#and i suddenly got the urge to rant about them

[tpwk-formula1]

Figure It Out - Landoscar***

SUB! Lando Norris X SWITCH! Oscar Piastri X SWITCH! Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I write for all drivers on the grid!

Summary: After Monza tension is at an all-time high in their shared apartment.

Authors Note: I've been writing for Kinktober and have been loving it so I decided to write a kinky little piece. The urge to post my Kinktober fics early is strong but I'm holding off. THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

TW - MxM action (Hand jobs and blow jobs), face sitting, slight masturbation, squirting, slight degrading

WC - 1500+

Y/N POV

"Just shut up, Lando," Oscar finally snaps at his complaining teammate turned boyfriend.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that," Lando replied back clearly still pissed off at the whole situation.

"Lando, on the track we are drivers. The whole point is to race each other that's exactly what I did," Oscar continues to defend his bold actions.

"I get that, and I don't even care about the fucking overtake but you could have done it during one of the straights not the first fucking chicane," Lando continues ranting allowing his voice to raise more as he continues talking.

"Both of you shut the fuck up," I finally snap making both of my lovers fall silent. It was rare for me to yell especially when it came to getting in between them when they were arguing about a race.

"Lando, I understand why it's frustrating, you're fighting for a championship while also defending against Charles and Oscar I understand being frustrated over your race result but both of you guys need to work together to make sure to secure constructors. To be completely unbiased here, Oscar the overtake was risky and luckily both of you guys are amazing drivers and were able to survive but Lando is right, it might have cost you guys too much time ruining the chances of a 1-2. However, Lando that does not excuse your actions either. Both of you guys love each other and you need to remember at the end of the day you got points and a double podium," I tell them softly to fend up to keep listening to them yell at each other.

"But babe," Lando started to complain before I sent him a quick glare making him shut up without finishing his statement.

"Both of you strip and go lay on our bed," I tell them both without even looking up at them going back to the book I was reading before they started arguing. When I don't hear movement I look up to find them both staring at confusion.

"Did I stutter?" I ask again a little more firm than before. Both of them shook their head before slowly making their wait to our room where I could hear them starting to strip down. Neither of them are talking but I know for a fact they're staring at each other. Mad or not they love each other and if anyone can turn them on it's each other.

With the layout of our apartment, I can hear every little sound they're making even if they're talking in hushed whispers.

"Lando, how long is she gonna leave us here?" I hear Oscar ask making me smile softly. I knew it was only a matter of time before their anger turned into sexual frustrations. Whether they will ever admit it or not after a bad race weekend especially one pitting them against each other the only way to fix it is to fuck it out of their systems. Sometimes it involved using my body and other times it was them using each other. Those were always the best ones to watch.

"Osc, please stop touching my thigh," I can hear Lando whimper which tells me right away who will be taking the lead tonight.

"Lando, we're sitting on the edge of the bed it isn't intentional, stop being petty," Oscar snaps back slightly, clearly just as frustrated as his boyfriend.

"I need, Y/N," Lando finally whispers out. Oscar doesn't say anything in reply which has me slightly confused until I can hear the tell-tale signs of Lando being touched in some way.

"Fuck," Lando gasps out before I suddenly hear them start to make out quite aggressively.

"Osc, please," Lando begs slightly making my pussy start to throb.

"You're gonna wait to cum until our pretty girlfriend decides to stop playing games with us," Oscar whispers to Lando making me smile. In that moment I made the decision to listen to Lando continue to whine and beg.

I stand up quietly before stripping down and sitting back on the couch with my legs spread wide open. I bring my fingers down to my pussy before I start teasing myself.

"What if she doesn't come in for a while," Lando asks Oscar making me smile cause we all know damn well I'd be in there as soon as I couldn't handle the teasing anymore.

"I bet you anything, she's sitting on that couch with her hand in her panties right now listening to you beg and whine like a little whore," Oscar tells Lando making both of us gasp at his harsh words.

In all honesty, it was rare for Oscar to be the dominant one between the two but it was always a favorite of mine cause he was just a different kind of cruel than when Lando is being the dominant one.

I can hear some movement before the sound of one of them spitting.

"Please Osc," Lando whines out again which tells me Oscar has to be the one on his knees teasing Lando. I can hear the sound of Oscar's wet hand moving up and down Lando's hard cock, which has him whing and gasping at the sensation.

I know how impatient Lando can get, so I decided to put him out of his misery by getting up and making my way to our room. When I get in there I can Lando's head thrown back while Oscar is taking him down his throat.

I make my way over to Lando where I grab his face before placing my still wet fingers into his mouth making him moan at the taste of my pussy.

"Look, she's come to save you. Maybe you'll finally be allowed to cum, but of course, you're gonna have to earn it first," Oscar teased Lando, making him whine around my fingers that were still in his mouth. When I pull them out I lean down and start making out with Lando. I can taste a hint of my juices which just makes me moan into his mouth.

"How are you already soaked," I hear Oscar ask clearly having seen just how turned on I was.

"You know I like when you take control Osc," I whisper once I pull away from the heated makeout session. It doesn't take me long to feel Oscar's fingers plunge right into my dripping pussy making me let out a gasp before moaning loudly against Lando's lip.

It's not long before Lando becomes a whimpering mess which tells me that not only is Oscar fingering me he's also giving Lando a handy.

"Fuck," I whine dragging out the word clearly overwhelmed with everything around me.

It's not even two minutes later that Lando is begging Oscar again.

"Please, Oscar. I'll be good. Please," Lando is begging as much as possible while also trying to keep kissing me.

"Our pretty little slut gets to cum first," Oscar tells Lando making me whine. This has Lando reaching down just enough to start playing with my clit trying to bring me over the edge faster.

"Oscar, please," I moan out once I feel my orgasm getting close to the edge.

"Cum for us," Oscar tells me making me instantly squirt all over both of the boys. Once my orgasm has concluded I hear Oscar tell Lando to cum which has Lando instantly tensing before releasing a high pitched whine before cumming all over Oscar's hand.

"Here," Oscar says while presenting me his cum covered hand which has me instantly licking all of Lando's cum off of it. Once it is clean enough for Oscar he climbs into bed pulling me with him to sit on his face.

"Get to work," Oscar tells Lando which has him shuffling around to get on his knees and start talking Oscar into his mouth.

Once Lando has settled into a good pace Oscar starts eating me out like it's his last meal on Earth. With one hand gripped on the headboard for stability before I tangle my fingers into Oscar's freshly cut hair. I know I'm pulling at it just right when I hear Oscar gasp at the slight pain I'm causing to his scalp.

"Fuck," Oscar moans out shortly after I hear Lando gag slightly on Oscar's cock. I can tell just from the sounds Lando's making he has all of Oscar's cock down his throat right now.

"Close," Oscar gasps out before instantly going back to focusing on my clit which also brings me closer to my second orgasm.

I hear Oscar groan out against my pussy signifying that he's cumming which has me tumbling over the edge with him.

Still slightly shaking I feel Lando lightly lift me off of Oscar before bringing me into his chest for a cuddle. Something that was always a part of our aftercare routine.

"How'd you know that would work," Oscar asks chuckling a little before placing a soft kiss on my lips preventing me from answering right away.

"We've been together for over a year. I know how you guys get," I reply back making both of the boys laugh a little.

Once everything has calmed down around us we all get up before getting into the shower together which inevitably resulted in a round 2.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Yoichi Isagi's older sibling.

"Who's that?" In the middle of their gathering as this happened to be their first week off at blue lock, Chigiri was the first to notice the presence of other from afar. "Yeah, who's that? They've been looking at us ever since we got here." This time it was Bachira whom have been long aware of the other person presence ever since they have gathered in the cafe. "And they're good looking too." Eita spoke that causes everyone to look at the person they were talking about. It was a person wearing shades and a mask, so how could Eita tell they were good looking? "Who- ah. That's my older sibling." This time it was Isagi who spoke. "Who-?! What?!"

Imagine, as far as you are aware of. Your younger brother Isagi was supposed to be on that so called project, blue lock? Was it? So now that you have seen him in the midst of the crowd in the middle of your agenda. You cannot helo but to observe him in the far distance, was that really your younger brother? Come to think of it, your mother has been urging you to attend some game just a couple of days ago as well as making you come home last time. But you cannot, you are busy nowadays.

Imagine, just a couple of seconds ago you are pretty sure they were all looking at you. And now, they are all in front of you with Isagi at front leading them in tow. "It's really you kiddo." You spoke in awe once he was in front of you. "Are these your friends? That quite... a lot." With all sorts of hair color variety too causing you to sweat drop. "Well... things happened. But! These are my friends from blue lock, and this is my older sibling, Isagi (First name)." "It's a pleasure to meet my younger brother's friend." You chuckle, removing your mask as you throw your arm around Yoichi's shoulder and making a two finger salute towards his friend that have their jaw dropped. "You bastard! You never told us you have an older sibling let alone a them being a model!"

Imagine tagging along with them. Sure you were in the middle of your agenda butttt that could wait, you haven't hangout with your brother for a while now. Besides, it was fun to have them around, youths have their own ways of enjoying and it's really fun. So you tag along, paying things on their behalf as the oldest among them despite those punks being loaded as fuck. Damn, they even have the Mikage heir among them and that young model you have seen before. Still, the point is that you are the oldest, and you have taken a liking on these punks so it was your treat. Not that you played with them though, you just watch them from the side. Looking at your brother fondly with a smile on your lips.

Imagine having a smoke break, a piece of cigarette yet to be lit up on your lips as you lean against the wall on an alley when you heard a footsteps coming towards you. "You smoke?" You shake your head, finger reaching out for the cigarette on your lips before signing your brother to come closer. "Why are you outside? Aren't there more time left at the karaoke?" "Oh, I just went outside for a breather." You nod once again and silence take over the place. Suddenly you really want to smoke but held it in as you open your mouth. "So.. How's blue lock?" It was an unexpected question coming from you, at least for Isagi. You have never taken interest when it comes to such things after all. But now that you asked, his eyes sparkle unknowingly. You on the other hand listened as your brother rant about his life inside the blue lock.

Imagine in the middle of their bowling match, in the midst of fun, you receive a text message from your manager causing you to bid your goodbye to them. "Oh." You look back at them that was watching your departure. "It might be too much to ask but please take a good care of my brother." You bow before standing up straight again. "And Yoichi." Before he knew it, a card was thrown in his face. "Feel free to treat your friend and buy whatever you want, you're at home till the end of the week right? I'll come home tomorrow." You spoke looking at him. "Well then, goodbye." With a silly as salute and a wink, you turn your back at them.

Imagine, Isagi always found you intimidating. Maybe it was the age gap between the two of you or the difference in your personality but you were quite hard to get along with to be honest. But now that he think about it. "Woah, you have such cool sibling, Isagi." His friends- his team mates exclaimed, even Aiku and his team could only agree. And with a laugh, "Yeah, so cool, right?" Isagi said smiling.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[ludwig-van-gaythoven]

Cabin Fever - (Regina George x F Reader) Part 5

Fandom;

Mean Girls (2024)

Pairings:

Regina George x Reader

Summary:

The students of Northshore go on a school trip for a week in the forest. You end up getting to know the apex predator in a way you’d never seen her before.

Warnings;

Underage smoking, underage drinking, Claustrophobia, homophobia mention

Parts;

Part1// Part 2// Part 3// Part 4// Part 5// Part 6

“Why the fuck is Regina in your room? Why are you even speaking to her? Dude! Fucking answer me!”

Janis’s voice is so loud down the tiny phone speaker that it makes it buzz like an annoying little mosquito.

You scowl and resist the creeping urge to hang up, and throw your phone far far away, maybe off a cliff. You click the volume down and try and muffle the sound of Janis ranting down the speaker by shoving the receiver deep into your pocket, but it’s too late.

Regina has already left. Her bedsheets are left thrown back and crumpled, she usually fixes the blankets back to perfection so she clearly left in a hurry.

You grab your jacket with a huff and stomp outside the cabin to stand in your usual smoking spot and light a much needed cigarette before putting the phone up to you ear.

Janis is still yelling, finishing a sentence you didn’t hear the start of. Some accusation about alliances with the enemy.

“Fucking hell, Janis! It’s not that big of a deal!” You finally snap.

The phone goes silent. It’s a welcome break but you know she’ll start up again.

“Yeah sure, my best friend suddenly being pals with Regina George, not a big deal.” She snarks. “Can I just remind you, that bitch nearly ruined my life! Is that why you’re ignoring my calls? Because you’re too busy becoming plastic?”

You sigh. “It’s not like that.”

That’s true. You haven’t been morphed into some sort of Barbie doll all of a sudden just because you spent some time with Regina. To be truthful, you realise Regina isn’t really like that either. She’s a little messy, she’s flawed, but you think she’s more perfect like that. Your face softens slightly at the memory of yesterday, her mascara dripping down her cheeks with a big grin plastered on her face. She wears a fake mask to protect anyone from seeing her real personality. You get it. It’s easier to take a rejection when you haven’t really shown your true identity.

Your heart aches to defend her. To tell Janis to back off, but you can’t. She wouldn’t understand.

“Look, she got roomed with me because she got drunk with Gretchen and Karen on the first night so the teachers wanted to split them up.” You explain as calmly as you can while your blood boils beneath the surface.

