#anyway. I know I can prepare for it. so I will

[littleslaywrites]

first name basis | aaron hotchner x bau!reader

summary: the team comes over to your place for dinner, and your secret relationship with aaron becomes not so secret. 

word count: 1.7k

cw: fluff, alcohol consumption, yes i know i wrote something similar in january and I didn’t realize it felt familiar until like halfway but here it is anyway because i like the premise

For once, you didn’t have a case on a Friday night.

You’d moved into a new place a few months ago, and you’d been trying to get the team over for dinner since then. But just like everything else in your life, the plans had been interrupted by case after case. 

But today, you had a free evening. So after work, you went to the grocery store, preparing for dinner with the team. You'd laid out the ingredients, breaking in the kitchen with your first real feast in your new apartment.

And after a few hours, you hear a knock on your door. It’s Penelope and Morgan, and throughout the next half hour, the rest of the team follows suit. 

“This is an amazing apartment,” Emily says, looking around. 

“Thanks. I’m just glad somebody could see it,” you say, opening the wine Rossi had brought and handing Emily a glass. “It's been two whole months without anyone on the team having time to come look.”

Really, that’s not the truth. There had been one team member who’d come to visit you. Quite often, actually. Aaron had visited you at any moment he could find between late nights at work. He’d become familiar with the place, knowing what’s in every cabinet and behind every door. 

He shows up last, staying behind at the office to complete paperwork, as usual. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he changed before getting here, wearing a polo and jeans instead of his usual formal suit. Unfortuately, you can't let your gaze linger on his arms, knowing you have to behave while the team has their eyes on you.

He’s brought a case of beer, knowing you well enough to be aware you’d like it more than wine. You smile as casually as possible, putting it in the fridge before checking the oven. 

Aaron stands in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “Need help with anything?”

“Would you mind setting the plates on the table?”

He nods, opening up the cabinet to grab dinner plates. 

Rossi doesn’t miss this exchange, watching as Aaron opens up the cabinets. 

“How’d you know where the plates were, Aaron?” 

Hotch gives Rossi a look, silently telling him to stop profiling him. “Lucky guess,” he deadpans. 

“Lucky guess,” Rossi repeats, taking a sip of his wine. 

You refuse to make eye contact, awkwardly pretending to be busy with mixing up a salad. You can feel Rossi’s eyes on you, but you hope that if you just focus on that salad, all the tension will disappear. 

“It’s so well-lit in here,” JJ says from the living room. 

“Isn’t it? That’s why I chose the unit on the corner.”

Spencer chimes in. “South facing, too. Statistically speaking, it improves mood levels during winter months.”

“Too bad you can’t see the sunrise, though,” Aaron chimes in as he finishes setting the plates down. 

Rossi raises an eyebrow. You know you can brush it off by saying anyone would know you can’t see the sunrise if your apartment faces the South. You will admit it’s a suspicious comment, though, especially for someone who's already scrutinizing your behavior. 

You meet the rest of the team in the living room, taking two beers from the fridge, one for you and one for Aaron. Your hands touch when you give it to him, and even though your heart flutters, you turn back around and give your attention to the group. You're trying to play it as cool as possible, even though you're sure you’re failing. 

The team falls into conversations about anything but work, enjoying the night of finally not being surrounded by gruesome scenes. The group being in your living room is starting to make the house feel like home. 

After a few more minutes, the timer on your phone goes off, and you set the main dish on the table. Emily helps bring out the sides, laying everything out. 

“Dinner’s ready,” you call out, and everyone sits down, serving up the food. 

The smooth flow of the conversation is interrupted by Morgan’s voice. “So are you planning to stay the night, Hotch?”

You give him a sideways glance, trying not to show the internal heart attack you’re having. “Hm?”

“Well, he’s had two beers. Usually he has half of one because he’s all responsible and crap.”

You laugh it off, realizing you’re not caught. “Maybe he’s just letting loose for once.”

“I won’t complain,” Emily says. “Let's hope he’ll be less grumpy come Monday.”

The team all laughs. You let out a small sigh of relief, hoping that’s the end of the questioning for tonight. Obviously, Rossi will have something to say, but at least he won’t call you out in front of the whole team. 

At some point between dinner and dessert, a glass gets knocked over, spilling wine onto the floor. 

“I’ll get the mop,” Hotch says, going to the broom closet.

