you’d be staying here in Wyndon.” His words made you frown. “Ballonlea will be protected, I promise. I just need you to work with me behind the scenes… if we can tackle this together then maybe…” His golden eyes searched your own, pleading with you to just listen to him. “I…”

“Allister will be protected?” He nodded. “Alright,” you crossed your arms and leaned back, “I’m all yours. But as soon as I catch word of bad things happening in Ballonlea, I’m ditching this project and protecting my village.”

“Thank you, y/n,” he offered you a small smile, but you didn’t return it. You felt nauseated. It was all so sudden, and you were having a hard time wrapping your head around what was going on. He couldn’t tell you, but he wanted to look out for you. It bothered you greatly.

“So what now? Are we working together?” You tilted your head as you spoke, searching his face for answers. He continued to smile, not answering you. “I just don’t get it. With everything Gordie told me earlier, and with the sight of the Dynamaxed Pokémon in the wild, what are we supposed to do?” You could feel your eyes watering at the thought. “How in the bloody hell are we supposed to change the weather?”

A gentle hand rested upon your knee and you frowned. “Let me tell you a story,” he began slowly, his smile unwavering. His voice was as soft and as sweet as his gaze, allowing you to ease up as you sat next to him. His thumb circled around your kneecap, and his eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he spoke. “Its going to be a little complicated, but I’ll do my best to retell it…”

“Three thousand years ago, a mysterious Pokémon descended unto the region. It fed off of Galar’s energy to survive, which caused a red light to shine up to the heavens like a beacon. This led to what we now call the Darkest Day. This mysterious phenomenon took the form of a black storm and caused the wild Pokémon of the region to Dynamax. They went mad in the process, and nearly destroyed the region. Things only ended when the Pokémon was defeated by the Galarian kings of legend.

”This Pokémon is known as Eternatus. The Chairman… the Chairman is striving to cause a second Darkest Day to avoid a shortage of Dynamax energy. That’s all I can tell you, because that’s all I know. He’s well aware of the crisis happening right now, and he truly believes that doing this will solve our problems— but—“ he cut himself off, frowning. “I fear that if he awakens Eternatus, things will only get worse.”

“Eternatus…” you mumbled to yourself, looking down at the floor in thought. “How come I’m only hearing about this now?”

“Well the tale of the two kings is told throughout the region, it’s just the rest that’s been locked away, like Eternatus.” He took his hand off of your knee and turned to look out the window. “You know, I gave Hop and a close friend of his endorsements to compete in the gym challenge early this morning…” the statement came out of nowhere, tearing you from your confused stupor. “If things go south in the region, at least I know he got to follow his one true dream,” he smiled sadly, his eyes fixated on the rain.

“Oh Leon…” you frowned and sighed.

“He’s already set out, and should be getting to Turffield soon,” he turned to look at you, determination shining in his eyes. It reminded you of yourself when you were younger. “Let’s save the region, for his and Allister’s sake!”

Ah, so he hasn’t changed since he himself had been competing in the gym challenge. His determination was admirable, however, you felt a twinge of sadness at the thought. So determined, yet so hopeless. How has he made it this far?

“You know, I have some acquaintances that would be more than happy to aid us,” you suggested, thinking of Piers and the town of Spikemuth. “Does Raihan have any idea about any of this?”

“He doesn’t, despite Eternatus being kept underneath his gym in Hammerlocke. I wanted to tell him, but I’ve been sworn to secrecy by the Chairman. The only reason I told you anything is because you were just so close to figuring it all out,” he sighed and ran a heavy hand through his thick purple hair. It was then that you noticed that he didn’t have his signature hat. Maybe he had left it at your house.

“This whole situation is just so complicated to me…” you sighed softly, shaking your head. Your Rotom phone began to ring suddenly, startling both you and Leon. You expected to see Allister’s name appear, but the sight caused your heart to sink in fear.

Chairman Rose had taken it upon himself to call you.

“Hello?” You answered the call, standing up and walking off to the side of the room. The phone was pressed to your ear, the sound of his breath echoing into your head. It made you cringe, but you didn’t dare hang up.

“Y/n!” He sounded glad that you decided to pick up. “I’m so happy you answered! Are you in the Wyndon area? I was hoping the two of us could talk about what happened at the meeting yesterday! You’re not busy, are you?” The joy in his tone was fake, grating on your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Of course. I’m in the middle of having lunch with a colleague, but I’ll be over in no time,” you hung up and gave Leon a look of frustrated confusion. “He said he wanted to talk about what happened yesterday,” as you spoke, you began collecting some of your things. The Aromatisse that you caught earlier was sitting where you had left it, and you snatched it up without another word. You shoved it into your bag and looked back at the champion. “You can stay here if you’d like. I’m sure you’ll want to hear about how it went.”

“Yeah…” he stood up and walked over to you, awkwardly looking into your eyes. “Just be safe, please.”

“No problem.”

꧁ ༺ ─── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ─── ༻ ꧂

Rose Tower was a sight that you weren’t too fond of. You had always found the building to be slightly atrocious, especially when it towered over the rest of Wyndon. It had exactly one thousand floors, each dedicated to some form of nonsensical research, no doubt. You thought of it as a display of wealth and power. Clearly he was loaded, so why wouldn’t it be?

His head assistant, who you now know to be Oleana, met you at the entrance, staring at you solemnly. The rain had yet to cease, and it seemed to create a barrier between the two of you. You subconsciously clutched the handle of your umbrella as you neared her. Without saying a word, she opened up the door and led you inside. There was a spot for your umbrella, so you set it to the side before following after her.

You had been inside the tower many times, but you had never been past the first floor. Today, Oleana had taken you to the large elevator, trapping you inside with her. She looked to be in her thirties, and looked very full of herself. Every now and then you’d catch her glancing at you. She was plotting something.

“I don’t understand why the Chairman would summon you of all people,” the blonde finally spoke up, looking at you with unmasked disgust. She seemed jealous, almost, and you found that to be rather amusing. You said nothing as the elevator continued its trip up to the top of the tower. The higher up you went, the more you began to feel dizzy.

A few more minutes of tense silence passed before the elevator came to a stop and Oleana led the way for you once more. The top of the tower was wide and open, with nothing but two chairs and a small table set up by the edge. The woman leading you huffed and turned around, leaving you in the large room with the Chairman, who was looking down at the city of Wyndon.

He turned around, gesturing with a smile for you to join him. The closer you got, the more you realized that he wasn’t all too intimidating. You had known the Chairman for quite some time now, so you blamed your fear on your adrenaline and moved on. He seemed to be gentle and tired, but you could tell something was off.

“When I became the chairman of the Galar region, I vowed that every decision I made would be with the greater good in mind.” You now stood beside him, gazing down at the city of Wyndon in slight awe. “I’ve been the chairman for many years now, as I’m sure you know, and I’ve had to make many tough decisions that would affect the future of the region. Dealing with these storms has been one of my toughest decisions yet,” he turned to face you, still smiling. He led you over to the table and pulled out your seat for you. Once he was seated in front of you, he continued to speak. “Your plan for handling this situation was a very good one indeed, however, I cannot simply make such a rash decision based on the dream of a child.”

“Chairman, Allister’s premonitions are an enigma. I’ve never met anyone else who has been able to see the things that he does,” you explained, maintaining eye contact with him. “I refuse to dismiss his premonitions just because the concept is a little strange.” He watched you intently, still smiling. “That boy saw the destruction of the region at the hands of Dynamaxed Pokémon, and I fear that it’s playing out sooner rather than later.”

“You think so?” Rose questioned, his hands folded neatly on the table. The rain fell against the window roof harshly, and the sky was still dark, despite it being midday.

“I know so.” It was then that you pulled out the Aromatisse you caught this morning. “This Pokémon was on a rampage today in the Glimwood Tangle just outside of Ballonlea. I stopped my exhibition matches to handle it. It Dynamaxed on its own in the wild. My people could have been hurt. Travelers trying to see my matches could have been killed.” You set the ball on the table and stared at him, searching for some form of physical reaction. “If my plan were to be executed, then maybe we could get this under control. Until then, the routes between cities are far too dangerous for the public to travel through.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I believe that Dynamaxing is the future of Galar. To see wild Pokémon doing it is a miracle, is it not?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I believe…” Rose turned his head to look outside, “I believe that means that Galar’s energy is so abundant that even the Pokémon have taken advantage of it. It’s wonderful. The region is thriving.” His soft smile had turned into a grin. You felt like your argument wasn’t getting through to him.

“Rose! This is dangerous! Innocent lives are at stake here! What will you do when the entire region is wiped out by your so called ’miracle’?” You slammed your hands onto the table, practically pleading with him to listen to you. Slowly, he turned to meet your gaze once more. His expression was off putting in the worst way, making you wish that you had declined his offer.

“Galar will be fine, y/n,” he said gently. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and he sounded confident in his words. Unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to make any sense of it. “I refuse to let anything bad happen to our home. Though I must say— everything that I’m doing now is for our future generations. Trust in me, as you have many times before.”

A defeated sigh left your lips, and you hung your head. There was no point in arguing with him. “I have to go,” you mumbled, raising from your seat slowly. You refused to meet his green gaze. In your eyes, he was a villain. He meant well, really, but he was being rash.

“Thank you for joining me. I hope you have a safe trip back to Ballonlea,” Rose waved kindly before turning to look out of the large window. The rain was persistent still, relentless in its assault on the region. He sighed and thought about his interaction with you. It pained him to see you so set in your ways when he was doing wonders for the future of Galar. You reminded him of himself when he was a young trainer. He was calm and collected, but also brash and impatient. That side of him was the main reason that he and his brother didn’t get along. Rose frowned at the thought, looking down at his hands.

He missed his brother.

It took you three knocks before Leon opened the door. He looked exhausted, his hair pulled into a— very messy— ponytail. Books were littered around the common area of the suite he booked, with many opened to specific pages. His notes were also placed around the room here and there, making you rather curious as to what he had been up to.

“I was only gone for an hour and a half,” you said as you walked into the room, your eyes briefly scanning across the books you passed. “How were you able to get all of this done in such a short period of time?” You spun around to face him, awe painting your expression.

“Every book I’ve read has no mention of Eternatus, but rather the two kings, and their two Pokémon companions,” he stumbled forward, picking up one of the books and handing it to you. “I studied the history various monuments dedicated to the kings, and found nothing on them until I recalled the museum in Hammerlocke. It hints at the two Pokémon that aided the kings in their battle.” Leon stretched with a groan before handing you a sheet of paper. “The Sword and the Shield Pokémon. They haven’t been spotted since that day all those years ago,” he led you to the coffee table, showing you even more of his notes. “But— Hop and his friend Gloria ran into a Pokémon that matches the description of them in the Slumbering Weald.”