“So why didn’t you think to mention this when I called last?” She snaps back. She’s caught you there.

“Because I knew you’d go all revenge-crazed and pissed off like this!” You shout back. You hear Janis scoff.

“Whatever, I don’t give a shit about Regina. She literally means nothing to me! Less than nothing, I just want to see that bitch suffer-“

“Then why can’t you stop talking about her!” As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret them.

“Fuck you, man.” She doesn’t even give you a second before hanging up.

You take a long draw of the cigarette that’s spent most of its time burning away between your fingers. You felt guilty about arguing with Janis, she’d been your best friend since the start of high school, and you could still see the pain that Regina had caused was still playing on her. You didn’t know the full details but you knew that Regina had outed her in a cruel way and made her out to be obsessed just so she could be with a boy. But that was a while ago, people can change.

So why hadn’t you been able to tell her that you liked girls when she hinted at it? You couldn’t even trust her fully.

You couldn’t help your mind wandering to where Regina might be. That seems to be all you can think about recently. Regina. You never fell for her Queen Bee attitude, high school drama was boring to you, you’d rather steer clear of it. But this new, playful, carefree side to her? You couldn’t get enough of.

She’s probably snuck off to meet Gretchen and Karen. You were surprised that she’d actually followed rules for once and not gone to meet them yet. Was it because you had been there with her instead? She said last night that she had enjoyed hanging out with you.

How much of the phone call had she heard before she left?

You light another cigarette. It’s not like you to chain smoke like this but you can’t help it when you’re stressed. The smoke whirls out in front of you, lines of wispy grey entangle and then disappear in-front of your eyes.

You head back inside the cabin when you’re done. Regina still isn’t back.

You lift your bedsheets ready to try unsuccessfully to get some sort of rest and find tiny pieces of paper, shredded on your mattress. It’s the drawing Regina took.

She clearly heard more than she was meant to.

You brush it onto the floor, not bothering to collect the tiny scraps, that felt more like little broken pieces of your soul.

When you finally close your eyes you’re back in the clearing. This time you don’t feel afraid and you automatically start scanning the shadows between the trees. A pair of blue eyes catch yours, as usual, but as soon as you take a step forward,the big cat slinks back into the shadows and disappears.

When you wake up, Regina still isn’t back. Your stomach sinks. She probably won’t want to speak to you ever again, you won’t even get a chance to explain.

You know you have to be up and ready in 20 minutes but you don’t want to get out of bed, or risk bumping into Regina.

It’s pretty hot outside and you’re not sure what the activity will be today so you put on a black tank and some loose khaki trousers. Regina must have been back when you were asleep because her bed is made and her cupboard door is left open.

When you go over to the campfire pit, she is already there. She’s standing around with the usual two girls but she’s also next to Shane Oman.

That makes you nauseous. He’s grinning and so obviously checking Regina out.

She starts running her hand up and down his bicep and over his chest, giggling and leaning into him. He’s loving it and has a hand around her waist. You turn around so you don’t have to look at whatever show they’re putting on.

It feels like she’s doing it just to spite you.

Seeing her that close to him makes your stomach knot with jealousy, it shouldn’t, it’s not like you’re together.

“Okay everyone listen up! Today and tomorrow are the last days of camp, so you will be hiking and setting up your own camp for tonight. This will combine all of the skills you have learnt this week!” There’s a dull chatter of excitement as maps are passed around and people start getting into groups.

You secretly hoped you’d be paired in cabin groups so Regina might actually hear you out and stop being so pissed off. It would get her away from Shane too.

Much to your annoyance, you’re told you have to pair up with Regina, Gretchen, Karen and Shane because apparently it’s unsafe to go alone.

You’d actually rather be eaten by a bear.

Each group is given a tent, you’re given two, the teachers tell you Shane has to stay in one separately but you know that won’t happen. You’re hoping you can just keep that tent for yourself. You’re also given other supplies like cooking utensils, scissors, a mallet, rope etc.

Shane offers to carry both tents in a pitiful attempt to seem strong and manly. Regina plays straight into it and makes a big deal out of grabbing Shane’s hand and feeling his arms.

It makes you roll your eyes. You’re sure you see the corners of Regina’s lips curve in a smirk.

You end up carrying one of the tents anyway, it’s pretty heavy but at least it gives you an excuse to stay at the back of the group, it’s not like you’ll have anything to talk to them about.

Regina walks in-front of you with Karen and Gretchen on one side, and Shane on the other. You’re pretty sure everyone has forgotten your existence, apart from Regina perhaps.

She’s wearing a black crop top and baby pink mini skirt, it makes being behind the group kind of worth it.

After about 2 hours you get to a dead end, there’s a large rock ledge with a few crude dips for you to put your hands and feet to climb up. There are thick shrubs either side to stop anyone going around. This must be what they meant by testing the skills you’d learnt.

Regina goes up first, Shane is standing almost directly underneath her and is grinning to himself. It makes your stomach turn. She climbs up easily, and stands with her arms folded impatiently when she gets to the top.

Shane goes up next, again making a big deal of being so manly, he practically jumps from one step to re other up the ledge. It makes you cringe. He looks more like an ape.

Regina catches your expression and as soon as he’s up she’s all over him again. Is this some sort of punishment? But why would she be trying to make you jealous that way?

You go up last. It’s not too high so you’re not really afraid.

“Don’t fall, loser.” Regina spits and the whole group burst out laughing.

It stings but you ignore it and carry on walking behind them once you reach the top. Whatever she’s trying to do, to get under your skin, to piss you off, you’re not going to give her the satisfaction.

You notice Shane’s hand sneak down from her waist towards her ass and Regina visibly stiffens and moves away slightly.

Soon enough you come to a small opening in the rocks, must be the second challenge. Even from behind you see Regina tense up. It’s just a narrow crawl space that likely pops out quickly on the other side. There’s a wall of rock that seems impossible to climb that looks to go on for a while either side.

Shane goes through first, followed by Gretchen and Karen.

“I’m not fucking doing that.” Regina huffs once it’s just the two of you, raising her hands. “I’ll walk around.”

“It looks like you’ll be walking for a while.” You try and reason, but she’s already started walking.

“I’ll come with you.” You’re not sure why you offer. The suns setting slightly and you don’t like the idea of Regina going alone. Even if it is just a few minutes to walk around the obstacle.

You follow behind in silence as she walks along the rock wall, thinking about all the things you wish you could say. I’m sorry about what Janis said, I don’t agree with her. I like hanging out with you, I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out.

You want to reach out and take her hand like she was doing with Shane, especially since now you know how soft she is.

You want to gently cup her face and kiss her, feel her soft lips and be intoxicated by her warm vanilla scent. You want to ask her on a date, maybe go to the movies, take her for a nice dinner, kiss her on the front porch.

All the things she’s probably done, or will do with Shane.

It feels like you’re walking for ages, it’s quite a lot darker than when you started. Regina keeps a quick pace ahead of you. Her face fixed in a permanent scowl.

You finally turn the corner and see the entrance to the small cave.

Nobody is there, they’ve left. How long did it even take you to walk round anyway?

“What the FUCK.” She screams. It’s so loud you swear you see birds scattering off their branches. “What bitches!”

She growls and flops down, sitting on a fallen tree trunk. You can see a glimmer of hurt and confusion in her eyes.

“It’s getting dark. We have one of the tents , we should set up some kind of camp.” You say, dropping the tent bag on the floor.

“Whatever. I’m not helping though.” She huffs. You don’t bother arguing, you can tell she’s hurt and you don’t want to make things worse.

You unzip the tent bag and start pulling out poles. There are no instructions and all of the poles look identical. You start arranging them in a way that sort of resembles a tent, you bend the long metal pole and try to force it into a fabric sleeve of the tent material, you think it’s secure and let go but it pings back up with such a force that the whole structure jumps. You leap back, the metal projectile misses your face by millimetres.

Regina’s watching you with an amused expression. It makes you blush. At least she’s in a better mood.

After about an hour of wrestling with tent fabric and poles, you’ve made a structure. You’re not sure if you can call it a tent, or if it’ll stay up but it provides some cover.

As night draws close it gets significantly colder so you collect some wood and dry grass for a small fire. Luckily you always carry your lighter so it was simple enough to start. Both you and Regina sit opposite sides of the fire, on the floor, the smoke isn’t as thick as the silence between you.

You dig around in your bag, hoping that maybe you packed some supplies from the bag the teachers gave you. The others must have most of the food and cooking equipment.

You did pack one thing

Marshmallows.

You hold the bag up to Regina who giggles and finds two thin sticks for you to roast them on over the fire. Neither of you speak still as you hold the stick, turning it every now and then.

You remember one other thing you packed secretly in your bag, you rifle through again and pull out a small hip flask of vodka and take a swig. With no mixer, the liquid burns all the way down to your stomach, you offer it to Regina who grimaces but takes the flask.

You sit for a while, toasting Marshmallows and passing the hip flask back and forth before one of you is buzzed enough to speak.

“You and Shane make a good couple.” You’re not sure why you even say it, you don’t think that at all. Regina seems tense around him and you’re pretty sure he’s only after one thing.

“I know.” She responds flatly. It’s unconvincing.

You swallow another dreadful mouthful of vodka. It feels like willingly swallowing paint thinner.

“Why did you screw over Janis?”

Her brows furrow, she reaches for the flask and takes a drink. That was definitely the wrong thing to say but the vodka makes words tumble out before your brain has a chance to screen them.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I guess you think I’m a bad person.” She doesn’t meet your gaze and her tone sounds defeated and a little ashamed.

“ I don’t.” You say quickly. “You must have had a reason.”

“Yeah… I did.” She sighs.

You decide not to push it any further.

“Are you looking forward to camp being over?” You decide to try and divert the conversation.

“Not really, there’s not as much pressure here to perform. I don’t like being a bitch you know, it’s just school, it’s survival of the fittest.” She starts “Out here I feel free. I actually miss middle school, I wish I never went to that party, or kissed Janis. I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m fake, nobody treats me like an actual person.”

She looks up at the night sky, a small tear running down her cheek, catching the moonlight which makes it look like a diamond.

“Being with you has felt free.”

Your heart skips a beat. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol but you get the courage to go and sit next to her. You gently put your arm around her shoulders and she relaxes into you.

You fit together like a puzzle.

You look up and scan the stars with your eyes and find what you’re looking for. You point up to 3 stars in a row.

“There’s Orion’s Belt. Those 3 stars are several times bigger than the sun, and they burn tens of thousands of times brighter.”

Her gaze falls to where you’re pointing.

“It kind of reminds me of you, Karen and Gretchen.” Regina laughs at this. “You shine brighter than anyone else at the school. I know what you mean about just trying to survive, just try not to burn so bright you burn out. You’re perfect enough as you are.”

She sighs, her hand is on your lap now and you struggle to concentrate on the stars.

“And that one sort of looks like a lion” You point up again, Orion’s Belt is the only one you recognise. Luckily this makes her giggle more.

She lifts her head at the same time you turn. She’s so close you can see the stars reflecting in her eyes. In this moment you realise you have two options.

A look of hesitation crosses her face and she starts to pull away.

You make a sudden, probably stupid decision.

As soon as your lips meet you see stars explode behind your eyelids. Her lips are just as soft as you imagined, it takes a second before she’s kissing you back. Her hands reach up and tangle in your hair. It’s gentle and rough all at the same

You pull away. “ I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t-“

She cuts you off with another quick, soft kiss.

“I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” She says, standing and walking over to the tent which is shockingly still standing.

You’re left, sitting on the ground next to the now dwindling fire, kept warm by the redness in your cheeks. You pull out a cigarette and light it on the smouldering fire.

The star lion in the sky beams down at you.

[mavrintarou]

Lord Gojo Satoru [2]

Fare warning, this is straight up just filthy smut. Gojo is just daddy...

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff & smut, Gojo is going to make your panties wet.

Part one Part three

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Satoru knew he was shameless.

He knew once he had a taste of his Y/n, his control would collapse to his urges and pleasure.

He had to make his wedding date sooner than later because he promised Y/n, that after that first night, he would not touch her again until their wedding night as a married couple. With the snap of his fingers, Satoru was able to make his wedding ceremony take place the following week.

It has been two months since Y/n officially became Lady Gojo. Satoru insisted on having a lavish wedding ceremony for the entire country to know he had married his first love.

The moment Satoru finally got alone time with his wife, he didn’t waste a second to strip her. He was going mad the days before his wedding, keeping himself locked in his office and occupied. He had even left the Gojo compound to restrain himself the days before, almost caving into his last remaining sanity.

“Gojo Satoru,” Y/n murmured breathlessly from a heated kiss, “from here on you are forbidden from leaving my side for more than twelve hours…”

Satoru came to realize that he wasn’t the only one losing his mind. Y/n maintained her composure far more effectively than he did, but she, too, was reaching her breaking point.

The corner of his lips curved upward into a grin, hearing her demand. “I’ll do even better, I won’t ever be away from you for no more than two hours.”

Satoru erupted into laughter at her expression, a blend of surprise and horror.

“You’re kidding, right?” Y/n laughed.

She learned soon enough that he was true to his words.

. .