“Thanks,” you say as you set the glass upright. You don’t notice the look Emily and Derek give each other when he returns with a bucket and mop. 

Emily speaks up when you start to mop up the spill. “Did you profile the apartment to know where to find that?” 

Hotch looks at her. “Maybe.”

It’s not a good excuse, but at least they’re distracted by their own conversation. You set the mop back in its bucket by the kitchen, washing your hands to get ready to serve dessert. 

“Aaron, will you get the cake from the fridge?” You don’t even notice you use his first name, or that Garcia perks up at your words. 

“Wait,” Penelope says with a gasp. “Wait, wait, wait.”

You set the plates for dessert on the table. “Wait for what?”

“The sitting together on the jet, and the knowing where the mop is, and her calling you by your first name,” Penelope says. “I’m connecting the dots here.”

Aaron is currently standing behind you, holding the lemon cake as awkwardly as humanly possible, tension evident in his shoulders while his feet stay stuck to the spot. 

“I’m no profiler, but you two… are you…?”

JJ looks over at Aaron at that. “No way.”

The two of you simply stand there, frozen to the spot, knowing you can’t deny it any longer but unsure of how to fess up. 

Rossi gives a chuckle. “It’s about time.”

Emily gasps, lowering her wine glass. “Seriously?”

You look to Aaron, who gives you the most minuscule of nods. You nod back with a small sigh. 

“Yeah. Seriously.”

Spencer almost drops his fork at that. “How long?”

“About seven months,” Aaron answers. 

The table almost erupts at the revelation.

 “Seven?” Emily sets down her glass so she can fully focus on getting all the information out of you. “How didn’t we notice?”

“I knew it. He’d always look just slightly less grumpy when she was in the room,” Garcia adds. 

JJ looks at you. “How did you hide this from us for so long?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Hotch says. “We just didn’t want to make things complicated for the team.”

He finally moves, setting the cake down on the table. You take that as your cue to sit down, the two of you joining the rest of them at the table. 

“You two forget who you work with,” Rossi says with a smirk. “We’d figure it out eventually.”

Aaron reaches for your hand under the table. You almost forget you don’t have to hide anymore, but then you take it, knowing it doesn’t matter if everyone sees. 

Emily smiles, holding up her glass. “Well, cheers to you two, for being the best secret keepers on the team.”

“And cheers to Hotch, for finally getting a date,” Morgan adds as you all clink glasses. 

The team laughs as Aaron gives him a look.

“What? I’m still processing the fact that Hotch has a dating life,” Morgan says as he takes a sip. 

You all laugh again, and the team falls into asking all the questions in the world about your relationship while eating dessert.

Later that evening, you’re in the kitchen, drying the dishes you just washed while the rest of the team chats in the living room. You feel a hand on your lower back, instantly knowing it’s Aaron’s. 

You turn around, meeting his eyes. 

“You handled that well,” he says.

You lean back against the counter. “You weren’t too bad yourself. Once you got over yourself and stopped being frozen in place.”

He laughs softly. “I know, I know. I was trying to hide behind the cake, I guess.”

You giggle, drying your hands. “It had to come out eventually.” 

“I was hoping for later. Maybe next year. Or next decade.”

“Yeah. But better here than in the middle of a case.”

He nods, taking your hand. “I think Rossi’s been onto us for weeks now.”

“I think he was onto us that morning you brought me coffee and said it was ‘from my favorite place.’”

He hums, and you look into his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m relieved.”

“Relieved?”

“I don’t like hiding you,” he says, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It was nearly impossible to pretend not to be in love with you all the time.”

You freeze for a second, tilting your head. “That’s the first time you've said that.”

“I mean it.”

He gazes at you, as steady as he always is. “I know. I mean it.”

You smile. “I love you, too.”

The corners of his mouth curve into that small smile that hardly anyone but you gets the privilege of seeing. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

Behind you, you hear a squeal that could only come from Penelope. 

“Oh my god, you two are so cute,” she exclaims. 

“We’re never hearing the end of this, are we?”

You wrap your arms around him. “Nope.”

But as the laughter of the team fills the apartment, you’re not even close to embarrassed at the revelation in the way you’d expected to be. You’re happy, excited that the team is just as excited about your love as the two of you are. And as Aaron wraps his arms around you, you can’t find it in yourself to feel anything but joy. 

author's note: ignore that this is like the same story i've written before just in a new setting. anyway i will get to requests but i've been in such a fluffy mood and all of them are smut/angst but i promise i will get over this writer's block and start working on them.