As you reviewed his notes, you couldn’t help but admire his intelligence. His thoughts, albeit messy, were pointed in the right direction. With this kind of thinking, the two of you were bound to come up with a solution in no time. Carefully, you set the papers down, giving him a reassuring nod.

“Why do you think that is? Could it be that they deem your brother and his friend to be special? Or maybe…” you trailed off, looking past him and out the window. “Maybe they can sense what’s coming. They could be trying to reach out to them for help.”

“Hop is in fact very special…” he mumbled, holding his head in his hand as he thought. “If that were the case, don’t you think that they would have reached out sooner?” He paused to collect his thoughts, changing the topic slightly. “Why is it that Eternatus has not once been mentioned… all I could find was the history of the Darkest Day.”

You gasped sharply, sitting upright and looking into Leon’s eyes. “There’s an altar hidden away in the depths of the Glimwood Tangle. Opal showed it to me when she began mentoring me years ago,” you paused, “I haven’t visited it in quite some time, but from what I remember, it’s dedicated to something beyond the Ancient Kings.” Your brows furrowed as you thought, and a frustrated sigh escaped you when you came up with nothing.

“I say we investigate that tomorrow,” Leon pondered before standing up. He rose his hands high over his head and sighed. The fitted shirt he was wearing rose slightly, and you found yourself taking a glance at the little skin it revealed. The champion turned to give you a sheepish smile, nervously scratching his neck. “You wouldn’t mind if I roomed with you tonight, would you?”

“Of course not. As long as you don’t snore, then I don’t mind,” you joined him in standing up, stretching with a soft yawn. The two of you bookmarked the pages of the several books he had found and put them away. Once everything was taken care of, you directed your attention to the weather. It seemed to have calmed some, yet the sky remained dark. Checking your phone, you saw that it was only about five in the afternoon, which meant that you had many hours ahead of you before nightfall came along.

“I was planning on showering and heading to bed a little early. I feel incredibly exhausted,” you admitted with a sigh. “You’re welcome to take one yourself. As for where you’ll sleep… I do believe that there’s a door that connects the bathroom to another bedroom. You can stay there if you’d like.”

“Don’t mind if I do. My body is practically screaming with how sore it is,” he grinned and patted your shoulder before heading off to the room. When you heard him close the door, you walked past into your own bedroom and began getting undressed. Your shower was warm and comforting, easing the slight tension that was beginning to build in your shoulders. Once you changed into the sleepware the hotel provided, you turned off your lamp, closed your curtains, and plopped down onto the bed.

It didn’t take sleep long to find you, thankfully, and you were allowed to properly rest for the first time in days. However, your gratitude was short lived. Your dreams were filled with sights of the Darkest Day and the Sword and Shield Pokémon. You saw the two kings defending themselves against what you assumed was Eternatus, and you saw them lose. Lose? They won in the original story, so why couldn’t they achieve victory once more? Images of Eternatus continued to flash across your mind, only causing you to toss and turn in your sleep. The sight of it was nightmare fuel on its own, but the fact that you were seeing it in your dreams was much more fear inducing. You had never seen it before, so why were you picturing it so clearly now?

Unless… unless it was reaching out to you.

You gasped and quickly sat upright in your bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Why would such a dangerous thing contact you of all beings? Your hands shook as you ran them through your hair. For a moment, you considered waking Leon to discuss your dream, but you chose to keep it to yourself until you were sure that it was real.

Sudden noise from the other room caught you off guard, causing you to jump slightly. Leon. Of course he snored like an Ursaring.

[starilicious]

mere haath mein (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader and echo's love story from strangers to friends to lovers throughout the clone wars (a 4+1 type of story)

》 series masterlist: (please read the masterlist before continuing on!)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 4.5.1 | part 4.5.2 | part +1 📍 (you are here!)

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》 part +1 word count: ~2.2k

》 part +1 warnings: none

》 part +1 spoilers: none

》 a/n: this is it! thank you to everyone who read this story ^_^ this fic started out purely self-indulgent bc i am an echo girlie at heart, but i hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. this scene is what inspired me writing all the previous parts and is therefore the longest part (because i still cannot believe people write off the clones like objects instead of people with emotions and hopes and fears :( ) please do let me know your thoughts on this fic and if you could like to see any additional parts in this series! enjoy this last chapter :DD

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At first, it’s the little things. How sometimes he can’t tear open a meal packet easily, or how he takes longer to put on his armor. How he adjusts his grip on his blaster, or he types up reports slower on his datapad.

Of course, Echo never complains. It’s not in his nature to, especially not while you’re at war, and there are arguably bigger and worse things to worry about.

But you notice anyway.

It takes a month or two for you to realize his struggles. Even though you officially transferred to Clone Force 99, you still mainly work with the 501st and other legions thanks to Tech’s precise expertise. His knowledge combined with his training as a soldier and experience in the field meant you rarely accompanied them on missions. So you put your skills to work elsewhere, not wanting to remain idle.

You would come back to the Kamino barracks you shared with the boys only a few days a week at most. Long trips just to get back to the squad wasn’t exactly a good use of the Republic’s dwindling resources, so you make do with the time you have.

It’s not until you request to have your office transferred to Kamino do you observe Echo’s constant conflict with being one-handed. The extra time on your hands allows you to be with Clone Force 99 more often, giving you time to get to know them and how they work together.

Echo is so incredibly subtle about his pain, his exhaustion, and the numerous issues with his scomp link that it’s really only because of your engineering training that you detect the problem. At this point, your mind unconsciously latches onto anything that you perceive as a potential source of trouble. You’ve practically hardwired your brain to find anything and everything that could be a complication, no matter how small.

And you would be damned if you couldn’t fix this one.

So you shove all your impending datapad reports aside and pull up your CAD software and, with a little hacking, Echo’s medical records on your monitors. (You doubt any of the higher-ups will care anyway). You crack open your old notes from university, poring over them and Echo’s reports, scrutinizing every detail and writing down notes in your precious engineering notebook.

Frankly, you are livid over the fact that the Kaminoans or the Republic didn't give Echo a prosthetic to make his life easier. He's an ARC trooper for Maker's sake, constantly going on missions deemed too dangerous for any regular clone. Doesn't that warrant at least a little respect?

You don't dignify that question with a response, already knowing the answer to it. It pisses you off how little they care, how clones are viewed as expendable, how they're nothing more than sentient droids. Even someone at as high of a rank as Echo is still written off even though he has sacrificed everything for the Republic.

For the next week or so, you work in earnest, staying up late nights and waking up at early hours to continue working as you regain the knowledge you temporarily lost while working as an astroengineer. As cool as starships are, nothing can compare to the satisfaction of completing a project that changes someone’s life–it’s why you wanted to be a biomedical engineer in the first place.

Not to mention your constant rage acting as fuel to keep going with the project and refuse to stop.

You build prototype after prototype, constantly adjusting and readjusting your designs, scrapping ideas and thinking of new ones. It’s an arduous process, especially for a challenge you have never faced before, but you put in everything you have to give because this is for Echo.

And Echo is worth it.

You meticulously note down every flaw and success, wanting to have something to look back on for future iterations--after all, there are always more ways to improve.

There are times where Echo is close to figuring out your surprise for him, often walking in while you're mentally elbow deep in your designs, the exploded-view of the parts up on your monitor as you solder together the 3D-printed parts. You luckily throw a cover over the prototype and switch to a different project right before he sees. He glances at you in surprise, but decides not to push, much to your relief.

The worst (and, arguably, best) part is when Echo worries about you, concerned about your lack of sleep and how you practically live in your office makerspace. You come into the barracks long after Echo is asleep and leave long before he's awake. And there are nights where you just don't come in at all, often having too much work to finish because of how much time and effort your job demands of you. Echo does what he can, dropping off meals whenever he's able and cushioning your head with a pillow whenever you fall asleep in your chair. He hates that it isn't enough.

Every time he asks, you deflect his questions and his concern, choosing to inquire about his most recent mission or how his kinship with the Bad Batch is coming along. He reluctantly answers you as he watches you multitask, eagerly listening to him while you repair another starship in the main garage.

But finally, Echo has had enough.

He barges into your office in the middle of the night as soon as he gets back to Kamino after a particularly long mission, heavy footsteps startling you as you scramble to cover the prosthetic.

Echo seethes out your full name, hand curled into a fist as he points at you with his scomp link, and you know you're in deep shit now.

"That's it. I’m going to bed right now and I am taking you with me,” he declares, anger and exhaustion dripping from every word.

“But–”

“No buts! For the past month, I’ve been patient. I do my best to support you and ask you what you need and you can barely even give me the time of day!” Echo exclaims, exasperated. You bite the inside of your cheek, the guilt beginning to weed into your heart as he continues.

“Every time I ask you what’s going on, what’s keeping you here, you just shrug me off and answer with a question of your own,” Echo scoffs, throwing his arms up. “And forget me, what about you? You don’t sleep, you barely eat–when was the last time you did your own damn laundry?”

Your body curls into itself, head hanging down. You can’t meet his eyes, ashamed of how you were so caught up in making his life better that you inadvertently made it worse.

The fight bleeds out of Echo as fast as it entered and he lets out a resigned sigh, posture slackening as he stands in front of you. He lifts your chin up to meet his gaze. The swirl of distress and disquiet is rampant, as clear as the dark shadows under his eyes.

“Just tell me what’s going on,” Echo pleads, the statement coming out as a whisper. You swallow the lump in your throat as you nod. You didn’t want to give it to him today, preferring to wrap it up and hand it to him after he’s well-rested, but at this point, you feel as if you have no choice.

You reach over the durasteel table and uncover the prosthetic hand in a flourish. Echo chokes on air in shock as he stares, frozen and rooted to the ground. You gently pick up your prototype and hold it out to him.

“This is what’s going on,” you reveal, the apology laced in between your words.

Echo is silent as he takes it from your hands, examining the prosthetic in awe before looking at you, tears in his eyes. You smile at him, your face mirroring his own as they begin to fall.

“I-I don’t even know what to say–”

“A thank you will be enough,” you tease lightheartedly, and he laughs in spite of himself, voice caught in his throat as he begins to cry.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug that you eagerly return. When he lets go, you begin explaining yourself and the prototype.

“I noticed you were having difficulty doing stuff now that you’re one-handed and I wanted to do something about it since clearly no one else cared,” you frown at the last part, your fury seeping through your words. “This is what I’ve been working on. It’s painful enough trying to have a body readjust to the regular world, but you have it worse because we’re in the midst of a galactic war. So I decided to do my best to make it a little easier for you.”

You sigh as you watch him admire the prosthetic, turning it over in his hand as he listens to you. Your fingers tap lightly against your work table. “When you put it on, it accommodates the scomp link and hides it within, making it look just like a regular hand.”

“I thought you were an astroengineer?” Echo cuts in, confusion written plainly on face as he glances at you.