Y/n didn’t think she would ever get used to her new role. Just when she thought she could get away with lifting her plate, she would be scolded. Any attempts to assist, she would quickly be reminded to leave it to the servants to handle it.

Staring out the window, Y/n sighed softly. Breathing in the fresh cool morning air, she tightened her haori as a sudden breeze sent chills down her arms.

This was the first morning she woke up alone. Satoru’s spot beside her was empty and cold. She is suddenly reminded the night before of him informing her that he will have to leave early in the morning for a meeting and will be back in the afternoon.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly. Just seconds ago, they’d just climaxed together yet he was looking down at her with an expression couldn’t decipher.

As if caught red-handed, Satoru quickly changed his expression and smiled down at her before kissing her quickly. He sat up and released his hold on her legs. As usual, he would massage her thighs and then her calves with his large hands.

Satoru was firm on their love-making positions, strictly only with Y/n on her back. He did not want to strain her leg, hurting her in any way.

Y/n was no expert in lovemaking but she was not a fool. She has heard of the many positions of coupling. She had tried to voice herself but would only lose her words when Satoru distracts her with his mouth and before she knew it, she would be on her back and at his mercy.

After giving her legs a thorough massage, he would massage her belly. Rubbing his thumbs in an upward motion. His theory, with a mischievous grin, is that it would help his seed flow upward to her womb and take its place.

“I have to go to a dumb meeting in the morning. I’ll be gone before the sun can rise,” his thumbs would trace over her protruding hip bones. “You need to eat more, my love.”

“It is not dumb meetings, S’Toru. They are important and you have to be kind to them.” Every time he would return from a meeting, he would rant about how pointless and stupid those meetings and discussions were. “And all I do every day is eat, I have gained weight, can’t you tell when you carry me?”

He shook his head, “you’re still light as a feather in my arms. I can carry you with one arm, that’s how light you are.” Slowly, he lifted her right leg, and pressed a kiss to her scar before maneuvering her to her side, all while he was still lodged inside her. He laid behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I have something to show you tomorrow, therefore I had to push this meeting earlier so I can make it back in time.” He nuzzled the back of her head, breathing in the scent of hers, or the shampoo she uses. His lips trail to her earlobe and with a teasing tone, “so don’t be alarmed if you wake up alone and feel empty…”

His laugh mixed with her loud gasp, and he tightened his arms around her, locking her in place as she tried to escape from him.

Satoru knew she enjoyed being plugged by his cock through the night. It has become a routine. When he would withdraw in the morning, he would wait to hear her soft gasp of feeling empty and then followed by watching his cum seep from her pussy.

Even if what he said was true, Y/n turned to bury her face into her pillow, embarrassed to the highest capacity.

All the squirming and squeezing had him groaning seconds later, “stop, stop, stop… you’re making me hard again…”

“My Lady! Lady Gojo!”

Y/n’s attention snaps back to reality as she gazes at her frantic maid, who enters the room with wide, alert eyes. “What happened? Is something wrong?”

. .

Satoru expressed his irritation and impatience by clicking his tongue. The carriage he was traveling in moved at its maximum speed, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that opting for a horse would have been a quicker way to get home.

He received the unexpected news just when he wrapped up the meeting.

Racine, his private man, appeared before him. Satoru maintained his composure, and demanded, “what is it?”

Racine cut straight to the point, informing that a basket appeared before the main gates, and inside was a baby. They do not know who is responsible for leaving the baby and are searching.

“He has… same eyes as yours, color-wise.”

“I don’t give a damn about what color his eyes are? Is Y/n… is she –” Satoru choked on his words as his mind began to panic.

“Yes, my Lady was the only one who could calm the child.”

Cursing under his breath for the nth time, he groaned. He felt a disconcerting sensation, prompting him to order an increased security surveillance during his absence.

However, a perplexing basket containing a child managed to evade detection and reach the gates.

All that was on his mind was Y/n.

He was determined to prevent any misunderstanding, ensuring she didn’t entertain the idea, even briefly, that the child could be his. He will move heaven and hell to prove his innocence that she is the only woman he has ever made love to.  

And she is the only woman he wants and needs children with.

Y/n will be the only woman who will receive his seed and bear their children.

Satoru let out a frustrated groan, of all times, he had to have an erection. It was all just from thinking about Y/n, pregnant, with his child.

It was a conversation he had been putting off for a while. He was selfish, not even asking for permission if having a child was something Y/n wanted.

Yet, he had been creaming her womb with his seed day and night.

But Satoru couldn’t push the tiny concern that had been lingering in the back of his head the last couple of weeks. It is going on to three months of being married, yet there were no signs of Y/n with child.

He was a coward and did not have the heart to ask her to see his physician. He kept an eye on her monthly cycle, noticing she had not had one since he brought her home. His physician assured him that not every woman’s cycle comes monthly, though it should, not all women share the same pattern and when the time comes, he will thoroughly evaluate Lady Gojo.

Angry and frustrated, Satoru tugged his hakama pants down enough to pull his cock free. Much to his physique, his cock was long, he never realized how long it was until making love to his sweet wife. When she struggled at first to take his whole cock.

“Ah…” he groaned, shifting himself into a comfortable position before fisting his cock with his right hand. Slowly stroking it, he imagined Y/n’s pussy wrapped around it.

Imagined Y/n above him, riding him. Her hips rolled slowly, teasing and driving him insane, yet he would be at her mercy. He would gladly be at her mercy at any time.

He wasn’t blind to Y/n’s latest advance to switch up their coupling. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her being assertive, wanting to take charge.

Satoru would never deny her, but he would deny her of hurting herself, straining herself to give him pleasure. She didn’t need to, he would gladly give her pleasure, give them both pleasure. She just needed to allow him to take care of her. She didn’t owe him anything.

His hips began moving up and down as if thrusting into her. He tightens his hand around his cock, trying his best to imagine how tight she felt.

Sitting up quickly, he groaned deeply as the tip of his cock shot out creamy white fluids across the carriage.

. .

Y/n stared at the sleeping infant in her arms. She had to be about five months old.

She remembers hurrying as fast as she could towards the crowd of servants. She didn’t need to see to know what they were surrounding. She can hear the cries of a baby.

Y/n finally caught sight of what her maid and servants were looking at.

A basket with a baby inside.

It stared back at her with the same eyes as Satoru.

Instantly, the baby stopped crying once it saw Y/n.

“He is so cute!” a voice cooed.

“Are you sure it’s a boy?” another voice countered.

Y/n finally snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat, “please, hand me the baby.” She handed her cane to Sumiko and carefully accepted the wrapped bundle that looked utterly confused and scared. “Hi baby,” she cooed, “what – how did… whose baby is this?”

Everyone looked just as confused as she was.

“Lord Gojo is on his way,” Sumiko informed, “a messenger was sent to him.”

Y/n nodded, “everyone, please continue your work.” She looked at Sumiko, “let us go to the living room and wait for Satoru.”

It was thirty minutes later when she knew Satoru had arrived.

“Please, tell him to come in quietly,” Y/n whispered to Sumiko.

Nodding her head, she disappeared for a second before returning behind Satoru.

“Leave us,” he ordered Sumiko, “take… this baby too.”

Sumiko hurried and gently took the baby from Y/n and exited the room.

 “Y/n.”

Y/n smiled at her husband who appeared a bit disheveled with tousled hair and a slightly unkempt outfit. “What is it, my love?”

The sound of her sweet voice had the power to dispel his anxiety completely. Crossing the room, he knelt in front of her, resting his head on her lap.

Y/n threaded her fingers through his hair, brushing it, and waited patiently for him to be ready to speak to her.

“What was it?” Y/n asked when she heard him mumble incoherently. She lifted his head, cupping his cheeks, “what did you say?”

“I love you.”

She rubbed his cheekbones, “I love you too.” She paused, “tell me, what is bothering you?”

“It is not my child,” he exclaimed, his eyes tightening with apprehension, exposing the internal conflict of anxiety and fear.  

Y/n was taken aback by his sudden outburst. Immediately, she needed to calm her frantic husband. “Satoru,” she called his name softly, “I did not believe for a second that she is your child.”

“She?”

Y/n nodded, “the baby is a girl.”

He frowned, Racine said it was a boy. He shook his head, that was the least of his worries. “It is not my child though,” he repeated, “I have ordered a search on the mother of this child or whoever dared drop her at the gates.”

Y/n wiped the wrinkles on his forehead away. “She is innocent, Satoru.”

He leaned into her palm, “how – how can you be so… calm? Are you not… do you not have any questions for me?”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t have any reason to act up? I’m just as confused as you and everyone else is.” She patted the spot beside her, “sit up here.”

Like an obedient child, he got off the ground and sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap. He pulled her close, feeling relaxed as her head rested against his chest. “Whatever question you may have, ask… any questions…”

She lifted her head and the expression she had sped up his heart. “Can we keep her for the time being?”

Satoru sighed softly, he could never say no to her. “Yes, she can stay for the time being.”

Her face lit up excitedly, and he was thrown off when her arms wrapped around his neck. She kissed his cheek, thanking him.

Taking a deep breath, he found the courage to ask, “do you want… a baby?”

Y/n pulled away to look into his beautiful eyes. “I do, is that not what you have been trying to achieve?”

He reached to brush her loose strands of hair aside. “I want a baby with you, many babies if possible but I will take as many as we are blessed with.” His eyes connected with hers, “I have been selfish and did not ask for your permission to see if you will be all right to carry and birth my children?”

Y/n closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them, and she smiled. “I allow you… and give you permission, my Gojo Satoru, to be selfish and take all you want from me. I, as your wife, will give you all that I can give, so please take it.” She cupped his cheek, “as long as you allow and give me permission to do the same in return.”

“Yes, in a heartbeat. Be selfish with me, take, take, take… take everything from me. My life is yours.” He nuzzled into her palm, “be greedy with me, you only have to ask and I will give… I will give you everything you ask for, my love.”

Satoru’s eyes snapped open when he heard her giggle and slowly found her eyes. She shifted in his lap and he groaned when he felt her press against his crotch. “Then, will you let me ride you right now?” She rocked her hips, back and forth. “Please, Satoru…”

“Your – you’re leg…” he protest, grunting as his cock is straining against its confinement.

“My leg is fine… I promise… I’m not hurting at all…” she trailed her lips down his neck, nipping against his pulse.

He was not used to this side of her. She is doing everything he has done to her…

He reached to undo her kimono, pushing off the many layers until she was finally naked, “ride me as you wish.”

Her hand squeezed his, “let – let’s go to our room…”

“I can’t wait now,” he reached for her hand and rested it on his hard bulge. “You did this, exciting me like this…”

Her hand tugged his strap holding his hakama pants before reaching inside to wrap her small hand around his cock. He didn’t need to look down to know the tip of his cock was oozing cum.

With his help, she aligned herself over his cock and settle down. She let out a series of moans and whimpers. “Wait – wait a second…” He felt deeper in this position.

“As long as you need,” Satoru assured, his voice wavering. His nails dug into his thigh to prevent him from flipping her over and taking over.

“Ahh…” he choked when Y/n began bouncing a little on his lap. She gradually increased her moment, her tits bouncing along. “Fuck… yes… this is… this is amazing…”

“To – touch me… touch me too,” Y/n begged, reaching for his hands. She placed one on her chest and one by her clit. “Only you…” Her eyes rolled back when his thumb found her puffy clit, rolling it with pressure. “Yes!...”

While one hand massaged her tit, his mouth found her other side, suckling her rosy, red nipple. He imagined how large her tits would be when she would be pregnant, filled with milk.

Stimulated in various ways, it didn’t take long before Y/n reached her climax with Satoru following shortly.

“Ah… I – I feel like I’m leaking…” looking between their bodies, Satoru’s lap is smeared with their cum that has spilled. The adrenaline rush she felt was much different from their soft lovemaking. “I… I think I like this…”

“Like what?” Satoru asked confused.

“Riding you.”

. . .

E/n: he has turned her into a monster lol

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[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Steve had a hesitant friendship blooming with Chrissy Cunningham. She was kind and loved being around the kids, even though they were brats most of the time. And it helped that she took any excuse to stand Jason Carver up.

She sat in his passenger seat, Dustin in the back with his head down in a notebook. Something about an impossible equation.

“He’s changed this year,” she continued on about her ex-boyfriend. “He’s turned into this bully that needs everyone’s attention!” She tried to sound annoyed, but he knew she felt a lot more about Carver’s rise to fame than she let on.

He sighed when she continued to frown at her hands in her lap.

“You have to forget about him, Chris,” he turned into the school. “Go out and spend some time with someone outside of that clique of yours,” he smiled back at her pinched expression.

She suddenly perked up, he could almost see the lightbulb above her ponytail.

“What about you?”

Steve looked up from where he’d been focusing on fixing his hair in the mirror, “What?” his voice raised an octave.

Chrissy nodded to herself, long past an actual response from Steve, “The movies,” she decided quickly. “That Beverly Hills Cop sequel just came out, you like that stuff, right?”

He stuttered as she gathered her things and opened the car door, “Y-Yeah?”

“Great!” she grinned at him from outside and waved before shutting the door and merging into the sea of high schoolers.

Dustin groaned behind him and Steve felt his eyes zip up to check on the kid.

“What are you doing?”