[idllytarott]

— channeled messages for the future.

What awaits you in the near future? Pick a picture and find out.

My Catalog.

— one.

Your future is kind of uncertain right now, you are dealing with a lot of indecisiveness, not for a lack of options in opportunities, but because you don't know where to choose from. Things are happening too fast and you might not feel prepared for what is to come, you feel like having more options is more trouble, you don't want to have to decide on something, whether it is academic or work related, even talking about relationships, leaving home, starting something new. You feel unprepared for new things at this moment, but they will happen anyways, you will have to make a decision eventually. Choose for you, not for others, part of why you're so indecisive is because you don't want to hurt anybody when you pick what you really want, but you can't think about others forever, right? If you don't think about your own future, no one will!

— two.

Your future can be coming in much faster than you'd think, you have been doing the work internally and externally, and moving very fast, using any way you can to advance to your final goal. I see you're a very ambitious person and you spend everyday like it is the last, you are arriving quick to where you want, but in the process you will lose your temper or the focus of what truly is important in this time, too much impatience and goal oriented mind will make you feel irritated and like only you and your achievements matter, when that is not the case. Try to take some time to smell the flowers, you are already halfway there, but you need to be more collected, appreciate what you already have, be more social, more present, otherwise, good things are coming your way, fast, your future looks busy and promising.

— three.

Your future has beautiful energy, if you've been waiting for good news or an excuse to leave a place, you'll get that, your wishes are about to come true, even if it was the simplest wish, things will turn around for the better for you in the near future, you'll get a chance to decide what do you want for you and those close to you, specially if you have people depending on you. I see plans for traveling or leaving a toxic place or relationship behind, it will be possible, but you are going to have to ask for that help, if you're not in the best state mentally or in a bad situation, a little help from a friend will go a long way, If you want to leave something behind, accept that you do have a future, stagnancy is probably something you're scared of going into, get up and change it! it gets easier when you acknowledge it.

— four.

Your future is kind of complicated, you will face trials and tribulations in the near future, you'll have a difficult time coming to terms with things ending, and that'll slow the process of moving on for you, there will be things and situations you will not know how to deal with and you'll feel trapped in a loop of memories. It'll be important that you don't restore to cheap thrills, the future can change if you recognize your own bad patterns and try to move on from them, there will be good things coming but you have to be open to accept them, especially people and most especially new people, don't compromise to anything not now or in the future, stick to the present, go day by day.

my paid readings <3

[aizenat]

Hate to do the “these kids get offended by everything” but I wasn’t condescending. I was commenting that we’re about to enter this era where younger zoomers who don’t understand WHY we were saying what we were in the 2010s are going to be reinventing the wheel/convos because you just weren’t there then. I would apologize for my attempt at making a lighthearted joke read to you as me condescending, but I’m no longer apologizing for people misunderstanding my intentions. It is what it is lol 🤷🏾‍♀️.

BECAUSE you’re young and obviously exploring the politics of the 2010s (in order to better understand how we ended up HERE), I was hoping you (or anyone following me who would see my response lol) would see me point this misinterpretation out so more people (ESPECIALLY yall younger folk) can recognize it when it happens so we’re more prepared to push against it. I didn’t quite realize the disconnect I pointed out until reading this; that’s really the only reason I used your op as a springboard to make that point.

There’s like this saying that essentially says not to assume everything said is done so in malice. I know the evilness of the internet has you primed to see any joke as snark or whatever, but some of us are from a generation where we just make jokey-jokes and nothing is anywhere near as deep or ill intended as I’ve noticed a lot of yall kids seem to assume. I AM sorry the world had been so unkind to your generation, especially online, that you all seem ready to have to respond to hate even when it’s not given. When I’m just making a quick point online with my thumbs, I’m not taking hours to make sure it’s worded super perfectly so no one can misinterpret my meaning. And my own personal experience also says that effort is a waste anyway because everyone on the internet is primed for arguing. So whatever. Blessed be.