You chuckle in response to his hidden question. “Technically, I’m not. I’m a biomedical engineer by training. I learned astroengineering on the fly for the GAR,” you smile fondly as Echo blinks in surprise before rolling his eyes at your awful pun. He smiles.

You continue then, demonstrating the hand for him, pulling the prototype out of his grip and gently latching it onto the mechanical part. “I put in a kind of cloaking technology too.”

You tap the interface on the inner wrist and the metal fades away to the exact color of his brown skin. Echo gasps in surprise as he flexes his muscles, the hand smoothly curling into a fist.

“This way, it literally looks and acts like a normal hand and you can go on more covert missions,” you say proudly as you watch him play with it. This feature was the hardest part of making the prosthetic. Converting neural impulses into something a machine could not only understand but actually translate into action that didn’t look clanky and awkward was probably the most frustrating challenge you have ever faced.

You tap the interface again and it fades back to metal. “Inside each finger is a tool you can use out in the field,” you continue, having each finger retract to show knives, cutters, and even a poison vial.

“And lastly…” you make the fingers reverse their action and then retract the entire hand, revealing the scomp. “If you want to use the scomp link, you can do so without having to take the entire hand off!”

Echo stares at the scomp link uncomprehendingly. He’s doing that a lot. Echo doesn’t say anything, hesitantly touching the prosthetic with his flesh hand.

“Right–uh, well, this is only the first prototype, so there are still a lot of problems with it. I have to run a debugger through the code again and make sure the cloaking tech holds up in the field since planet environments can really impact the way everything works. There are a bunch of tests I need to–”

“I love you.”

You stop abruptly, mind short-circuiting as you glance up at Echo in surprise, clearly not expecting such a phrase to cut off your anxious ramble.

“I–what?” you ask rather eloquently. You mentally facepalm. Nice going.

“I love you,” Echo whispers into the space between you, a shared breath holding the weight of the phrase in the charged air. You search his eyes in question–does he mean it? You find your answer amidst the sparkling galaxies and twinkling stars in his warm gaze and you breathe in his confession before exhaling your own.

“I love you too, Echo.”

The smile that breaks out on his face is unrivaled. He scoops you up in his arms, much to your surprise, and spins you around, a laugh bubbling out of you both when your foot hits your chair.

Echo sets you down ever so gently, mellow kindness permeating his every action as he leans in. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart melts at the patient question because of course he can. Echo is so careful about never pushing boundaries, constantly taking the time to make sure you’re comfortable. And so, you answer him with a nod and shift your face to meet his lips.

It’s chaste and slightly awkward–Echo doesn’t know where to put his hands, instead hovering over your waist, and your nose bumps into his when you move. You both let out a quiet laugh of peace as you rest your head over his heart, his arms engulfing you in a hug. The cool, white lights of your makerspace shine down on you both as you breathe in the light sandalwood incense you light when you work. Rain patters the window gently and you sigh, listening to Echo’s calming heartbeat.

“Let’s go to sleep, cyar'ika.”

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[enm-enthusiast]

The Exhibitionists' Club Ch. 7 - Sebastian Part 1

Cruel and Unusual Punishment

Last chapter followed Sebastian's boyfriend Thomas entering a male arousal study for extra credit, and ended up being milked by his insanely hot anatomy professor, and now he confronts his lover with the possible desire to have sex with the older man...

Sebastian

"Wait...you mean professor, ass of a Greek God, Ethan?" I said in response to Thomas bursting into the dorm room and shouting about how much he wanted to fuck a professor on campus.

"...yes" he said, meekly.

His eyes looked downcast, like he was ashamed. My heart sunk in my own chest and beckoned him over to me. He closed the door behind him and practically jumped into my arms on his bed. As I caressed his soft, wavy black hair I worked out the words I wanted to say:

"Babe, your going to run into certain guys that you are extremely attracted to, its natural. Like, there's a few bros in my Frat I'd love to bend over but I know I can't not just because they're straight, but also because it'd complicate things too much" I said.

He looked up at me, those sweet and sad puppy dog eyes never failed to make my heart melt.

"I won't forbid it, but I do want you to be careful, okay? don't do anything to get yourself hurt or in trouble, you got it?" I said.

"Don't worry Seb, I have it all handled" he said, smiling so warmly I couldn't resist kissing him, his warm velvety lips inviting further exploration which caused a stir in my groin.

But....I had somewhere to be, I had to get back to the Frat house and clean up my room and study for the rest of the night before bed. So I reluctantly pulled away before I found myself pounding away inside him once again.

He had a slightly pouty look on his face as I got up, but I merely smiled in return and said "Don't give me that look mister, you were supposed to strip down as soon as you got home, remember? be glad I didn't spank you again as punishment" I finished and a deep blush flooded his cheeks.

"I'll let it slide this time, but next time that ass is getting both a pounding AND a spanking, and I don't think you want both in a row" I said, giving him a mischievous wink as I closed the door behind me and started down the stairs of Thomas' dorm building.

I didn't tell Thomas this, but I was having some problems with the Frat lately ever since I bested the president, a real prick named Eric at a strip wrestling match in the Rainbow Room. The whole thing happened because of pledge week where we had to do one dare no matter how bad it was, and the vide president had dared me to wrestle Eric but I got to choose the time, place, and rules.

Eric lost. Badly. He ended up naked before his entire frat, who made sure to take plenty of photos of their senior's humiliation. He had been so angry lately, he was pissing off everybody and by extension some people were avoiding me because I was the source of his ire.

I got the impression that many of the seniors and other officers had grown increasingly tired of Eric's antics, I felt they were waiting for the proverbial straw. Until then I did my best to avoid Eric when I could, even try to apologize for things going so far but to no avail and I got the distinct feeling that he was planning some sort of payback.

Thomas already had enough to worry about with all this medical study business (which I found kinda hot, in a way) that I didn't want him to worry about me, besides I could take care of myself.

I was completely lost in my own thoughts as I walked across campus towards the frat houses I passed by a few security patrols. I recognized a few since I had recently landed a position as a student assistant to help pay my college expenses. This time it was that cute, blonde twink named....Daniel? and a bigger, beefy muscle dad named Jack who filled out every inch of his uniform which never failed to make me drool.

I waved at them politely but moved on without speaking a word, I had precious little time left in the day. I began walking up the steps to my two-story frat house and to my surprise there was a lot of noise going on inside. I heard loud, angry shouts coming a male voice from the main living room and a few others shouted back in response.

I opened the door and walked in and suddenly I heard the words much more clearly:

"-should be here to defend himself, you have no right to just go through a brother's room without him present or reasonable suspicion of banned items" I heard the vice president James say, who was unusually a nerdy tall kid with glasses and short brown hair. He was the smartest guy here and everyone knew it, and if Eric wasn't your atypical "popular jock" he'd be president instead.

"I have every right if I have personally witnessed him smuggling banned items into said room, and because those items were indeed found in his room, he needs to be punished accordingly" Eric, I now realized, said.

I felt a slight sense of dread as I suspected who he was talking about and slowly entered the living room and all eyes turned to me, some in sympathy, others in indifference to Eric's latest bullshit. James was up in Eric's face, and the latter had a sinister smirk that grew wide upon seeing me enter.

"Ah, the guest of honor has arrived, tell us brother Sebastian, why did I find *these* in your room today?" Eric said and held up a bag of weed in his hand.

My blood boiled as I realized what he was doing, I was being set up! but I wasn't going down without a fight.

"What?! But I've never seen that before, did you find a lighter, a bong or anything I could use to smoke all that with?" I said, as a point of fact. Some of the guys turned to whisper with each other, they seemed split on the issue.

"It's not just me, I have witnesses who say they saw you bring this bag into your room, besides myself" Eric said, and smugly gestured towards another frat brother, a junior named Casey who was reputed to be one of Eric's rivals. He also pointed to another guy next to him, Henry who was another freshman, rather fresh-faced and right now he looked like he'd rather be anywhere else right now. I was starting to feel the same.

"Hold on Eric, first let's hear it from them personally before dealing out any punishments" James said, and gestured to the two guys to come forward. Eric seemed a little annoyed at James's interference but said nothing in response, letting the boys speak for him.

"Now, did you or did you not witness Sebastian smuggle this into his room?" James asked them both.

"We both did, he came home late one night after seeing that boytoy of his, me and Henry here saw him slip the bag inside his room, isn't that right, Henry?" Casey said.

I clenched my fist at the way he talked about Thomas, but instead I bore my eyes right into Henry's who could barely look back at me and flinched every time. He knew full well what he was supposed to say was a lie, I only hoped that his conscience was stronger than his fear of angering the frat president.

"y-....y-yes, we both saw him" Henry said, his eyes glued to the floor like he was a child being scolded by his parents.

"But...that's a lie! can't you see James? they're both up to something!" I yelled in my defense, my face red.

James looked at both of them for a few long moments, scrutinizing them and asked one final time if that was indeed what they saw and they both repeated their stories, word for word.

The vice president finally turned to me with a look of pity and sympathy, one that wished he could stop this but his hands were tied, and said "I'm sorry Sebastian, but in light of this...you need to be punished" he said and folded his arms in disgust.

"That's right James, and as Frat president it is up to me to determine what befits our brother's crimes" he said.

"Don't forget Eric, first punishments should be handed out lightly, don't do a repeat of last year or I swear I'll..."

"You'll what? Report me? I will count that as interference in the performance of my duties as president, and I'll be extending Sebastian's punishment to you if you do" He said, viciously.

"Fine Eric, have it your way, freshman clear out this is not something you'll want to see" James said, giving me one last look of sympathy and escorted the Freshman out. Some of the sophomores and juniors left too leaving just me, Eric, and a majority of the seniors.

"Alright Sebastian, as punishment for smuggling of banned substances your clothing privileges have been revoked for two weeks. Strip." Eric said.

My eyes widened and I couldn't help but laugh a little despite my rising anxiety.

"Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean 'clothing privileges'?" I said.

"You heard me Sebastian, when freshman are punished we take all of their clothes and force them to walk around the house naked except for when they leave, I won't say it again. Strip." he said, this time more forcefully.

I looked around the room and noticed that some of the seniors were circling me like vultures, Eric's little sycophants no doubt, ready to jump at his command if I disobeyed.

Realizing I was trapped, I reluctantly, and very slowly I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it up over my head, exposing my bare torso to everyone. A few of the seniors grabbed my nipples and twisted them, I slapped their hands away and felt heat flush in my face.

"I didn't say stop, drop your pants. Now. Or we do it for you." Eric said, stepping closer to me threateningly, along with his cronies.

I held my hands up before lowering them down to the hem of my pants and started unzipping them and to my embarrassment and shock...I realized my cock was beginning to stir within my boxer briefs!

I didn't stop but I felt a sudden feeling of humiliation as these guys might just be about to see my fully erect penis...I tried to ignore it but as I lowered my pants down my legs and stepping out of them I was sporting a very prominent bulge which I was quick to cover up.