-

Chrissy was dressed in her usual skirt and polo combo that she always wore outside of school events. She wasn’t dressed to impress, and that made Steve feel about 90% more comfortable as she practically jumped into his car.

She was a little shaky, but he bit his tongue about it when she turned the radio on and turned the southern drawl of George Strait up.

So, he politely drove them the thirty minute drive in silence.

And when they arrived, she seemed to have lost all ambition. When some girls he knew had been giving her a hard time about dumping the douche that’s called her his girlfriend, were staring at them as they walked up to the theater. Their gossip hungry eyes trained on the awkward distance they had.

For a regular couple going to the movies anyway, as far as he knew, he and Chris were perfectly fine with personal space.

But, he offered her his arm and she gratefully took it.

He ordered their tickets for them and let her pick the snacks. Let the girl behind the counter give them falsely knowing glances as she buttered their popcorn.

He fought off the urge to roll his eyes at them all as Chrissy pulled at a string on his jacket and kept her eyes trained on her Mary Jane shoes.

He got them in the theater, through the movie, and Chrissy back home before nine.

And he actually had a pretty good time. Which, he told her.

She smiled that crooked grin of hers, “I did too,” she said like she hadn’t expected to. “I thought I’d be too scared to actually do something different.”

He handed her one of the movie stubs, “Here.” He laughed lightly at her confusion. “It’s to remember that you have a life outside of high school politics.”

She laughed with him and delicately pressed the piece of paper to her chest, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

-

He and Chrissy hung out more often, so much so that it was messing with his schedule with Robin.

“I don’t see what’s so special about her,” she complained from her spot behind the counter.

He’d been going through the return bin before she’d kicked him out and began stress working while she ranted about how he’d been neglecting their relationship.

“She needs a friend, Rob,” he tried explaining for the hundredth time. “And she’s a good person, I think you’d really like her if you gave her a chance,” he added the last bit with a lilt to his tone.

She gave him an unimpressed response, “She’s a cheerleader and I eat my lunch by sneaking into the library. We have nothing alike.” She paused and then looked him up and down, judging. “You on the other hand….”

Steve crossed his arms and glared at his supposed best friend.

“Uh-oh,” an easily recognizable voice broke their focus, “There seems to be trouble in paradise!”

Billy Hargrove wobbled his way in on his cane and leaned himself against Steve and the counter in front of them.

Robin huffed out a nasty laugh, “Steve’s got himself a girlfriend, and has left me out like chopped liver.”

He rolled his eyes, but grew confused at Billy’s angry expression.

He side eyes Steve and quietly asked, “Girlfriend?” like the word itself was an accusation.

He shook his head in quick disagreement, already feeling safer by the way Billy’s upset demeanor deflated.

“Chrissy is my friend. I told Rob that I’ve sworn off any new relationships.”

“Ah,” Billy’s walls pulled themselves back up. But, he didn’t pull away, so that was a plus.

Robin watched them, an odd and understanding aura to her gaze, “Steve doesn’t like girls anymore.”

Steve made an assortment of mortified noises as Billy cackled at his side.

“That is not what’s happening,” he defended himself, rather lamely. Robin tilted her head at him like he was lying, and Billy ruffled his hair, causing Steve’s usually tamed hair to fly everywhere.

Billy’s hand left his head when he looked at him, the other’s mouth opened slightly as he stared at the mess he’d made. Robin rolled her eyes and ignored them, returning to the cart of tapes.

Steve blinked back at Billy, not quite ready to get back to work himself.

“Not that into girls….” Billy trailed off when Steve tucked the hairs that were tickling his cheeks behind his ears.

Just when Steve was about to say something to defend his lackluster love life he’d probably regret, Billy’s watch began beeping. Obnoxiously.

“Shit,” Billy pressed a button and gave one more lingering stare at Steve’s face before leaving their joined space. “I have to go pick up Max from school,” he explained.

Steve smiled and nodded as Billy unwrapped his arm around his shoulders and took his leave with an awkward nod goodbye.

“You’re so far gone,” Robin finally snorted when the door finally shut.

“What the Hell, Rob?”

-

Chrissy was the last person to arrive at game night.

The Henderson’s dinner table was the busiest it had ever been, and Mrs. Henderson was having the time of her life hosting.

“Steve!” She called just as he was shutting the door behind his friend. She rounded the corner and cooed at the new addition of another girl. She hugged Chrissy and patted her cheek as she looked her over. “Oh, aren’t you pretty,” she sweetly complimented. “You really know how to find the right people, Steve,” she giggled to herself and left them alone. Apparently deeming Chrissy appropriate for their traditions.

He shook his head when Chrissy looked at him in complete confusion, sending her into a fit of shocked laughter.

“I love it here,” she whispered, mostly to herself, and made her way further into the house. He followed behind her, amused by her unfamiliar hesitation.

Lucas noticed them first, desperately finding an excuse to get out of his spot between a loudly feuding Max and Mike.

“Hey, Chrissy!” he jogged over to them after squeezing out. She relaxed noticeably, finding something familiar in the kid. “Welcome to Hell,” he joked as Max hit Mike upside the head behind him. She jumped at the outraged yell Mike directed at his assaulter.

“Glad to be here,” she replied, albeit a little faint on the genuine tone.

Steve caught Billy’s fleeting eye from across the room, and turned to Chrissy to part ways. But, she was already looking at him, and not in a confident way.

“What’s wrong?”

“Could you introduce me to her?” she pointed over at Robin. And he smirked as he watched Robin catch their gazes and turn bright pink.

“Absolutely,” he offered his arm.

[vanserrasswife]

Distracted?

Cassian x Reader

I smiled as I nodded along to Feyre, she had been telling me about her and Rhysand’s recent trip to the Summer Court, before I had gotten distracted. We had been lounging around outside, I was reading when Feyre had come to join me, enjoying Nesta’s latest recommendation. That was before my handsome mate and his brothers had decided to come and train outside- so they could still speak to us, we were told.

I watched as Cassian quickly stripped of his shirt, throwing it off to the side, and suddenly Feyre’s trip didn't seem so interesting. Sweat gleamed off of his abdomen in the afternoon sunlight. I had to resist the urge to walk up to him and run my tongue all over him, here, in front of everyone. 

Whilst I was busy distracted,Feyre had launched into a rant about how the Summer  Court weather, how it was so nice and the heat was more bearable than the night courts. When she stopped talking suddenly I turned to look at her, “Fey? You ok?” She smirked in response, raising her eyebrows and nodding her head, signalling me to turn back around.

I turn my head back around and my head almost smacks straight into a tanned, toned abdomen. The tanned, toned abdomen I had just been drooling over, and apparently caught drooling over, if the look on my mate’s face was anything to go by. I can feel the red, hot blush creeping its way to my cheeks. 

“Hey angel.” He plops himself down on the ground next to my chair, resting his head on my thigh. I hear Feyre giggling, and the look Rhysand sends her lets me know that they’re speaking about me and Cassian. I quickly stick my  middle finger up at Feyre before moving my hand’s down to play with Cassian’s hair. 

“Hey, Cassie. I thought you were training?” He tilts his head up at me, “They got bored of me beating them, sweets. We had to stop before poor Rhys threw a tantrum.” I giggle and lean down to press a chaste kiss to Cassian’s forehead.

[sun-stricken]

i love gray's friendships with female characters, at least through tenrou arc! like that he's at once the "cool guy," sweet underneath, kinda flirty, and embarrasses a little easily - it's very easy to come up with HCs for his female friendships and you can't often say that about the cool rival guys(TM) in anime!

like for cana - -they're were the OG kids in the guild and i like the idea that cana felt like she could complain about boy troubles to gray -they were also friends with benefits at some point 👀 they broke it off very amicably and cana still rants to him about "girl stuff." he always finds it boring when she starts but eventually he gets invested and starts ranting with her, by this point mira also joins in on their gossiping <3

for erza - -she was definitely his first crush/love around his own age and one of the reasons he responded so strongly when he saw her crying alone, was because he was reminded of when ur used to do the same thing since she lost ultear (like the flashbacks in tenrou island arc of her sobbing while clutching ultear's old baby clothes). except back then, he didn't know how to help and just pretended he never saw anything, and it's one of his biggest regrets. so he decided to do something about erza even if he was really clumsy at it. -eventually he learned ice-making and wielding all those weapons because he asked erza to help teach him (even if he had to swallow his pride to do it). at first it's just between them but eventually a lot of the guild gets invested and watches their sparring sessions - levy helps him find books about specific swordplay techniques based on erza's recommendations -once, erza criticizes his fighting style and says she can read every move because he keeps playing it safe and is constantly on the defensive; she urges him to be more spontaneous and unpredictable because that kind of creativity is well-suited for maker mages. so during the fight, she's got him pinned (as usual) and the guild thinks it's over until, on a whim, he suddenly kisses her... and in erza's shock he manages to unpin himself and hold his own ice dagger at her throat instead. the guild's holding their breath and thinks erza's gonna beat him up LMAO, and gray also immediately tries to apologize and grovel, but erza simply brushes it off and says he was the smarter fighter that time, so he won fair and square. they both don't know that it was the other's first kiss 👀 -to thank erza for training him, gray gifted her those diamond-knife earrings (i figured bc he also wears that cross necklace and occasionally earrings...) - he's not really sure if she even likes them because she didn't show too much interest in jewelry/makeup/anything that isn't strictly practical, but to this day, he's never seen her take them off -erza made him quit smoking lmao, he used to be smoking buddies with mira until they both quit. he still doesn't do it but sometimes at a town event or similar occasion, he might indulge in a cig or two - nothing more. but he never does it in front of erza -gray standing up to erza in galuna island arc is like a guild legend now. people always bring it up when they introduce him to a newcomer; gray feels kinda embarrassed and uncomfortable by it and tries to apologize to erza about it, but she says she doesn't mind at all and he taught her a valuable lesson that day

for lucy - -sometimes he sits in on her and levy's discussions about the short stories she's writing and her eventual novel. he doesn't really throw out too many ideas, he just prefers to listen because he's reminded of the tales of adventure that ur used to tell him and lyon after dinner. sometimes lucy asks him about his home country and stuff so she can write short informational articles about it in sorcerer weekly, and he's happy to reminisce. -he really does find lucy's apartment comfortable because it has multiple thermostats. lucy always keeps the laundry area a little cooler just for gray whenever he drops by, since she knows he likes sitting there

for ultear - -it's a little hard to look her in the eyes sometimes because she resembles ur so much, but gray always appreciates her presence. sometimes ultear asks him to talk about little things about her mother, like her favorite foods or a story about her, and gray's always happy to indulge. lyon joins in too when he can! -once lyon hit on her in front of gray much to the latter's complete mortification, but ultear just burst out laughing and lyon turned brick red (there's an unspoken plea from lyon to never bring that incident up, but gray's just waiting for the chance to use it against him) -he always feels a little jolt in his chest when there's something ultear subconsciously does that's just like ur - they both put their hands on their hips the same way when they're pleased, she dots her "i's" with big circles like ur did, and they have similar tastes in food. gray doesn't know whether to feel pleased or pained -ultear thinks gray's stripping habit is endearing -ur was kinda gray's first puppy crush in the early says of being her student (before she became like a mother to him), and sometimes he wonders if he might end up feelings similarly about ultear if they spent more time together -ultear gave him a very rudimentary communication lacrima where you can tell the other person's mood/general state of mind if you let a little of your magic flow into it. sometimes gray uses it at night to see if she and crime sorciere are doing okay <3

i love exploring Grays relationship with others so much, also this is so long and as much as i love it i cant think of things to add on to it

but this absolutely needs to be shown to the world and praised bc holy shit this great and im definitely stealing at least 90% of these

[midgardian-witch]

the lyrics of lilies by ethel cain are so moon boys im gonna die

After almost a month I finally got around to your ask(s), anon! I listend to the song and read through the lyrics (because I didn't know that song before) and I have to agree. It's very moon boys flavored 👀

So here we go: a little drabble inspired by that song. I have never done a songfic or something soley inspired by a song before so this was a new experience. I did have fun tho 😄

This is also not a linear story in any way, shape or form. This is really more vibes than anything else. Also almost kind of poetry-like in a way? 🤔 Idk but i kinda like the style for this.

A Wondrous Thing

tags: friends to lovers (hinted) | established relationship (hinted) | angst-y fluff | mentions of blood | gn!reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader, Marc Spector/Reader, Jake Lockley/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

It's the way you smile. 

Steven loves the way the whole room seems to suddenly look brighter, how he feels warmer, how every sound rings sweeter when you smile at him. 

The way you tilt your head encouragingly when he catches himself in yet another rant about Ancient Egypt. He stops himself just looking at you silently asking him to go on with a soft smile on your face. 

The way your eyes shine when you're laughing about one of his more-or-less unintentional jokes. 

His fingers twitch every time with the urge to pull you close and hold you tight. He wants to embrace you and never let go. 

But he can't. You're his friend and he can’t risk this. 

But you know. You see every twitch, hear every sigh, feel his eyes on you when Steven thinks you're distracted. 

So when you lean in, close the gap between the two of you for the first time, his heart is all but beating out of his chest with joy. 

-

It's the way you carefully treat the wounds the suit couldn’t heal in time. 

