#Red and Blue alone... Awh...

[characteroulette]

A few misc doodles for Ukagaka things...

[ariestrxsh]

dom!reader x sub!chris x dom!friend

➶ ࣪ ִֶָ𖹭. content warning: threesome (ffm), semi-public, praise, degradation, light humiliaton, handjob, oral (m & f!receiving), unprotected sex, double cowgirl, facial

➶ ࣪ ִֶָ𖹭. summary: you and a friend seduce the cute, quiet boy who always sits at the back of the class and keeps to himself while the three of you are at a party on campus

dividers (top) by @/chachachannah (bottom) by @/sisterlucifergraphics

No I In Threesome

Loud rap music blared throughout the house as you and your best friend, Desiree, navigated your way through a sea of drunk college kids, trying not to trip over the pairs of feet as you made your way to the other side of the room.

You were laughing and carrying on about how excited you were for midterms to be over with and which boy you hoped would hit on you tonight when you noticed Desiree become a bit distracted.

"Awh. Look. That's the sweet boy who's in our communications class. He's all by himself," Desiree said, gently squeezing your arm before gesturing over at Chris who was sitting all alone on the couch, hoodie pulled on over his head with a red solo cup in one hand and his phone in the other.

"I'd love it if he hit on me," you chuckled, admiring his attractive features.

"Oh, come on. He's not the type to hit on someone. He's the type to get hit on," Desiree giggled, clocking his submissive behavior.

He was a shy, quiet boy who had a sweet demeanor, usually sitting at the back of the classroom and mostly keeping to himself. You hadn't spoken to him too many times, but the few interactions you'd had with him, you'd found his timid nature incredibly endearing.

He'd been so nervous, stumbling over his words and blushing anytime he made direct eye contact with you. You'd had your eye on him for a while because of this, secretly craving him.

You figured this might be an opportunity to bring one of your biggest fantasies to life. You leaned over and whispered a naughty idea into your best friend's ear, one the two of you had joked about before, but this time, you were serious.

At first, she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand as blood rushed to her cheeks at your suggestion, but the longer she thought about it, the more she found herself seriously considering it. She slowly nodded, the embarrassed smile fading from her expression.

"Now's our chance to go ask him. Let's go," you replied, taking Desiree's hand as the two of you strutted over to the blue-eyed boy who was peering down, scrolling through Instagram and not paying his surroundings any mind. You came up on his left side and Desiree on his right.

"Hey, pretty boy," you spoke aloud, pulling his phone out of his hand while Desiree took his drink from him, both of you collapsing down on the couch beside him. The two of you crowded him so closely, you were nearly perched on his lap. He glanced between the two of you, shifting nervously around on the leather.

"Mind if we have a little chat?" Desiree asked, taking a sip of his drink before leaning forward and placing the red solo cup on the coffee table.

"Yeah, we had this really silly idea, and we wanted to run it by you," you replied, tucking his phone into his hoodie pocket. He gestured toward himself, raising his eyebrows and looking around as if the two of you were addressing someone else. You nodded, biting down on your lip and placing your hand on his thigh.

"An idea? S-sure. W-what is it?" He wondered aloud, peering down at your hand placement as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. All he could think about was how dangerously close you were to his...

Before he could finish his thought, Desiree stooped forward and whispered something into his ear. As he listened to her bold language and sexual vulgarity, you watched him widen his gaze, and his jaw dropped as a look of desire flashed across his face.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You w-want to what? With m-me?" Chris asked, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. He'd never had a woman come onto him so strongly, never mind two.

"Of course, you, silly boy. Come on. It'll be so fun," you purred into his ear, pulling off his hood and running your fingers through his brown locks.

"Yeah, what do you say, pretty boy? Think you can handle us both?" Desiree cooed, leaning in and resting her palm on his chest.

Chris eagerly nodded with a flushed expression, knowing damn well he probably couldn't, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

He looked at the two of you speechless, still in disbelief about what the two of you were suggesting. A threesome? With him? His cock stirred in his jeans at the way the two of you were devouring him whole with your eyes and putting your hands all over him.

"Ever taken two girls on at the same time?" You wondered, licking your lips as your gaze dropped to his lips. He timidly shook his head no.

"That's okay, baby. No need to be nervous. We'll pop your threesome cherry," Desiree told him, gripping his jaw and turning his head to face her. He slowly nodded, his heart pounding in his ears and his erection twitching in his pants.

"Sweet boy. You're already getting excited, aren't you?" You hissed, reaching for his bulge. He glanced over at you and let out a relieved sigh as you soothed his aching cock by gently palming him through the demin fabric. He peered down at where you were touching him, his jaw falling open as pleasure washed over his features.

"Don't worry, pretty boy. We'll show you how to take good care of us," you assured him, cradling his face and tracing his jawline with the tips of your fingers.

You slowly leaned in, closing the distance between your lips and his. Your tongue slipped into his mouth as he hummed into yours, a response to the way you caressed his eager cock that was straining against his pants. You pulled away, chuckling at how easily he had gotten worked up.

"But first, baby. We're gonna take really good care of you," Desiree told him, grabbing his jaw again and facing him towards her. He peered up at her with his desperate blue eyes and slowly nodded as she leaned in to kiss him, their lips locking onto one another's.

She slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he moaned when he felt the ball of her piercing. His heart started to race, and his palms started to sweat. He wanted to reach out and touch you both, but his nervous energy had his arms pinned at his sides, too shy to do anything with his hands.

Desiree pulled away from the kiss, giggling and commenting on how soft his lips were as she ran the pads of her fingers over them. His breath hitched.

"I think we should take him somewhere upstairs, don't you?" You asked, glancing between Chris and Desiree as you combed through his messy brown hair with your manicured fingernails.

"We definitely should. We don't want anyone to see what we're about to do to him," Desiree replied, biting down on her lip as she bore into Chris with her seductive stare. His breathing became more labored, his imagination running wild as her words danced around in his mind.

"Let's go," you said, leaning in before you jumped up and started to head to the second floor. You grabbed Chris' wrist and dragged him up the stairs. Desiree followed closely behind the two of you.

You started trying the doors, hoping that at least one room was available. The first couple you tried were locked presumably due to people who already had the same idea as the three of you.

The third doorknob that you turned opened easily, and you stepped into the room without any hesitancy, guiding Chris and Desiree in as well. Desiree closed the door behind her, the latch sounding as she locked it to keep someone from walking in on the three of you.

You didn't know whose bedroom you were in. It didn't matter. You just needed privacy and a bed.

You and Desiree kicked off your heels, discarding them into a pile on the floor. Chris followed suit, kicking off his converse. You sauntered over towards the sweet, shy boy, gently pushing him onto the edge of the queen-sized mattress. You and Desiree sat on either side of him again.

"W-what are you guys gonna do?" Chris asked, his eyes full of excitement and wonder as Desiree fiddled with the zipper of his hoodie. She slowly unzipped it, revealing the black t-shirt he had on underneath. She pushed his open hoodie down off of his arms and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.

"Come on, pretty boy. Don't play dumb," you softly answered, your lips curling into a devious smile as you reached for his belt, popping open the buckle. His heart raced, pumping more blood to the place he needed it most as he watched you undo his zipper and the button on his jeans.

You weren't wasting any time. You hooked your fingers into his waistband, pulling his pants and his boxers down slightly to reveal his length. "It's so pretty, baby," you complimented him, staring down at his cock as it sprung out of the restrictive fabric, "and so big."

He sharply inhaled as his precum covered tip was exposed to the cool air. "Wow! Look at that," Desiree said, peering down at it wide-eyed. She reached down, wrapping her fingers around his thick, veiny shaft, and started to stroke it gently.

You tilted his chin towards you again, looking into his pretty blue eyes and admiring his flushed cheeks and his slightly parted lips. "We're gonna have so much fun with you," you cooed before you slowly leaned in again. His eyes fluttered closed, meeting you halfway as he predicted your next move.

You engulfed his soft, warm lips with your own, feeling his breath quicken as Desiree sped up the pace of her strokes. You gently bit down on his sensitive flesh, causing him to whimper into your mouth, the soft vibration tickling your lip.

You moved to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses as you made your way to his neck. Desiree did the same, latching onto the other side of his neck as she gently suckled on a sweet spot just below his ear. More soft moans unfurled from his pouty lips as the two of you teased him.

You peered down at his dick that was twitching in Desiree's grasp, and you delicately placed your own hand on it. A guttural noise came from the blue-eyed boy as you swiped your thumb over his swollen tip, causing the clear fluid that had gathered at his slit to leak down his length. You listened to all the pretty sounds and took in the sight of all the pretty faces he made, feeling a wetness pooling between your thighs.

"Wanna feel our mouths somewhere else?" Desiree whispered into his ear, her lips brushing gently against his earlobe and sending goosebumps across his skin. All he could think about was her tongue ring.

"Please," he desperately whined, savoring the feeling of being played with by you both at the same time. You slowly slid off the bed, nestling between Chris' legs, and Desiree followed.

The two of you looked up at him with your lustful eyes, both leaning in to lick a stripe from the base of his cock to his swollen tip. He shuddered at the sensation of both of your tongues gliding across his sensitive skin, tightly gripping the blanket beneath him as a moan spilled from his lips.

You gently flicked your tongue over the head, tasting the salty flavor of his arousal as he lifted his hips off the bed, subconsciously trying to coax it into your mouth. You and Desiree giggled at his desperation, which turned him on even more.

The soft sounds of the two of you planting kisses along his shaft echoed throughout the room along with Chris' labored breath and the moans he choked out as you each neared his most sensitive spot.

You circled his tip with your tongue a few more times before you finally took it into your mouth, the whole time Chris staring at you in anticipation. You hummed around the head, feeling him twitch against your lips. Desiree continued trailing kisses along his length, her mouth only a few inches from yours.

The two of you alternated, taking turns putting him into your mouth until he was squirming beneath you, whimpers slipping from his lips. You both started swirling your tongues over his slit in unison, his cock writhing in your grasp. He could feel the smooth metal of Desiree's tongue piercing stimulating his tip and creating a wonderful sensation he'd never felt before.

You each giggled and slurped up the clear fluid that was leaking from him, making his whole body tense beneath you. He tried so hard to fend off his orgasm, but he was teetering on the edge, just a few subtle movements from coming completely unraveled beneath the two of you.

You could see the pleasure etched into his facial expression. "Awh, look. He's so close," you said, pulling your mouth away for a moment.

"Already?" Desiree scoffed, following your lead and pulling her mouth off of him. "I thought he said he could handle this."

"Are you kidding? You really believed him when he said that?" You teased him, giving him a little smile as you gazed into his desperate blue eyes. The way the two of you subtly humiliated and degraded him made his cock pulse.

Suddenly, your gaze wandered from Chris to your friend. "Kiss me," you softly whispered as the two of you withdrew your attention from Chris and started making eyes at each other. He watched in awe as you reached up to cradle your friend's face, your gaze dancing over her features before the two of you embraced, your bodies pressing against each other as your lips met hers.

You loved kissing girls. Desiree's skin was smooth, and her lips were so tender and tasted faintly of her vanilla chapstick. You felt her warm breath mixing with yours. Your senses were filled with her sweet perfume and her favorite moisturizer she wore every day. You couldn't get enough of her.

She quietly moaned into your mouth as your hands wandered her body, tracing every curve. Her hands did the same, gripping your waist and pulling you closer. Her touch was much softer than a man's. She was much more passionate and somehow also more gentle.

Chris grew a bit jealous. He'd just gone from having the attention of two women to none in a matter of seconds, but he couldn't take his eyes off either of you.

The kiss the two of you shared was so erotic that he felt like he was intruding on two lovers sharing a vulnerable moment, almost like he was witnessing something he shouldn't be. You carded your fingers through Desiree's long, soft hair, your lips melding into hers as you fell deeper and deeper into her kiss.

The two of you had made out before two or three times in high school when the two of you were practicing for kissing boys and at a sleepover when you'd been dared by another mutual friend to kiss eachother, but nothing this heated until now.

You started reaching up her shirt, your hands brushing against the warm, smooth skin of her stomach until you reached her chest. You gently squeezed her breast as she hummed in delight, the vibration tickling your lip.

You pulled away for a short moment, just long enough to pull Desiree's shirt off over her head, leaving her in nothing but her jeans and her lace bra. You gently tugged on the lacey fabric, revealing her perfect breast. You leaned in and took her nipple into your mouth, gently sucking on it.

She threw back her head, gently tangling her fingers in your hair as she savored the feeling of your tongue flicking against her sensitive bud. The sounds she made were heavenly, and you smiled against her chest as you listened to how good you were making her feel.

Chris couldn't pull his eyes off of the two of you. He loved how tenderly you each interacted with one another, taking notes on what he'd do differently the next time he kissed a woman.

You slowly retreated, looking up at her before you attached your lips to hers again. You felt her hand resting on the inside of your thigh, her fingertips unhurriedly gliding up your skirt. Your breath hitched in your throat for a moment as she brushed her thumb against the damp patch on your underwear.

She pulled away from the kiss for a moment, but kept her hand between your legs, softly drawing circles on your clit through the fabric. "Oh, my god. You're so wet," she gasped with a bit of surprise in her voice.

Chris started slowly stroking his length as the two of you leaned in again, your lips being pulled together by some kind of magnetic force while your curious hands continued roaming each other's bodies.

Your fingers wandered to the front of Desiree's jeans, slowly undoing the button and pulling down the waistband to reveal her white panties she had on underneath. You gently squeezed her soft, round ass, smirking against her lips.

After you tugged them the rest of the way down her legs, the pads of your fingers slipped down the front of the cotton fabric, and you gently brushed against her wet folds, causing her to moan again. You had always wanted to touch her like this, to elicit these sounds from her, and you couldn't believe it was finally happening.

Chris' mind was swimming with thoughts, wondering if the two of you had slept together before this due to the obvious sexual chemistry that lingered between the two of you and wondering what he did to deserve becoming a voyeur to such a seemingly intimate moment.

When the two of you pulled away, you were each breathless and staring into each other's eyes. You'd almost forgotten Chris was right there until you saw him getting carried away with himself out of your peripherals and heard his soft whimpers as he started pumping faster.

"Ah, ah, ah. Better not cum yet, naughty boy. We're just getting started," Desiree smirked over at him, gently swatting his wrist. Chris nodded. He slowed his strokes to a stop, looking at the two of you like he'd been scolded.

Desiree reached for the hem of your top, and as your raised your arms, she pulled it off over your head, her eyes dropping to your breasts that were spilling out over your bra. Her gaze wandered over to Chris whose eyes were locked onto your tits. "Sit on the bed next to him," your friend told you with a devious smile on her face.

Chris scooted over a few inches, making room for you on the edge of the bed to his left. Chris' stare danced over your body as you stood up and plopped down beside the blue-eyed boy. He admired the pretty black bow connecting the two halves of your bra, licking his lips as he imagined taking it off of you.

"You can touch me," you offered him permission, sensing that he may have been too shy to ask. He blushed and smiled, reaching over with a trembling hand and delicately cupped your boob. He brushed his thumb along the fabric, feeling your nipple harden beneath his touch.

He hooked his finger into the strap of your bra and slowly tugged it down your shoulder, his eyes meeting yours once more to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries. You nodded in approval. He smiled when the fabric fell away, revealing your bare breast to him. He lowered his head, bringing his lips to your nipple and flickering his tongue over it, eliciting a moan a from you.

"Good boy," you cooed, reaching up and gently scratching his head as you ran your red nails through his hair. He whimpered against your chest at your praises, eager to do anything to receive more.

Desiree was on her knees in front of you, reaching under you skirt again and catching her fingertips on the waistband of your panties. She slowly slipped them down your thighs, discarding them behind her as she parted your legs and spread you open. Her warm breath hitting your heat caused you to gasp and shudder.

Chris peered down at her, eager to watch her start eating you. He'd only ever seen a girl eat another girl out in porn, never in real life.

Desiree's eyes were fixed on yours as she leaned in and attached her lips to your bundle of nerves. You jumped at the feeling of her mouth on you, and Chris watched in awe at the way her tongue started fluttering around on your most sensitive spots, her shiny, smooth piercing massaging your clit.

Your fingers found themselves threaded in her hair again as you pushed her head down. She gently shook her head, nuzzling your cunt. You rolled your hips forward, grinding against her face and leaving her chin soaked in your juices. You peered into her eyes, hypnotized by the way she looked at you, already nearing the edge.

"You wanna cum all over my tongue, don't you?" She whispered, her warm breath hitting your cunt. You fervently nodded, your eyes begging her to put her mouth back on you. "Not yet, not until Chris has some fun with you, hmm?" She cooed, giving you one last slow, soft, sensual kiss between your legs before she pulled away and glanced over at the boy beside you. "Wanna taste her?" She asked him in a sweet voice.