Unfortunately, Eric noticed.

"What you hiding there Seb? or what are you...*not* hiding?" He said, chuckling derisively, his cronies mimicking him. He stepped closer to me, and we were face to face, my own expression was defiant despite the redness and when he said:

"Drop the undies." He said.

"Come on Eric, please don't make me do this" I said and Eric was about to call his brothers into action when I stepped in and slowly, every so slowly I slid my last garment down my legs. I felt my cock springing to life and my fully erect cock slapped against my stomach and was already leaking!

I stood back up, fully naked as the seniors gathered up my clothes and I attempted to cover myself but Eric was having none of it. "No no, keep your arms at your sides" he said but this time I wasn't having it.

"What the hell Eric? I'm not showing you guys my dick" I said.

"Awww, he's shy, let's help him come out of his shell you guys, grab him!" he said and on command I had two guys pounce on me, grabbing my arms and forcing them away from my crotch, exposing my erect penis as each of them held my arms behind my back. My dick was 7.5 inches long fully hard, cut, and was a caramel shade of tan that matched the rest of my body.

"Wow, he's not so little after all, we might need to change that" Eric said and I whipped my head towards him on confusion.

Suddenly he slapped my hard dick, and I groaned as he did it again, and again, and again. Tears stung the back of my eyes as my dick throbbed with pain and yet somehow was still leaking precum.

"Ha, not so mighty now, are you?" Eric said.

"He's crying like a little baby!" One of the seniors said.

"We should shave him smooth, make him into a little bitch boi" another said.

"Quiet you two, no, I got a better idea in mind for him" he said and nodded to one of the other seniors nearby who ran off to get something.

"What are you going to do?" I whimpered and my face was flooded with embarrassment and humiliation as I stood there naked and exposed in front of practically half of the entire frat! and if they kept to these rules I'd be showing myself off naked to them for two weeks...

"Just completing your punishment dear Sebastian, don't worry your pretty boy head about it" Eric said, ruffling my hair.

The other senior came back with a small bag and and reached inside, my eyes widened in horror as I saw him produce a cock cage from it and hand it to Eric and renewed struggling against the guys holding me, my cock deflating to the point it swung between my legs as I did so.

"Eric, come on this is going too far now, stop this" I said.

"No dear Seb, I decide when we stop, now then, Taylor!, Pierce!, shave his crotch so the cage will fit better" he said.

I felt my anxiety increase a hundredfold, my heart beat thunderously in my chest as the two guys on either side of me let go and walked to the front of me and each of them took out small electric razors from their pockets and didn't waste any time in shaving my crotch, already I could feel my man hair being forcefully taken from me.

I started to realize just how much this was planned in advance, I hadn't stood a chance the minute I walked in here tonight. Now here I was, stripped of all my clothes, and was being shaved of all my pubes.

Their razors cut through my bush like a hot knife through butter, I looked down in abject horror as they kept moving my dick to reach around my crotch, the stimulation was getting me hard again.

I wasn't especially hairy, but it still took them a minute to shave my bare crotch completely smooth, all the guys proceeded to practically point and laugh which just made my balls shrivel up and my face flooded with shame and embarrassment.

"Where's your man-hair? wow, what a loser!"

"His cock looks like a kid's cock, not like a real man's"

"If he didn't have such a big dick, it WOULD be a kids cock!"

I heard guys shout from all over, and Eric picked up on that last one and said "Don't worry guys, time to shrink him down to size, this cock cage here is specially designed to absolutely restrict blood flow to your dick while allowing you to piss freely without getting it dirty."

"And just how long are you making me wear this thing?" I asked.

A bunch of the guys started shouting off random different lengths of time. Eric ignored them all until they quieted down and said "I think....a month ought to teach you to learn your lesson" he said.

"Eric...you can't do this!" I said in protest but no matter how much I struggled I couldn't stop him as I felt Eric grab my dick and begin to wrap the cage around my cock. I had gone soft again and before it had a chance to get hard, he fit the cage right onto my manhood and proceeded to lock it with a key that he wrapped around his neck.

I looked down and saw the cage was small, round and made of metal and like Eric said put pressure on the base of my shaft which prevented any sort of blood flow. My face flooded with red once more, as well as anger, but the guys finally let me go and I fell on the floor in surprise.

The guys all began filing out, some of them muttering 'loser' and 'bitch' under their breaths, and maybe they were right, Eric had won. Here I lay, my clothes and dignity stripped away from me, Eric gave me one last look of triumph before leaving me there, completely humiliated, and I was left to stew in my shame.

I slowly got up and tried to make it up to my room, as soon as I reached the 2nd floor I heard a voice behind me say "Seb, over here" and I turned to see James come out from behind a corner at the top of the stairs.

"Please James, I just want to go to bed before anyone else sees" I said and James gave me a flat look in response.

"Show me" he said.

I guess there was no point in trying to hide it, soon enough I would be the laughingstock of the entire frat, so I moved my hands away from my crotch.

"Wow, that son of a bitch really did it again" he said, chuckling angrily.

"Wait, what do you mean *again*?" I said.

"Eric did almost the same thing last year to a sophomore who embarrassed him, no one dared contradict his blatant manipulation of the house rules, but I couldn't do anything about it then, I thought as vice president I could...but its still the same now" James said, sadly.

"He is *not* getting away with this" I said, baring my teeth.

"I never said he would, but I realize I can't do it alone now, I'm going to need your help" he said, smiling slightly.

"Help with what?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but somehow Eric needs to be dealt with, play along for now until I can come up with something more, stay low if you can, but...I'm sorry I couldn't do more" he said, before finally walking away.

I walked the rest of the way to my room in silence, I decided I needed to trust James, he seemed decent enough and right now anything seemed better than Eric. I opened the door and my faint glimmer of hope was gone as I found my room stripped bare of any clothing, my cock cage clinked as I took the first step inside and just sat on my bed.

I looked down and the humiliation returned as I felt my smooth crotch and poked at the cage, I only hoped Eric would be satisfied by this, I just had to make it through the next two weeks and I'd get my clothes back at least.

I opened my phone, which Eric's cronies had left behind along with my wallet, and saw my text chat bubble with Thomas and thought about calling him, telling him what happened but right now I just needed to sleep. But as fitful sleep came, finally, I swore to myself that Eric would regret the day he messed with me, and by the time I was done with him he'll be remembered as the president who lost his frat.

End of Chapter Six.

Author's Note: Uh oh! the tables have turned on Seb at last as he finds himself at the mercy of Eric and his cronies, find out what else is in store for poor Sebastian as he faces the two most humiliating weeks of his life.

Keep an eye on the current timeline I have setup which you can see on my recent Tumblr posts, and in the meantime please enjoy this latest installment, and have a great week!

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

SO SORRY IF I KEEO ON ASKING AND ASKING (I was too scared so I went anonymous when requesting) BUT I WLD LIKE TO REUQEST!!! (and mabye I'll keep requesting!....)

Mabye when male reader gets teased and physically hurt (like being slapped and knocked) for having stuttering problems and cries when they started to get more violent physically (punching him) and COD characters step up and comfort male reader, sleeping with them so that make reader will feel safe :D

Preferably with ghost, soap, Alejandro, Gaz, Captain price, rudy and König !! THABK UU!!!! LOVE UR WRITING🦞🦞💖💖💖💖💖

[A/n:Thank you for requesting]

Summary: Due to your stuttering problems people will tease and mock you, sometimes gets violent

Type: Hcs: Ghost X M!Reader: Soap X M!Reader: Alejandro X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader: Price X M!Reader: Rodolfo X M!Reader: König X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Price

He's on it

As soon as he finds out who their done for

He if can't get rid of them he'll have a stern talking to them, before giving them the most intense training

But don't worry he didn't forgot about you

He made sure you felt better

Made you tea, snacks, all the good stuff

And would stay with you until you felt better

Ghost

People have a good reason to be scared of him

But those people? Have an even bigger reason

As soon as he's done comforting you, he'll go find them and give them a reason to be scared of him

Those people? They'll never look you in the eye again

After what Ghost did no one will fuck with you, or they deal with Ghost

And who wants to do that? Especially not when he's mad at you

Price heard what Ghost did, he approves

Rodolfo

How your scared of Alejandro? Wrong person

Rudy will make their life a living hell, while he pampered you

He'll scare them so bad with not only his words, but also his actions

One way or another their gonna regret even looking your way wrong

Your definitely not gonna have to worry

He made sure that not only you were okay and had alot of things to make you happy

But also so you'll never see those people again

König

Know he isn't shy, so he won't hesitate to stand close to you having his large figure protect you

Because of his social anxiety he won't go up to them but he'll comfort you

And König is good at comforting people, he's got great hugs

He'll probably tell price and some others so hopefully they can deal with it

And they will

But for as long as you feel necessary he'll stand by you, towering over you to make sure those people know

He can't do much but he'll do his best

Soap

He'll instantly go find them

You get to watch an angry Scottish man yell at people, it's quiet funny since no one can understand him

But he'll definitely make sure they get the message and that your safe

After wards he'll make sure to comfort you for as long as needed

Warm blankets? Check, Soothing drink? Cheek, Cuddles? Check.

He won't think of everything to make you feel better but he'll do his best

And honestly he doesn't know what he's doing

Gaz

He's stunned when you first told him

His first priority was getting details and comforting you, that's always the first thing

When he's got you settled down he'll make you some sleepy time tea

Once you fall asleep he'll deal with them, informing price before them two hunt them down

Price and Gaz will scare the shit out of them so bad they won't even look in your direction anymore

And when you wait up, it's like they never exist

You also get to see Gazs face as soon as you wake up

Alejandro

Oh he's pissed

Like, Graves betrayal pissed

He'll instantly hunt them down and practically scream at them, and if he can he's gonna get them fired

Rudy will indeed be helping him

After Alejandro's rage fit, he'll comfort you and make sure your feeling alright before getting back to work

Will probably have you sit with him so you'll feel more safe

Alejandro when definitely make you take a nap so you can get your mind off of this

[A/n:I got stuck on König and Soap, and almost forgot Gaz and Alejandro 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

[ynmnrmt]

You & Me & Rhea Makes Three: Chapter 3

rhea ripley x m!reader x m!reader's girlfriend

word count: 2,450

warnings: explicit sexual content

a/n: Warning! Contains enthusiastically consensual heterosexual sex between two people in a committed relationship. Reader discretion advised!

(The story so far: chapter one, chapter two)

Rhea holds the pot upside down over the sink to scrape at the rice that encrusts the inside from a different angle. "This would really piss me off," she says lightly, "but that was a fucking beautiful risotto."

"I love him for the sex," says Jennifer, as she dries off the plates, "but I'm going to marry him for the cooking."

"I am here," you say, and as you reach for the forks to put them away Jennifer rests her head lovingly on your shoulder for a moment. "If I said that about you they'd put me away."