Marc loves the way your fingers run over his skin so softly, like he was made of glass or porcelain, ready to crack with the slightest pressure. Like he was something precious to be kept safe. 

It's the way your eyes grow soft when Marc returns to your apartment through the open window in the middle of the night. He can feel you checking him for injuries, checking if you would need to get the medkit stashed in the bathroom. 

It's the way you hold him after a long night, making sure he is safe and real and alive. You lay your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your hands holding onto any part of his body you can reach as you pull him into your embrace. Marc can feel your tears soak through his shirt. 

He knows he is going to hurt you in the long run. For how much longer would you be able to deal with him and all his bullshit? Marc knows he should let you go, save you from the constant fear and worry. But he can't. He is weak. 

But you know. You know how much Marc worries about being too much, about hurting you, about being a bad person. 

So you tell him "I trust you," and you feel him melt under your hands. "I'm here for you," and his breath catches in his throat. "You're safe with me," and you hear him sob. "I love you," and you see the tears running down his cheeks. 

-

It's the way you always know it's him. 

Jake loves the way notice even the little things. A soft kiss to his jaw when he cut himself shaving. A new pair of leather gloves that is placed wordlessly next to his things when his old gloves start to fall apart from use. 

It's the way you treat him as his own person. You never compare the three of them even if they themselves do it quite often. They want to be the best for you. You're their angel and you deserve everything. 

It's the way he would do anything to keep you safe. Jake is glad you don't see the blood on his hands, the violence he is capable of. You can never see that. He would kill for you, he would die for you, and you could never know.

But you know. You know what Jake is capable of. You know the pain and guilt he carries, that they all carry. And when you see Jake sit by the window, a cigarette dangling between his fingers and his eyes staring into nothingness, you hold his hand. And you don't care what he has done because you know who he is. You know that he would never hurt anyone innocent, never kill anyone out of malice. You know he would never hurt you. And you would always hold his hand, blood stains and all. 

-

It's the way they look at you like you are their one and only. Like you are their salvation. Like you are everything they could ever need. 

It's the way you never want to be apart from them; how you want to be with them until the very end. 

It's the way your heart skips a beat when they smile at you, when they kiss you, when they undress you. 

It's the way you can't believe how lucky you are. 

What a wondrous thing to be in love.

[shayjay26]

big long rant

Okay okay so I love looking for and reading bad brackendra fics cause they’re fucking hilarious.

But some of them are good, like really good

It got me thinking, about the logistics of Bracken’s immortality and Kendra’s age again. About Ronodin’s immortality. About Lena’s

My first impression is ew, especially with Bracken, right? But Brandon wrote it so it’s ew, even if unintentional, he did.

Would it be wrong in every situation, no matter what?

We know that Brandon claims their minds are young, which does justify some things, except for the fact that their actions prove otherwise. If their actions proved Brandon’s words would it be okay? Would we believe it?

What if they genuinely felt like that? What if they were genuinely at the maturity of that age? A lot of the reason dating laws exist is because of the difference in maturity. And even though I don’t think 18 should be the cutoff, it’s why it’s there. 

I mean, I still find it weird when people think once a child is 18 it’s suddenly okay to like them. Because your brain stops maturing at around 25. For me, it’s all about maturity. If their maturity was genuinely at that level, would it be okay? Would it be separate enough from their wisdom and experiences from their long life?

Another thing that got me thinking was an essay I wrote for my English 1010 class. One of the sources provided mentioned the brain affected things like attraction. 

This source provided an example of how a tumor, pushing against where attraction is created, forms pedophilic thoughts and urges in someone. And while yes, this is bad, could it be the same in other scenarios? Could the way the brain is arranged cause different, uncontrollable, emotions and feelings?

If their brain was arranged in such a way, if the part that controlled their emotions was shaped in such a way, they wouldn’t have any control over it. It’s not some malicious or creepy feeling anymore, to them at least.

If they were genuinely at the same maturity, genuinely had no control over their attraction, because that’s just how they were made, how they were built, would it still be creepy? 

Could they be considered the same age if their maturity was at the same level?

It’s like, I’m attracted to people my age. Because that’s how it should be, that’s how I was made. That’s how the thing in my brain is shaped. I’m not attracted to little children, because it’s wrong, and it’s not how I was made. If all of those immortal beings were made to mature at a certain rate, and made to be attracted to certain people, are their feelings valid, or is their species as a whole just wrong?

Just some thoughts. Wondering how everyone else feels on the subject? Still undecided myself honestly. I want some opinions outside of my brain.

[persephone11110]

rain is a good thing

Jake‘Hangman’Seresin x Reader

Chapter 5: Ubi Amor Ibi Dolor

Chapter Summary: Cardiac Arrest- when the heart stops beating suddenly, only Jake would go into cardiac minutes after Doctor Young leaves the room.

Warnings: medical induced coma, jake codes, sudden cardiac arrest,angst barely fluff, medical inaccuracys!!, mama seresin, mentions of child abuse, jake and y/n pov italicized is jakes, mentions of a dead family member — jake died grandma when he was a child

Characters: Gina Seresin, Doctor Kate Young(neurosurgeon), Doctor Mark Hayden(cardiothoracic surgeon), the daggers are mentioned but don’t have dialogue

A/n: i have no chill. thank you to everyone likes, reblogs and comments. I used a poem from Emily Dickinson— Hope Is The Thing With Feathers, the title is latin, latin for Where There’s Love Theres Pain

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Everything was fine until it wasn’t.

You’d been reading Emily Dickson, your coworker Amy had been excitedly ranting about her months ago. Telling you and a few others nurses of how much she enjoyed her poems and how Dickinson has a way with words.

So you decided to give her a try.

You had no idea if it was true or not but you’ve heard as a trauma nurse that its good to talk to someone in coma as if their awake. It won’t make them wake up but it provides comfort to both you and the person. It also said during a coma the person can hear whatever happening outside. So you decided to read a few lines to Jake, wondering if he was bored of silence, of the constant tears you and Gina shed a couple times a day. The constant sounds all the machine made.

Hope is thing with feathers -

That perches the soul -

You sighed softly, god did you need hope- hope that Jake finally recovered enough to point were Doctor Young starts to ease his sedation. You had hope for you and Jake to rekindle whatever love you two had before you attacked him with accusations.

Whn do you realize you didn’t love me anymore?

You remember asking him— you expected him to say something worse, but he didn’t. He loved you even after you left him high and dry on a rainy day, with a hangover. You tore down his walls, he torn down your walls, you promised one another that the relationship would be better than your parents.

And sings the the tune without the words -

And never stops at all -

You hated when your mother compared you to your father. “You go tit for tat just like him Y/n, your anger just like him— not caring about the person on the receiving end of it”.

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

Jake hated when he got angry at you fearing that you wouldn’t see him, you see the men that you and him both feared. The men you two spent hiding from when they drank too much, the men who came home angry and ready to hurt everyone and everything in his path.

You and him hated being angry towards one another.

Gina wasn’t here at the moment she was inside Doctor Young office, discussing recovery and what Jake future looks like beyond it.

Could he return to flying?

You closed the book mumbling something about stretching your legs, getting food and finding Gina. As you left for the cafeteria you had some sudden urge to lean over a kiss Jake on his forehead. Saying something along the lines of “I missed you, I missed what we had”.

Look Jake thankful for the rest his body finally got, but at one point it even sleeping gets tiring. He’s supposed to cruising in his car to the base, he supposed up their flying for practice and fun, not laying in a hospital locked in his own mind.

He can’t use the bathroom by himself —hell he’s not even breathing on his own. Poor Y/n, the sounds of her sob when she first came to see him, he didn’t like that one bit. Jake didn’t like how she kept blaming herself for his accident or the breakup. How she deserved every little bad thing that came her way— he has remind himself to have a talk with his girl. Mama made it worse, with her constant apologies for the childhood she didn’t give him, for the constant pain his old man gave them both. Telling him about how much Rocky misses her buddy, how she’s starting to get in a mood.

The daggers came by to see him at some point, throwing threats around saying they’ll kill him first before he has the chance himself. They miss Jake’s constant sacarsm and insults and Bradshaw finally admitted that Jake had the better music taste.

Back to him and Y/n’s talk- usually Jake Seresin doesn’t do plans he just goes with the flow, rips the bandaid right off with ease but this time he can’t. He has to somehow tell Y/n he heard her say how much she missed him.

“I missed you Jake, I missed what we had”.

And god did he miss his girl, missed her body impression she left on the her side of the bed they shared. Her laughter- when she laughed you could see her tongue poking through her right cheek.

He wished he could just wake up, as if only it was that easy.

Jake wished he could keep thinking about his plan and future but a agitating pain in his chest kept interrupting his thinking. If only Jake could open his damn mouth and ask someone to give him something.

Jake wanted to reach his hand out and ask mama or Y/n for help. His body feels like he coming off adrenaline rush.

He didn’t hear neither mama or Y/n anymore.

What he did hear is a beeping sound getting louder and louder, what he didn’t hear was the sound of Y/n gasps and footsteps leaving his room abruptly, he didn’t hear how panicked she sounded when she yelled his name.

He didn’t see the amount of nurses that ran into his room, as they swarmed around him, them yelling a bunch of numbers, someone yelling page Dr. Hayden, Dr. Young.

The pressure in his chest got worse.

He didn’t feel Doctor Young flash a pen light in his eyes. He didn’t feel the pressure being applied to chest every two minutes, he didn’t hear them count to thirty.

He didn’t see mama and Y/n standing outside his hospital room with tears in their eyes, he didn’t see Y/n pacing up and down the hallway.

He did see the place he spent his entire childhood in.

Jake remembered this place, it was place he ran to every time he needed a break from his parents. A place filled with warmth and love, a place he knew that would protect him from harm.

“Hi sweetheart” Jake turned his around too see a woman he recognized immediately, Jake looked at her with a confused look, she smiles at him,“I knew you smelled my brownies from a mile away”. She closed the oven, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her waist.

“Grandma Lou…”. Jakes voice shook and he shakily took steps towards her, she opened her arms and Jake softly fell into them. “I’ve missed you”.

“I missed you too sweetheart”, she cupped the back of Jakes head, he was leaning in her touch. “Take a brownie, little one”. She lets go of Jake, Grandma Lou hands him a brownie from off the stove,“I know how much they make you feel better”.

She gives Jake a grin, as Grandma Lou gets his plate ready she ushers Jake into a chair, reminding him to sit and eat.

As Jakes chomping away at the brownie, she smiles at him again,“Take your time sweetheart”.

The heavy pressure in Jakes chest started to go away.

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[x-emeraldsky-x]

Sasuke wandered confusedly through the hall, loud chatter and excited squeals ringing in his ears as he passed booths filled with merchandise; all with crowded lines waiting for a chance to at least see what was being offered.

His eyes narrowed as he searched for the bright blonde hair of the friend that annoyed him into coming in the first place, but amongst fans covered in merch and with hair that was dyed to match the musicians, he was no where to be seen. Sasuke scoffed. Naruto begged him to come to support a friend of his, and he didn't even choose to show? What a loser.

Sasuke pressed on, scanning past the branded shirts and faces covered in paint. "XO" was printed everywhere on every thing, it slowly started to become a blur of colours.

Purple, red and pink spotlights lit every room in the stadium, music from the band blasting from the speakers, every song was instrumental to tease the fans flooding in as the concert time grew closer. Sasuke's head spun with all of the stimulus.

Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around his shoulder, a familiar burst of laughter relaxed him just enough. He actually decided to show, hm? Could have come on time. Loser.

"Whatdya think, Sasuke?! This place is packed!- oh, I got you some freebies too. I figured you'd get lost, 'tebayo"

Sasuke scoffed, taking the bag from Naruto. It was similar to one of the showbags you'd get as a child, but featured a near gruesome image instead of a typical cartoon character. A skeleton covered in branches and cherry blossoms, it was posed like it was praying. He preferred the cuter stuff, the stuff that wouldn't give him nightmares.

"My friend drew that, yknow! She designs a lot of the merch stuff for the band. Oh! Also! You hear that drumming? That's her too! Oh, oh! And-"

Naruto continued to rant while dragging Sasuke off, assumingly to where they'd sit for the show. Naruto said something about VIP tickets and being close to the action a few days ago, so they'd be able to see and hear everything the best. A perk of being "The Lead Singers Best Friend and Little Brother Figure" he said.

The hallway leading to the entrance was just as packed as the room with the booths. Black shirts with a symbol of "XO" interlocking printed in crimson, similar ones with a purple moon cycle on the front, one fan even had their own shirt with a design drawn with bleach. Whoever this friend of Naruto's was, they were very good at drawing a crowd.

Naruto flashed a card to the bouncer minding the doors, and much to everyone's disgust and rage, they were let in just a few minutes early.

With no need to be mindful of others, Naruto raced down to their seats, while Sasuke paid closer attention to the scenery. The room was lit only at the seats, the stage was shrouded in darkness, the leg of a mic stand could hardly be seen poking out from under the curtain. Even if he squinted, there wasn't much to behold.

When he reached his friend, he looked at their slightly separated seats. Two more bags sat at their legs, each with unique designs. More freebies, he guessed.