His eyes lit up. He turned the inner corners of his eyebrows up with his lips slightly parted as he slowly nodded. He slid off the bed, kneeling beside your friend. Desiree helped him out of his shirt, revealing his silver chain necklace.

You glanced down in anticipation as his shirtless form settled between your legs. You leaned back on the bed, propping yourself up with your elbows. Desiree placed a hand on each of your thighs and pushed them as far apart as she could.

"Doesn't she have such a pretty pussy?" She said to him, but her eyes were on you, watching your reactions and watching the way your cunt quivered at her words.

"It is. It's very pretty," Chris replied, wetting his lips as he drew nearer, his cold chain tickling your soft skin. He peered down, soaking in the sight of your glistening pussy just inches from his face.

His tongue darted out, brushing against your clit and making you softly moan. He gave a few sweet kitten licks, closing his eyes, too nervous to directly look at you as he started working his lips on your sensitive bud.

"C'mon, pretty boy. Don't be shy. I bet she wants to see those pretty blue eyes of yours while you eat her, hmm?" Desiree encouraged him, softly running her fingers through his hair.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, gazing up at you and the pleasured expression on your face, which encouraged him to keep going. His licks because a little messier, drooling all over your cunt as he ate you out. He wrapped his lips around your sensitive clit, gently suckling on it and moaning against you.

You couldn't get enough of his mouth and his fucked out expression as he got drunk off of you, slurping up all your wetness.

"Chris..." you moaned, one hand reaching up to squeeze your breast and the other tangled in Chris' brown locks. Your body began to tighten as he sped up the flicker of his tongue that hit all the right spots with the perfect pressure. "Oh, Chris.. Where did you learn to do that?" You whimpered, your legs beginning to shake.

You'd always been under the impression that he'd need to be taught or need to be shown how to do it right, but the look in his eye and the feathery touch of his tongue suddenly had you believing otherwise. Perhaps he was more experienced than he let on. He smirked up at you, knowing you'd fall apart any minute.

Desiree whispered into his ear while he licked you, calling him a good boy and telling him what a good job he was doing. His soft tongue continued exploring your wet folds, every few seconds, closing his lips down around your sensitive button and gently suckling on it, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You clamped your thighs down on his head, suffocating him with your pussy as your body began to spasm. He could feel your wetness flooding his tastebuds as you finished, both his hands traveling to your waist and pulling you down further onto his face.

You let out a stream of unintelligible whimpers and moans as you continued grinding against his tongue, enjoying every last bit of contact his mouth made with you. You loved every second, even the aftershocks as you came down from your intense orgasm, Chris still lazily dragging his tongue along your folds and licking you clean.

You sat up as Chris retreated from between your legs, wiping a drop of sweat that had formed on his brow. He breathlessly smiled up at you with a flushed expression and pink-tinted cheeks, his chin covered in a sheen of your arousal.

"You did so good, Chris," you praised him, still trying to catch your breath. "Come lay down on the bed for us, hmm?" You softly spoke, patting the mattress like you were beckoning a puppy. He nodded, biting down on his lip. "We're gonna use your mouth and your cock at the same time, okay?"

He nodded even more enthusiastically this time. He laid back on the bed in nothing but his underwear and his silver chain, his chest rising and falling from excitement. You and Desiree exchanged a devious look, each of you closing in on him.

You slipped your hand into his waistband, pulling out his length, throwing your leg over his lap and straddling him while Desiree straddled his face, facing you while she pulled her panties to the side. You lined him up with your entrance, sinking down on him at the same time that his mouth made contact with your friend's warm, wet cunt.

Chris moaned as you slid down on his length, feeling every ridge and every vein of his pulsing cock as you stretched around it. You lowered yourself all the way until you were completely full of him.

You couldn't help the noises that slipped past your lips as you started to ride, trying to find a rhythm. You started to roll your hips forward, massaging Chris' cock with your walls and causing him to whimper against Desiree's cunt once more.

"Oh my god," Desiree said in a breathy voice as Chris started expertly eating her. She started grinding against Chris' tongue while the two of you stared into each other's eyes, exchanging looks of sheer pleasure.

"He's so good with his mouth, isn't he?" You cooed, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She slowly nodded, her jaw dropping as Chris started to suck on her clit. You rode Chris a bit faster, leaning in and pulling Desiree into another long, slow kiss.

Chris was overwhelmed by having two women make out on top of him while he pleasured you both, desperately trying not to finish too soon.

The room was filled with rhythmic breathing, loud moaning, and the languid sounds of Chris' cock and tongue working in and out of both of you. You squeezed around him, already getting close again, whimpering against your friend's lips.

"I'm gonna cum," Desiree whispered, pulling away from the kiss and pressing her forehead against yours. You gazed into her eyes, caressing her pretty face. "Yeah? You're gonna cum? All over his soft tongue?" You asked her.

She nodded, her moans growing more desperate as Chris started licking her more fervently. "Yes. Good girl. Finish for me," you smiled, talking her through it.

She started thrashing her hips, her orgasm crashing over her and leaving her a trembling mess. Chris graciously cleaned her with his tongue, savoring her flavor as she overwhelmed his tastebuds with her sweetness.

Your climax hit you shortly after, Chris' tip hitting all your hard to reach places as you bounced on him. He could feel you start to rhythmically clench around him, your cum starting to leak down the sides of his cock as his name cascaded from your lips.

You slowed down, still riding the high of your earth-shattering orgasm, your cunt still fluttering around his cock.

Chris was desperately squirming beneath the two of you. He couldn't take anymore, on the verge of his own release. "Where do you wanna cum, baby?" You asked the sweet boy, staring down at his fucked out expression after Desiree climbed off of him.

"On your pretty faces. Please," he whimpered in response.

You and Desiree crawled off the bed and knelt down on the floor, and Chris climbed to his feet, standing over the two of you. You each placed a hand on his length, pumping his cock that was ready to bust at any moment now.

He glanced back and forth between you two, taking in the sight of both of your smeared makeup and messed up hair, wondering how he'd gotten lucky enough to have two beautiful women on their knees, waiting for him to finish with mouths open wide and tongues sticking out.

He placed a hand on each of your cheeks, stroking your faces as he gazed at both of your eager expressions. His lips parted slightly after he licked them, and he pinned his eyebrows together as his eyelids grew heavy.

You knew he was coming undone seconds before pearly white ropes of cum shot all over each of your faces, squirting into both of your mouths and coating your features in his warm, sticky substance. Whimpers and profanities poured uncontrollably from him as he released all his pent up sexual frustration.

He stared down at the two of you who were giggling and laughing. A smile curled on his perfect lips that were bright pink with arousal as you both milked him dry. "Holy fuck. That was amazing," he managed to spit out, but he knew amazing didn't really do it justice.

"Naughty boy," Desiree smirked up at him, her hand still wrapped around his thickness.

"You liked that a little too much," you teased him as he tried to gather his thoughts and recover, completely dazed. He couldn't help but to wonder if maybe you guys had liked that a little too much.

After you and Desiree helped clean each other up in the bathroom, and after you'd both kissed Chris goodnight, telling him how much fun you had and suggesting the three of you should do it again sometime, you two started your walk back home from the party.

"That wasn't just some ploy to get me to make out with you and eat your pussy, was it?" Desiree nudged you in the arm, smirking over in your direction as the two of you made your way down the sidewalk, both sets of your heels clicking against the pavement.

"What!?" You asked, trying to sound shocked. "I can't even believe you'd suggest that!" You exclaimed. The two of you exchanged a look and broke out into laughter.

Desiree stopped walking for a moment, gripped your face, and turned your head towards hers. The way her hands felt on you gave you goosebumps and sent a shiver down your spine.

She leaned in and whispered into your ear, "Okay, but next time you're eating my pussy."

[mattsnight]

Under the mistletoe with nerd!matt ! ✧₊⁺

Warnings: cursing, kissing, anxiety

“Matt don’t be a pussy and come with us to y/n’s Christmas party!” Nick says to his younger brother Matt. He had been begging him to go to your party for ages, but matt kept saying ‘no’ or ‘i don’t like parties’. You had invited them after you became close friends with Nick, which was shocking to Matt. How did nick become friends with everyone? After his other brother, Chris, also had gotten an invitation, he couldn’t be more excited. He loved your vibe and the way your ass looks in your dresses.

“I’m not a pussy, nick… is just.. not my thing.” Matt rolls his eyes, turning away from his brother. “Kid, we all know you have a crush on her, come with us and do something about it.” Chris says, appearing in the hallway. Matt’s cheeks immediately turn red at his brother’s comment. How did they know about his crush on you? “I don’t have a crush on her!” Matt whines. Chris lets out a soft laugh before walking off. “Yeah yeah okay sure, dude.”

After a while Matt finally agrees to go with his brothers to your ‘magical’ party, or how everyone likes to call it. He had put on blue jeans, a collared dress shirt and a tie. It really made his confidence grow. He looks into the mirror, fixing his hair as he does so. “If she doesn’t notice you in that, i don’t know what life is anymore.” Chris says, chuckling as he watches matt get all fancy. Yeah, he knew Matt was down bad.

They arrive at your party, met with a large crowd of people dancing and drinking. Matt anxiously bites his nails as he looks around. He was already starting to get overwhelmed, but his brothers helped him through it. There were Christmas lights everywhere and of-course, a big decorated tree. The three boys just stand there in shock for a second. “Shit.. she really went all out for this.” Chris says, completely in shock.

“Oh hey guys!” They suddenly hear a voice say. It’s you, wearing a small red glitter dress with black heels. Chris lets out a whistle at the sight, but gets stopped by matt pinching his sides. “Hey girl! You look so gorgeous.” Nick says, pulling you close. “Awh thank you Nick! Merry Christmas by the way.” You smile at Nick before looking over to Matt, seeing his nervous state. He tries to act like he wasn’t already staring at you by fixing his glasses.

Chris winks at Matt before walking away, Nick does the same. You’re now left alone with him, all alone. He’s too scared to look into your eyes, terrified of messing stuff up even though nothing is going on. He tenses up as he hears you speak. “You look really nice tonight, matt, i like it.”

Matt blushes again, this time even worse. “Oh— t-thanks.. yeah—“ he stutters, finally looking into your eyes. He calms down a small bit as he sees a smile formed on your face. “Can i show you something?” You ask. “It’s just down the hall,”

He nods quickly, desperate to get out of this corner of the house. You take him to a hallway where it’s almost empty. Then suddenly, he stops walking, making you look at him in confusion. He swallows as you look at him, nervousness streaming through his veins. “Whats up?” You ask, genuinely curious. He points up. You look at what he’s pointing at, noticing a mistletoe you had put up earlier. He looks back down at you, into your eyes.

“I guess it’s a sign, hm?” You say, getting closer to him. Matt gulps, losing his senses as you touch his arm. Then it happens. You kissed him deeply, your arms wrapped around his neck. He instantly kisses you back, his hands landing on your sides. ‘Shit’ he thought, you really were better than he could ever thought. As the kiss starts to get sloppy you pull away. For a moment there’s silence, just deep breaths filling the air.

Matt knows this is his chance.

“I-” he tries, but fails. His voice cracks slightly as he tries to find the right words. “I know we haven’t really… talked.. but i just.. god.. i think i love you.” He blurts out, looking down quickly after he said that. “What?” You’re in full shock at this point. He just admitted his feelings for you. Matt looks back up at you. “Shit— i- sorry i didn’t mean to— fuck.” He curses under his breath, but loudly enough for you to hear.

“No matt— hey,” you let out a soft chuckle. “I really like you too, ever since i saw you when i first hung out with nick.”

“Fuck yeah! I won the bet!” Chris jumps up and down as he gets 100$ from his older brother. Matt’s head immediately turns to his brothers, almost annoyed at their actions. “What bet?” You ask, looking at Chris. “That my brother would finally make his move on you. Jesus it’s been tiring watching him drool over you.”

“I did not— okay maybe a little bit..” matt admits, smiling to himself. Chris and Nick are now talking with each other about how Chris ‘manifested’ it and all that. Matt looks back at you, now confident about his actions. “So.. can i take you out on a date now?”

“Yes matt, yes you can.”

//

I love nerd!matt :( he’s so cute

[acotarspritz]

Medals and Misunderstandings - Part 2

azriel x swimmer!reader - Olympics AU

Blurb : You run into Azriel in the Olympic village and he can't seem to get you off his mind, but when you see him again you are convinced the handsome guy with amber eyes doesn't like you, so you go out of your way to avoid him. (Part 2)

Word count : 1.6k (sorry it's short but i'm having issues and hopefully i write the rest soon!)

Author's Note: so ummmmm... i kind of died sorry. Uni is kicking my ass physically, and men are kicking my ass emotionnally so i have not been able to write for ages, so yeah sorry about that. but hopefully i'm backkkk.

warnings : english is not my first language so please excuse any/all grammar errors, not entirely proofread, swearing, and i think that's it honestly

lemme know if I missed any and I'll add them ! hope it's okay and that you enjoyyyy !

-~~-

Azriel didn’t understand. One minute you were smiling and waving at him, and the next you were avoiding him. It had started a few days ago, on the day he had bumped into you for the first time.

When he had looked around the cafeteria to see where Amren had gone, the last thing he had expected was to see her sitting at what he assumed was your table. He was convinced the odds had been in his favor for once, because what were the odds of him seeing you again after that morning, considering the number of athletes and volunteers? Azriel would never admit this to anyone, especially Amren, but he was glad she was seeing her Varian, considering it allowed him to figure out who you were. 

You were wearing your Olympic team colors this time, and he recognized the different shades of teal, blue, and white as belonging to Summer. He still didn’t know what sport you competed in, or even your name, but he would. Somehow he would find out.

You had turned to see what everyone at your table was talking about, and your eyes had met his, and he swore he was drowning in them. You looked so innocent compared to him and his mangled hands, and when you smiled at him, something tightened in his stomach. Although he was drawn to you, Azriel was certain nothing could ever happen between the two of you. 

He had watched as you waved hello, and he had felt himself grow flustered. You were most likely just trying to be polite, but he had wanted it to mean something, and he still wanted it to mean something. You had clearly waved hello to him, and not to the whole table, or maybe he was imagining things. Before he could even think of smiling back, you had turned back to your table, and away from him. Gods he was stupid. Of course you were just being polite by saying hello. You probably hadn’t even thought twice about running into him that morning, yet he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

He felt someone slap him on the back, and he snapped out of his daydream. 

“Well I’ll be damned, has a girl truly rendered our Shadow speechless? Our little Az is all grown up.” He turned to Cassian as he heard him speak, and watched as he wiped away a fake tear and wrapped his arms around him. 

“I’m older than you asshole,” he tried to push the man’s arms off him but it was no use. He felt his cheeks grow red as the whole table joined in on the teasing.

“Awh look he’s blushing, isn’t that cute!”

“Nesta I swear to the Mother you better sleep with one eye open tonight.” Gods why wouldn’t they leave him alone? 

He felt Rhys reach to pinch his cheeks, and he finally broke out of Cassian’s hold to swat his hand away, “Can you all fuck off?”

Azriel looked back toward you as his table broke into laughter, and he saw you quickly glance back at him before quickly turning back to your table. 

Nesta, Mor, and Feyre, whose backs had originally been facing towards you, had all turned around to see exactly who they had been talking about and had very clearly seen you glance at them, at him. 

Mor gave him a small smirk, “Well isn’t she pretty? If you won’t talk to her Az, I will.” She made a move to stand up, and he shot out of his seat, “Mor…”

His tone said enough, and all his friends began laughing again, before Cass pushed him, “Well go on loverboy, we’re watching you.”

He started walking towards your table, at least to get away from his friends, but he had no idea what he was doing. What did he say? Did he apologize for running into you this morning? Or just hello? Why were you making him so nervous?

Before he could even think about what to say, he watched you get up and say something to your table and walk away, not sparing a single glance back at them, or him. 

-~~-

That had been days ago, and he still had no idea who you were. He had barely seen you in the cafeteria since. Every time they walked in, you were quick to finish your meal and walk out, and he hadn’t run into you again. It was driving him mad, and his friends had all noticed. 

He had wanted to ask Amren about you because clearly she knew you, or at least knew your name, but he didn’t want to do it in front of everyone. Even if they could see something was bothering him, he didn’t want to admit that it was a girl.

Nothing had ever destabilized him like this before. Azriel was known for being calm, controlled, and never letting his emotions take control or make him act rashly. Even on the field, people always said they could see that he was always analyzing, and plotting whatever moves the team should be making

But now, he was distracted, even at practice. Why were you always on his mind and why did he not want you to leave his mind, even if you were throwing him off his center?