I hate the term ‘slutshaming’ idk I think ‘sex shaming’ would have worked just as well to address how women are shamed for being normal sexual human beings while men get a free pass to fuck anything that moves. ‘slutshaming’ kinda sounds like it still implies you’re a slut if you have sex in any capacity which is counter productive. I understand the meaning is supposed to be that someone is shaming the woman by saying she is a slut, aka slutshaming, but its just not an ideal term to describe what is actually happening. Anyone else feel this way or am I reading too deep into it? 🥸

[russosimp]

Massage (g!p Alessia Russo x reader)

Summary: Alessia massages you and things quickly escalate from innocent to sensual and hot 18+

Warnings: smut, g!p Alessia, fingering, handjob, unprotected p in v, little bit of a breeding kink, soft to rough

Word count: 4k (don't know how that happened, oops)

You've been sore in your shoulders and back all week. It's been a tough few days at work and you have been so tense that you now feel it all over your back, even though you work in an office.

Alessia notices your discomfort almost immediately after your walk through the door when you make it home on Friday evening.

"Are you alright babe, you seem a bit off?" She asks you from where she's lounging on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit stiff from working so much this week. Nothing a hot bath and a good night's sleep can't fix." You tell her and sink down on the couch next to her, leaning into her body. She welcomes you with open arms, pulling you into her side.

"How about I run you that bath then after dinner? We can eat in a couple of minutes, it's just in the oven."

You hum at the thought, appreciative of her thoughtfulness.

Just as she offered, she runs you a bath after dinner. You lie in the hot water, letting go of the stressful week. Relaxation washes over you and you feel your back already feeling less tense.

After a while, Alessia pokes her head into the bathroom.

"All good in here? Do you want another glass of wine?"

You decline the offer, the combination of the hot water with only one glass of wine has been enough for your head already, you don't want to get drunk. Although you do appreciate the slight buzz that's washed over you.

"I was thinking that I could give you a massage when you're finished with the bath? Really work out the knots in your back now that they're all loose from the warmth of the water anyway?"

That's definitely an offer you can't and won't decline. Alessia doesn't give you massages often enough in your opinion even though she is quite skilled with her hands, so you obviously take her offer.

When you get out of the water, you dry yourself and then walk into the bedroom, where Alessia is already busy with preparing your bed. She's got the massage oil on the bedside table and is currently putting one of you big beach towels on your sheets so that the oil doesn't ruin them. The towel is almost as big as your mattress itself is which is a huge plus.

Alessia looks at you over her shoulder and sends you a small smile. You also don't miss the appreciative glance she gives your still very much naked body.

You walk over to her and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for taking care of me, Less."

"Of course, babe!" Alessia smiles at you. "I'm just going to wash my hands really quick and then we're all ready to go."

While Alessia is in the bathroom, you get on the bed and lie down on your front, head tilted on a pillow and arms parallel to your body.

Alessia enters the bedroom and gets the bottle of massage oil from the bedside table before getting on the bed as well. She straddles your thighs to have better access to your back.

She bends over and leaves a couple of kisses on your neck. "Relax, babe." She whispers into your ear.

You then feel her drizzling oil over your back and your shoulders and then you hear her rubbing her hands, probably to make sure they're warm and you won't get any bad surprises with some cold hands on you.

Her hands slowly start spreading the oil all over your back and shoulders, before she starts to actually massage you.

Alessia's hands all over your back feel almost heavenly after the week you've had. Her hands start to slowly massage your shoulders at first, working out some of the knots especially in the upper area near your neck which have been bothering your for a while.

She starts to make her way downwards to your back, running her hands up and down, just loosening your tight muscles there. You marvel at the feeling and close your eyes, completely giving yourself over to the feeling.

Her hands work on one side now and you can't help but notice how huge her hands feel on you. It's something you obviously know already but you always notice the size of her hands a bit more when she's massaging you. Your thoughts going to her hands sends a different kind of shiver down your back and your head fills with thoughts of her hands wandering down even more.

When she focuses on one particular knot on your lower back you can't help but moan, not just at the great feeling of getting a back massage but also at the thoughts that are now in your head. You both know that Alessia's hands are a massive turn-on for you but you didn't think you were in the mood since you felt absolutely exhausted just up until a minute ago.

Well, how fast Alessia (and her hands) can change your mind.

She stays on that knot for a while longer, eliciting a few more moans from you. "Feels so good, Lessi."

Her hands wander upwards again, and then she is back to running her hands up and down your back slowly. You feel youself breathing heavier now and you know Alessia can hear it, too.