Naruto jumped into his seat and urged Sasuke to join him. Sasuke sighed. Despite being nineteen, almost twenty, Naruto still acted like a complete child. How can someone with a drivers licence, fully capable of purchasing alcohol and cigarettes, be this obnoxious and shameless? He sat without argument, though.

Before he knew it, the doors opened and fans started pouring in. Sasuke glanced behind him out of curiosity; every seat was filled, and everyone was restless in their seats with excitement. Amongst them all, though, was the last person he'd expect to see there. Nara Shikamaru, a former classmate of theirs, was sitting in a signed jacket with an unfamilar glisten in his eyes.

"He's a massive simp for the guitarist," Naruto whispered, catching where Sasuke's eyes sat. "He fought off like, three guys for that jacket."

Sasuke snorted and shook his head, turning his attention to the stage when the lights shut off.

The stadium grew silent, the lack of light felt like a void. Sasuke's arms started forming goosebumps from the atmosphere.

A soft beat settled in through the speakers, the sound of the curtain reeling back made people inch closer to the edge of their seats. A hooded figure walked up to centre stage, bringing their arms up above their head and forming an 'X' with their arms in sync with the spotlight shining on them. Bright red illuminated the figure, revealing a punk-eqsue outfit with belts being a consistent theme, but their face remained unknown. They started a hard beat by stomping their boot on the stage, which was followed by fans clapping to it.

A second figure joined the first, cloaked much the same, but their guitar adding a much different silhouette. They pulled it off their back and lifted it up, the body of the guitar facing to the ceiling. The lights turned off and a purple LED light was shon onto it, revealing a fluorescent purple circle on the back. Together, their symbols formed 'XO'.

After a moment, music started pouring from the speakers around the stadium and a clear spotlight lit the stage, allowing full sight to the audience. They dropped their symbols and pulled the cloaks off in unison.

'O' was clearly the older of the two. A tall woman with lightly tanned skin, features sharp and almost deadly. Her hair was dry, parted quite messily into four parts, part of her bangs nearly covering her right eye. 'X' seemed much more friendly, smiling wide to the whole crowd. From the looks of it, she had no instrument. She lacked a mic on her earpiece as well.

The two women were dressed with a theme, both with their own symbolism. 'X' wore a red jacket with two crosses on her arms and black gloves. The small belts around her thighs were wrapped unevenly. Two on one, three on the other. 'O' was much similar, although her jacket was black, made from a thick leather and had purple moons running down the sleeves. Her jeans were ripped at the knees and her boots were covered in the same belts.

Sasuke furrowed his brows and squinted, focusing on the finer details of the first part of the band. Her hair was a familiar shade of pink, thick and clearly unconditioned, and her eyes were a deep emerald green. He swore he knew her, but he couldn't put the name to the face.

She pulled a microphone from a pouch on her hip, spinning it in her hand while more music kicked in. She raised her fist and everyone focused on her.

"Good evening Konoha!! How's everyone feeling tonight!?"

The audience roared in respose, Sasuke needing to take a moment to cover his ears. He glanced over to Naruto who sat unfazed. He too was focused on the woman in red. She must be the friend he always talked about.

"That's great to hear! Are you all ready to go?!"

Another roar came, but Sasuke took focus to her speech.

"Hell yeah!! That's what I like to hear! First things first though... Temari, sound check!"

Her voice was familiar too. Deeper than most women Sasuke had met, and rougher too, as if she'd had a broken nose before. However, there was a softness to it. A kindness. It almost sounded like...

"On it, Sakura."

Sasuke didn't hear the next sounds to come. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly in the direction of the stage. Sakura? Haruno Sakura? That's her?!

Temari smiled at her partner, flipping the guitar so the strings faced their fans and pulled the strap above her head. The body was painted a shiny black with purple lightning like strikes going across it, a job clearly done at home, but not by her. She pulled a pick from her jacket and struck the cords, the sound alone made the floor shake, and the following cheer broke Sasuke out of his trance.

"All right!!! Sounds good! Lets get this show started, shall we?!"

The two women backed up to the middle of the stage, the lights dimming to prepare for their first song. A cold silence filled the room, the speakers dying down as sound technicians prepared the track, Sasuke squinted to take in more features.

Despite the darkness, the white of her teeth shone through. She smiled with a joy she never had during their highschool years together. Her academics were her highest priority, fitness came next, and lastly was her crushes. She'd always smile wide when her test scores were high, or she had scored big during extracurricular sports, but nothing compared to this.

A warm spotlight hit them as the music began, Temari's guitar the only live instrument. It was an up beat rhythm, vaguely following the rock genre they were going for. Sakura nodded and loosely danced as she found the rhythm in herself, her voice powerfully hitting the mic when she started to sing, although it was more of a rap than anything else.

Sasuke stared with his mouth hung loosely open. Sakura's energy grew with the song, her movements becoming sharper and more pronounced as she found moves to her words, her hair and jacket adding secondary motion that flowed so smoothly with her body. Sasuke's legs grew weak, sinking into his chair as he watched as closely as his eyes could. It was mesmerising.

Sakura's eyes danced over the audience. Her smile grew when she saw her close people in the crowd, Sasuke could only see Naruto, but he was certain someone like Sakura would have a lot of friends. Her eyes moved from left to right, eventually meeting his at the centre.

Her smile fell, but her voice didn't. Sasuke couldn't tell if it was disbelief, disappointment or disgust, but Sakura didn't stop her performance. She focused her gaze to the wall, finishing the song before meeting his eyes again.

He felt his cheeks begin to burn under her gaze. The soft shimmer in her eyes, the gentle curl of her lips... it had been many years since she looked at him like that. Sasuke missed it dearly, her eyes filled with adoration and love. He felt like a complete fool for rejecting her love once.

Their eyes locked for what felt like hours. Sasuke's focus never once leaving her eyes or her smile, even when she turned away. She was still working, afterall. Sasuke would have to wait, and he would wait an eternity just to have her look at him once more.

The second song began to play through the speakers, fans cheering and shouting as they recognised what it was, and although Sasuke was clueless, he was just as excited to hear it.

[thefuzzzz]

Jasico Week 2024 - Day 3

Words: 2,002 Rating: General Audiences Type: Oneshot

Description: Jason Grace, ever aloof praetor, asks the new ambassador to spar with him. Nico isn't sure if this is a weird mating ritual or if Jason is going to murder him, but he has fun either way.

Sidenote: This fic was written for @jasico-challenges Jasico week 2024 event!

Full fic under the cut!

In Nico’s opinion, Camp Jupiter was pretty boring. Considering all the things he’d seen at Camp Half-Blood, this was a walk in the park. They were more organized and put together, which was both appreciated and vaguely disappointing.

One day, as Nico sat bored in a meeting with all the other senate members, he found himself zoning out. He rarely attended meetings but had been asked to be here. He probably should have paid attention, but gods this was lame. 

His attention was dragged away from its sharpened stare on the floor by a hand on his shoulder. He whipped around, instantly going into fight or flight. 

His shoulders dropped as he realized who it was. Jason Grace. The praetor. 

Jason flashed him a smile that looked more like a sad attempt at showing all his teeth. “Hello, ambassador,” he said. 

Nico shuffled awkwardly in his spot. “Afternoon. Praetor.”

Jason pointed to the seat beside him. “This spot taken?”

Nico shook his head, slightly less startled now that he realized he wasn’t in trouble for zoning out. Still, Jason freaked him out. 

Nico was well aware that he himself was a pretty scary guy. Jason, however, rattled even his nerves. 

He was just so untouchable. Nico often wondered if he had some kind of inordinate amount of human-to-god ratio that no other demigod had. 

He knew Jason was nice. He had experienced his kindness multiple times throughout his days at Camp Jupiter, but he just looked mean. 

Nico couldn’t blame him. He’d heard many stories about Jason’s upbringing, and how it was mostly done by Lupa. He’d probably be weird too if he was raised by wolves. 

One of the senate members started going on a rant that no one quite knew how to stop. Most people just quit paying attention. 

Jason leaned over. “Pretty boring meeting.”

Nico jumped again but recovered from his startle. “Yeah,” he agreed weakly.

Jason looked him up and down quickly, accompanied by the unabashed confidence only a man in his position could acquire. Nico yet again shuffled awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself. 

“Spar with me,” Jason said suddenly, eyes flipping back to Nico’s face. 

Nico sputtered before getting himself together. “Excuse me?”

Jason looked away. “You’re excused.”

Nico couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his lips. “That’s not what I meant. It’s a figure of speech.”

The praetor’s head turned back to Nico, eyes settling on him with the same intensity of the sky before a storm. He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward just slightly. Nico resisted the urge to shy away and lean back. 

“What did you mean?” Jason asked. 

Nico took a beat to let his eyes wander over Jason’s face. “I meant ‘What?’” he explained. 

“I want you to spar with me,” Jason repeated, eyebrows furrowing. 

Nico couldn’t help but laugh again. He got that this guy spent the majority of his life so far either in the company of wolves or being trained for war, but come on. He also couldn’t help but notice the way Jason’s face softened when he laughed. He didn’t take time to ponder that, though. 

“No, no. I understood that part. I meant ‘why?’” Nico corrected, now aware of the few people looking at them, telling them to shut up. Oops. 

Jason lowered his voice. “Why didn’t you just say that?” he asked quietly. Upon Nico’s shrugging, he explained. “I’ve never sparred with you.”

Nico looked at him quizzically. Jason was like a puzzle no one but Reyna could really solve. He didn’t know much slang aside from what he heard every day, and he rarely felt the need to explain himself. Talking with him could be a task, but Nico always left their interactions feeling slightly—oddly— endeared. 

Jason watched him, waiting for an answer. Throughout his eager staring, the meeting was adjourned and people began filing out of the building. This included Reyna, who shot a curious glance toward Jason before shrugging and walking away. 

Nico decided that was enough explanation and nodded. “Sure.”

Jason smiled, slightly scary and slightly sweet. His smiles always were confusing, but it looked like he was really trying this time. 

“…right now?” Nico asked, standing. Jason nodded, just as eager as before. Something shone in his eyes, something Nico wasn’t used to seeing on him. 

Nico let him lead him out to the training area, following awkwardly. 

“Aren’t we, like, not supposed to be out here this late?” Nico asked, tilting his head to see the side of Jason’s face. 

Jason shrugged, though the act looked foreign on his stiff shoulders. “I’m a praetor,” he said as if it explained it.

Nico decided to let it go, following him onto the packed dirt of the coliseum. He pulled his sword from its hilt, standing in wait. 

Jason flipped a golden coin, which transformed into his own sword. Nico resisted the urge to say “That was cool,” deciding Jason already knew that. 

There was no warning or countdown, just Jason suddenly swinging his sword. Nico panicked and shadow traveled behind him, sweeping his leg under Jason’s to trip him forward. He poked the tip of his sword into his back as a sign he had accidentally won. 

“I didn’t say powers were allowed,” Jason said, though there was a hint of humor in his voice as he pulled himself up off his knees. 

“You didn’t say they weren’t,” Nico smiled back. 

Jason mimicked his smile, for once flashing one that didn’t look too threatening. Nico tried to keep his eyes from lingering too long, but he couldn’t help but notice how pleasant the setting sun looked on Jason’s face. 

He passed that off as admiration and let Jason come to his feet, readying again. He lowered his stance. Nico, again, couldn’t help but notice how good concentration looked on him. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he got into his own battle stance. 

“Powers?” Nico asked, not looking forward to a fight without his. 

Jason shrugged. “Go ahead.”

Nico let Jason advance again, shadow traveling behind him once more. Jason was able to anticipate it this time, swinging toward him. Nico blocked, forcing him to step out of the column’s shadow he had been standing in. 

Jason smiled, a cocky kind of smile that Nico would’ve been mad about if it was anyone else. However, he couldn’t seem to mind how the scar on his lip moved with his grin. 

Nico was forced farther into the light as Jason continued his advances. They were two skilled swordsmen, but without his powers, Nico often faltered. 

Jason had now figured out the trick to Nico’s powers and was about to show him his own. 

Electricity gathered on his arm in little bolts before shooting down his sword and onto Nico’s. It wasn’t enough electricity to actually hurt him, but enough for him to drop his sword and stumble. 

Jason held his weapon to Nico’s chest. Nico smiled, rubbing the elbow he’d fallen onto. 

Jason outstretched a hand, letting the gathered lightning fade away before offering it. Nico took his hand and stood. Their palms brushed for a second longer than they needed to. Nico tried not to think about that. 

They assumed their positions yet again, both formulating plans behind their eyes. 

Once Jason decided they were both ready, he advanced. Nico was not ready, but let it happen anyways, sword raising in defense. 

This time, he shadow traveled to Jason’s left. Just as he was about to kick him down, Jason shot electricity through his leg, effectively zapping Nico. 

Jason attempted to herd him out of the shadow again, but Nico knew better and evaded. He attempted to block another hit but was just zapped again. It seemed the two were at a crossroads. 

Well, until Nico decided shadow traveling above him would prove more successful, and set him up to do just that. 

He managed to push Jason to the ground with that method, catching himself mid-air to shadow travel just beside him. Nico had dropped his sword in the process, so he couldn’t officially end it. However, he stood triumphantly, taking the thud of Jason’s body against the dirt as clear evidence of his win. 