"Alright, there's the ass, too," she shoots back, ribbing you physically, she presses up against you as much as she can while side to side. Rhea laughs at that.

"I think I'd love you for the cooking," muses Rhea fondly, distractedly, while she chisels a long curl of solid rice off the pan, "but marry you for the sex...alright, why would you marry Jen?" she asks you.

"Legs," you say instantly, which is not the real reason.

"But Rhea's are bigger than mine," whines Jennifer. "And stronger, too."

"So what? I still like them," you say, and favour her with a kiss, right on top of her head.

"I could be maid of honour," suggests Rhea, "although I could also be best man."

"I sort of pictured you as the officiant," says Jennifer, "because you'd tell us to kiss and then we'd do it, and, now I'm just thinking about you in a tux, I hope you're happy."

"I am," you supply, raising a hand with a cup still in it, and then you all laugh, and as you do Rhea flicks some soap suds at Jennifer, and they splatter on your hands too. Somehow the gentle rattle of the washing-up in the sink seems deeply nourishing to you.

Then Rhea’s phone rings, she wiggles one hand from its glove to answer it, and she says nothing, just listens. When she hangs up it is with a sudden look of disquiet. She turns back to you and Jennifer and says “I’m sorry, I have to be somewhere very soon and – could you guys oil me up before I go? I know this is really awkward, and-”

“No, no problem,” you hear yourself say.

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” adds Jennifer at practically the same time.

“Really? Aw, you guys are the best,” declares Rhea, and immediately pulls off the other glove before stripping off her shirt, and it turns out you were right, she wasn’t wearing a bra today. It’s only when Jennifer plops the tub of body oil down on the table that you realise you’ve been standing there, completely hypnotised by Rhea’s immaculate torso. She giggles at that – then shuffles out of her cargo pants and underwear, too. You want to be blasé and casual about this, you’ve seen it all before after all, but it’s just as exciting as it was that first time. But the faint lustful tremors in your muscles, the lingering arousal, that was all already there while you were washing up.

Jennifer takes a palmful of oil, and you do too, and you both approach Rhea in a pincer movement, coming in on both sides of her as if to surround her completely. And you do, eagerly greasing all the way around one powerful arm, one long sweep from her shoulder to her wrist – then you take your time about it, to make sure you didn’t miss anywhere, and, yes, to spend a bit more time touching her. By the time you pass her shoulder and get onto the taut musculature of her back you start to worry she’ll be late.

But it turns out that Jennifer’s lingering even longer over her task, because you’re the first to sink to one knee and start on Rhea’s legs, those thighs that seem to fit so naturally in your hands even though you can hardly take hold of them. Is it that, or is it that your hands crave the warmth of being against her fine inked skin? As you swish oil up the inside of her thigh, without meaning to, you brush her pussy and she yelps.

“Oh! Sorry, Rhea, I didn’t mean to…”

“I don’t mind,” she shrugs, that initial shock given way to her now-familiar warmth. “In fact,” and Jennifer looks between you and her, horror and lust rolled into one, “why don’t you do it a little more, and charge me up a bit? Give me something to look forward to? I did think that since you’ve been so nice oiling me up, maybe when I’m back you could oil me down as well.”

“Well, um,” Jennifer chokes, her fingers wavering on Rhea’s sculpted abs, “yeah, maybe that would be nice?”

So you give Rhea a brisk rub, pretend even to yourself you haven’t just pawed at her legs like you were trying to soften them up for dinner. You cannot bear to meet Jennifer’s eyes, even though she gave you the go-ahead. When her hands touch yours, to ease Rhea’s booty shorts over the lovely swell of her ass, you sigh with relief that this has not gone too far, that you have not revolted her with your own desire.

As you wrestle the buckles of Rhea’s bodice into place, you cannot quite avoid touching her some more. There is no clear delineation between the corded muscle of her pectorals and the softer tissue of her breasts, and you do not care. At least Jennifer is here next to you and clearly enjoying the process too.

“Thank you,” says Rhea, sweeter than should be possible for anyone wearing that much black leather. “I think this is my favourite part, when I’m all sparkly and shiny like this…” She wiggles slightly and Jennifer’s nails dig into your palm, you gasp, more from the thrill than the pain. Then Rhea’s phone jingles again and she swears incredibly loudly before she rushes out the door, promising as she does that she’ll be back soon and blowing you several kisses each.

Your gaze slides sideways to Jennifer – but you cannot meet her eyes, because she’s rested her head on your shoulder. “Well,” you attempt, “that was-”

“We ought to finish the washing-up,” she says quickly, and she’s probably right. But instead of moving back to the sink, she casually takes out another gob of oil. “Would you do me, too?”

“Yes!” It comes out like a confession, like a cry for help. As your slippery fingers undo the buttons of her blouse you find yourself gabbling “I’m glad you understand, I wouldn’t do it if you weren’t okay, I only want to make you happy,” and you splodge greasy stains onto the material of her bra.

“Do my legs, like,” Jennifer’s voice catches for a second, “like you did hers.”

“You don’t need to compare yourself to her,” you insist, back on your knees, undoing her zipper. “Rhea’s sexy, fine, I love you.” For all that you feel guilty about everything you’ve done with Rhea, when Jennifer’s pants come off there’s a darker stain down at the very tip of her underwear, it’s not as if you were the only one who enjoyed it. You blot it out with the oil as your hands ring around her thigh, this way you don’t have to think about it – and as you go up and down her leg you feather it with kisses, wanting to make it somehow more special for her.

*

You lie alone on the bed, and worry that this is how it will be when the other shoe drops, for there must be another shoe, somewhere, then Jennifer’s voice floats in through the door “Okay! Ready!”

So you cover your eyes, there’s her soft footsteps, and when you look again you gape, you nearly laugh, but that couldn’t possibly be appropriate. Jennifer’s posing there with her body wrapped up in spiked black leather that doesn’t come close to fitting properly, she’s wearing one of Rhea’s outfits.

“What do you think?”

“I think,” you say, rising from the bed to take her in your arms, “it looks even better on you.”

“Don’t lie,” she insists, and rests her head on your chest. The outfit pokes you a bit, now’s not the time to complain though, so you lay her carefully down on the bed. She pulls at your clothes, and you fumble with Rhea’s, not exactly sure how to get them off Jennifer or if they’re even the right way round.

While Jennifer’s far from naked, you can see a lot of her skin, and that excites you the same way as the first time, too. Perhaps that’s why your hands fumble, why this buckle is getting away from you. “Didn’t these have a zipper?” you ask, and have to reposition yourself to get the shorts past Jennifer’s knee. With them confined to only one ankle, you settle down again, but things keep going wrong – you accidentally trap a strand of her hair, and then as you’re still partway through the muffled apology she manages to poke you in an especially sensitive area.

“I want this to be good for you,” she protests limply, in such a way to break your heart a little, and, less pleasantly, put off your erection. “That’s why I wore this stuff, I wanted…”

“You didn’t need to,” you insist, trying to get some life back into it, “you are good for me,” and in tribute to that fact you kiss her, touch her in special places where you’ve shared many happy hours before, somehow it all seems wrong, as if it bounces off the black leather armour she’s inexplicably brought between you.

“Please fuck me hard,” she whispers, and with your blood flowing again, you do, you’ve found a position where you’re hardly being poked by the metal studs at all – a little poke about the entrance, she’s sopping wet, which is a relief, and then in with all your might. For a few strokes of steadily mounting pleasure it seems like it’s going well, Jennifer gives out her breathy squeaks of enjoyment – but then it turns into a squeal, her hand is on your chest, you back off instantly and in a wretched voice she says “Too hard.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, not sure how best to comfort in this situation, “I should have-”

“No, I’m sorry,” she shoots back immediately. “I said to go hard, and then – oh God, I’m sorry, I’m no good at this.”

“Hey, hey, come here,” and you hold her, firmly ignoring the twenty-seven different places the spikes have got you. “You don’t need to be sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want...what if we tried this?” As she feels your mutual centre of gravity rotate, she giggles nervously but excitedly, and when she eventually winds up on top she does look a lot more cheerful. “This way, you can decide how hard we go.” And you try to ignore the valence of a woman in black leather riding you, perhaps you both would have arrived here anyway, without any kind of outside inspiration.

Jennifer takes hold of your cock and hovers about over it, trying to get everything lined up like she’s parking a car. Then she drops, and thank God, it goes straight in rather than taking her whole dead weight on top of it. It still knocks the wind out of you, but the noise of delight she makes, the way she convulses inside, you don’t really mind.

You grasp her hips, help her to bounce, your touch hungry for her skin and only slightly distracted by the feel of the black leather along the edge of your finger. This, you decide, is just for you, you and Jennifer, nobody else, and when Rhea returns that will be something completely different.

Before long she flops down over you, and there again the sting of the studded outfit, which in fairness to Rhea wasn’t really meant for a performance like this. You rub your cheek against Jennifer’s, too close for eye contact. She still wriggles about with the back half of her her body, around the immovable rod of your cock, and whimpers and moans out her response as she does.

Normally, you think, you would have come by now. You’d at least be in the region, but as Jennifer shifts up and down you find yourself just lying there like an inanimate object. She still excites you, of course she does, there is still the amazement that she’s letting you do this to her – so why does it not feel the way it used to?

Still wary of being too rough, of doing anything she might not like, you start to thrust as well. She trills like a bird, and breathily in your ear splutters out “Oh fuck – oh fuck – I want you to come, please come” before she degenerates into meaningless noises of relief while her pleasure spatters in droplets on your thighs and stomach.

You clutch her to you, the black leather warm in your hands over the little body inside it, and as one long gasp emanates from the depths of her throat there it is, the inescapable tipping point, she is pressed into the bedclothes but you see her face in your mind’s eye, and you see Rhea’s, too, the darkly made-up smile, the whole orgasm squirts up into Jennifer as for a second you waver between who exactly it is you’re fucking. She comes back into focus with the tail-end spasms of her own climax.

“I love you,” you tell her – too hastily, as if you have something to hide. Her mouth is wet on your neck, either the tenderest kiss or just a bit of dribble.

As you lie there, cooling on the bedclothes, Jennifer snuggles in very close to confess “I thought about Rhea, a little bit, not the whole time...I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you say, thinking back on how this was meant to just be for you and her, so much for that. “I’m glad you think she’s sexy. It would make all this very awkward if you didn’t.”

“I really liked it, when we all went to the supermarket together the other day,” she drowses, no, not upset now, not that, “because it was sort of that thing, the thing of the everyday, with...I really want this to work for us.” You give her a little squeeze, and then a lot of a squeeze. “I mean, you want Rhea to be part of this relationship, don’t you? You’d like that, right?”

“Well, yes,” you begin.

“Then that’s good, then.”