He swore luck was on his side for once when he entered the cafeteria for breakfast and saw Amren sitting alone at a table. She looked up and raised an eyebrow as she saw him approach slowly and sit in front of her.

“Sooo, Amren. How are you this morning?” He hoped she was in a good mood, or at least a good enough mood so that he could finally get some answers.

“What do you want, batboy?”

“What? Nothing! I just wanted to know how you were doing.” The stare he received in response told him she absolutely did not believe him, and with a sigh, he asked “Who is she?”

“Who is who?”

“Amren.”

“Azriel.”

He sighed again, “The girl from Summer, you know the one who sits at your table every time you eat with Varian.”

He saw her smirk and Azriel knew he was never going to hear the end of this. “Oh, you mean Y/n? You should have been more specific from the start.” She knew exactly who he had been talking about, of course, but it was a rare occasion to be able to tease Azriel, let alone about a girl, so, of course, she had to take it.

“Yes yes okay, so, Y/n? Tell me about her.”

“Why?”

“Amren please.”

“Wow, begging? This is a new look for you.”

Before Azriel could even think of a response, he heard Cassian’s laughter, and knew his friends were about to join them, prompting him to throw Amren a look that clearly said ‘Don’t mention this.’ All he got in response was a smirk.

-~~-

You’d never been this stressed before. You were lucky enough to qualify to compete in multiple events, but that meant you had multiple heats to go through. You really wanted to at least make it to the finals, to at least have a chance to compete for the win, but that meant having the best scores in the heat round, in the semi-finals, and then ideally in the finals, which technically was only three things, but that didn’t make it any easier. 

You had two events today, women’s 400m freestyle heat, and then the final tonight if you ranked high enough this morning, and you truly hoped you did well as it would set the pace for the rest of your competitions.

You had walked into the cafeteria to grab a quick breakfast before going back to the pool, going over your coach’s latest comments in your mind, when you heard someone call out your name, and recognized the voice as Amren. Turning around to find her, you saw her sitting at an empty table. Well almost empty, save the man you had been avoiding for days. She waved you over, and you didn’t want to seem impolite, so you grabbed your apple and cup of tea before heading over to where they were sat.

“Hey, Amren, how are you?” You plastered on a small smile, hoping you would be able to go as soon as possible because as much as you appreciated Amren, you hadn’t spent days avoiding the man sitting in front of her and convincing yourself you didn’t care about him and his friends laughing at you just to fall back in again and start caring. 

“I’m great, have you met Azriel before? He’s on the rugby sevens team for Velaris,” she spoke while raising a hand towards the man, prompting you to look at him. You did, and found him already staring at you. 

You gave him a small smile and a small nod in greeting, “Nice to meet you Azriel,” you looked back at Amren, “Look, it was nice to see you, but I kind of have to-”

“You should join us! We almost never talk at dinner,” she shooed Azriel, “Az move over so she can sit. Come on Y/n, sit.” The look she gave you didn’t really give you the option to disagree, so you gave a small sigh and sat down next to the man, Azriel she had said, and prayed to the Mother you were not about to go through the most awkward breakfast of your life.

[kitashinsukehoney]

"You never been to Heaven, have you?" - mdni

Characters: Muzan Kibutshuji

TW: MDNI!! Sexual themes applied such as breeding kink, dacryphilia, rough sex, fingering, squirting, nipple playing, creampie, degradation , praise kink, orgasm control, edging, anal sex.

MUZAN KIBUTSHUJI

Nakime brought me to him. I was supposed to watch the village and take care of the villagers' peace tonight. How did I ended up here? I have lost my sword and I'm alone infront of this man. I don't even recognize him, oblivious to the fact that he is the King Of Demon. I remained kneeling, unable to stand up and run. Not a single sound coming out from me except my heartbeats.

"Awh, look at you. So scared", he voiced out. I can feel that he is smirking at me. He is wearing a white suit, and his eyes are red and looked like cat's eyes. "Are you...a demon, sir?", i asked him politely. "I guess I am?", he said while smirking. He stepped closer and grabbed my chin.

"You smell sweet as ohagi. Care to share some of your blood to me?", he asked me. I smacked his hand off me, not wanting his filthy hand touching me. "Which upper moon are you?" I asked him. He laughed as if i just cracked a joke to him. "Upper moon? Muzan sama is the demon king", Nakime spoke.

I froze and speechless, unable to utter single word. "Did I scare you, human?", Muzan asked. "As long as you tell me where Nezuko Kamado is, I will let you go. Or maybe you know where is the blue spider lily", Muzan said again.

"No! I wont tell you where is Nezuko nor the existence of the blue spider lily", I said. Muzan's expression changed to bitter one. "How dare you disobey me? I'm asking you nicely", he said. "I will not betray the demon corpse slayer no matter what. You can kill me but i won't back down!", i yelled. Muzan grabbed me by my collar and slammed me into one of the rooms in the castle.

"Women and their fucking yapper mouths!", he snapped. My body slammed against the wall, causing me to writhe in pain. I was scared to death. He entered the dim room, and closed the door behind him. "Since you want to be loyal to your Oyakata sama so badly, I shall fuck that loyalty out of your brain", he said, as his veins popped out at his neck and forehead. I tried to crawl out from there but failed.

He walked towards me as he teared off his white suit, leaving him topless. I trembled, expecting my head to be crushed or my heart ripped out open. Muzan pulled my leg and hovered above me. He grabbed my hair and shoved his girthy length into my mouth. he fucked my throat, thrusted his hip deeper. I was gagging and dig my nails into his thighs. He keeps abusing my mouth as my tongue tasted his salty yet sweet length. It took him a few minutes to release inside my mouth. I swallowed the cum and coughed. He gripped my chin to look up at him.

I can feel my damp pantie and ovulation is making me wanting more. "Muzan...", I called him while looking up at him. He smirked as he slapped my lips with his wet length. "You want more? Then be loyal to me. Tell me where is Nezuko and you shall be fuck", Muzan said. I was in heat, need him in my pussy. "She's...at Urokodoki's house.. Please please fuck me", I moaned. He smiled. "Good girl. You should've tell me earlier so I can fuck you nicely", he muttered.

He kneeled infront of me and pushed me down on the bed behind. Muzan ripped off my uniform and throw away my sword. Not long after that, we're both completely naked and he went down to eat my out. The wet and sloppy sound can be heard and his finger is only busy to rub my clit and stimulates me more. He laps my juice hungrily and licked it nonstop. I let out a whiny sound, and gripped his hair to stop but failed.

He ended up spreading my legs apart and shove his whole girth inside me, making me feel his veins and his angry red tip hitting my cervix multiple times. He then changed position into full nelson, gripping my legs and keep on thrusting upwards into my hole.

"Muzan, I'm gonna cum, please!", I pleaded as I'm crying. He smirked.

"Not yet. Hold it. If you hold it till I cum, I'm going to reward you with my cum", he whispered into my ears. My hands gripped his biceps tightly as I'm reaching climax and tried to calm myself.

I feel the bulge is getting bigger and I moaned loudly. His teeth sunk into the soft spot on my neck, and his tongue licked off my blood. He then cummed inside me but he won't pulled out yet.

My whole body shaking crazily and he put me down on the floor without pulling out. He keeps on thrusting his cum inside and his fingers pinched my clit causing me to squirt my juice on his hand. He brought his fingers up and shoved them inside my mouth, making me taste my own juice.

I hummed softly and still looking at him, full of lust and desire.

His immaculate and demonic strength making him to do sex for hours, and my legs went limp while we tried the riding position.

"Gonna make you as my Queen and we'll make cute babies", he uttered as he laid behind me to finger me with his three digits while his girth is in my anal now, churning it.

[gojofavho3]

Hi there i have a little Gojo req in mind; Gojo x male reader but reader is like,, taller than him, bigger yk? maybe a bit buffer, arms big enough to throw Gojo over his shoulder hehe. Maybe Gojo is infatuated by the idea of climbing on top of Reader and absolutely WRECKING himself on him 😍 alright okay that got out of hand i hope thats okay but ofc if not i understand and you can just ignore this req, but if you DO do the fic then i am FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT 🙏🏼

Heyyyyy, thanks for the request!!! Sorry to keep you waiting, I had a math test, so I had to put all my focus on that, and that shit was so easy mann

A/n: It probably won't be long, trying to discover other types of writing tbh, because my writing in English is not as good as my Portuguese yk? And dyslexic also doesn't help a lot

There aren't many people who are taller than gojo, At least that he knows personally

gojo is 1.90 centimeters tall, any taller than that you will have to bend down at doors

When you two started dating, he was the happiest man alive, there's is not much people close to him that live so long so, he tries his hardest to protect you and make u become more and more happy every day of your relationship

He just loves you too much

He lets you do anything with him, first time you put him in your shoulders he was surprised. he didn't know what to say or what to do, he was blushing so bad that even a rose couldn't be that red, he was caught off guard not using infinity. Eventually, he got used to and sometimes he doesn't use infinity so you can grab him and put him in your shoulders

He also loves the warmth of your body, especially when it comes to cuddling, he won't leave you alone, not even for one second. You being bigger then him and probably with a bigger chest, he will put his cheek on your chest and rub his cheek against your chest, very close to your nipples, all his problems in the world almost fade away in that state

And thats one of the reasons you have the so called the "strongest" on your dick rn!

" Satoru gojo desperate for a dick so bad. who would imagine?

The so "strongest!"... strongest hoe that's for sure "

The white hair has his cheeks red, red and red, he was on top of you, some of his sweat going to your stomach and pre cum too

In this angle the white moon made him look glorious, the shadow makes his blue eyes glowing like the stars.

It was a dark night, and a cold one too! With autumn the winds start to get stronger and stronger

And what's more warm to made two body's sweat than sex?

"c-can't you he-help me a little ah-awh!"

" nopee! You tied my hands, your the one who wanted so bad to do it alone "

Your hand points to your hands, tied up to the bed by Satoru with one of his blindfolds

He pouts, but continues to go up and down on your fat cook

Every time he goes down he lets out a moan and whimpers, closing his eyes shut tight with his head looking up

Up Up Up Up Up

Down Down Down down down

He goes down and sucks your nipples until it becomes red and purple, he loves hearing you whimpering and creaming, he could feel you getting more close in the seconds

Sometimes he letted it leave his hole put he slip it back again, with the most care in the world

He stopped sucking it and goes to your face, giving you a honest smile, with his eyes close, and then giving you silly kisses that he knew you loved

Satoru could feel your cheeks being heated as he played with them, like a granny, making you made silly faces too.

"why are you making my face look silly in the middle of fucking?"

"b-because..."

"because..?"

"because I cann! W-Why~~? Wanted me to slap them?? Agwh!.."

"no sir!"

You says Ironically as he stops after a while and continues to bounce on your dick

His ass cheeks slapping with your lower part, making the clap sound over and over

You could feel he was cumming, you could feel how tight his hole was becoming and the sounds he was madding becoming more loud

" c-ca-can I I cum.. mhm! "

" n-no need to ask, jus come, I'm also close..."

You say already feeling your cum starting to leave your cook

Up Up Up Up Up Up upupuupupupup-

Downdowndowndowndowndowndown-

Splash!

White

Everywhere

You two were heavily breathing, with white splashed on your stomach and the covers

He falls in your chest, cum dripping down on his hole going to your cook and traveling to the covers

His hair is all messed up like yours

He kisses you, a kiss really heated out, until you two become with almost no air, painted out

" d-did... did you g-get warm...? "

Satoru nods as he can't talk yet

" good.. "

You say finally taking your hands of his blindfold, going immediately to his ass, slapping with all your strength, making his ass red as fuckkk, letting it jiggle, yes, he has some cake there

He whines and lets out a loud moan that even your neighbours could hear

He had a confused and hot look on his face as he puts his hand in his hair wires, messing it more

"w-why..??"

" to get you ready for round 2

It's good that you warm but! This shit ain't over love!! "

Hope u like it! And now your in debt with me 😈

Kidding

This was funny to write

I don't understand people who say the moon is yellow, like the only colour I see is white there

And for knowledge, I'm not colour blind, I think

And now, I'll farm for sampo, my big titties man 😋💖

See you, till next time!

@heart-lovees

[thegreenhordes]

On a quiet street there are no lights, silence reigns and broken homes lie empty. Only bones remain in the open, strewn about from the initial chaos after the infected escaped containment and rampaged. Null shakes his head, trying not to think too hard about those first days. The carnage... A voice rings out, soft but true, and a white light glimmers from behind him. They're beginning to manifest- He'd hoped that would be a one-off event. He listens to it speak, watches the pony-like figure fade from view. Somehow Null knows it is still there, even when he cannot see it. Shaking off the lingering feelings of discomfort, he responds. Null: I've a store of fresh water at home. The supplies one of you... things gifted were left behind in my escape. ... My weaknesses are many, this is true. He crosses a threshold and suddenly light bombards his eyes. A moment of squinting and he adjusts as the scenery behind him ripples. An invisible barrier- carefully crafted, always tirelessly maintained. To draw far would spell doom for the somewhat well-kept home's inhabitants. Null: But I have so much more to worry about. My priorities lie with studying the glow, fulfilling my duties... A door opens and more light spills out. There stands a small white-and-blue figure with sunset eyes. A smile is plastered on her tired face. Null feels himself smiling too. She runs to him, joy in her gallop. As she comes closer into view a bite shows on her left flank. Her eyes look tired, but she seems otherwise fine. There are no signs of infection. Null: And Penny. Penny Artiste: You're Home! Null: Shh, Penny. I'm happy to see you too. Penny: Oop, sorry. Null nudges her toward the house and she obediently trots back, letting Null ahead of her once she is inside. He sighs in relief as he passes through the doorway. Home. Perhaps not his true home, but it is as close as he can get. And with Penny to care for he finds his mind blessedly occupied with something other than duty and the infection. Null: I'm glad to be home. Penny: Wanna play? Null: Unfortunately, I can't. Penny: Awh... why? Green magic draws a red ribbon to his head, he will need his hair up if he goes to the lab. He deliberately avoids Penny's gaze, knowing full well that she will wrap him around her little hoof with her eyes alone. Null: I'm busy, Penny. Penny: Busy with what? Null: Important Research. Penny: For what? Null chuckles. Null: You know what, silly filly. They walk as he begins to tie up his hair with care. He hears Penny trot behind, feels her eyes on him. He is all she has had for a time now, he isn't surprised that she wishes for his attention. He wishes he could give it more often. Penny: Can I draw by your door? Null: Yes, you may. Penny: I already ate. Null: Good, you should be in bed. But I know that isn't easy for you. Penny: Yeah... More voices. His eyes dart around, he sees nothing. A huff of air escapes him. Null's eyes close and he listens, scribbling something onto a piece of paper before holding it up in the direction he thinks the watching spectres can see. Null: Don't stay up too much later, okay? Penny whines. Penny: Ok..... [He is watching, I am watching, you are watching. There is no room for privacy when we hang on the edge of ruin.]

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Fic also under the cut

Cw: Alcohol mention

“Please, try to not drink much,” Perseus murmured, gently squeezing Alabaster's hip.

“Is that an order, your Highness?” Alabaster rolled his eyes.

Perseus visibly winced at the title, “Alabaster—”

“You're making it sound like I have a problem,” A sea of skirts and pants swirled around them, music and laughter mixing with the scent of alcohol.

“You do have a problem—”

“Why are you so averse to—”

“Enough, you two,” Annabeth sighed, “Let him have his fun, Perce.”

Percy set his jaw tight, one finger tracing a faint thin scar behind his ear. “Just be safe.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alabaster huffed, grinning at Annabeth, “You lost first dance privileges, by the way. Would you mind accompanying me to the dance floor, Lady Jackson?”

He smiled further at the choked laugh that Percy made. Annabeth smirked, snaking a hand around his waist. “Awh, I was planning to ask that.”

Perseus took the opportunity to smooch his cheek. Alabaster squealed in surprise, before composing himself.

“You two, will be the death of me,” Alabaster shook his head fondly, batting his eyelashes.

His eyes wandered through the crowd, before settling on a sight that soured his shockingly good mood. King Poseidon was wading through the court with his retainers tripping over their own feet to catch up to him, but the person talking with him made Alabaster's blood boil.

Black, glossy hair. Dark mourning clothes. A polished cane in one hand and a top hat in the other. Alabaster hissed at the prince and the princess as he saw the boy leave the room, “Excuse me.”

He marched after Crown Prince Nico of the Underworld.

“You!” He yelled once they were alone in a corridor leading to the ballroom.