Before Nico could notice over his gloating, Jason reached out with his sword and zapped the back of his leg lightly, making Nico fall forward. He caught himself on his palms, one by Jason’s ribs and the other by his neck. His knees hit the dirt with a thud. 

He couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips soon after, kneeled over Jason. Jason laughed too, though his was more of a refined chuckle than Nico’s out-of-character cackling. 

When he collected himself enough to realize he was currently on top of the praetor, he pushed his hands off the ground, kneeling beside Jason with flushed cheeks. Jason sat up, rubbing the back of his head. His cheeks were equally red. 

Jason tugged himself to his feet, outstretching his hand. Nico, yet again, took it, tugging himself to his feet. 

“I’ll walk you to Temple Hill,” Jason said, dusting himself off. Nico usually used the easy access to the underworld in the Pluto temple to his advantage but wasn’t aware that Jason knew that. 

Nico took some time to dust off his clothes too. “Thanks.”

He knew Jason was just doing it so he didn’t get in trouble for being out past curfew, but it still felt nice. 

They walked silently for a second. However, the silence seemed less awkward than before. 

“What do you call that, by the way?” Jason asked, clearly wrapped up in his own thoughts.

Nico looked up at him, noticing swiftly how Jason didn’t meet his gaze. “Call what?” he asked, eyes lingering on the hints of embarrassment on Jason’s face. 

“The teleportation,” Jason said, footsteps beginning to fall in line with Nico’s. 

Nico considered. “I’ve always referred to it as shadow travel.”

Jason nodded. His eyes traced over Nico’s hands, they were paler than usual—nearly transparent, really. He realized he might have used that ability a few too many times. 

“Is that a side effect?” Jason asked, pointing to his hand. 

Nico held it up to let Jason see. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, it’ll go back to normal in a bit.”

Jason placed his hand under Nico’s to pull his hand closer to his face. Nico quickly looked away in a desperate attempt to hide his red face. ‘Gods, does he have any boundaries?’ Nico thought to himself. 

Jason ended the scrutinizing of Nico’s hand, dropping it. Their knuckles brushed in a way that was far from coincidental. Nico decided to focus his gaze on the ground. 

“You’re talented with that sword. What is it? I’ve never seen one like it,” Jason said, focusing on the sky. 

Now that they had their silent agreement of not watching each other very obviously blush, Nico felt confident enough to answer. “Thanks. It’s Stygian iron.”

Jason nodded, seemingly very focused on a cloud. “Interesting. Any special properties?” 

“It can evaporate ghosts,” Nico said, a little too casually. 

Jason nodded again. This dirt was really interesting. 

They found themselves at the Pluto temple. Nico was tempted to ask Jason if he wanted to come in but recognized that they probably shouldn’t go bending any more rules. 

Jason put a hand on his shoulder, flashing him the closest thing to a smile Nico had ever seen on him. “Thank you for indulging my curiosities, ambassador. I have enjoyed getting to know you.”

Nico nodded, doing his best to smile despite his fluster. “No problem. I had fun.”

Jason nodded. He looked behind him, looking at the setting sun. 

“Well, enjoy your night,” Jason said, starting to walk away. He didn’t give Nico the time to say, “You too,” so he mumbled it to no one. 

Nico disappeared into the dark temple and made a very sudden and awful realization. 

He had a crush. Godsdamn it. Not again.

[theghostlycoyote]

The Ghost Zone's Next Regent

Word Count: 5640 (Completed!)

My piece for the 2023 Holiday Truce is finally done! I wrote this fic for @jadenoryuu and their super interesting prompt:

Danny's tired of being the Ghost King, so he institutes the "GZ Next Regent" (a-la Nation's Got Talent). All the participants have to sign a binding contract before making a candidature: to always answer truthfully to Danny during the "show" and don't sabotage or harm (even indirectly) the other participants. The various parts of the show consist in trying to convince Danny that they're worth being the next King/Queen under selected categories: Power, Motives, Ideals, etc. No one would have ever predicted (not even Danny), that the winner would have been the Box Ghost.

I had such a blast writing this for you, and I'm sorry I kept you waiting!

The fic is up and completed on AO3 now!

Read a sneak peak here:

To be honest, Danny was really over the whole “Ghost King” thing. It seemed like since he gained the title, his problems have increased exponentially. On top of his run-of-the-mill fights with the normal cast of characters (which were really more for show now than anything else; he’d established a weird sort of camaraderie with his regulars), he also has been fighting newer, much more powerful ghosts intent on stealing the crown from him. He’s been able to beat them all so far – he didn’t become the King for nothing – but it’s getting a little old.

On top of that, those cryptic ghosts with one eye and sticks up their asses keep coming to him for all manner of things, in the most inconvenient of times. He’s running out of excuses for why he suddenly has a propensity to slam doors, cabinets, shower curtains, windows, etc. whenever someone walks into a room unannounced. They never come to him for anything urgent either, always talking about “holding court” or “signing decrees”. He really couldn't care less. Clockwork has been keeping them at bay as much as he can, but there’s only one of him, and seemingly endless little Mike Wazowski ghosts who want to ruin his day.

Despite it all, Danny really felt like he was managing everything relatively well. That was, until junior year hit, and his parents urged him to start taking AP classes. He still aspired to be an astronaut someday, and he knew he had to get his grades up to do so, so that’s what he tried to do. If he could go back in time (and with Clockwork, maybe he would) and tell his younger, fresh-from-the-accident self that his grades would start to worry him more than the ghosts did, he’s sure the young him would laugh in his face. And yet, here he was, working desperately into the night, not getting any sleep, not because he was fighting ghosts – most of his fights were relatively short, nowadays – but because he needed to get all of his AP work done on time (and correctly) to even stand a chance at getting into a good college.

Now, he could see adulthood on the horizon. His senior year was about to start, and really it was more of the same – plenty of ghost fights, plenty of dodging the Observants, and plenty of homework. But now the threat of college loomed over his head, and surprisingly, he found that this was the straw to break the poor camel’s back. 

He realized that he would have to give something up, and one night in an impassioned rant to Sam and Tucker, he stumbled upon his solution. He didn’t want to be the Ghost King anymore.

[wormlette]

Your fic "a good dog" lives rent free in my brain and I'm so glad bc the characterization and the introspection and LAIOS SERVICING CHILCHUCK just make me go feral, can't wait to read what comes next ❤️

(and the noises I made while reading "fervent, writhing" could only be heard by shrimps).

PS: Y'all at the chilaios council are tempting me so hard to create a Chilaios sideblog bc all your brains are so HUGE

OK FIRST OF ALL sorry for hanging onto this ask for so long, I have been cradling it in my hands like a good luck charm while I write ❤️ I appreciate you so much. ALSO "noises that could only be heard by shrimps" is part of my lexicon now lmao.

I've been trying to get a good dog arranged into some sort of satisfying narrative -- I don't know how obvious it is, but even when I was writing more regularly, I still mostly only ever wrote drabble type things that are unconnected. Writing an actual story is my bane in life, but I've been very inspired to try because of all of you.

Here is a good dog snippet I'm particularly proud of!! It's a flashback!!!

“If I can ask…” Laios held up a finger, like a kid raising their hand. Chil raised a brow, and he and Falin watched curiously to see what would come next.

“…why did I upset you?”

Chilchuck sighed and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up further. He resisted the urge to grab it and tug. This guy really needed that said?

“Okay, but I want you to think for a minute, first. Have you ever seen a party lead by a half-foot, Laios? Have you ever even heard of one?”

Laios looked at the ceiling, hmm-ing. “…I guess not?”

“Right. That’s because the things a party leader needs, half-foots don’t have. That’s what people think. Long-legs think anyone who can’t fight can’t be in charge.” He shrugged. “They don’t say it, but it’s like that.”

Laios frowned and started to open his mouth. Chil waved his hand to cut him off. “The way people perceive you is everything in an adventurer’s party. ‘S just how it is.”

The siblings stayed silent. Were they twins? He realized he didn’t know. He’d been a bit incurious about them as well, truthfully. Assuming he’d work for them a little while before they parted ways, probably from pissing each other off. That hadn’t happened yet, so…

“Well. And that's exactly why YOU-“ he swung his empty mug at Laios - “have got to start taking this more seriously! This exact kind of thing is what I’m talking about!” They let him rant on. Having both of their attention on him was not a new feeling, but he ignored it. “The reactions people will have to you are exactly what a leader needs to be aware of! You can’t just say whatever you want!” He was ranting. “You’ll damage their trust in you if you’re careless. Think about how they’ll think, Laios.” It was so obvious, but Laios’ eyes were alight. Had nobody ever had talks like this with him? “And if you can’t figure *that* out, then at least listen to the people around you.” They were listening like he was bestowing crucial information on them. Chilchuck suddenly felt like laughing. There was something funny about these two overgrown dummies, so eerily at home in the dungeon but so in need of caretaking outside of that. They’d followed him around like puppies on errands across town to the bank and the slums, and now they were hanging on his every word. Eventually, he paused, raising his mug and drinking deeply until only foam was left. A warm feeling was in his gut.

“So it’s ok if I ask you, next time?” Laios looked at him with glimmering eyes. “If it’s an imposition, we could renegotiate…”

The idea of Laios renegotiating was laughable enough to make Chilchuck reach for the pitcher, but Laios beat him to it and leaned over to give him a refill. Ha! Maybe he wasn’t completely helpless. He was thinking now, wanting not to offend, wanting to be helpful. This was the kind of thing a party leader needed to practice, so it suddenly seemed very appropriate to reinforce him. “Yes! Like that! Good boy!”

If not for his keen senses, he would’ve never noticed. As it was, most of the time Chilchuck convinced himself he’d imagined it. The look in Laios’ eyes, in that instant, was feral.

[soulsforsales]

Professor Steven Grant x Reader

Warning: OK this one's a bit sad, the reader's self-doubting, age gap, no use of Y/n, fluff-ish (at least the date part), this was edited on my phone/laptop so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

A/N: I wanted to post this so much sooner but life lately has been just WOW and I was sick and I am sorry bcs some of this writing is just shitty. I have been going thru stuff please understand babes<3

Summary: You love everything about Steven... but, maybe he isn't feeling the same.

Chapter 2

Your anxiety is starting to creep in as you are standing in front of the mirror staring at the fifth - if not the tenth outfit you've tried on.

Your date with Steven is today. The outfit you had planned in your head looked awful and now you don't know what to do.

You send your images to your friend asking if you look okay. She says you look amazing and shouldn't be freaking out - it's just a date, she says, it's not. You are talking about Steven here and want this date to be perfect. You and Steven had talked over text almost the whole last night and he seemed just as excited about this as you did and now you didn't want to let your anxiety take the best of you and ruin anything.

You settle on a good enough outfit and make your way out of your apartment building. You are supposed to meet Steven at the restaurant. You reach on time. He's late but you really don't mind, the place is beautiful and it gives you some time to calm your nerves.

Gosh, you really are freaking out.

Steven shows up about five minutes late. You stand up from your table and walk up to him.

'Love, I am terribly sorry. I got held up,' he says, panting.

You shake your head, 'Did you run here?' You ask with a small laugh. Steven looks undoubtedly dashing in black, he's so alluring you could just stare forever.

'You look beautiful.' He says, ignoring your question, your cheeks flush. Even the way he's looking at you right now makes you feel things.

'Thanks,' you mutter, suddenly unable to breathe, 'you too'

Steven blushes, giving a bouquet of flowers to you. You stare at it. You've had many boyfriends before but you have never been given flowers in a romantic way. It melts your heart.

'Wow, I - these are beautiful. Thankyou, Steven,' you exclaim, blushing harder as you both take your seats.

'You like it?' He asks, his brown eyes gleaming with excitement.

You nod, taking in the sweet scent of the flowers.

You both order your food and Steven was right, it tastes amazing. Steven tells you about himself and you spend the whole time talking and smiling like idiots. Steven felt... warm.

You found out that no matter how quiet and introverted he might appear, Steven liked to talk and you loved listening to him, his accent, and the way his voice sounded had you smitten, just having him smile at you made your heart flutter. You felt that you would never get bored of hearing facts and stories and theories if he was the one telling you about them.

The day went as perfectly as you could've imagined. Steven was as perfect as you could've imagined.

After dinner, he offered to walk you home. He even bought ice creams for the both of you on your walk. He listened to you intently. Looking into your eyes, nodding at you, and not being bothered by your silly little stories and rants. This was your first date and you were already ranting.

No one had ever bothered to listen to you the way Steven did and that's how you ended up telling him about your most embarrassing childhood memory and it made him laugh.

And, oh, when he laughed. Steven's laugh was a sweet, hearty, and sincere one and it turned your stomach upside down and you had to fight the desperate urge to take him in your arms and hear him laugh forever, it spread across his whole face making his eyes shine and it filled you with happiness knowing you were the reason behind it.

But, like anything good, it ended. You both reached your apartment and you'd to tell Steven goodbye.

'It was perfect,' you whisper, 'um, the date... I - I loved it'

Steven smiles at you, 'Me too, looking forward to the next time I get to see you, yeah?'

You grin, unable to hide your happiness anymore, 'yeah, sure'

A second date.

You had a great time and you really couldn't wait to see him again and he hadn't even left yet.