[wolfsclothing6]

The Bear’s Den

Well hello there. Welcome to the Bear’s Den. What can I getcha?

Well well, aren't you a cutie. I’d recommend ordering the Ursa Beer. We got a special tonight, one bucket o’ six for $20. Sounds good? Excellent, coming right up.

Let me give you some time to enjoy the first one (Then start feeding them to you faster and faster)

Rubbing your belly after that first belch? Yeah, there’s a lot of head in the beer. No need to gulp it down son, just enjoy it. It will start to be very relaxing. All the stress starting to fade away. Just getting more and more carefree, enjoying your beer in my bar. Don’t think about work, or grad school, or any of your troubles. Just drink and relax.

So what if your shirt starts riding up on your new belly? It feels good. If your pants feel a little tight, just loosen your belt or and do the top button. No worries.

Is your face a little scratchy? Must be your heavy stubble. It's quite think and very striking. It looks good on you.

It's not just your face that's getting itchy. Your chest, legs, back are probably all starting to prickle. It's a little itchy at first, but just drink another beer. Don't focus on it too much.

Damn, you pounded beer number two down pretty quickly. You say it had a bit of a musky taste compared to the first? Don’t worry about it, must have been because you drank it too fast. Or your taste buds are changing a bit, giving you new preferences and likes.

Ursa Beer has a rich and complicated taste. But it definitely gets better the more you have. Looks like your shirt doesn't fit at all now. Just go ahead and take it off man, I can keep it behind the bar.

Damn! I said take your shirt off, but it looks like you had a sweater on underneath! That's a pretty hairy body. I like a man who lets his pelt grow out, it looks very manly.

Plus I bet that crotch is getting a little tight as well. That sack of yours is probably nice and fuzzy, and your balls must be getting big. How did I know? I saw you when you went to piss after beer number three. You weren’t exactly shy in the urinals bud.

By the way, I love your ink. A bear paw with the bear pride background is pretty sweet. Looks good on your meaty bicep. And the tribal tat on your left pec is quite nifty as well, even if all that chest fur makes it hard to see.

And now you are done with beer number four. Why don't you take your jeans off too? I can see your discomfort, even with the belt off and the jeans unzipped. I can toss ‘em behind the bar too. Might as well toss over your flip flops too.

Damn you're thick now! Look at how big those feet are too. Good thing you kicked off your flip flops, those things must be side 14 or bigger now! When did you switch from briefs to a jockstrap? Not that I'm complaining, it looks good on you. I see you finishing beer number five, and dripping a few suds onto your hairy pecs and big beer belly. Feels pretty firm! Guess you must work out or something, huh bud? Body like that, nice and big, wouldn’t look that firm if you weren’t hitting the gym several times a week.

You OK son? You’re looking flushed and sweaty. Raise those arms up, let me get a whiff of that musk. Fuck that's strong. You got a sexy musk bud. Have some more beer and cool down.

Whoops. Looks like you're a leaker. That big bear cock of yours must be drooling a ton of pre. Your jock is getting soaked with it now.

Looks like you're almost done there bud. Hmmm, so you say you’re a bit of a homebody, huh? With a body like that, I kind of doubt it. It looks like your jockstrap says "Property of the Stags" on it.

You know the Stags? The local rugby team? I bet you’re one of their best players. You may be laid back, never a problem here, but I bet you have a competitive edge to you. Plus, with musk like that, I bet you're quite the horndog. That rugger stink coming off you will drive all the boys wild.

Yeah man, I bet you make your teammates all worship my fuckin’ nuts in the locker room after every game, dontcha? A big bear like you, coming here in just his jock, no way you aren’t on the prowl for some ass.

What’s that? Yeah, you do look so fuckin’ sexy. Usually I have to prevent our other patrons from mobbing you, since your musk turns them all on and bones ‘em up. But that bear in the corner, the construction worker daddy bear-type, he looks pretty beefy too. I bet he’d go home with you.

Sure man, come back for your clothes tomorrow. I’ll hold on to them for you. I know how you love to walk home in just your jock when you are bringing back a hot piece of bear ass for the night. Your “Sex strut” as I have heard you call it. Just settle up your tab, and you’ll be good to go.

Wow, thanks for the big tip. Guess it pays to be friendly to my best customer, huh? See you around big guy.

[amarantine-amirite]

Movie Quotes

During an event at Fallingwater, I got overly tired and stimmed like crazy. I dropped random lines from the last movie I watched. 

To my surprise, Valerie Passafiume stormed out of the living room. She booked it past the stone fireplace like a centipede missing 98 of its legs. Everyone stared at me. Clearly, something I said royally pissed her off, but I had no idea what it could have possibly been.

Tethys Johnson shot me a judgemental glare. “Now, I know you like to think that you're the good guy in your movie, but we can’t all be heroes. Some of us have to be the villains.”

"Are you saying that I'm the bad guy in Valerie’s movie?" I asked. Of course, it's more likely that I'm the weird side character in Tethys’s movie.

Tethys shook her head. “Oh, she made it very clear that you are the bad guy in her movie!” she pointed at me.

The room fell silent. Everybody's still glared at me, even though I had no idea what I did wrong. After a few minutes, it occurred to me that it was probably nothing and Tethys only said what she said for the sake of some sort of appearance.

Valerie had cooled off enough to come in from outside, but I still doubt she was ready to talk. “Euphemia, what you said hurt,” she said, glaring at me. 

“I'm so sorry about that,” I said, “I hope you saw Dirty Rotten Scoundrels” 

Valerie disgustedly furrowed her brow. “What is that?” she snipped. 

“It’s a movie about these two guys who are scam artists, and…”

Valerie waved her hands at me and shushed aggressively. I don't think she cooled off enough to talk just yet. I still don't understand how she’d take that line I quoted so personally. 

The whole thing brought back memories of frequently getting in trouble at school for quoting movies.

I don't quote movies the way a “normal” person does. I script. Scripting is a stim where people recite quotes from TV, movies, etc. The person might recite the scripts solely to, and for, themselves. Some autistics can even act out entire scenes on their own. 

Scripting can occur simultaneously alongside a conversation, but we don’t intend for the scripts to be part of the conversation itself. The problems happen when people outside the autistic person’s household typically don’t understand what they're doing. Especially when they repeat something inappropriate. And because of this, we have to be careful about what media comes into the house.  

I was extremely lucky that many of my teachers understood the words carried no meaning, but sometimes it didn’t matter. I’d still get in trouble for it from time to time.

After getting told off, they’d tell me the consequences and make me promise not to do it again. Then, the next situation arises and I’d say something else. Because they didn’t understand it was a stim, they’d assume whatever consequence wasn’t enough, so they’d turn up the heat. It wouldn’t work, and after a time of bigger and bigger consequences, they’d accuse me of wanting to be a bad person. They would ascribe character flaws such as stubbornness and meanness. It doesn’t end well for anyone, especially me.

Once, it got bad enough that I came within a hair’s breadth of getting restrained. To this day, I am still not sure how I talked my way out of that, but I did. It’s even more impressive when you consider I was 12 at the time.  

These days, I am thankfully aware enough to avoid this. I keep a mental inventory of what’s safe to incorporate versus what isn't. Today was the first time scripting something “safe” caused a problem.

Realistically, I shouldn't worry about upsetting Valerie because it probably wasn’t my fault. People can be weird. 

I had to get away from everybody else. I exited the living room and went to one of the balconies overlooking the waterfall. Tethys caught up to me. “Hey Euphemia,” she said, “I just want to say you aren’t in trouble.”

I tipped my head to one side. “I’m not?” I asked. That would explain why I had so much trouble figuring out what I said that was wrong.

“No,” Tethys replied, “I went through the same find-fault-with-everything phase Valerie’s going through, right down to the thing that triggered it”

Her comment piqued my interest. “OK, then,” I asked as I leaned attentively, “What triggered it?” 

Tethys told me everything. On her eleventh birthday, her dad went to pay for parking at the Lego store in Harrisburg, and he discovered his card was declined the hard way. A trip to the bank "reassured" him that the card was fine and the problem lay with the machine. 

The next day, he discovered that things were not fine with the card and he needed to call the bank. He waited on hold for 4 hours before the bank closed with him waiting to speak with a representative. As it happened on a Friday, he had to call them back on Monday. 

Come Monday, her father called the bank again. They told him that there was nothing they could do because he didn’t notify them right away, which he did. After an expletive-laden tirade about how they told him everything was fine and how they ignored him waiting, they asked him to see a psychiatrist and come back after being screened for mental illness. 

Twelve days later, her dad got an appointment with the psychiatrist, who wrote him a prescription for Cyanex. “Are those cyanide pills?” I asked.

Tethys nodded. “He took the pills that evening and died in his sleep,” she said, sighing heavily. I could tell she still missed her father. “I don't think he knew what they were.” 

“He should have recognized something was up when the prescription was for something that sounded vaguely like cyanide,” I responded. I hope what I said didn’t rub her the wrong way.

“Now, here’s where it gets interesting,” Tethys said. She put aside missing her father to explain what happened right before he died, “The night Dad got his pills, I did something that made Dad mad. He said he’d discuss my actions with me the following morning. I never found out what I did wrong because he died overnight.”

“So, your dad died and didn't tell you what you did wrong?” 

“Exactly,” she said, “and it's the same thing with Valerie. She did something she wasn’t supposed to and one of her parents died without telling her what she did. all she can do is take offense to literally everything because she’s still guessing what she did wrong.”

I laughed. “I never would have guessed that you went through an offended-by-everything phase.”

“That’s because I grew out of it,” she chuckled. She nervously look back towards the house. “Valerie hasn’t, and I don't think she will.” 

@creativepromptfills

[serenanymph]

wip intro - beast, witch's book

Five long, excruciating seconds pass. Bit by bit, Icarus pulls Crys up, till they’re both collapsed and wheezing in the snow, safe on the clifftop, the Witchrisen far below them. “Well,” Icarus says, still out of breath, and he eyes the last of the rope as it goes over the side, eliciting an angry shriek a moment later when the Witchrisen finds no prey on the other end. “That was not fun. Thanks for the save, though, uh…” He turns towards the hooded figure, packing away the short length of rope they’d manage to hack off and salvage into a small satchel sitting in the snow. “Oh, don’t thank me,” they grouse, “ruined my day and my rope. What I want to know” – they whirl, finally tugging down their hood to reveal the freckled, scowling face of a young girl – “is just what the fuck did you do to piss of a Witchrisen that size?”

GENRE: YA high fantasy

POV: third person, multiple, present tense

STATUS: ongoing (first draft)

FEATURES:

flashbacks. tragedy. tragedy flashbacks

we got snow. we got mountains. we got more snow

secrets!!!

more magic, shapeshifting, undead creatures

the Journey continues

mine tunnels, mysterious underground labs, auctions

basically ten thousand different things because I'm overambitious but it's going to look cool. promise

(synopsis, characters and other stuff under cut. it's a lil long)

SYNOPSIS:

The Khujsa Mountains. Cold, unforgiving, and housing one of the Anti-Magic Army's biggest strongholds, it might also just be the most dangerous place anywhere in the country, especially for Beasts.