You feel Alessia lifting herself up and off your thigs. Before you can complain, the bed dips beside you and her hands are back on you again. She spends a couple of minutes just slowly rubbing your back from her spot, kneeling beside you. Neither of your talk, you're enjoying the feeling of her hands on you way too much to have a conversation and she seems fully concentrated on her task.

But then you feel oil being drizzled on your ass cheeks, making you groan at the prospect of her hands on there. And sure enough, her hands come to your ass immediately, spreading the oil and massaging your cheeks.

You feel a couple of drops of the oil slowly running down your ass and making their way towards your cunt, making you moan at the feeling.

You're always very responsive to any touch on your ass and you feel yourself rolling your hips just a little bit in tune with Alessia's touch.

She's using her thumbs to dig them into your ass cheeks now, slowly massaging you as you softly moan along. Her hands don't go any further down though, so far she has only touched your thighs right where they meet your ass, you'd like her to go to your inner thighs, but she is staying on your ass. For now.

She is going in a bit firmer now, pretty much kneading your ass cheeks which has you moaning even more than before. Your moans are all a bit muffled by the pillow beneath your head but you know she can hear them anyway.

Alessia's massage itself but especially her hands on your ass turn you on. You can feel that you're getting wetter by the minute, even though she's barely crossed the line of an innocent massage so far.

You slowly open your legs a bit and then bend the knee that's closer to Alessia, pushing it up and effectively presenting your glistening cunt to your girlfriend.

There's a sharp intake of breath at your movement and you smile to yourself, satisfied. It's good to know that Alessia isn't as unaffected as she's made it seem so far.

Her hands go a little further now, starting to massage your inner thighs as well. You bite your lip, you want to tell her to please touch your cunt. But her hands being everywhere but there feels amazing, too. The anticipation builds the tension deep within your core and you enjoy that feeling too much to beg her to do something yet.

She lets her hands wander upwards again, over your sides. Her fingers lightly graze the side of your tits which you just know is a deliberate choice to tease you even further.

The touch made you aware just how hard your nipples are, even though they're completely pressed into the sheets beneath you. You bring your arms, that have been on your sides, up and put them under your head. This pushes your upper body just a tiny bit off the bed which gives Alessia a bit more room to touch your tits when her hands make their way down from your shoulders again.

Alessia stops at your thighs and starts to knead your flesh there, slowly inching closer to your cunt with each touch. You whine deep in the back of your throat and push your hips in the direction of her hands.

You can hear her chuckle at your impatience.

But apparently your movements are enough to spur her on. Finally, you feel her hands going down the side of your thigh, lightly brushing your folds with the side of her hand.

Automatically, you feel yourself clench around nothing.

She repeats the same movement a couple of times, each time keeping her hand on your thigh and only touching your cunt seemingly on accident. Of course you know it's not by accident but the touch is so light that it sure seems that way.

As a result, you open up yourself even further. You push your other knee up as well, so that both your thighs are splayed, effectively spreading your cunt open for her.

You hear her shuffle a bit closer and then each of her hands are on each of your thighs, right at the edge of your cunt. She pushes downwards which traps your folds between her hands. You groan loudly at the sensation of your cunt being squished by her hands, it gives you just the slightest fraction on you clit.

After repeating that notion a few times, she finally has mercy on you and you feel her fingers parting your folds and lightly stroking your cunt. She lets her fingers run over your cunt, coating them in your arousal.

Again, you hear her breathing pretty hard, before she finally sinks her fingers into your pussy. You whimper at the intrusion of two fingers at once.

She slowly works her fingers in and out of you, stroking you, but not fast enough to really give you the friction you'd need to get over the edge you've been at for a while now. She seems to want to keep you there as she doesn't increase her pace at all, just stroking you slowly.

You softly moan with her strokes, they feel good, her long and thick fingers touching you much deeper than most people could with their hands. Two of her big fingers already feel amazing, but you also know what three fingers feel like. "F-fuck, please add one more, Lessi."

Surprisingly, she obliges instantly and adds a third finger with her next stroke into you. You moan at the feeling of being stretched just a bit more. To spur her on even further, you start to lightly rock into her hand.

That's when she curls her fingers inside of you, she doesn't pull out this time, but instead finds your g-spot and massages it with her fingers while still moving her hand in rocking motions. You feel your orgasm building up inside of you and clench around her fingers.

But instead of continuing her work on your g-spot, she slowly pulls out of you, making you whine at her not letting you finish.

"I know, baby, that's mean, isn't it?" She softly coos. "Just a bit more patience."