Steven leans in and your breath catches in your throat. Your heart beating so fast as if it would jump out anytime. Was he going to kiss you? You push the bouquet closer to your chest, closing your eyes when you feel his breath across your face and his sweet scent fills you. He doesn't kiss you. Well, not on the lips at least. It's a soft kiss, planted on the cheek. And even that sets you ablaze.

'I'll call you, alright?' He says, pulling back, his smell brutally taken away from you. Ah, what amazing perfume does he use?

You are too buzzed by your feelings to reply and he is already making his way across the dimly lit streets. You wave at him, he waves back, smiling.

You check your phone for the hundredth time today and Steven still hasn't replied to any of your calls or messages.

Your first date with Steven had been, well, everything you thought it would be. You two had been talking non-stop ever since and you couldn't wait to see him again. Your skin flushes even at the thought of him.

You have not felt like this for someone in a long time.

But when Steven kissed you the night of your first date it became obvious that he wanted to take it slow and, honestly, you respect that decision but it was getting tough not to give in and plan a second date yourself.

You scroll through the messages one last time before putting your phone away. Steven must be busy. He wouldn't ignore you otherwise.

You start typing on the computer, trying to focus but you are distracted once again when your phone brightens up with a notification. It's embarrassing how fast you jump wishing it's Steven - it isn't. It's your friend, she wants to see you at the cafe, you aren't disappointed, you were just expecting... a reply, no, you clear your head before doubts start forming, you couldn't afford to think things like this.

You reply with a cheery, "Sure :)" and put the phone away.

It's almost been two weeks since you last talked to Steven. Two weeks. You don't know what's up with him but he's gone completely MIA on you and now you're sitting in your everyday coffee place with your friend because of your desperate need to keep your mind off of other things.

Your eyes keep wandering off to the spooky Halloween decorations the Cafe has set up while your friend is rambling about her Uni and work.

'Enough of my rants, tell me about Steven already,' she says suddenly, pulling your attention to herself. It had been weird at first but eventually, your friend came around to calling him Steven instead of Mr. Grant.

You shake your head slightly, 'it's... fine.' You reply, a frown tugging at your lips instead of the cheeky smile that was usually there whenever he was mentioned.

'Did he ask you for a second date?' She asks, oblivious.

You shake your head again. Suddenly, a weird feeling fills your stomach. Was he playing you... all this time?

'Hey, you okay?' Your friend asks at last, leaning closer to look at your face. 'Did... did something happen?'

'Steven's been... quite distant, I don't know. He hasn't replied to any of my calls or messages. I mean, it's been almost two weeks now... maybe-' you admit at last, you need to tell someone and your best friend had to be that person.

'He must have been busy,' she interrupts, eyes filling with concern

'Steven always found time before, but - I - I... barely know him... maybe I just... I just got it all wrong.' You let out a defeated sigh.

Your friend pushes herself back in the chair and you can tell from the way she's nibbling her lower lip that she doesn't know what to say. You don't really care.

'It's fine,' you say, waving your hand.

Your friend gives your hand a squeeze with an apologetic expression on her face. She knew how it had been for you all your life. So many failed relationships. Heartbreaks. And once again, you are the idiot.

Steven Grant could get anyone he wanted, why would he ever choose you? It made sense now.

You stare at your reflection in the bus's window.

Was he... ghosting you? You can't understand, it just felt so wrong. He was so nice... so, horribly staggering and he seemed to really... like you. Why would he do this now? Why not on your first date already?

Maybe you did something wrong. Maybe it's your fault. Tears pool at the corner of your eyes as you remember the hundred messages like these you'd sent to him.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

"Are you busy?"

"Why won't you reply?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

You just feel pathetic remembering about it now. You squeeze your eyes shut. You aren't going to cry about a guy you had one date with, but the tears fall anyway.

You eventually delete the texts that the two of you had shared, ignoring the pain in your chest as you do so. You had really liked Steven Grant but obviously, he didn't feel the same. It just wasn't meant to be, that's what you told yourself, at least.

A month went by and you had moved on from whatever it was between you and Steven Grant. You had been... hurt at first since he was obviously showing up for lectures (your friend told you so) and going about his life as if your stupid date never even happened but, now, you couldn't care less.

You had been way too hard on yourself. Your friend told you it wasn't good for you with a, "You had one date with the guy and he ignored you for weeks, babe, you can do better than that."

So you had tried. You went on a few dates but you just weren't feeling it. Maybe it wasn't time for you yet.

You accepted the fact and moved on. But the mention of Steven and you was still a sour subject and your friend knew it. You needed some time but you'll be okay.

•--------🌙

You are sitting in the cafe once again. Your friend's holidays are around the corner and she wanted to meet you one last time before she leaves to visit her family, although you were more than happy that she was being this thoughtful, your heart skipped a beat at the possibility of Steven being here too.

But, what were the chances, right? So, you agreed.

Your hot coffee is placed on the table as you are too busy typing into your laptop. Your friend hasn't arrived yet so you decided to get some work done. You are so intrigued that you don't even notice anyone coming to you until a shadow falls over the table.

'Hello there,' he says and your neck shoots up instantly.

Steven. Steven Grant is standing in front of you. It's almost winter and he's wearing a jacket two sizes too big for him with a scarf wrapped around his neck. And he's looking at you - he's looking at you with the saddest, most tired brown eyes you've ever seen.

You gulp. You want to run away but you can barely move.

"Hello?" Is that all he has to say? After everything he put you through? God, this man really is driving you crazy.

To be continued...

Tagging: @sunnyskyapplepie @ominoose @tsukkie-daisuke @ivystoryreader @steven-grants-world (anyone who wants to be tagged lmk!)

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[quandaryqueen]

Butterflies

Year One Jonathan Crane X Reader

Set in the "Evermore" universe, I'd like to write more wholesome, sweet relationship between the two to quell you of the angst that happened to them. Also, note that these mostly take place in their college professor days.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Also writing it because I just got a shot off fluff in my veins and I'd like to share them with y'all. I was listening to Mitski's "Me and my husband" then suddenly boom, this:

🧡 Professor Crane and Professor Crane, teach psychology and literature respectively. It might be confusing to some students, so you opted to go as Professor Y/N instead to make it easier, much to Jonathan's chagrin because it really does mean to him that you have his last name.

Not that you entirely changed it back, but it irked him a little. Why can't the little rascals differentiate you instead? But of course, you care about the students so he lets you be.

🧡 Let's get this out of the way, some of students ship you intensely. Romeo and Juliet? Edward and Bella? Fuck no, I want what these bitch have.

"Ugh, look at them," dreamily sighs a student amongst her table of close friends.

They follow her gaze, landing on their Professors, who is probably bickering about what to buy for lunch, whilst holding hands. They too find themselves sighing dreamily and staring at them.

🧡 Whenever he's grading papers, he'd be complaining about the students, ranting about how some of them had the audacity to bribe him.

"Hear this, Miss Giovanna had the gall to show her face at the faculty office demanding I give her the points she 'deserves'! Children these days, have they no decorum?"

"Mhmm..." You sleepily nodded, resisting the urge to doze off whilst in the middle of a conversation. Though, you find the pleasure to rest your head in a nestle out of your arms atop your husband's desk.

"Additionally, I've yet to mark her as present in any of my classes! Nor has she passed any of the assignments—" Jonathan halts, his attention snagged by your sleeping figure on his desk. He sighs. "Just as I was about to get to the good parts. Oh well."

He sets his pen aside for a moment to drape a blanket atop your shoulder before returning to his pile of papers.

🧡 You know how some students would fucking want to sleep with their professors for some ungodly reasons? Yeah.

"Repulsive," cringed Jonathan, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck whilst he grades papers.

"What's wrong?" You asked, your fingers finding its way through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp.

On one of the papers, written in pink ink, "Call me ;)" then a set of numbers.

"Oh." You sighed, just as repulsed as your husband. "Can't blame them, Professor Crane is quite the dashing one~"

Jonathan rolls his eyes at your remark, holding back the smile of flattery. "Oh please, clearly this student is desperate for extra credentials to survive this semester."

Or alternatively:

"Typical that freshmen won't break out of their high school mentality just yet. They travel around in flocks to single out an individual. Makes it the more difficult to get through places, the reprobates do tend to clog the corridors." Jonathan mutters to himself.

And it was fucking Valentine's Day. As if things couldn't get more annoying.

He arrives at the faculty office and immediately noticed your table practically overflowing with gifts, that he didn't spot you sitting behind your desk.

"Jon!" You call out enthusiastically, rising from your seat to skip beside him, before scooping him up for an embrace, peppering his face with kisses while you were at it.

In light of the commercialised holiday, you were more affectionate with him. Holiday spirits, he supposes... Though, he's not complaining. He hides his smile through a grumpy frown, turning his face away. Thankfully, none of the other professors were there. He'd cultivated his reputation, and he can't let them know how much of a softie he is for you.

"I honestly can't wait for tonight!" You finally stop with the kisses, but your arms remain around his neck.

"I noticed." He flatly remarks. He then point his attention to your table that is, again, flowing with gifts. Flick a match at it and your table will go off in flames so easily.

"Yeah, um... I guess they're desperate for extra credits from me too." You sheepishly chuckle.

"No I don't believe they need extra credit from literature of all classes." He narrowed his gaze at your table, perhaps taking names from whom did you receive those gifts and... Deal with them. Personally.

"Are you jealous?" You raise a brow at him.

"No, I'm your husband." Though it was an unintentional dad joke, he finds himself shaking his head when that pulled a giggle out of you.

"Yes, you are." Your finger light flick at the tip of his nose with a giggle. He rolls his eyes at the childish gesture. "And I think half of these gifts are of platonic love. Just appreciating their loveliest, most angelic teacher. And if they aren't, well I'd turn them down. Because I'm married," you flash his your hand, fluttering your fingers where your wedding band glimmers under the light. "And I'm married to you."

Another kiss landed on him, on his lips this time. God you best be thankful you're his spouse.

🧡 👏Jacket👏Sharing👏

"I didn't expect it to be this cold. Is it October already?"

"I'm afraid it is, dear."

"Heh... Autumn air certainly hits different in Georgia then." You chuckle to yourself, rubbing your arms, when a coat lands atop your shoulders. You look up at your husband, who then looked away from you, whilst supressing a besotted smile. "Oh you absolute softie..." You tease, nudging him by the arm before shrugging his coat on.

🧡 He's clingy and he doesn't want to admit it. Well, not that much as he'd state something along the lines of, "I recognise you as your own person, therefore I needn't be attached to at all times even if we are betrothed."

But then you left him for like a week when you were required to get out of the city for your seminars in the university and when you got home you walked in on him like this:

"Woe is me my feathered friend," sighs Jonathan, resting his head in a nestle of his arms by the window ledge. The aforementioned feathered friend came at the form of a crow perched a few inches away from him. "One has not truly suffered if they've not felt the extent of the saturnine silence from the absence of their other half... And I thought I've felt agony at its finest under that wench of a woman's thumb."

"Caw!"

"I concur."

And then when he realised you're there he acts as though the 'lovely feeling of solitary retreat' is now gone and you've ruined it. But you know 😄 We do stan a histrionic king.

🧡 Clings to you in his sleep, so I guess he's the big spoon. You'd feel his arms around you tightening at the smallest movement, groaning and nuzzling his face against your back. But there are times where he also wants to be held, engulfed in your arms, head buried in your chest.

🧡 Hand holding with you is the most calming, most therapeutic thing he has. In public, during walks, sex, etc. It's a feeling that grounds him, reminds him that you're there for him, just as he is for you. Affections are reserved at the privacy of your shared residence, but he likes to hold your hand when you're outside.

🧡 He is highly sentimental. Every letters, gifts, to the random things you give to him that you happen to pick up during walks, photographs... The way he also details every moment with you in his journals in a passing manner.

🧡 Being there comforting whenever he'd have flashbacks and nightmares from when he still lived with his absuive great grandmother. At this times, he liked being held, the warmth and firmness of your hold is what keeps him grounded in reality, along with your sweet whisper against his ear, telling him you were never going to leave him and that his great grandmother was no longer there to hurt him.

🧡 Sharing each others wardrobe is common. Some students can easily identify you wearing Professor Crane's sweater vest whilst he wore your tie. At some instances during chaperoning students at a foreign country where the weather is cold, some of them audibly "awwwwed" when you lent him a coat. They were met with threats of demerits, courtesy of Professor Jonathan.

🧡 Date nights are mandatory every one in a month, just a simple dinner date is the best way to unwind from work. Not only that, it was always at the time where your monthsaries occur, so that's also a plus. He always greets you with gifts spanning from practical gifts, the traditional flowers and sweets, to your interests.

🧡 Sometimes he would be caught in a daze with you in his line of sight, something that typically occurs when you're grading papers together. He has yet to comprehend that he finally had taken the reigns of his own life and paved his own path, leading to you— a spouse of course, peaceful residence where he awoke and first thing he sees is you, a stable job he loves where you happen to be doing the same as well... It was a course his younger self would have never thought his life would turn to, as he mostly thought about perhaps being outlived by his great granny.

Because of this, he cherished every moment with you, as you were always there in his every step of life and wants nothing more than you spend the rest of his life with you by his side.