Nico stopped in his tracks, turning towards him and leaned on his cane.

Alabaster bared his teeth—

And slapped Nico on the face.

“How dare you!”

Nico gingerly placed a hand on his red, stinging cheek, “Hello to you, too.”

“We asked you for help,” Alabaster's jaw quivered from anger, “Underworld has broken the century old treaty with Epirus.”

“Well you don't seem to be faring too bad, Tor—” Nico paused, looking him up and down, drinking his attire in, “Wait. Do you go by Jackson now? Chase, perhaps?”

The words punched a gasp out of Alabaster. He flushed, whether from anger or something else, and balled his fists. “You—”

“And as for the treaty,” Nico's gaze darkened, his voice dropping, “Might I remind you, Epirus broke it first, neighbour.”

“You can't seriously mean the plague,” Alabaster scowled.

“The plague! I lost my mom and older sister, my citizens!”

“Epirus would have been devastated if it spread to us,” Alabaster raised his voice, “We don't have your hotsprings, Di Angelo. We had no choice but to close our borders, lest we be decimated.”

Ghost of a thin smile appeared on Nico's face. “Then surely you'll excuse Underworld for shutting herself off when the Alliance invaded your lands. We would be decimated, you see.”

“If I were you, I'd watch my drink,” he hissed.

“Keep the death threats to yourself. You wouldn't want them to be heard, no?” Nico whispered, “I'd like to chat, truly, Alabaster. But Atlantis still hasn't paid their full debt for the coals they bought during the war and my dear sister Hazel is waiting for me back home.”

Alabaster cursed him out as Nico swiftly turned on his heel, disappearing behind a curtain.

“Jewel!”

Alabaster sighed, walking where the calls came from.

Perseus and Annabeth whisked him into their arms, and fell onto a nearby couch with him still in their embrace. He tucked his head beneath their chins, grumbling, “Damn the Underworld.”

“Weren't they in isolation due to a plague outbreak before the war?” Perseus hummed.

“Yeah,” Annabeth petted Alabaster's hair, fidgeting with the sea blue ribbons threaded through it. “Angry that the Underworld helped the Olympian Alliance instead of Epirus during the war?”

“Tell you what,” Perseus rolled the Atlantis style ruffles of Alabaster's shirt between his fingers, “we go inside, dance a couple rounds and then ditch the court to hang out in the library of our quarters.”

“Okay,” Alabaster mumbled into the other's shirt, “or else I'll slip my letter opener into Di Angelo's ribs.”

“Wonderful,” Annabeth said, chuckling, “I already wanted to show you two a book I found.”

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

S1 Ep6

Tell it to the frogs

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

*******************************

I woke up from another nightmare that had been clouding my head all night and to my great disappoint I was still alive that's also when I felt something lying on my waste and when I opened my eyes it was an arm, decoreted with freakels...Carl's arm.  I got up slowly and held his arm over his head before dropping it and scaring the shit out of him.  "what was that!" he said looking left and right, 'next time watch where you arms are' I threw the notepad in his lap,  "oh sorry! by the way me and Shane are gonna go catch frogs if you wanna come" he asked getting up his hair all messy and handed me the notepad.  'no' "awh come on! please just this once please, please, please" he begged.  'if I go will you leave me alone' I asked and he nodded his head.  'fine' "thanks!" he said then walked out of the tent.  I followed.  "Rayne come with me we have to change those bandages" Carol said and I nodded following her into Dales RV

"That's a lovely necklace, do you believe in God?" Carol asked me and I shoke my head. "I see, well all done" she said and I nodded and walked out of the RV. "Rayne mind helping me with some laundry?" Lori asked hanging up what could only be one of Carl's boxers I was about to shake my head when someone grabbed my hand, there hands were warm, I then looked over to see Carl. "Sorry mom but I need Rayne right now!" he said then ran off still holding my hand.

"Your welcome I got your out of chores" he said and I snatched my hand away Carl then stopped in his tracks and let out an almost blood curdling scream he then turned around and ran towards Lori and the others revealing a walker eating a deer, everyone then crowded around it when it stood up but I quickly stabbed it in the head, I felt everyones horrified gazes on my back but shrugged passed it and walked back to camp

-

After a while everyone came back to camp, including Daryl

I already picked up that he was a hot head, so there gonna have a fun time explaining what happened to his brother, they all then started to get physical and push against each other, acting like they had the balls to do shit

I also found out that Rick (Carl's dad), Daryl, T-dog and Glenn were going on another run to go fetch Meral, they then started talking about how the camp needs more guns and more stuff to protect it, I then got up and grabbed my notepad handing it to Daryl. 'Can I go' "hell no, your still injured and a little girl goin' into a big city full of walkers no thank you" he said and handed me a notepad back.

Worth a shot

"Dad i-i don't want you to go" Carl shuddered and but Rick didn't listen they all then said there goodbyes me Lori and Carl sat on top of a blue car watching everything go down. "Rayne? Do you know how to shot that" Lori asked pointing to my gun and I shrugged. "Is that a kinda?" she asked and I nodded. "Revolves are sick! Mom and I see it!?" Carl asked. "No Carl there not toys" Lori said and Carl let out and annoyed sigh and walked back to his tent Lori then followed after.

You really dont know how good people have it, till you don't have anything at all.

"Rayne! Come on Shane's gonna teach us how to catch frogs!" before I could even answer Carl yanked my hand and lead my towards the pond

-

Carl's POV:

We had been at it for a while when me and Rayne lost the net while we were looking something tripped me and I fell into the water getting soaked I looked over at Rayne and seen that she was hiding a small smile when she looked at me she started to giggle that giggle then turned into a small laugh while she was laughing something tripped her to making her get soaked we made eye contact once again and at the same time bursted out laughing till our stomachs hurt and our faces red. "Your face is all red!" I said and she splashed me I quickly returned the favor, this turned into a huge splashing fight

Seeing Rayne smile

It felt nice, sure I didnt know anything about her but she was cold, that I did know.

I then noticed how blood was soaking through Rayne bandage. "Rayne your wound" I said and she looked down at the blood and shrugged, I honestly didn't think she cared and while I was distracted she grabbed the bucket and poured water all over me making me even more drenched we then started chasing each other, "ay!Carl" mom said, me and Rayne stopped right in our tracks. "What did I tell you about coming down here?" she asked. "But Shane said we could catch frogs" I said. "Doesn't matter what Shane says it matters what I say, now common back to camp" she said, I was disappointed this was the most fun I had since this all started and Rayne, something inside of me told me she needed this.

Raynes pov:

Do I really deserve this? The feeling of happiness, do I really deserve to have fun? After everything I caused? then the pain hit I hissed feeling the wound on my shoulder open. "Are you okay?" Carl asked trying to help me but I pushed him away and nodded, he gave me a look of sympathy, I hated that look, it made me feel weak

I am far beyond that.

Name: unknown

Nickname: Rayne

Walker kills: 3

Living kills: 2

Age: 9

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Love Bite

kai parker x reader

summary: a make-out session gets heated. kinks are explored. a friends' dinner reveals all.

≪ originally published on ao3: 3/20/23 ≫

tags: biting, biting kink, daddy kink, spit kink, minor praise kink, rings, established relationship

word count: 2.8k

One of his hands grips your waist. The other holds your back, keeping you steady. It’s been traveling up your spine for the last three minutes, and before you know it, it’ll be wrapped around your neck. The thought alone makes you moan, and you involuntarily tighten your legs, which hold his body close to yours. Hearing your small sounds of pleasure, you can feel Kai smirk into the kiss. You know he wants to comment, but is too busy to tear his lips away from yours. Instead, he kisses you harder, biting your bottom lip in the process. If you ever separate, you’ll both be red and sore. 

Your hands move down to his belt buckle. Not doing anything yet, but resting them there; building up the tension. Fingers rise to the base of your neck. So close. You can feel the cool metal of his rings on your skin; they’ve finally left the fabric of your shirt - the shirt you’re waiting for him to strip off of you.

“Kai-” you groan, wanting to act on that desire.

“Shh.”

“I need more,” you’re able to manage. 

He argues back, “let me love you.”

“Love me with your hands around my neck.”

A single second of eye contact is made. Blue irises turn black as something awakens inside of him. Then, the rings wrap around your neck, squeezing just enough for you to feel it. What part of your neck that’s still exposed is soon covered by his lips, kissing up and down, leaving a trail of spit. One of your hands leaves his buckle to find his hair, pulling him closer to you. He licks a stripe up your neck now, eliciting a deep moan from you. 

“Fuck-” he pants. His hips have begun to grind against the counter, trying to feel your body. Unfortunately, your position atop the surface makes you too high for him to reach. In a fit of frustration, he bites your collarbone, no doubt leaving teeth marks. 

“Kai!” You can’t help but giggle, “what are you doing?”

The siphon licks the spot he just bit as if trying to ease the pain. “Need you closer.”

“Biting’s not gonna get you there, baby. Here, let me,” you start to remove your shirt, but his hands stop you. “Now what is it?”

“I’m taking care of you,” he says in a stern voice. It makes butterflies tingle in more places than just your stomach.

Part of you is tempted to sass back. Then do it already. But that won’t end well for you if you actually want to orgasm tonight. Instead, you settle for, “okay, daddy.”

The fire returns to his eyes. In one quick motion, your shirt is gone and his lips wrap around one of your nipples. You can’t help but moan again; this is one of your favorite feelings and he knows it. He alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue on the two buds, bringing you closer and closer to paradise. The hand holding your waist moves to your clit, rubbing it softly over your skirt. Subsequently, the one on your neck tightens so he can keep you upright. Your eyes loll out of your head and your body starts to lose stability. You become dependent on Kai to keep you steady. 

“Can- can I please?”

“What?”

“You.”

“Baby, you need to be more descriptive.”

Unable to speak, you take a risk and begin to palm him through his jeans. You’re expecting him to slap your hand away, but this time, he can only groan in response. Taking that as a yes, you fumble with his belt. Your hands aren’t working properly, making this an extremely difficult task, but you’re determined. 

“Kai, need you.”

“Mhm, baby, I know. But I told you, I’m taking care of you.”

“Hm?”

He clears things up with a smirk, “do whatever you’d like, but I’m only focused on you. I’m not gonna help you here, you gotta pull me out yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“Awh, why? Too much pleasure?”

You don’t dare nod. No matter how badly you want him, you refuse to risk him letting up. “No.”

“Good girl. Now cum for me, okay?”

“Yes, daddy.” 

With your mind away from his belt, he’s finally got you focused on your own pleasure. He can tell, because your body goes slack, giving him control. He keeps a hold of your neck, pressing his rings into your skin. The other hand has since disappeared under your skirt, but stays above your panties. The rings on that hand graze the nearby skin every so often, sending a noticeable shock throughout your body. He’s still mostly focused on your breasts, but every so often moves his head to kiss the skin around them. Your whole chest is wet where he leaves open-mouthed kisses, while spit that escapes the sides of his mouth drips down to your skirt’s waistband. 

You’re so close; closer than you think he knows. All it’ll take is one more shockwave and you’ll be shaking on the countertop. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, chasing the friction you need, but face the same problem he did - being too high to rub yourself on him. Whining, you get desperate. “Kai.”

“Hm?”

“Bite me again.”

“What?”

“I’m so close.”

Swallowing hard, the witch goes back to your collarbone. Teeth sink into the area immediately, causing your back to arch. 

“Harder.”

“Baby-”

“Please. I like it.”

Figuring it’s pain that’s bringing you close, Kai wonders if you’ll mind his next move. 

In one swift motion, he leaves the bone to return his lips to your nipple. You whine as you no longer feel his hot breath where you want, but then a second later, you hear yourself let out a filthy moan. Kai’s bitten your nipple. Not hard enough to cause concern, but just enough for the pain to translate into pleasure. 

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod furiously. “More.”

Kai licks each spot he bites until it’s time to bite again. You’ll be covered in marks by the end of the day, but oh, it’ll be so worth it. 

“Should I leave one on your neck to confuse everyone?” He makes a joke at the worst time.

You try to laugh in between pants.

“Those vamps would be so confused to see an actual bite, not just two little fang marks, on your neck. Wait,” he breathes out, “that would be SO hot. Everyone would know you’re mine, and that you like it rough.”

“What’s stopping you?”

Kai stops abruptly. You fight the urge to cop a fit with the sudden lack of touch. 

“Can I?”

“Do it,” you smirk. “Claim me, and make me cum so hard that anyone in a five mile radius hears the screams.”

That’s all he needs. As soon as he stopped, he’s back on you. His hand slips underneath your panties to make contact with your clit. Pressure’s back on your neck, squeezing gently. Before making his bite, he wets the area with his tongue. He loves you too much to hurt you too bad, and fears that a direct bite would do just that. 

You, on the other hand, can’t wait. “C’mon, Kai. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispers into your skin, teeth on you. Then, he takes his bite. 

The second you feel his teeth sinking into you, you cum. Hard. Black spots form in your vision, and if he weren’t holding you, you’d surely fall off the counter. You grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, screaming his name over and over, as promised. He fingers you throughout your orgasm, but retracts them as soon as you’re done. Not only were you a good girl today, but you’re both way too overstimulated for another round. His mouth leaves your neck soon after his fingers, returning once to kiss the spot, but then moving so he can look you in the eye. As soon as you come to, his gentle face is the first thing you see.

“You okay, beautiful?”

“Hi.”

“Hi, there. Are you doing okay?”

You nod, out of breath.

“Need words, girlie.”

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m… holy fuck.”

“Is that a good ‘holy fuck’? I didn’t hurt you, did I? Or at least, not too bad.”

“No, no, Kai, you’re okay. You’re great, actually. I’m… jeez, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“I didn’t know you had a biting kink.” You don’t answer, raising his suspicions. “Did… you know you had a biting kink?”

Your cheeks heat up and you duck your face, shyness taking over. “I… don’t know. I mean, always thought it was hot, but didn’t know I’d be that into it.” Kai’s too enamored by you to form an answer. “Honestly,” you continue, “I think it was your words that pushed me over the edge. Yeah, the biting was hot and it felt good, but… hearing you say ‘everyone would know you’re mine’. I goddamn hope they see it. I am yours.”

The siphon remains speechless. All he can think of to say is to repeat, “I love you,” before kissing you tenderly on your lips. After you separate again, he pulls you off the countertop. 

With you at his level, he moves your hair to check on the bite.

“Is it forming?”

“It’s red. Swelling. You can kind of see marks.”

“Good. And now that we’re here…” you put your hands on his belt buckle, looking for consent to undo it. 

You can see Kai having a debate in his head. Ultimately, though, he scrunches his nose. “Think I’m too tired. Can we cuddle instead?”

“Of course,” you lean forward to kiss his cheek. “Want to watch a movie, too?”

“Sure. Popcorn?”

“Absolutely.”

Five minutes later, you’re cuddled on the couch with a movie ready to go. The way you’re leaning into him gives him a view of your neck, and every so often, he checks on his work. With each update, you kiss him again, but before you know it, you’re both passed out. 

◇◇◇◇

Two days later, Caroline’s newly implemented "Friend's Dinner” is hosted at the Salvatore house. Being in her inner circle, your attendance is necessary. However, where you go, Kai goes, and as much as they hate it, he’s your boyfriend now; he has been for months, as much as they try to convince you otherwise. Regardless, if you coming means Kai coming, they’d rather deal with him than not have you. 

You nor Kai made any effort to cover the bite. Why would you? You both said it yourselves - it’s his claim on you. Maybe it’ll finally get them to realize he’s not going anywhere. Besides, it’s not like everyone else isn’t always sporting a bite. Just last week, Elena had one, and Damon had to constantly remind everyone that it was from him. Sure, with you and Kai both being human, it makes you guys look just a tad more psychotic, but being crazy is just so much fun. 

At times, your hair covers most of your neck, so it’s not always visible. Because of this, you get through all of your greetings unnoticed. Caroline opens the door, hugging you and half-nodding to Kai, then you two make your way to the kitchen to present the salad you had made that evening. You’re in the kitchen looking for a serving spoon when someone touches your shoulder. 

“What the hell is that?” Damon’s voice loudly rings out through the room. 

You turn to him, acting all innocent. “What?”

“Your neck. Did you get in a fight with a bear?”

Alaric immediately straightens, “is there a new vamp in town?”

“No, it’s not a fanged bite.”

“Oh. Then what is it?”

At this point, the men have gathered everyone as their audience. You manage to not get shy, though, and shrug. Damon acts on your silence, scanning the room. His eyes finally settle on Kai. 

“You.”

“Me?” Your boyfriend points to himself questioningly.

Damon’s too stunned to say anything else. At this, Jo starts to get nervous.