You feel the bed dip and open your eyes. There she is, sitting down next to you, back resting on the headboard, her cock rock-hard if the tent in her shorts is anything to go by.

Before you can ask her what she's doing, she's already pulling you up. She turns you around and places you against her. Now you're resting with your back against her front, sitting in between her spreaded legs. You can feel her cock pocking against you but she doesn't seem concered about herself right now.

Her arms come around you and she pulls you more against herself. She gets the oil from somewhere next you and drizzles some on your tits and stomach and then lets her hands roam your body, rubbing the oil all over you.

You let your head fall back against her shoulder, exhaling slowly and enjoying her soft touches everywhere. She cups the undersides of your tits and kneads them, making you moan. Her thumbs slowly circle your nipples very softly at first, before she squeezes your tits and tweaks your sensitive nipples. You whimper at the sensation.

You feel her lips trailing wet kisses on your neck and turn your head to face her. She kisses you deeply and slowly. You open your mouth and let her tongue explore your mouth, dancing against your own. It's all slow and without hurry, just feeling each other.

While you kiss, her hands wander down your body, and she spreads your legs against her own, opening you up once more. Her hands slowly trail over your thighs before making their way up to your tits again.

You whimper into her mouth at the loss of her hands near your cunt and pull away from her lips. The lost orgasm from before is still fresh on your mind and her hands on your tits aren't doing enough for you. "Babe- please touch me. Let me cu-m."

Alessia clicks her tongue but her hands slowly glide down your body anyway. She places her hands on either side of your cunt, pressing your folds between her fingers again. She pulls your cunt open with her next movement, slowly running the tips of her fingers over your exposed pussy. Her index fingers are on either side of your clit, not touching, just moving up and down right around it.

You moan at the sensation. Even though she's not touching your clit, her movements feel very good and go straight to your core. You can feel the pressure building inside of you once again, it doesn't take much this time as it hasn't been released yet.

But you also know that her running her fingers around your cunt won't be enough.

Thankfully, she doesn't keep you waiting any longer and finally lets her fingers run over your clit. It's just a featherlight touch but it sends a jolt through your whole body. You moan loudly. "Yes, right there!"

Alessia leaves a few open mouthed kisses against on the side of your neck and whispers into your ear. "Do you want my fingers, too, baby?"

You nod violently. "Yes! Please, fuck me, Less, oh god- need you now."

She doesn't have to be asked twice and pushes three of her big fingers inside of you at once, making you scream. Her pace isn't as slow as it was before but it's still not fast, it's still more strokes than thrusts. But the palm of her hand makes all the difference. Because of the angle and the size of her hands, her palm grazes over your clit with each push of her fingers into your cunt.

It doesn't take long until the pressure in your core unravels and you cum with a long moan of her name. She keeps her finges going, guiding you through your orgasm.

You lean even more heavily into her when you slowly come down from your high. She nips at your neck while you catch your breath.

Then, you push yourself off her, turning around to face her. You kiss her slowly, still not rushing anything. When you break the kiss you tug at the hem of her shirt, she's definitely wearing too many clothes in your opinion. She lifts her arms and lets you take the shirt off. You continue with her bra which you throw in the same direction you had her shirt.

You sit back to make room for her to push down her shorts. She does and you watch as her thick cock springs free.

"Lie down." You tell her and she obliges, scooting down until she's lying flat on her back.

You swing you leg over her, straddling her thighs, her cock standing right in front of you. She's leaking pre-cum, obviously very turned on by the direction the massage had taken.

You take her cock in both your hands, swiping over her tip with one of your thumbs, and collecting her pre-cum to spread it over her cock. You slowly stroke her with both your hands, listening to her breaths getting deeper again.

You lift yourself off her thighs and shuffle upwards. Her hands immediately come to your thighs, lightly running over them. She's clearly expecting you to sink down on her cock but you have a different idea. You do sink down but you bend her cock towards her stomach and then trap it there, between her stomach and your very wet cunt.

"You- feel so good!" She almost stumbles over her words.

Slowly, you start gliding over her cock with your glistening cunt, coating her with a mixture of your slick and some massage oil. One of your hands stay on her cock, massaging her tip while you glide over the base and its length.

Alessia is a moaning mess now, her grip on your thighs is almost painful as she's digging her fingers in your flesh. You know she can't help it with how much she's enjoying this position.