After a week of travelling, Crys and Icarus have finally reached the Elai Pass. From there, they're supposed to pass through to Riel, and then it's (mostly) smooth sailing all the way to Tel, where Icarus's contact resides.

But upon arrival, they find that things may not be as easy as they seem.

A Beast rebellion group. A Halfling in the AMA. And a young, brash girl who seems to hate the AMA just as much as she hates Beasts, and who certainly has something of her own to hide. Throw that onto the fact that Elai is an AMA stronghold, add in a Knight Captain from the Order of Klysmos, plus sprinkle in the hint of a conspiracy…well, they've certainly got their work cut out for them.

On the other end, after an equally stressful two weeks, Beatriz Das-Reille has finally reached Crys's village… just to find out Icarus is already long gone. However, she soon gets her own set of problems to worry about - joining up with Dahlia Reistveil brings to light that a certain poacher group has come back to town, and that this entire operation may run deeper than she's ever imagined. Does she go after Ink, now that she knows where he is? Or does she pursue this deeper and unearth what's going on, despite the risk it brings and the fact that she'll have to abandon her original goal?

Crys had picked to save someone in the face of an impossible choice. Icarus just wants to get home. Beatriz had never asked for any of this, and Dahlia only wants to do the right thing, but  one thing is true for all of them.

No matter their intentions at first, they've just been pulled into something that might be far bigger than them - and if they aren't careful, that something will swallow them whole. No country is without its secrets, after all, and Kosei has quite the number of skeletons in her closet…

POV CHARACTERS

Crys Averwell - 16, human, archer. sharp tongue and even sharper wit. walking personification of "I'm fine", needs sleep and therapy but is getting neither because I keep putting him in Situations

Icarus "Ink" Kal-Nira - 17, Beast (Crow), dual-wielder. ray of sunshine and genuinely the nicest person to ever exist. giant golden retriever energy. Trying His Best

Dahlia Reistveil - 17, human, daughter of a tavern-owner. Crys's childhood friend. often seen as the Mature One, but underneath all that she has a boatload of her own Issues

Beatriz Das-Reille - 16, Beast (Crow), Icarus's sort-of-but-not-really-little-sister. fast flier, wields a rapier, and is made up of only anxiety and more anxiety.

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Rhyme - 14, human (???), apothecary from the mountains with a lot to hide. picks all her herbs and medicines directly from the wild so she knows her way around. extremely angry. will make your ears bleed

Carrick "Sol" Solder - 15, Halfling (Wolf), soldier in the AMA. commonly known as the Witchhunter's Mutt. often addressed as either "Sol" or "soldier". anger issues 2.0, never stops arguing with Rhyme the instant he meets her

taglist: @sapphos-scientist, @allianaavelinjackson

gen tag, wip tag

okay so my wip intros are kind of a mess right now, and I still haven't made a page for beast, but since I'm working on book 2 right now and there are a lot more new characters, I figured I should at least attempt to clear up some of the future confusion.

anyway, this is the wip intro for book 2, and there's another one here that's more a mashup intro between the overall series and book 1...? yeah I'm gonna remake that. just bear with me here I don't really know what I'm doing. also!!! there is a taglist now!!! let me know if you want to be added, not like I'm really sure how it should work.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Protector

Chapter One

Chapter Forty-Two:

Virgil could tell his worry about Janus was bugging Remus.  They may have made an agreement to respect each others opinions about the core sides, but Remus still wasn’t exactly Janus’ biggest fan, it was obvious he didn’t love the way Virgil clearly wanted to check on him.

He was trying to find a way to bring it up to Remus that wouldn’t just piss him off more, but it was proving rather difficult.  He’d kind of exhausted his options on all other fronts, though.  Roman had told him everything he knew about Janus’ situation, and when he asked Patton and Logan, they’d told him essentially the same thing— they were worried about Janus and he wasn’t leaving his room.  He’d tried waiting outside Janus’ door for a while, assuming he’d at least have to come out for food at some point, but there was no such luck.  He needed the opinion of a professional anti-repressionist, and there was no one better for that job than Remus.

Now if he could just get past the “Remus hates Janus’ guts and doesn’t want to help him” issue.

Fortunately— or unfortunately, it had to be one of the two, right— Remus could tell that Virgil was worried, and Virgil could tell that Remus could tell.  Meaning it was only a matter of time before one of them brought it up and they figured something out.

Virgil wasn’t at all surprised that Remus mentioned it first.

It was a Saturday, and they were both relaxing in Remus’ room.  Remus was checking on his mold pile in the corner, and Virgil was sitting backwards on Remus’ desk chair scrolling through tumblr.  It was still a little difficult sometimes to convince his brain that he wasn’t in danger from just sitting there, but he was getting much better at it, and right now, he was actually rather calm.

So when Remus moved over in front of him looking a little apprehensive, he wasn’t exactly thrilled.

“We should talk about it,” Remus said.

Virgil looked up at him.  “Right now?  Come on, Re, just let me have my Saturday.”

“Then when are we going to talk about it Ara-gag?  When you’re stressed?  That’s not gonna go well.”

Virgil groaned and crossed his arms over the back of the chair so he could drop his head on them.  “What do you have against putting off problems until they solve themselves, Re?”

“They don’t solve themselves, they get bigger.  Come on, Virge.”

Virgil sighed.  “Fine.  What part do you want to talk about?  I assume you’re not just going to give me ideas.”

“Well, I kind of like that he’s having a miserable time.”

“So just to clarify, you want to… put off fixing the problem until it gets bigger.”

Remus scowled.  “That’s different.  I like this problem.”

“So what don’t you like?”

“I don’t like seeing you worried,” Remus said, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I hate to break it you Re,” Virgil said, standing up.  “But the two problems are kind of related.”

“You don’t want Janus to be miserable for a little bit?”

“He already was,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “For a lot longer than anyone thought.  I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on that.”

“About the way Janny was tired of hiding who he is?  I did.”

Virgil tipped his head curiously.  “I’m surprised you didn’t tell everyone.”

“I wasn’t going to solve his problems for him.”

Virgil hummed in acknowledgement.  “Fair enough.  Can you help me solve his problems for him then?”

“Don’t want to.”

“Re, this isn’t going to get better if someone doesn’t step in.  And it’s just going to make more problems.”

“Sounds to me like it’s removing a problem.”

“What if the others get over here and no one can go to Janus for help?” Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow.  “What if Thomas’ mental health worsens significantly because he and the others aren’t taking care of themselves, or just because Janus is isolated?  That would give me more work to do.  It would give you more work to do that you don’t like as much.”

Remus whined in dissatisfaction.  “Janus can’t be miserable while everyone else is fine?”

“It doesn’t work like that, Re.”

Remus grumbled and crossed his arms.  “You can’t just stop being worried?”

“I… don’t want to, Remus.”

Remus groaned and ran his hands through his hair.  “Why not?  Why do you care so much about him?”

“I don’t know.”

“You just do?”

“Yeah.”

Remus huffed and crossed his arms.  After a second, he sighed.  “I really can’t convince you to let this go?”

Virgil shook his head.

Remus kicked at the ground in front of him.  “He leaves his room to see Thomas, doesn’t he?  Get Tommy-boy’s permission to hide and have him summon Janus to talk, then grab him and sink him out to your room.  Lock the door so you can talk to him for as long as you need.”

Virgil considered that for a moment.  “That’s… not a bad idea, Re.  Thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Virgil looked hesitantly at Remus.  “You’re really going to go on hating him for the rest of your life?”

“You said you were going to respect my choice!”

“I’m not trying to stop you, Re.  It just sounds exhausting.”

“I’m not exhausted.  I’m angry.  I’m fucking pissed as all hell.”

“That sounds exhausting too.”

“So does being scared all the time.”

Virgil considered this.  “Touché.”

“He is not going to be able to make this up to me,” Remus said.  “There’s nothing he can do.  The best option for him is to stay the hell out of my way for the rest of time.”

Virgil nodded.  “Okay.”

“How the hell did he make it up to you?”

Virgil considered this.  “I… don’t know,” he admitted.  “Maybe he hasn’t yet.”

“But you want to help him anyway?”

Virgil bit his lip, trying to think of a good way to explain it.  “Would you want to help Roman if you knew he was hurting this bad?” he asked.  “Even if you hated him?”

Remus thought about that for a moment.  “So your anger doesn’t override your care,” he said.

Virgil nodded.  “Yeah.”

“Mine does.  I don’t get why yours doesn’t.”

“That’s okay.”

Remus sighed, though it sounded closer to a laugh at the end.  “I think we’re gonna have this conversation again, Virgil.”

Virgil smiled.  “We might never stop having this conversation.”

“You good with that?”

“As long as you are.”

Remus nodded.  “Okay.  I am.”

“I am too,” Virgil said.

Remus didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, instead starting to fidget with his hands.

“What?”

“I… I don’t know.  I really don’t understand your perspective, Virgil.”

“I don’t really understand yours either, Re,” Virgil said quietly.

“Really?”

“You don’t see yourself ever forgiving him?  Years have passed, we’ve progressed to a point where we’re doing good, like really good, and you still hate Janus?”

“Yes.”

Virgil looked away.  “Okay.”

They were both quiet for a long pause.

Remus walked over and sat down on his bed.  “I don’t want to start fighting about this.”

Virgil blinked at him.  “We’re not fighting.”

“We’re disagreeing.  On something that really really matters to both of us.”

“That does not have to lead to fighting.”

Remus crossed his arms and sniffed.  “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You are not going to lose me,” Virgil said, walking over.  “Re.  Look at me.”

Remus looked up at him.

“It’s going to be okay.  I— yeah, I don’t really understand, but I’m not going to get angry at you because of it.  I can not understand your opinion and still think it’s valid.”

Remus wrapped his arms around himself.  “Are you sure?”

“Do you think I’m being unreasonable or that my decision isn’t okay?”

“No.”

“Well, there you go.”

“But what if that changes?”

“That’s up to us, Re.  We get to pick whether or not we start fighting.  We just need to make sure to keep communicating.”

“Historically, not a strong suit of Thomas’ sides.”

“Well I care about you enough to keep trying.”

Remus was silent for a second.  Then he took a breath.  “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

Remus nodded.  “Yeah.”

Virgil sighed.  “Okay.”  He sat down on the bed next to Remus and wrapped his arms around him.  Remus leaned into him, and they both sat there together.

“I love you,” Virgil murmured.  “You’re always going to be more important to me than our disagreements.”

“You are too,” Remus said back.  “And I love you too.”

And that was enough for right now.

…

“Do you think this is gonna work?” Thomas said hesitantly.