“Y/N, do you need medical attention?”

“No, I’m okay!” You assure Kai’s sister with a polite smile. “Just a little love bite. Damon’s overreacting.”

“I am not overreacting! That’s not little!”

Alaric’s curiosity takes over and he joins Damon’s side to see it. “Holy shit!” He turns to face Kai, too. “Are you serious?! What are you, a fucking vampire?”

“Actually, if you look closely, they’re not fangs.”

“Yeah, we’ve noticed.”

“When the fuck did this happen? And why?!”

You smirk, finally deciding to answer. “All I’m going to say is, for twenty plus years in isolation, Kai sure knows how to fucking please.”

The jaws drop all around the room, Kai’s included. The praise hits right in his core and he fights to swallow it down. Everyone else, however, is stunned. Jo looks terrified; she hasn’t even seen what the men have. Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline are incredibly confused. Jeremy, in the corner, is fighting back a laugh for god knows why. 

“You two are fucking crazy,” Damon finally says. 

When he walks away, still in disbelief, you shrug again and continue looking for that serving spoon. No one else approaches, but they don’t move, either. 

“Ah ha!” You find the spoon and whip it out of the drawer, your hair flying in the process. In that split second, the bite is exposed to the whole room of wide eyes. A collective gasp lets out, followed by silence, and then a billion questions at once. You let them ask for a minute, not really hearing one voice over another, before clearing your throat to address them.

“To answer your questions: yes, I know it’s there. No, it doesn’t hurt. Yes, I ‘let him’ do it, and in fact, I asked for it. No, he didn’t drink my blood. And for an extra tidbit of information that you didn’t ask for, but are definitely wondering, I came the hardest I ever had in my life while it happened. And also, I fucking love Kai, and I am his. I have been since we’ve first started dating, and this is a sign to prove it. Any more questions?”

They’re just as speechless as they were two minutes ago. 

Well, except for one. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, Jo, I am. I know you don’t think Kai’s capable of love, but hey, that’s not your problem now, is it?”

“Easy, guys,” Alaric warns.

The woman bites her lip, “can I at least make sure it’s not infected?”

“It’s not. He made it days ago.”

“Days ago?! And it’s still that red? That’s going to leave a permanent mark.”

At her words, you smirk, “I damn sure hope it does.” Then, you leave to put the serving spoon in the salad bowl, signaling the end of that conversation. 

◇◇◇◇

At the end of Friend’s Dinner, everyone’s separated in their own little conversations, enjoying each other’s company. You take a minute to find some quiet, and a second later, Kai’s by your side. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, beautiful.”

“Are you okay?” You want to make sure you didn’t make him uncomfortable earlier with anything you said.

Thankfully, he nods. “Yes. Are you?”

“I’m perfect, because I have you.”

Again, the comment erupts butterflies in his stomach. “I, uh, that was kinda hot.”

“Which part?”

He coughs, “you, um, being so bold. Especially towards my sister.”

“Well I had a point to prove. Besides, I will always defend you, Kai.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You lean forward to kiss him, deep but quick. 

“Also-” but he doesn’t finish the sentence, choosing to look down instead.

“Hm? Kai?”

“The, uh, comment.”

You gesture your hands for him to continue.

“Telling everyone I can pleasure you despite my time spent in that fucking prison world… made me feel something.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, um, it did.”

“Aw, getting shy on me now?” You pinch one of his cheeks. “I’d love to make you feel more like that, baby, if you’re down for it.”

“I think so. Please. Yes.”

“Mhmmm, I’m getting wet just thinking of what I could do to you.”

“Then I guess we better go home.”

“Let’s start making our goodbye rounds.”

~ bonus scene ~

Jo looks down at the grass at her brother and his girlfriend. Her own boyfriend’s at her side, checking back and forth between them and her.

“Do you think Y/N will be okay?”

“Do you mean with Kai?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know.”

“Be honest, Rick.”

The man sighs, “something tells me he really loves her.” He pauses to take a sip of his beer. “But then again, it’s Kai.”

“I can’t trust him. I’m worried for her.”

“We’ll keep an eye out, just in case. I-”

He’s cut off by your kiss. Surprise takes over both of them, effectively shutting them up. The way Kai gently holds your face; how he smiles when you two separate. Then, he blushes and looks down, for reasons unknown to the watching couple. 

“-I don’t know, Jo. I don’t know.”

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 8]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint). Should know the drill on my use of Mando'a, italics and my headcanons for an AU fic by now if you've been following along with the series this far. Star Wars and real-world swearing. Story picks back up two days after the birthday party. Medic!Reader now has herself a new relationship ehehe~ There's some new sibling-plotting because Hunter's room is a sad, bland mess. Describing the layout of a house is tricky, bedrooms less so. References to medical paraphernalia and an injury. Hunter being a good big brother figure. Hunter is invited to have dinner at Medic!Reader's house (and passes Spoon's standards). Brief mention of the inhibitor chips a few times. Hint of angst. Hunter ends up staying the night with a hint of body worship~. Tender hurt/comfort material at long last.

Word-count: 6,556

The door chimed five minutes after opening, signaling her first patient of the day had just stepped into her medical practice. She ducked out of her back office, surprised her services were needed so soon. Usually it took longer than just five-after, but with the seediness of the travel-hub, there was no telling if someone had been foolishly arguing in the shipyards with the stern foremen who ran then. 

"Hello! How can I assist you this mor- Hunter?"

Clone Sergeant Hunter was standing in her clinic. Alone. None of his brothers or his sister was with him as he stood stiffly, just far enough into the clinic that the sensors didn't keep the door open to the street.

"Hey, mesh'la." 

He didn't look hurt with a cursory once-over to her naked eye, a healer's habit. "Everything alright?" This was confusing. He didn't seem hurt, or appear sick, but he was standing here in the waiting area of the clinic he admitted to hating. So she assumed, very much in-line with her job as she bore the shattered cross on her shoulder of the uniform, it must've been something serious that brought him here. "What're you doing here?" Maybe he wanted to get that second set of stitches out after all after asking to think about it from the other day after he'd messaged her on her lunch break. 

Wrecker, when you come back from the ship, please be sure to come in quietly. Crosshair has a headache. 

> Hey there handsome, wrong comms. Afraid I'm not Wrecker. Just lil ol' Miss Medic~

Oh, Maker… Sorry to disturb you while you're at work, [____].

> It's okay! I'm on lunch break right now, nothing to disturb other than my boredom. Been a slow day. What's up? 

"I… just thought I'd come and say hello. And," Hunter paused, swallowing nervously for just a moment as he looked over one of the bright red and blue pediatric chairs, "start challenging that discomfort of mine about clinics." There was an unspoken for you from the way his gaze softened and his brows un-bunched when he looked at her again. He'd given her a "flexible promise" when they talked things over on the night of her birthday as Hunter walked her home that he'd try being less avoidant and more open with her to make this new… relationship as of two days ago… work a little smoother. 

Stars, she couldn't help the surprise. The touching tug this had on her heartstrings. "Awh…!" Color bloomed in his face and neck at the sound, a twin shade to the bandana wrapped around his skull. "Here, come with me to my back office. It doesn't reek like antiseptic in there, I promise." They could talk in a stronger sense of seclusion back in her office, and her patients wouldn't think she had anyone ahead of them or that she was in trouble if they saw Hunter lingering in some far corner like those shady pirate smugglers once had nearly a year ago. 

She was glad those days were over when she was assured those pirates were encouraged to eat their blasters or they'd wish they had if they bothered her again. She was glad these new days as something a little more intimate and sweet were just beginning. She'd be spending a lot more time with the Batch. If she wasn't careful, she'd find herself living with them in their housing before she even realized that she was spending less time in her own home. The thought of it made her smile, and it burned brighter as Hunter tentatively took the medic's beckoning hand and trailed after her like the tide after the moon through her clinic to the back office, a look in his eyes so distant, like he was focused on a star far out in the great expanse of space out of a viewport in the cockpit of the Marauder. 

Hunter didn't like to be here, he never came here alone for kriff's sake, but even as [____] could see he was consciously fighting the discomfort by dissociating, she couldn't help ask the question building on her tongue. 

"You okay, Hunter?" 

He was trying as he promised; speaking the things he often left unsaid. Trying for himself, but her most of all. 

"I trust you." 

I feel safe with you as she popped open the door to the back office and let him step inside first. It smelled like one of the great forests of Kashyyyk in the enclosed, private space. Wood of the Wroshyr trees, the rich, fibrous soil, and oxygen-rich air that felt like unfettered rejuvenation after a stuffy cycle under nothing but oxygen-recyclers. He wasn't sure how she accomplished this (she had Tech to thank for the help), but it was a thousand times more comfortable than the rest of the stark sterility of the small health practice. 

I'm sorry for being avoidant for so long, too long as she started a second cup of caf in the caf-pot for him, pointing him in the direction of the most comfortable seat she kept in there for the patients when she had to break difficult news.

But at least I know without a doubt that I love you, mesh'la as he took the medic's offered caf-shot, the way he likes it, the way that doesn't bother his stomach, the way she recently learned, just for him. 

You live in discomfort, she told him in her own flexible promise that night that marked another year since her birth, another trip around another star in the galaxy different than the one she'd been born under, but that does not mean you have to be ashamed of it, or, let it stay that way. I can do things to help. Just have to use your words, big guy. 

I can do that, mesh'la. Just… be patient with me. 

"Now that I know what that means," [____] started softly, voice breathy and light with fondness, with a promise over the lip of her cup of caf, "I love you, too, handsome." 

Maker… was he lucky for it. 

Omega eagerly emerged from her room, fresh work of art in hand with bright eyes. "Where's Hunter? Is he in his room?" 

"No," Wrecker laughed from the snug dining table, a mess of bolts and screws sprawled on the flat top in front of him. "Hunter's not in his room. He's not even home." Though he didn't look up from the assorted parts, the expression glued to his face now was clearly understood by Omega.

"Did he go to one of the shops? Our grocery list has gotten quite long…" Tech mused, goggles hanging around his neck, thumb and index cradling his chin in a thoughtful caress as he looked at the household board. It'd only been two days since the party, how were they already out of blue milk? 

"Noooo. He's not supposed to, he's supposed to take it easy on his injuries still," Omega's voice playfully warbles with a laugh, "He's probably gone to visit [____]! I'll just show him what I drew later." 

"Whu- hey I wanna seeee!" Wrecker whined, abandoning his focus on the project. "How come Hunter always gets to see your drawings first before the rest of us?" 

"She's trying to get our bandana'd brother to put some karking color on his walls…" Crosshair yawned, swinging a leg off the sofa in a languid motion so he could sit up. "He's the only one in the house whose room looks like we just moved in. It's like looking at his bunk back on Kamino." Worse than that, actually. 

At least on Kamino, Hunter's bunk bore the crest of their squad in the center of the wall… Here, far from Kamino, there were completely bare walls in the smallest bedroom. No pictures. No crests. Just paint. A faded, dusty and soft gray with purple undertones that had been there when they moved in. 

It was like looking into the makeshift brig on Kamino. The one Hunter had been given a rather aggressive "oh that was just a "love tap", get up!" by a Shock Trooper's stun-staff all for trying to protect Crosshair, even as much as the behavior spurred on by the inhibitor chip upset him. Angered him. 

"You are not taking my brother anywhere! I don't give a damn Sith's left tit what orders you have! STAY BACK!"

Everyone had decided together what rooms they would take, based on the unique needs each of the men had. First and foremost, Omega had been given a room all to herself; the second door on the right side of the hallway, sandwiched between what became Crosshair's room at the end of the hall on the right corner, and Echo's closest to the common room. Wrecker and Tech had taken the biggest room since they didn't mind sharing, or a less than immaculate sleeping space. They'd all added little personal touches to their walls, save for Hunter. 

And Omega found that depressing. 

But for all the artwork she drew, none ever found its way on Hunter's walls with a gentle no-no, you keep it, ad'ika even if she tried insisting that it was okay if he kept it. 

"Really? He still hasn't put anything up on his walls?" Wrecker frowned, bottom lip drooping into a confused, worried pout. "Why… why not? We've nearly been here a year! Doesn't this place feel like home to him already?" 

"I theorize it's not because he wants nothing on his walls, but rather is afraid to put something on his walls for when he's experiencing one of his more severe headaches or ocular migraines." The worried frown melted into one of empathy. Echo had them on occasion much like Hunter, but hardly ever as severe. "Perhaps… small botanical prints would liven up the room, be less, er…" Tech stopped himself with a look at Omega's blurred figure. His sister enjoyed using the loud and bright colors one occasion for livening up their living space, but he didn't want to suggest that the reason many of those sorts of colorful creations weren't hung in commonly used areas was because they were garish.

Far from it, in his opinion. They just had an unfortunate and unintentional effect on the eyes of the marksman and the sergeant. 

Though the movement was hard to see clearly, it appeared Omega's left eyebrow lifted before she asked Tech a question. "Less eye-strain to filter out?" 

"Yes." Tech admitted simply. It hadn't been what he was thinking of saying, but Omega's guess was a good one, one he'd yet not thought of. Proud, Tech gave her a fond nod. "Less eye-strain to filter out. Very insightful, Omega." 

Two siblings made out the opportunity and immediately ran with it, much to his displeasure.

"Was the pun intentional, nerd?"

"Haha, "insightful", good one!" 

Grumbling lightly, Tech squared his shoulders at the tone behind the nerd jab. "That was not intentional. Merely happy coincidence. I don't see-" 

"Well if you put your goggles on, you would!" Echo called from the two-seater, lowering his datapad to break away from the screen (more encrypted messages with Captain Rex most likely) for a moment.

"Oh come now, Echo, not you too..." he whined, giving Echo a look that he hoped said that he expected better of the only brother willing enough to regularly co-pilot with him. 

Wrecker really did try to placate him, but unfortunately Tech's patience was thin enough that the additional remark proved too much. "Ah c'mon, we're only just teasing you, Techie."

He'd had enough and turned on his heel to go retreat to his room, set on temporarily locking Wrecker out. "Oh honestly-! SHIT!" Tech exclaimed, wincing at the sharp snap of his goggles as they slipped from his hands in efforts to quickly fix them back over his eyes. Oh kriff, that hurt… His right orbital socket was wracked with so much pain he hadn't heard one of his brothers had now gotten close to him and laid a hand on his shoulder to steady him as he was still staggered against the wall. Tech flinched, reflexively smacking the hand from his proximity. "Don't touch me!"

He could hear the flutter of paper as it was either set down or dropped. "I-Is he okay?" Omega stammered. Several sets of feet shuffled slightly closer, but only one of them invaded his personal space.

"Hey hold still, move your hand away, Tech; let me see." Crosshair clucked his tongue sharply, grabbing his brother's wrist instead this time so Tech couldn't skirt away, deaf to the protests. He didn't like the hiss of the inhale Crosshair made. "That'll leave quite the shinier, kid… C'mon. Let's take you down to the clinic so she can take care of that cut. While we're there we'll ask if we bother saving Hunter a plate for lunch." 

"I- a cut?" He couldn't feel any cut, or blood for that matter. There was a lot a pain, so maybe he-

"Tech," Crosshair warned him, each word coming out in a slightly stern hiss, "don't go touching it. There's no telling what's gotten all over your hands since you've been working on your projects this morning." He tried moving his hand from Tech's wrist to better take his brother's hand to lead him along, but Tech shook his head. He'd forgotten Tech didn't like holding hands with someone without the barrier of a glove in the best cases, and this was not the best case since he'd reacted poorly to his brothers' teasing; he was not in the mood for it. "N-no. Absolutely not." 

The hand returned around the wrist. "Alright, sorry Tech." Crosshair looked at Omega, who'd opened the front door for them. "We'll say hi to [____] for everyone." he promised her as he led a bitterly grumbling Tech behind him.

Hunter's hearty chuckle at the medic's joke was cut short in a muted choke of shock at the sensor to the door chiming before the sharp swish as it opened. They were just getting back to talking after [____] had settled a return of a patient's prescription canister of mild antibiotics they no longer needed for their malady. He had hoped that they'd pick up the "conversation" they were previously floating by one another, just a trail of whatever came to mind mostly. 

Hunter hadn't been fully aware of the snarled growl of displeasure he'd made until she giggled softly from her desk. "That going to be a regular thing every time you visit me at work, Hunter? Getting jealous when someone needs my attention?"

Before Hunter could retort to the teasing, and it was just teasing, he could hear Crosshair's voice out in the waiting room. [____] could too, judging by the bemused grin. "I'm a marksman, I have good eyes. I'm not going to let you walk into a wall, Tech." 