Feeling the need to just feel more of her, you let yourself fall forward, now lying on top of her. Your cunt is still gliding over her cock but you also use your very oiled up body to glide over her upper body as well. Your tits rub against each other, both of your nipples hard. You kiss Alessia briefly but you're both panting too hard to actually maintain a kiss.

Your movements get a bit less controlled the more turned on you get. Alessia's hands come up to your hips, trying to guide you a bit more and maintain a rhythm. That doesn't prevent her cock slipping out from in between you as you slide up just a bit too high on her body. You're both too much into your movements to let that stop you though, feeling her now slick body beneath your own makes you feel so connected to her.

For the next few downwards movements of your body, you feel her cock sometimes slide a bit between you and sometimes poke against one of your ass cheeks.

You lift your body a bit trying to get her cock in between your bodies again, wanting to get her to cum like this. At the same time, she guides your hips, stabilizing them in your sometimes erratic movements.

Suddenly, you feel her cock slip right into your cunt at your next downwards movement. You both still for a split second and then moan loudly in unison at the feeling of her filling you completely so abruptly.

You continue sliding up and down her body, but now you're also sliding up and down her cock. She had bottomed out in you with the first thrust so that you now fuck yourself on her cock deeply from the beginning, not needing to adjust anymore.

Alessia is letting you set the pace and doesn't take over, even though she's usually more in control between the two of you.

You listen to the sounds in your room, the only thing you can hear are both of you panting, the sounds your slick bodies make against each other, and the wet sounds of your cunt. Really listening to these sounds makes you clench around Alessia's cock and you feel that you're close to your second orgasm.

As you chase your orgasm, your movements get faster. You feel Alessia's thick, veiny cock running along your walls and then she twitches inside of you.

"I- I'm gonna cum." She breathes out and that's what sends you over the edge. The sheer prospect of her cumming inside of your makes you cum.

You clench around her cock which in turn makes Alessia cum as well. She loudly grunts and thrust upwards into you just once and then holds you against herself. You can feel her cock twitching as she shoots her strings of hot, thick cum into you.

"Fucking take all of it." She grunts and rocks her hips once more, somehow gettig even deeper than before. The movement makes you moan and you can feel another load of cum spraying into you.

You lie on top of her, both of you panting heavily. You feel absolutely boneless, slumped into Alessia's body, her arms the only thing holding you in place.

After a few moments, you feel her cock softening inside of you and start to slide off her, going to lie next to her instead.

But her arms lock you in place, not letting you move further.

"No, stay." She says, still a bit breathless. "Want my cum to stay inside of you."

And well, that's not new, she has a bit of an obsession with her cum not dripping out of you. It's hot when she gets a bit of tunnelvision about it.

You lie your head onto her chest, enjoying the closeness and her warmth. You could fall asleep like that, and knowing her, Alessia would probably like to sleep with her cock inside of you.

But you can feel her cock hardening inside of you again before you get even close to sleep. You lift your head up to look at her.

Instead of saying anything, Alessia just grins at you, her wide, kind of juvenile grin you like so much.

Now, she does lift you off of her and places you on the mattress next to her. She's immediately on you, taking both of your legs and pushes them upwards and over her shoulders, giving her the best access to your cunt.

She guides her cock to scoop up the little bit of cum that started oozing out of you.

"Keep it all in." She mumbles more to herself, before she thrusts into you again and starts to fuck her cum back into you. She bottoms out with this first thrust again, filling you once more.

She starts with deliberate and hard thrusts, making you cry out with each one. You can hear the absolute obscene sounds your wet, and filled to the brink with cum, pussy makes against her cock with each thrust.

Your walls flatter around her, absolutely spent and overstimulated.

Alessia quickens her pace, fucking hard and deep into you.

"Come on, I know you can give me one more." She pants above you, her thrusts unrelenting.

Before you even know what's going on, you're thrust into your next orgasm. The coil in your stomach snaps with no warning, making your body shake from the impact. You moan, uncontrolled and unabashed.

Alessia fucks you through your orgasm, talking you through it as well. "That's my girl, you're doing so good for me- oh god, I'm gonna cum!"

She's practically babbling by the end, chasing her own orgasm. Her thrusts go from deep and deliberate to erratic with an even faster pace, letting you know that she's very close, too.

With a stutter of her hips, she unloads in you, moaning deeply.