“I don’t know,” Virgil said.  “But you haven’t been able to convince him, and he doesn’t seem to be talking to anyone else.”

“Yeah no, I want him to stop being stubborn,” Thomas said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “He’s just… being really stubborn.”

Virgil smiled a little.  “That’s Janus for you.”

Thomas laughed a little.  “If you think you can do it, give it a shot,” he said.

Virgil bit his lip, stuffing down the nerves and pressure that came with that.  He wasn’t sure if he could do it.  He wasn’t sure he could grab Janus fast enough, or hang on long enough, or say the right thing to get him to hear him out.

But Janus clearly wasn’t going to listen if they did something reasonable.

So, Virgil got behind the couch, and Thomas set himself up to make it look like he was working.  He started typing on the script he and Roman and Remus were working up, then waved his hand casually like summoning Janus was a spur of the moment thing.

He rose up in front of Thomas, and Virgil blinked in surprise from his spot hidden behind the couch.  Janus… did not look very good.  His clothes were rumpled, his hair was unkempt, the bandages were clearly visible under his shirt where he’d been stabbed, and the circles under his eyes rivaled Virgil’s eyeshadow.  He hadn’t looked that bad when Virgil saw him last— though granted, that had been only for a couple seconds immediately after waking up exhausted, while heavily focused on Remus.

“What do you need, Thomas?” Janus asked, as Virgil crept up behind him.

“Huh?  Oh, nothing,” Thomas said with a casual shrug, turning back to his script.  “I’m just the distraction here to wish you both good luck.”

“What?”

“You’re coming with me!” Virgil snapped, grabbing Janus by the arm and sinking them both out to his room, locking the door firmly after them both.  He moved over to lean against his desk as Janus processed what had happened.

“What— oh real mature, Virgil,” Janus snapped, turning to glare at him.  There was a pause where he was clearly trying to leave, and Janus’ gaze soured.  “Virgil, let me out.”

“Nope.”

“Virgil!”

“We need to talk.”

“Why would you want to?” Janus asked, looking up at the ceiling and squeezing his eyes shut.  “I was trying to give you space, Virgil.”

“You’ve done plenty of that already,” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

Janus flinched, and Virgil stood and watched as several emotions flashed across his face at once.  Finally, the fight drained out of him, and he sighed and slumped his shoulders.  He turned to face Virgil, moving to the space across from him like he was preparing for an interrogation.  “Alright.  What do you want, Virgil?”

Virgil took a moment to stare at him and be a little weirded out, and then he shook himself.  “Everyone’s telling me that you won’t talk to them.”

“So?  Why do you care?”

“Because you’re not coming out of your room and if they’re not going in either that means you’re avoiding everyone, Janus.  Plus you really look like shit.”

Janus gave him a look.  “Why thank you, Virgil.”

“Why are you avoiding everyone?”

“Why are you all so insistent that I shouldn’t?  I wouldn’t think you’d want me around!”

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t know, since you’ve decided to make that decision for us.”

Janus sighed wearily, pressing his head into his hands.  “I don’t understand why you care.”

“Just because you’ve decided all of us should hate you doesn’t mean we’re going to, Janus.”

Janus gave him a disbelieving look.  Virgil gave him a very firm one right back.

Janus shook his head.  “I can’t do this today.  What do you want, Virgil?”

“Stop hiding in your room.  Your family is worried about you, Janus.  We’re all worried about you.”

“Well, worry about someone who deserves it, then,” Janus said, glaring away.

“Janus.  For fucks sake.”

“What?”

“Do you honestly think this is going to help matters?  And none of the bullshit about how everyone should want you to be alone and miserable.  Do you honestly, deep down, think this is going to help?”

“I don’t deal in honesty,” Janus snapped.

“Janus.”

Janus was quiet for a minute.

“How do you see this going?  You’re alone for the rest of your life?  You stay in your room quietly miserable because you refuse to try and atone for anything or let anyone work towards a place of moving on?  You do realize you’re preventing that, right?”

“You all seem to be moving on without me just fine,” Janus said.

“Yeah, for now.”

“How do you know that isn’t going to last?”

“How do you know it is?  Wouldn’t it be better to do the one that we’re sure of, just in case?”

“I’ll just make things worse,” Janus said.  “And why are you so insistent that I don't deserve to suffer for everything I’ve done to you?  You and Remus both?”

Virgil crossed his arms.  “Because taking the coward’s way out is my job, Janus.”

Janus’ eyes snapped open in shock.

“Oh, did you not realize that’s what your doing?  That instead of coming out and trying to make up for everything you’ve done you’re hiding in your room where nothing can ever change, like a coward?  What you owe us is a chance to try and fix things.  Not hiding away where nothing will ever get better.”

Janus looked away and said nothing.

Virgil sighed.  “Janus,” he said.  “Do you remember the night you told me you were sorry you left?”

Janus nodded.

“That pissed me the fuck off.”

Janus winced and looked back at him.

“I was so goddamn mad.  I was so furious you thought you could make up for everything you’d done with ‘I’m sorry it was necessary.’  But that’s what you said.  And I had to get you to like me enough so you’d let Remus stay here, so I told you I forgave you.  I was lying.”

Janus looked down.  “Well, that’s fair,” he murmured.

“I’m not lying this time.”

Janus looked up again.  “What?”

Virgil took a breath.  “I forgive you, Janus.”

Janus stared at him.  “Wh— why?”

Virgil didn’t have the first clue how to start explaining.  Because he cared.  Because Janus had told him he’d never stopped missing him and Remus.  Because he’d convinced Roman and Logan to take a break and because he’d done Patton’s chores and made sure Thomas was as alright as he could be when everything was falling apart.  Because he’d told Remus that Malice using his idea wasn’t his fault.  Because he was such a goddamn wreck right now.

In the end, Virgil shrugged.  “Because you’re sorry.”

“I… but I didn’t…”

“Are you going to give yourself a list of things you have to do before I can forgive you?  Because in the end that’s up to me, Janus.”

“I…” Janus looked so completely lost that Virgil almost felt bad for him.  Finally he shut his eyes again, presumably to try and hide the tears that Virgil could see anyway.

“I’m sorry, Virgil,” Janus whispered.

“I know.  I forgive you,” Virgil said again.

Janus shook his head, opening his eyes that still looked just as lost.

“That is until holding this over you until the end of time starts becoming necessary to win arguments.”

Janus laughed, a couple tears slipping free as he did so.  He pressed his hands to his face and wiped his eyes.  Doing so raised his arms up enough that Virgil could see the bandages on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Virgil said.  “Come here.”

“What?” Janus asked, looking back at him.

“Come to the bathroom with me.  I’m gonna fix your bandages.  They look like they were wrapped by a toddler.”

“I— hey.  I’ve never done this before.”

“I have.  So come here.”

Janus winced but followed Virgil towards the bathroom.  Virgil pulled his first aid kit out from under his sink as Janus took his cape and shirt off and set them on the counter.

Virgil unwrapped the bandages and threw them in the trash can, then took a minute to observe the wound.

“It’s healing really well,” he said, grabbing a washcloth to clean it with.  “Does it hurt anymore?”

Janus shook his head.

“Good, it shouldn’t,” Virgil said, starting to dab with the cloth.  “It’ll definitely leave a scar.  Most scars do go away if you die, but that’s not really a good idea when you’re the only side keeping the barrier in place.”

“I can live with a scar on my shoulder, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded in acknowledgement and started wrapping the wound again.

“What do you mean by most scars?”

Virgil winced.

“Virgil?”

Virgil sighed and got the gauze tape.  “Well, if you get hurt when you’re recovering from death, the injuries don’t really heal right,” he muttered.  “Get hurt badly enough, and it could be permanent.  Remus and I both have some scars that aren’t ever going away, even if we die again.”

He could feel Janus tense under his hand, and he looked up at him.  “We hardly notice, Janus.  They don’t hurt anymore.  Remus insists they make him look hot.”

Janus snorted.  Then he took a breath, and was quiet for a long moment.

“Virgil?”

Virgil finished taping the bandages down and stepped back, letting Janus grab his shirt and cape again.  “Yeah?”

“I— I don’t imagine this will mean much coming from me, but… you did my job very well, even if you shouldn’t have had to.  I’m very proud of you.”

Virgil stared at Janus for a minute, trying to come up with anything to say to that.  “I… uh— whatever.”

Janus smiled, just a little bit.  Virgil took a minute to try and adjust to that, which didn’t really work, and finally he shook himself back into the conversation at hand.

“So, are you going to come talk to everyone now?”

Janus tensed and dropped the cape he’d been about to wrap around his shoulders to his side.  “You really want to have to see me all the time?”

“Everyone wants to see you.  We’re all worried.  Well, except Remus, but you know.”

Janus laughed a little bitterly.

“Come talk to your family with me.”

Janus stiffened.  “They’re not—”

“Yes, they are.”

“Virgil.”

“Janus.”

Janus crossed his arms and said nothing for a very long moment.

“Janus,” Virgil said quietly.  “They’re worried about you.  Please let them help you.”

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s not fair to ask me to do it.  But I’m also stubborn enough that you know you can’t stop me if someone else isn’t helping you.”

Janus glared at him, but Virgil could tell he knew he was right.

Finally, Janus sighed.  “Okay,” he muttered.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Janus said, lifting his cape so he could wrap it around his shoulders.  “When are we doing this?”

“Now.”

“Now?”

“Yep.  Or well… you should get cleaned up first.  I’ll meet you in the commons in fifteen minutes.”

Janus looked like he was regretting all of his life choices up until that point, but he sighed and nodded.

So Janus finally sank out and Virgil put the components of his first aid kit away.  Then he headed back into his room and took a moment to breathe.  Then he sank out to Remus’ room.

Remus was sitting on his bed, thankfully, and glanced up at Virgil when he appeared.

“How’d it go?”

“Good.  Squish me,” Virgil said, and he walked over and flopped down on top of Remus, who instantly pulled him close and squeezed, and Virgil took a moment to sigh in relief.

…

Patton, Logan, and Roman were all in the living room talking with Logan about the research he wanted to do for the next video.  Logan had finally explained to them that he liked it when they did that, so Patton and Roman had both started making an effort to do so.  All three of them stopped immediately when they noticed Virgil walked in with Janus, though.

Janus was standing stiff as a board, clearly uncomfortable, but he was here, and that was the important part.

There were a few moments of silence when everyone just stared at each other, and finally, Janus stepped forward.

“I—” he said weakly.  “I’m sorry I—”

“JANUS!” everyone screamed at once.  Janus was immediately afterwards tackled by both Roman and Patton, who dragged him back over to the couch where Logan joined in the hug in a much less tackle-y way, but seeming no less desperate or relieved.

Virgil gave one more relieved sigh and left them to talk.  He had a hug pile of his own to get back to.

…

Chapter Forty-Three