There was a sharp scoff. "You did when we were cadets!" Tech protested indignantly. "So you'll have to forgive me for recalling the first time you tried to assist me ended with my nose bruising!" 

"Oh dear," the medic tutted, grin dropping sharply, "and here I thought perhaps one of your brothers came to see where you'd gone off to and weren't going to leave you alone. Came to tease you, or something. Sounds like Tech's gotten hurt…" [____] got up, coming around her desk and exiting her office quickly. Hunter followed after, hearing her heart skip with worry. "What happened, boys?" 

Tech wrenched his hand from Crosshair's grasp and blindly clawed the air ahead of himself at the sound of her voice. "[____], there you are," he smiled triumphantly when she found his elbow to guide him to sit in a chair, not clearly seeing the wince when she looked over his blossoming black eye, "I know you'll be honest with me; I do not trust Cross to tell me the truth currently. Am I bleeding or not?" 

[____] exchanged a little look with the snarky sniper that she had the sneaking suspicion that Tech couldn't clearly make out without his goggles. "Well what does Cross keep telling you? Mind the light-" she whipped the pen light out of her coat pocket and thoroughly inspected the orbital injury, tittering worriedly to herself, "oh Maker. That looks like that hurts."

"It does," Tech grumbled darkly, "and he keeps saying that I'm not bleeding, but there's a particularly tender area that feels like the skin has broken when I lost my grip on my goggles." 

The marksman just sighs, "I kept telling him not to touch it." He and Hunter share a look of knowing. Tech's sense of curiosity was a gift and a curse in equal measures. A boon and a burden. Endless entertainment for the brothers in the long stretches of hyperspace, or absolutely annoying when they were, say, trying to sleep. 

The medic lowers the pen light and takes both of Tech's shoulders. "You're not gonna like what I have to say," [____] warns the genius. "Crosshair is right about both of those points. You're not bleeding. And now we're going to have to use the stronger antiseptic wipes to play it safe since you've touched the surface cut. Only because I can't be sure what's all over all your little projects. Okay?" 

Hunter just smiles softly as Tech takes her words to heart without much offense, appreciative she was honest with him as always. "... okay. That is fair." 

Crosshair takes a seat near Tech, stretching his legs out in front of him, ankles crossed. "How'd he get hurt?" Hunter asks, bobbing his head at the marksman while [____] stepped into one of the small examination rooms to get what she needed. "He lost his grip on his goggles trying to pull them back on quickly. We took it too far with the teasing and he got upset…" Cross admitted softly, shaking his head shamefully before Hunter would have had the chance to scold. But Hunter only frowned softly, eyes sweeping from brother to brother. 

It'd thankfully been a long time since Tech had been so badly teased by his brothers he was sulking silently. "Who is "we", this time?" The last time had been started by Wrecker, almost a year and a half ago, and the two brothers hadn't talked to each other for a week no matter how earnestly and sincerely Wrecker apologized for his slights. Maker, it'd killed Wrecker to have Tech so upset him. Hunter wished he could have resolved the old matter differently now; handled it more like a brother, and less like a leader. He could only try to be better now. "Mind telling me what happened so I understand?"

Cross volunteered, voice soft, "I started it. Wrecker and Echo joined in… Made fun of him for not wearing his goggles because-"  

"Omega has more drawings she wishes to share with you, Hunter." Tech cuts in, and his voice has less of a bitter tone, but still rather terse. It's a confusing interruption. 

"Oh?"

"She's worried about the state of your room. It's too plain." 

Hunter sighed softly and took a seat between Crosshair and Tech, all three telling [____] it was no problem that she had to take an emergency call in her back office, dropping off the items she'd need for Tech with them and apologetically promising to be ready to help soon. "It's okay, mesh'la… Yeah, I know Omega is; I agree with her on that." Tech turned sideways in the waiting room chair and did his best to meet Hunter's eye, which just tugged at Hunter's heart seeing Tech's injury so close now, thankful it was minor. "I haven't been sure where to start. So… if you have some kind of plan, I'm all ears." 

Tech blinked in surprise. "You mean it…?"

"Tech." Hunter murmured softly, nodding his head in the direction of the back office with a lazy grin where he could hear her wrapping up the emergency call advising the patient they needed to seek out a clinic with a bacta tank and regretfully had no such thing herself, "If I wasn't sure where I should start with something big like telling her how I feel, of course I mean it."

In the back office, [____] had set down the communicator and spent a minute tidying up her desk by moving Hunter's empty mug of caf from its precarious perch to stall for time. She could make out just enough of their conversation to tell that Hunter was having yet another tender moment with his brothers that she didn't dare interrupt.

She respected and admired Hunter's efforts to take care of his family to the best of his abilities.

It's part of what made her love him, after all.

Come on… he's spent hours in position before waiting for his quarry, but this was agony. Hunter sighed sharply, drumming his fingers into the tabletop with a grimace as he tried returning his attention to the catalog of various paint samples [____] had loaned him. Page after page filled with soothing colors she'd considered for her clinic that she sent home with him when he returned with Crosshair and Tech once she'd treated the orbital injury. 

"I can hear you out in the lobby better than you think, handsome. Go home, have some lunch while Tech spells out some master plan; tell the others I said hello, too. You can tell me how it all goes over dinner at my place tonight… if you're interested?" 

He hadn't even hesitated, even slightly, when he asked "What time do you plan on closing the clinic today so I can take you home?" and ignored how both his brothers snickered behind his back. 

He couldn't focus. He'd much rather be jogging down that shortcut between the high-rises and reach the clinic doors just as she stepped outside to lock up for the night, calling out that Echo was in charge until he got back. Now that Hunter had finally told her, and [____] reciprocated how he felt, he couldn't stop thinking how light and freeing it had become… "Staring at the time won't make it go any faster, Hunter." 

He just smiled softly, not realizing he'd been staring off into the distance again since showering twice to rid himself of the antiseptic aroma that clung to him before giving the catalog a look. "I know, Omega…" 

"I wish it would too, though." his sister admitted, pushing a chair closer to join him and flip through the assortment of colors and all the handwritten notes [____] had crammed in the margins. Hunter gave his sister a curious look, wondering why Omega said such a thing. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

Omega scooched her chair closer, burrowing herself into his side when he put an arm around her and pulled her closer. "Well...You used to be so stressed out all the time since… the chips activated. Things slowly got better when we met [____] and learned that we could trust her. You've been a lot happier since telling her… And I'm glad to see you so happy. We all are." 

Hunter said nothing to tarnish the moment, just allowing himself to sit in silence and return his sister's embrace. He always knew in the back of his mind his sister was highly aware below the surface of the rest of her personality, but there were always opportunities she surprised him; just enough instances of bombshell-revelations to keep the five of them on their toes. Sometimes it was scary just how perceptive she could be. Sometimes, like now, there was a pang of sorrow deep in his chest that she'd been worried about him. 

Yes, she was older than him, physically, and some might (foolishly) argue less mature because she lacked experience, but it personally didn't make sense to Hunter that she should have to worry about him. She should get to be a child while she has time… Crawling into someone's bed because she had a nightmare. Taking breaks from the important studies she had with Tech just to daydream out the window, or tinker around with her few toys, or doodle. Making friends and memories that weren't stained red with the stench of war… 

He should've shaved when he'd been in the 'fresher, he realizes when Omega's hand tenderly cups his cheek the same way she'd comforted every brother when they woke up from the process of getting those chips out of their heads with Captain Rex's help. Her little thumb brushes through the stubble around his jaw, her bright eyes scrutinizing his face as she looks at him and apologizes. "I didn't mean to make you sad…" 

"You didn't, ad'ika." Hunter assures her once he's made up his mind and returns the favor, cupping her cheek before affectionately ruffling her hair after checking the time. "Promise me one last thing before I go pick up [____] from her clinic."

"What's that?" 

Hunter pulled his sister snug against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Omega was eager to return the offered affection, tucking her head under her brother's chin. "Don't grow up on me too fast, okay? I love you, Omega." 

Releasing one another after a moment, Hunter gathered his things and tied his bandana absentmindedly now that his hair was finally dry, "Let Echo know-"

"He's in charge until you get back, I know. I will!" Omega giggled, playfully pushing him towards the door while calling over her shoulder into the rest of the house that Hunter was leaving. "We'll be fine, don't worry about us. Go! Have fun!"

After years of the Kaminoan mess halls and GAR rations, it mattered very little what one put in front of Hunter for a meal. Was it seasoned with identifiable flavors, human-safe and appropriately warm or cold? Congratulations, it was palatable, the idea of it being "too simple" be damned! He completely understood that she'd be a little tired after the work she does in a health care clinic situated in a spaceport like this. The bustling travel-hub was always rife with those who needed her help, it was no surprise she would have a large assortment of ready-made meals tucked away in her cold-unit for the precious few hours she truly had to herself. 

Her precious few hours she'd sweetly invited him over to share and have some dinner together.

"It's okay; simple is good." She just grinned softly at him, laying the pre-packaged dinners she'd picked up most recently on the countertop after hearing his assurance. "Besides, I'll be able to tell you how everything went that much sooner." 

[____] laughed this time. "Oh boy. This oughta be good." 

It certainly was. It took Hunter most of dinner to explain through shared laughter how Tech had done a lot of measurements, somehow found the floorplan of their exact house and had been so dismayed that the room Hunter had taken was just barely larger than the cockpit of their attack shuttle. 

"He's threatening to find us another house, now." 

"Oh, Maker! How serious is he?"

Hunter just chuckles, stabbing another portion of salted vegetables and noodles before saying with a smile "It took quite a while to talk him out of it. For now."

Next he gets briefly sidetracked by talking about enjoying all the little notes she'd written in the edges around the pages of the color samples she hoped would be kinder on his eyes, and adored, yes adored, the flourishes she added to her handwriting. 

"It's so very… you."

"Well: now I'm curious about your handwriting…" she admits, biting back a smile behind the lip of her cup. 

"Hah, good luck. May need a translation key for my nuna-scratchings."

"Hush, I'm sure it's not that messy. I've seen the most atrocious handwriting from people in my own profession," she countered with a gentle laugh, "I'm sure it's far more legible." 

Okay, she had a point, he laughingly conceded before getting back on topic. Hunter briefly recounted some of the considered colors, noting that was about as far as he got before he’d come to meet her in front of her clinic’s door.

The longer Hunter and [____] spent talking about other things once dinner had been finished, the more Hunter noticed the steadily building ache in his head. It was brushed off easily enough at first, chalking it up to minor, probable causes, but the headache flared stronger not long after it began. Before long, Hunter was cradling his head in his hands when the medic had ducked into her kitchen to take care of the plates and grab something sweet to share.

Maker, what was making his head hurt so much?

"You keep grumbling to yourself in there," [____] called softly from her kitchen over the rumble of the sink as she washed her hands, "you okay?" 

"My head…" he complained softly. "Think I tied the bandana too tight after using the fresher at home..." His skull felt like it was being juiced, and it was deeply uncomfortable now, every beat of his pulse felt through his scalp. 

She set the dessert item down on the countertop and skirted around the table to come behind him, a steady hand on the upper arm of his left side. "Lemme see." With her right hand, Hunter could feel her try to gently tuck her first two fingers under the edge of his bandana, but could only comfortably fit her index before she would have been tugging on the accessory. [____] moves to inspect the knot, and he can hear that sad frown on her voice. "Oh blast sakes… that's a tight knot, big guy. I think I can do something to help with that, if you’re interested." 

Whether pain made him desperate, or it was an exercise of his trust in her, Hunter surprised her by how quickly he agreed to the idea. [____] leads on to her room, guiding Hunter with a tender hand. "In here. S-sorry about the clothes on the floor, Spoon keeps getting into my dirty clothes basket lately…" She hastily kicks what must be some undergarments under some other clothing before scooping it all up and dumping it into the proper receptacle. All he catches is a flash of her favorite color, too focused on the living Tooka currently curled around the Tooka doll. "Hah, speaking of my new little rascal. She's kinda adopted me and decides that she lives here now as of two days ago. Not exactly Crosshair's biggest fan." 

Hunter gives the skittish feline an inquisitive look, offering out his hand, palm up, with his fingers slightly curled to make them appear smaller and less threatening as Spoon took a curious sniff. "Didn't like my brother, hm?" He laughed softly when he received a tentative lick from the Loth-cat before she uncurled herself from the stuffed rendition and buckled her back before hopping down off the bed, deliberately sidestepping to throw her light-furred body against his ankle in a display of trust. "Cross can be a sarcastic little snot, but he's not all bad, I promise." 

[____] giggled softly. It was such a beautiful little sound to Hunter. She could laugh so easily and freely… 

Was it possible that Tech has some sound byte of [____]'s laughter, the same way his brother had several recordings of the joyous way their older sister could whoop with laughter right alongside Wrecker? She could make him laugh just because she was laughing so hard with Wrecker, sometimes… What did [____] think of his laugh? Did it sound natural to her? Would he sound as happy as she did listening to himself in some audio snippet tucked away in that maze of files Tech stored on his datapad? 

He hoped so. 

It was… hard to feel worthy of that happiness sometimes. He had his siblings to take care of. Memories of the GAR to carry for the remainder of his accelerated life; the orders he had to carry out. 

The orders he disregarded. Either because he didn't want to do them, or didn't think they were right. 

She'd caught him reaching under his bandana for that thin, pinkish mark that was the only proof of his inhibitor chip these days. That he used to have one like every other Clone. "Hey. Hunter? Did loosening it help any?" 

Thank Kamino's rains: she just thought he was adjusting his bandana after she'd tried loosening it for him. "Not sure, mesh'la…" he admits, voice a slightly frustrated huff. Loosening it usually helps, but there'd been little improvement. Guess it was just too tight for too long. 

[____] kicks herself up onto the mattress of her bed, patting the space on either side around her. "C'mere then. Lemme take care of you." 

Take the medic out of her clinic…

"Can that bed support two people?" Hunter checks, thinking of the way he saw other Clones, his fellow GAR soldiers and brothers, trying to find a way to squeeze on the same rickety cot after a particularly brutal campaign to find a semblance of security. Comfort. Familiarity so far from Kamino for the younger batches of brothers. And the too many times to count that Wrecker ended up just taking the thin mattress off the cots and the bunks and sleeping on the floor so he spared himself the lecture for breaking GAR property. "F-forget I asked… old habits." 

"Military beds are not that great for a, uh… cuddle, hm?"

"Not always…" Hunter admits, face flushing after he considered what words [____] must have thought of before settling for something so… wholesome. He gets up on the bed beside her, unlacing his boots and shedding his shirt before he tentatively lays down as she suggests. She wants to see if a massage would help with lessening his headache before she scrounges up one of the many over the counter painkillers she has here at her home. Hunter doesn't protest when she breaks apart the knot and lays his bandana on her bedside table, or when she begins to methodically muss his hair. He only hates that he can't comfortably look up at her when he's laying prone like this on his stomach.

She truly did mean it in a wholesome sense, he realizes when she speaks next. "Must've been just awful for poor Wreck… Big guy's kinda a snuggler through and through." 

"Yeah… Wrecker sure is." he agrees. He's received more spine-popping hugs than he'd ever possibly be able to remember. He's also received some of the most effective results of deep pressure therapy for the episodic sensory overloads with Wrecker's help. Many weren't sure why the explosive ordnance expert was so affectionate, but like hell he'd let his brother believe the behavior was bad, rather only the timing, in some cases. 

Her hands creep lower and lower through his hair from the crown of his head, massaging his scalp in sections. She sections off another portion of his hair on the right side, and her breath hitched with minor surprise. "What's-? Is that a scar from an old head injury…? Oh Hunter…" The bed below them shifts as she bends forward to get a better look.

Blast it. Maybe she doesn't know, he certainly can't remember with this splitting headache.  "[____]... Do-"

She hums softly to interrupt him, shaking her head decidedly. "No… that's too clean to be an injury. That's an old incision scar. Less than a year old, I would guess..." She sits back, tracing the old scar with a gentle touch before her hand plants itself on his back, her thumb sweeping over his spine lazily. "That's about… how long ago Crosshair said that everyone had the inhibitor chips removed, based on when he came to my clinic to get some advice." [____] sweeps her thumb over the scar once more, a silence falling over them both, and she moves on to another area, shifting the topic slightly. 

"Crosshair ever tell you how much that hug meant to him when you practically tripped over yourself getting off the front steps? Explicitly?"

It takes him a moment to answer her, the relief ebbing over him as [____] gently scratches and massages Hunter's scalp in little, circular motions is proving a massive boon. She's a natural at this, he's even starting to feel a little sleepy as the headache falls away, degree by degree. "Not explicitly... Not his thing…" 

She laughs softly, the sound gentle and bright. "Must've been in his own little Crosshair way then. Nothing wrong with that…" He hums agreeably, crawling forward and adjusting his arms to get more comfortable at her invitation to lay his head on the tops of her thighs so she can continue to fuss her hands through his hair more comfortably for them both. He can't see it well, but she's smiling down at him this entire time as she watches his blinks growing slower and slower each time she works her fingers through those dark brown curls from root to tip. 

The tension in his body melts away the longer she treats his aching head and spoils him with attention. He's speaking in gentle little mumbles, all the while being this close to falling asleep on her, literally. (She doesn't mind in the slightest; she did it first after all.)

"Taking off the bandana help any?" [____] murmurs after a few minutes of silence passes by, rearranging the hair that's fallen over his eyes. He's awake, but just barely. His eyelids flutter open a fraction of a second, the action a slight twitch of movement more than anything. "Mm…?" 

"Nevermind, sweetheart," she tells him, caressing and stroking the back of his head in a languid, loving fashion, feeling his breath pulling in and out in regular waves across her thighs as he rests on his stomach, his head in her lap. "It's okay. You can just go to sleep, if you want." There's no movement in his face, the hint of his sleepy, easy smile doesn't budge. Just a lazy hum from deep in his chest that she can feel through the mattress and bedding below her as he finally surrenders to slumber, permission given. "...mm-m." 

Only when she's entirely certain that Hunter's asleep does [____] speak, or move in the slightest. With care, she eases his head off her lap and tucks one of the spare pillows beneath him, planting a kiss against his temple. Another over the old incision scar for good measure before she tries to slip away and check on Spoon one last time for the night. "Goodnight, Hunter…" 

Even in his sleep, Hunter is somehow able to find her hand and take hold, latching on tightly before she can get far. He whimpers, kriffing whimpers, her name softly in protest because he must sense her trying to leave. 

"Okay, okay," [____] murmurs soothingly, glad she can turn off lights remotely more than ever as she gingerly rejoins him on the bed, "I'll stay, sweetheart." she promises Hunter, caressing the back of his head once again. She begins with shimmying the bedding over them both, all the lights set to shut off, and finally laying back before Hunter appears content and drifting into deeper sleep. Truly content. 

"I'm not going anywhere..."

Taglist: @dragonrider9905  @ladytano420  @the-hexfiles @ilovethosebrowneyes9904​

Note from Frost: If you would like to be added to the taglist that is currently just specific for Sorry, Wrong Comms!, (I may start a taglist for all Star Wars related fanfiction projects that will be marked accordingly with #frostfics in the near future if there is interest) don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask or a comment loves. 🩷

[MASTERLIST] [TBB MASTERLIST][PREVIOUS] [NEXT]

[strangelysamantha]

bittersweet ☆

possessive!rafe x plus!sized reader.

warnings: crazy rafe, possessive and obsessive behavior, swearing, underage drinking, reader gets hurt, physical fight, ect.

words: 2,167.

summary: you went to a local party by the beach when rafes unstable side peeked out. jj maybank finds you alone, and decides to talk to you. rafe gets possessive and upset, thinking that jj was hitting on you.

request?: no :)

a/n: i’m working on requests but since my computer is down it’s taking longer because i hate typing on my phone especially because tumblr always deletes what i’ve written. i’m hopeful that my computer will be fixed by tomorrow, until then i’ll try and produce a few stories since i’ve been MIA for a few days. remember to like and comment if you enjoy this! <3

my masterlist

——————————————————————————

“please just come with me.” rafe frowned as he sat on your porch pleading to you, telling you why you should go to a beach party with him. “why rafe?” you frown, not in a partying mood. instead, you would much rather stay home and do a movie marathon. “please baby, i swear i’ll make it up to you.” you roll your eyes at his begging. “fine, but only because you are so cute.” his eyes sparkle as a smile lifts on his lips, you pull him into a quick kiss.

you walk back inside to get dressed for the bonfire. rafe was wearing blue and orange, and you wanted to match him. so, you grabbed a pair of dark blue ripped jean shorts, and an orange v-neck. you apply some perfume and jewelry before putting on some shoes. just as you were finishing up, rafe walked into your room smirking. “awh, you wanted to match with me.” he smiled. despite you knowing his look was filled with adoration you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his long glance. “obviously, don’t you want people to know i’m yours?” you question him, waiting for his response. “well, matching clothes won’t change anything. everyone already knows.” you nod smiling before pulling him into a kiss.

once you pull away from the kiss, he grabs your hand and leads you to the car as he drives to the beach. his hand finding its way on your thigh; gripping it tightly. while he drove to the beach, you paid close attention to your phone, checking social media for any major updates. rafes grasp on your thigh loosened as the car came to a halt. you were parked on the beach, the sun was already setting.

you both exit the car, rafe swiftly moving from his side of the car to yours. “thank you for coming with me.” his hand finds yours, pulling them together. “of course, i love hanging out with you.” he lets go of your hand, and moves his arm to hold closely around your waist. the two of you begin to walk towards the already drunken teen filled beach.

you frown at the amount of trash that litters the sand. you stay close to rafe, as he approaches topper and kelce. “hey guys.” you say to them to make conversation. they nod in your direction, acknowledging you before their attention turns towards rafe again. you don’t pay any mind to what the boys are discussing. after a while you become bored, so you slowly slip out of rafes arm to go get a drink. “i’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” you ask rafe, and he glances at you smiling. “yes please, thanks baby.” you lean in for a quick kiss before leaving to go get drinks. you weren’t a heavy drinker, always scared of what you would say or do under the influence, so you grab yourself a water and grab a beer for rafe.

you return to the spot you were in earlier, but it’s now vacant. rafe, topper, and kelce all leaving you behind. you frown, looking around for them but coming up short. you had no idea where they could be since this beach was huge. you don’t bother wasting your time looking for them, instead you start to head for the bonfire.

you weren’t surprised that rafe had left you all alone. this always happened. he would beg you to go to something, just to abandon you half way through it. it didn’t bother you, it just worried you, scared of what he was doing without you.

once you arrived at the bonfire, you decided to down the drink once made for rafe, the beer stinging your throat. you drank three more chugs before drinking water as well. it doesn’t take long for the alcohol to come into effect. you knew it had clouded your judgement when you were laughing at jj maybanks jokes of all people. “i’m telling you, these people were fucking crazy.” you giggled as he made exaggerated reactions. “you’re telling me! that sounds scary as fuck. i wouldn’t have survived.” he shook his head looking down at you, “i’m sure you would have figured something out.” you nod at him.

“have you seen those dudes since?” you ask, intrigued by his story. “actually, yeah. their story isn’t the brightest… sheriff told me that they-” his voice cut off as he made a slicing noise above his throat. your eyes widened in shock. “oh my god! really??” you grab his arm, “what if they came back for you! bro no way…” your heart rate quickens at the thought of evil men chasing random kids. “no, i know right, scary as shit. i guess it’s bittersweet because they died, but now they aren’t after us anymore.” he shrugs, sipping his red solo cup. “i guess. it’s still scary. so many people are unexpectedly dying nowadays, i definitely-” you were interrupted as rafe put an arm around you, eyeing jj up and down.

“continue baby, what were you saying?” rafe asked, smiling at you for a split second before it disappeared when his eyes focused on jj again. “oh we were just talking about bad men, and how this town is scarier than it used to be.” he nods at you. “jj what are you doing talking to my girl?” jj stands up straighter, “why do you care? do you own her or something?” rafe scoffed, “yes.” the confusion on your face was evident and jj was quick on acknowledging it. “oh really? by the look on her face, she doesn’t agree.” he glances at you, but you have quickly recovered. “what are you talking about maybank?” you interrupted the two immediately not wanting a fight to break out. “i was just talking to jj because he had a funny story. it wasn’t anything like that, i swear babe.” you words slurred together and it was evident you weren’t in the right headspace.

rafes eyes widened as he fully realized that you were so intoxicated that you had no idea what was going on, “what the fuck maybank? you got her drunk for what? you trying to fuck her?” jj couldn’t believe rafes nerve. “one, she was drunk when she came up to me, and two, i don’t need to fuck her, i already have.” your heart dropped at jj's confession.

“maybank, do you want to take that back?” you could tell rafe was trying to give jj a chance to redeem himself before all hell breaks loose. your hand tightened on rafes bicep trying to get him to move on, but he wouldn’t budge. “can't take back what’s already happened.” jj shrugged again, smirking.

rafe was the first one to throw a punch, you stumbled back as he had pushed you away. with your luck, your head had landed right against the beverage table, scratching the side of your face from your temple to the side of your cheek. you hiss in pain, moving your fingers to feel it. when you retreat your hand you see it covered in blood. you groan in pain, hissing as the cool air makes it sting.

you clumsy stand up, looking ahead to see rafe and jj were still fighting. “rafe!” you weakly call out, but he was stuck in his own little bubble as he pounded his fists against jjs face. you stumble away, walking far from the beach. you were too tired to even try to process what was going on. the yelling behind you quietly faded as you made your way farther along the beach.

not even a minute later you hear rafe running after you. “what rafe?” you ask, but your back is still turned to him. “baby, please just- i’m sorry okay. i, i don’t know. i was just scared he’d take you from me. i don’t want to lose you, you are all i have. you mean too much to me for some pogue to take.” his rambling only pissed you off more. “rafe, please. i have a headache, all i want is to go home.” you frown.

his eyes moved from the sand up to your face, surprised by the huge gash on your face that was oozing blood. “baby?! who did this to you?” you couldn’t contain your anger any longer. you used all your strength, pushing his shoulders back. “you did! you fucking asshole.” the fact that he didn’t even budge from the push you sent his way, pissed you off even more. “baby, i, you know i would never do anything to intentionally hurt you?” your silence only scared him even more.

“baby, i wouldn’t- i didn’t mean to hurt you.” his breathing was heavy as the realization hit him. he had undeniably hurt you, and he had undoubtedly lost you. “no, because this can’t be happening. i can't lose you. baby, i- it was an accident. please, you gotta understand i didn’t want to hurt you, it was just jj fucking all over you, and the way he tried to claim you, saying he already had you, it just- the anger i couldn’t even hold myself back.” you nod at his words. “rafe i understand that. i, just. i don’t want this. do you think i want you to assault every guy who even looks at me? it makes me feel like shit. do you know how shitty it makes me feel? that you think i would chose anyone else when i have you. it hurts to know that you think i’m not loyal enough.” you frown, tears easily falling out of your eyes.

“baby- it’s not you i’m worried about.” you nod, “i know… it just doesn’t feel that way.” he goes to speak again but you quickly interrupt him. “can we please continue this at your house? my head seriously hurts.” his eyes soften, his hand cupping your cheek. he hesitated before he pulled you into a kiss, when you kissed him back he could feel his smile come back. “rafe.” you say again, before pointing to your head. “right baby, i’m sorry. let's go.” you nod.

he walks you to his car, opening the door for you before you hop in. he puts your seatbelt on for you. his protective side shining through once again. he walks around, before hopping in himself. he starts the car. “seatbelt…?.” you question. he laughs quietly. “of course, baby.” you nod as he puts his seatbelt on. his hand reached for your thigh again, before he drove the two of you to his house.

when you arrived, your head was pounding. you could feel it throbbing, the blood dripping onto your orange v neck. you frown at the sight. the two of you walk inside, and he immediately pulls you into his room, placing you on the edge of his bed. he runs to his bathroom grabbing a table cloth and the first aid kit.

he opens the first aid kit, placing it beside you. he takes the wet washcloth, wiping away the blood. after cleaning it, he added antibacterial cream, and then covered it in gauze. he kissed the bandage covering it before walking to his closet.

“here. wear this, and i’ll wash your t-shirt.” you nod, “thank you rafe.” he turns around and you swiftly change your t-shirt. he turns around, his heart hammering inside his chest, still scared about where you stood.

“rafe. i don’t want to lose you. i love you a lot, but i don’t want to continue this if every time a guy looks at me funny, you beat him up. i appreciate you protecting me, but they aren’t worth it.” he nods, soaking up every word. “if you can promise me that you won’t fight random people anymore, then i think we can work this out, and work through this.” he smiles softly, “is that a deal?” you ask. “of course baby. i promise i won’t fight anyone unless they really deserve it.” you roll your eyes, “fine. that’s good enough; but please, let’s hope it doesn’t get too bad.” he laughs, “let’s hope.” you grab his hands, realizing they were quite bruised. “let’s ice these.” he follows you to the kitchen, as you prepare an ice pack.

once the ice pack is ready, you place it on one hand, the other is intently grabbing your thigh. “baby you don’t have to do all this.” he reached for the ice and you lightly pushed his hand away. “you fixed me up, let me fix you up.” he sat back and watched as you cared for his bruises. rafe was glad he didn’t lose you, and he was glad you were still there with him. having you so close to him made him realize he couldn’t sacrifice anything to lose you. he kissed your bandages once more before you two prepared for bed and started to comfortably cuddle together.

[supernatural-bias]

IMAGINE MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS FOR THE HETALIA CHARACTERS /SUPER POS

Germany

Stubborn and grumpy, but eventually gives in. Would much rather be preparing his troops or spending time eating potato's, yet you still end up sitting down and braiding strands of yarn together. Occasionally he mumbles the words "frivolous" or "stupid" underneath his breath but you both know he's having fun

Italy

He's probably the one who asked you, to be honest. And as a little thought that just popped up in my head, the squinty eyed Italian would probably makes you a bracelet out of half baked spaghetti at one point pFT-

Japan

Is a pro at making bracelets and no one knows why. Seriously though, you end up having a intricately braided and colored charm by the end of the day. Looks store bought!

America

"Awh really dudette? I just knew I was your bff!" "America stop hugging me! I cant breath!" "We're going to have so much fun bro! I'll make yours out of red, white and blue so that way everyone knows you're my sidekick! This is the best!" "Cant. Talk. Loosing. Air. Please. Help" "Oops! Sorry haha!" [*sounds of dying (Y/n)*]

Britian

You have to drag him away from his tea and garbag- I mean food to rope the stiff brit into your schemes. At one point you almost have to tie him down into the chai just so that he would stay still. But after he gets the hang of it, Britian will do his best to make his little poppet proud!

(I could probably make a bracelet out of the amount of hair on your eyebrows alone haha!"

"(Y/n), I love you, but you've ben spending too much time with France.")

France

Giggles like the baguette he is the entire time. Sexual innuendos are tossed here and there, as are teasing pokes in the side of the ribs and tickle fights. France is honestly just relived to get away from "being fabulous all day!" as he calls it

Russia

The absolute fucking best at being quiet and making jewelry. They always turn out as sunflowers though...

China

Mans fucking builds a whole ass town out of yarn by the time you get done with your first bracelet. We've seen him in a action before and I am not afraid to say that he builds you a fucking cottage in five minutes.

Canada

Doesn't do it with you. Makes you waffles and cuddles with you instead while you make him a maple leaf charm instead. Just happy that you don't see through him :>

Romano

His stubborn ass wont admit it, but he's already made you one of them Has it stashed away in the bottom of his dresser since last month. (Italy ended up finding a while ago and he had to bribe him with homemade pasta to keep his little brothers mouth shut)

Austria

"Zis is ridiculous! I have a piano solo to be practizing right now!" "Oh come onnnn Austria! Loosen up for once! Thís'll be fun! I know you want to!" [*grumbles reluctantly in hard-ass*]

[yuriko-mukami]

"Hello Yuriko~"

[Nalia placed a big blue gift bag with a pink ribbon on it on the table. Smiling, she rushed towards Yuriko and embraced her.]

"Happy Birthday! I wish you all the best!"

[After a long hug the redhead points to the gift bag.]

"Yuuto and I have something for you."

[Nalia watched Yuriko excitedly unwrapping the gifts.]

"Yuuto helped me to make the sakura mochi. We thought they would be fitting since cherry blossom season has just begun."

[She giggled happily.]

"We bought red bean paste in Okinawa and used it for your special day's gift."

[Nervously, Nalia looked at the other presents.]

"The bookmark should be something special and Yuuto likes kitsune related things. So he chose this one for you. I prevailed in my choice of the book and the lavender shower gel. We hope you like everything."

[She hugged Yuriko again.]

"Have a great birthday~"

@yuuto-tsukino

"Hello~ It's so nice to see you again!"

[Yuriko smiled widely. She hadn't expected visitors but having some made her very happy. She gazed at the gift bag, surprised, and then hugged Nalia warmly.]

(Hmm, she has a bit different scent than she used to... It must be because of the change.)

"Oh my... Thank you so much, Nalia and Yuuto~ I'm so happy that you came to visit me today."

[Yuriko started opening up the bag slowly and carefully, peeking in before lifting the things out one by one.]

"Ooohh! Sakura mochi! I bet they taste very good, especially because you made them. Your kitchen skills are amazing. And Yuuto helped you? That's something!"

[The thought made Yuriko giggle. She sniffed the mochi and couldn't hide her smile.]

"We should share these. Ah, they smell so delicious! Red bean paste is so good~"

[Yuriko looked at the bookmark, nodding.]

"It's so lovely! I really like the colors and it really is special. I'll use this from now on~ Ooh? And a book. This looks so interesting. I can't wait to read it!"

[Pressing the book against her chest, Yuriko let her smile sparkle to Nalia. Soon, she picked up the lavender soap, eyes glimmering.]

"I love this scent! And it goes perfectly with my shampoo. Awh, Nalia, Yuuto, thank you! Thank you really!"

[Putting everything aside, Yuriko hugged both her brother and his fiancée. She almost couldn't believe her luck. She really was spending her birthday with her family and friends. Getting presents was nice but this thought made the day for her. She wasn't alone which was the best gift ever.]

[apricotgojo]

hi bestie.. 😃

so um , i saw this prompt somewhere and i wanted to send it to my favorite blog ! ( you ) so here it is!!

adrien with a s/o who’s from america ( new york specifically ) and she has a very veronica lodge type past. meaning she’s very proper and rich and silvertounged but very kindhearted and sweet and extremely loyal.

but she has a past where she used to be a bully in new york and bullied people if they didn’t fit in , and was practically the it girl from a movie? does that make sense?

however shes changed , yet one day during a akuma attack , her whole past gets revealed and videos of her being a complete BITCH and it being played off as hot by her classmates gets shown to the entire of paris?

what’s adrien doing? is she going to comfort her or leave her?

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

 I had so much fun writing this, but fair warning that it’s kind of angsty oops! thank u for the request nonetheless <333

Ship: Adrien Agreste X reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: Angst oops

What should you do when your father is out on a business trip?

Throw a party.

And that’s exactly what you did. At least that’s what you used to do back in New York.   It’s something you were known for. Now since you’ve got the chance to start fresh with a new life in Paris you decided to bring an old tradition back with you and invite some friends over from the school you’re attending, and your boyfriend of course.

Adrien Agreste. You had no idea what you did to get such an angel in your life. You’ve been dating him for a few moths now and you could already see yourself becoming a better person around him. You came to Paris with the intention of leaving your past behind, starting new and fresh without the bullshit from your past. This was it. Nothing could fuck this up.

“Hey,let me help you.” You hear your Adrien say while you try to adjust the lights near the DJ stand.

“I got it.” You say and get on your tip toes to hang the last light. “There.” You say, a successful smile on your face.

“You really out did yourself huh?” You feel his arms wrapping around you from the back and you hum.

“Oh please Agreste, this is nothing compared to what I used to do in New York.” You say and turn around, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I hope everyone likes it.” You say, more to yourself than to him.

“Of course they will, Ma belle.” He says and kisses your forehead.

You loved it when he called you nicknames, they just made butterflies burst around your stomach.

His soft hand reaches up to touch your cheek and he caresses it gently. You look into his green eyes which were soft and welcoming. He is so gorgeous.

Your noses touch and you sigh, touching his hand and smiling softly. “I hate to ruin the moment, my love but I have to go make a few minor changes before your friends come.”

He pouts at you. “But everything’s already perfect, can’t we spend some alone time together before everyone comes?”

You shake your head. “I promise you’ll have me all to yourself tonight , Agreste.” You smirk and watch as his cheeks glow red. You quickly kiss his cheek and giggle, walking away to the kitchen to make sure that everything is in place.

It didn’t take long before people started arriving.

“Claudia, start offering the drinks around to people.” You whisper to your maid before going to greet everyone.

A familiar bluenette appears, with an amazed look on her face while she looks around. You grin and walk towards her.  

“Marinette! You look stunning!” You say and give each other a friendly kiss on the cheek. She really did look stunning. You’ve never seen her hair like this before, let down and slightly curled.  She’s wearing a dress which perfectly hugged her body and the colour was gorgeous on her - A deep vermilion shade which complemented her fair skin. 

“Likewise.” She grins and looks at your dress. “Oh my god who are you wearing? This dress is gorgeous.” She gasps, eyes wide while she moved around to see the dress from the back and front.  You knew that she would comment on it, she had an eye for fashion after all.

“My father got this for me as a gift from South Korea. The designer is a family friend of ours.” You smile proudly. You didn’t want to brag about it but in all honesty you loved this dress too much not to show it off. 

You look to her side and see a blue haired boy standing kind of awkwardly next to her. “And you must be…?” You trail off, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Luka, Marinette’s date.” He says nonchalantly and Marinette stops looking at your dress, straightening up with her face glowing red.

“Ah, I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Im-“

“I already know who you are.” He states and you furrow your eyebrows. You’re more than sure you’ve never met this guy before.

Marinette nudges him and you see him stiffen up.

“I mean, it was kind of a big deal when you came to Paris and everyone was talking about you so-“

Marinette sighs and grabs Lukas arm. “We’re going to get a drink, It was nice seeing you! Au revoir !” She says and walks away with Luka. You could hear her cussing at him from where you were standing.

Ah, of course. You knew that everyone was talking about you. The new rich bitch from New York who’s mother is in jail. That’s what everyone saw at first. Maybe they do still see it now. But maybe that’s why you fell for Adrien, because he never judged you in the first place despite all those rumors.

You turn around and see him, talking to Nino. He’s wearing the outfit you picked out for him.  Black shirt slightly unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, tan pants with a black belt around them and black converse.  His hair was messy but it looked so good on him and his cheeks were tinted a little pink, probably because of the few drinks that he’s had already.  Your eyes meet and he smiles at you. Right as he was about to come next to you, you feel someone tap your shoulder.

“Hi, Nadja Chamack. Did you move to paris because your mother is imprisoned for drug trafficking? Was your father denied bail?” The woman rushes to say while shoving a microphone to your face. You stare at her wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, leave now before I call security, you shouldn’t be up here.” You hear Adrien say sternly while putting a hand on your shoulder.

“But was that the reason you came to Paris or was it because of the video that was spread of you-“

“Security!” Adrien shouts and two body guards grab Nadja and her camera man.

You stand there, dumbfounded as the body guards drag them away, the two cussing and struggling to get out of their grasp.

“Mon ange, are you okay?” Adrien asks, cupping your face with his hands, snapping you out of your thoughts.

 You look at him and clear your throat.

 “I’m fine, I need a drink.” You say and remove his hands from your face and start walking away.

He grabs your hand and looks at you, concern filling your eyes.

“No you’re not okay.” He says, kissing your hand and holding it gently. “What did they mean by video?” He asks.

Your body goes into full fight or flight mode.

“God Adrien! It’s nothing.” You snap at him. “just let it go, I don’t want to deal with this right now.” You remove yourself from his grasp and quickly walk away to the open bar.

You didn’t mean to snap at him but that conversation needed to wait until you two got more serious. You weren’t ready for it.

You grab a glass of champagne and down it, your face contorting because of the after taste.

You were about to get another one until you hear a scream.

“We want to know all your secrets! Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” A distorted voice says and you drop your glass on the floor when you see a dark purple monstrous figure coming your way.

“Shit.” You cuss and run away from the bar.

Everyone was screaming and trying to rush to the exit but everywhere was closed off with a purple like shield around.

You frantically look around to find a place to hide until you see a familiar blond with cat ears motioning to you.

Chat Noir. Thank god.

You were about to run to him until you started floating in the air, a purple bubble surrounding you.

You screamed and frantically hit it to try to escape but it was no use. 

“I got you now!” You hear the distorted voice say and let out an evil laugh.

You watch your phone float out of your hand and out of the bubble.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

You were fucked.

The bubble that surrounded you explodes and you fell from it, right into the arms of Chat Noir.

“Hey I got you it’s okay” He says smiling at you and for some reason you were slightly comforted by him.

 Your eyes fill with tears and your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.

“She has my phone.” You croak out and your body starts shaking.

You see Ladybug swinging from the roof, throwing her Yo-Yo to try and grasp the villain but it was too late.

A screen appeared out of thin air and a video started playing -  you were in it, in your classroom in your school in New York. You knew exactly what this video was.

Your jaw clenched when it started playing.

“Awh look she’s crying guys.” You say in a condescending tone in the video. The girl, Sarah, was balling her eyes out in front of you while you smirk and stand in front of her, your arms crossed.

“H-How could you!” She sobs out.

“How could I what? Your boyfriend was the one with his hands all over me, I just gave him what he really wanted.” You say and chuckle.

“That’s not true he would never-“

“Cheat?” You cut her off, lean closer to her and put your hands on the desk in front of her. “hate to break it to you honey but he did.” You tell her and she sobs even harder.

“Maybe this will help you put you back in your place.” You say, grabbing her face, making her look at you. “You’re a nobody, a loser and you had the audacity to talk shit behind my back?”

Her lips quiver in fear and she was visibly shaking in the video.

“You think you could ever stand a chance against me? Think again bitch.” You say and let her face go, turning around and arranging your skirt.

“By the way, he’s a really good kisser. Such a shame.” And with that you walk away from her while people wolf whistle at you and mumble things under their breath.

You were still in Chat’s arms, he was looking at the screen, eyes wide and lips parted. It was like he was frozen. Tears were streaming down your face, you couldn’t move.

Everyone around you was mumbling and whispering things.

“She’s such a bitch.”

“I knew the rumors about her were true! She’s horrible!”

“This wasn’t the video I wanted! Where’s the proof where’s the-“ The villain gets cut off by Ladybug grabbing her microphone with the akuma in it and slamming against her knee. A purple butterfly emerges from it and she grabs it with her yoyo, turning it white.

    “Miraculous ladybug!” She chants and the place starts magically getting back to normal.

Chat clears his throat. “I need to go.” He mumbles and removes his hands from you. You nod and stare down at your shoes.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say, forcing yourself to smile.

He didn’t even look at you, he didn’t even say anything as he left.

Did he think you were horrible too?

Oh my god.

Adrien.

 After the villains were taken away everyone left without even saying goodbye to you.

You sat down on the platform near the DJ stand and hugged your knees closer to your chest.

You hear footsteps walk towards you and you look up. His green eyes meet yours but they instantly avert to the side.

“You know, when we first started dating, everyone was telling me about these stupid rumors about you and I never wanted to hear them because I never believed you could be capable of that.” He says, a frown on his lips.  “I never wanted to be so fucking right in my life but I guess I was wrong.”

You were trying so hard not to cry in front of him. You knew that this would happen when he found out, it was like a gut feeling. Adrien Agreste is a good person. He likes to be surrounded by good people and that video just showed that you might not be the good person he really thought you were. Your heart ached.

“I’ve c-changed Adrien.” You stutter in a small voice, scared that you would break down if you spoke too loudly.

“Have you really?” he questions, looking directly at you. He was disappointed in you. “God, why didn’t you tell me this before!” He rubs his face in frustration. You’ve never seen Adrien so worked up like this.

“Because I knew You’d react like this!” You say, louder this time as you get up. “For fucks sake Adrien! I told you my past wasn’t perfect and I know I was a bitch but I was young and stupid and I know it doesn’t excuse my actions but I’ve grown from my mistakes. I came to Paris with the mindset of becoming better, finding out who I really am and starting fresh!”

You watch him part his lips to say something but You cut him off.

“Look me right in the eye and tell me you’ve never done a mistake in your life, Adrien.”

His lips close and he averts his gaze away from you again.

  “I know I should’ve told you sooner but I was too scared of losing you. Y-you made Paris feel like my home, you’re the reason why I make better choices, you helped me find myself.” Tears start falling down your cheeks and you look down. “And if I haven’t changed then I wouldn’t be looking stupid and crying over you and explaining myself to you because im genuinely terrified at the thought of losing the first person in my life who I’ve genuinely fallen in love with.” You sob out.

There was silence, apart from the sniffles and sobs coming from you.

“What did you say?” Adrien asks you and you hear his footsteps come closer.

“What?” You sniffle, looking up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. Your eyes were puffy and red and so was your nose. You haven’t cried like this in ages.

“The last part.”

“I’ve genuinely fallen in love with you? “ You mumble and widen your eyes. Oh shit, you’ve fucked up again.

“I know it’s sudden and I don’t expect you to return it back and I don’t know why I just said that but-“ He cuts you off with his lips smashing against yours.

It was euphoric. Probably the most genuine kiss you’ve ever felt in your life.

He breaks away, your foreheads touching and both of you breathless.

His pretty pink lips curl into a small smile and his face cups yours, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I love you too.” He whispers and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry I overreacted, I just didn’t want to be wrong about you but I believe that you’ve changed, I know you’re heart is pure.”

And that’s when you realized that yes, your heart was pure again. Clean from all the sins you’ve did in the past. You didn’t know if it was his green eyes, soft skin, perfect lips or maybe the way he looked at you that has cleansed you but maybe it took pure love to find a pure heart.

[possibly-a-secunit]

Introduction post I guess?

Hi, you can call us Rune, or by whoever is tagged in posts. He/they/it unless an alter specifies otherwise.

We are a 24 year old DID "system," but we do not like that word, we prefer collective or nexus. The body is White/SEAsian, and physically disabled.

We are diagnosed, and working through our parts in therapy. So far we know of 11 alters/parts, 4 of which are sort of common fronters and the other three have presented themselves once each in therapy and not shown up since. The other four seem to be dormant, unfortunately, but we still consider them part of our nexus.

Only three of us will be posting on here, and we do not sign off on our posts unless it's something that really needs the clarification (i.e. answering questions about specific parts, clarifications for alter-specific vents, etc.). If you really want to speak to someone specific, you can ask for them and we will leave a note for them, but our switches tend to be very unpredictable, so they will get back to you whenever they find the note.

Name: Ransom

Preferred name: Ransom

Nickname: Ranny (Only if we are close.)

Pronouns: They/It/He

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Age: Late 20's....ish.

Birthday: December 31st.

Sun sign: Capricorn.

Moon sign: Taurus.

Rising sign: Pisces.

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Romantic attraction: Aromantic. (Pan/Asexual, though not sex-repulsed, only interested in receiving.)

Single/taken: Taken, as the body has a partner.

Mono/poly: Polyamorous.

Open/closed: Open.

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Hair style: Long, waist length. Long layered "bangs."

Hair color: Black.

Eye color: Black.

Skin tone: Pale.

Aesthetic: I don't know, bookstores? The moon?

Height: 6'2".

Piercings: No. 

Tattoos: One.

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Likes: Being alone, reading, and peace and quiet.

Dislikes: Most people irl.

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Flirt: If we are close.

Dm: Ask.

And:

Name: Audun/Dune

Preferred name: Audun (Awh-Dunn)

Nickname: None yet! :)

Pronouns: They/Them or any gender neutral pronouns!

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Age: Slider, 18-20

Birthday: October 4th

Sun sign: Libra

Moon sign: Pisces

Rising sign: Leo

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Romantic attraction: Panromantic (Also pansexual!)

Single/taken: Taken but ⬇️↙️

Mono/poly: Polyamorous

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Hair style: Just past chin length, curly but like choppy idk I'll find and add pictures eventually

Hair color: "Cappucino" brown

Eye color: Brown/gold

Skin tone: Light-Moderate brown

Aesthetic: Forestcore

Height: 5'6

Piercings: Nope

Tattoos: Also no

Extra: I also have freckles!

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Likes: The woods, cats, handcrafting things

Dislikes: Large crowds, grocery stores, and plastic

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Flirt: Go ahead 😝

Dm: Sure!

Name: Rune

Preferred name: Rune

Nickname: I don't have one :)

Pronouns: They/Fae (transmasc genderfaun)

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Age: Early 20's

Birthday: Jan 13

Sun sign: Capricorn

Moon sign: Aries

Rising sign: Capricorn

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Romantic attraction: Aromantic.

Single/taken: Taken 🥰

Mono/poly: Poly

Open/closed: Open

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Hair style:

Hair color: Dark with red and purple highlights

Eye color: Blue

Skin tone: Pale

Aesthetic: Temples and mountains

Height: 5'7

Piercings: Vertical labret, stretched ears

Tattoos: A few

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Likes: Nature, being alone, reading, art, the act of worship in almost any context

Dislikes: People that pass judgement on others without first passing judgement upon themselves

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>

Flirt: I guess?

Dm: Ask please

Note: I, as a part of this collective, am very similar to Ransom. Our speech patterns are similar, and when we front it is difficult to tell who is who, both externally AND internally. We actually just learned recently that Ransom and I are not the same part.