"F-fuck, I'm cumming, take it, baby!" Her thick cum hits your insides, mixing with her previous load, filling you even more than you already had been. You moan with her, the feeling of her cum filling you absolutely overwhelming you in a delicious way.

[stygiansauce]

There are two ways I deal with mid day burnout/writers block

Take a walk! Pace the apartment, go outside and drink in the sun. Open a window just to breath in the ouside air!

Gander through fanart. Find myself inspired again by the amazing support of my community and be reminded that people enjoy my art no matter how long it takes.

And the secret thrid option: Lay in bed for an hour and watch Tango Tek Hermitcraft 7. Make a caffine shot, take a 15 minute military style powernap and then pound out 2K like Joel Smallishbeans himself is standing behind me and will call me names if I stop typing.

anyways, I got the wip for wip wednesday ready.

[d4n1elll4]

───〃𖹭 THEODORE NOTT

“Cynical? Me? I'll have you know that I make daisy-chains and frolic with unicorns on the weekends.”

𖹭 BELLA, I THINK YOU DROPPED SOMETHING—MY HEART. by hjpsdiary [DRABBLE] [0.4K]

⇢ Theo asks you to the Yulle Ball.

𖹭 DARLING SOCIALITE by fangisms [ONESHOT] [1.3K]

⇢ You are talkative as all hell, and Theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener.

𖹭 FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS by dramaticals [ONESHOT] [4.6K]

⇢ Enemies with benefits with Theo where they're constantly insulting each other but they still can't get enough.

𖹭 HIDE by bettymylove [DRABBLE] [0.3K]

⇢ You, an animagus, hide away and Theo cannot find you.

𖹭* I DARE YOU TO STEAL HIS CLOTHES | PT.2 by papercorgiworld [TWOSHOT]

⇢ Luna dares you to steal his clothes while he’s showering. I mean what can possibly go wrong…? *wink wink*

𖹭 I THOUGHT YOU KNEW by agirlsguidetolove [DRABBLE] [0.9K]

⇢ “I thought you knew?” “You thought I knew we were dating?” “Yes!” “How would i know that, Nott? You never told me!”

𖹭 LESSONS IN LOVE by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [3.3K]

⇢ Why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making.

𖹭 LOVE LIES by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [5.2K]

⇢ You’re just as confused as everyone else when your mortal enemy wakes up fully convinced that you’re the love of his life. (Spoiler alert: literally no one else was surprised)

𖹭 MY NECKLACE by anawritez-posts [DRABBLE] [0.4K]

⇢ You’re wearing a necklace Theo gave you years ago when you were best friend, and he can’t stop staring at hit.

𖹭 OH HEART, AND THEN IT FALLS by cupidddd-d [DRABBLE] [0.6K]

⇢ In which Theodore Nott is actually nice to you?

𖹭 PERSONAL HEATER by bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove [DRABBLE] [0.6K]

⇢ Theo acts as his sleepy girlfriends personal heater on the night before Christmas, much to the dislike of their friends and roommates.

𖹭 PET DATES by drmaddict [ONESHOT] [3.7K]

⇢ When Theo took a cat into his dormitory one evening, he didn't expect to wake up next to a girl the next morning. You, who were walking around the school in your Animagus form, didn't really expect to be used as a teddy bear that night either. NOTE: I LOVE this kind of tropes, this one is *chef kiss* hihi.

𖹭* THAT’S WHAT I SAID by iniquitousyearning [ONESHOT] [3K]

⇢ Your boyfriend was telling you about his day, when he began speaking fluent Italian, knowing damn well you only knew select words. When you asked him to repeat it, he had you come sit on his lap and ended up doing a little more than just repeating it.

𖹭 THE CAT CHRONICLES by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [5.9K]

⇢ Five times Theodore Nott “accidentally” stole your cat.

𖹭 THE BOY WHO STARES | THE BOY WHO FOLDED FIRST by iris-qt [TWOSHOT] [2.4K]

⇢ Theodore Nott keeps staring at you in class, and you’re this close to assuming he’s plotting your doom. Turns out, he’s just catastrophically bad at flirting.

𖹭 WHY COULDN’T IT’VE BEEN MINIGOLF by obsessedwithceleste [ONESHOT] [1.9K]

⇢ Your boyfriend is working at a haunted house, but you’d prefer to be literally anywhere else at the carnival.

𖹭 YOU by cryonme [ONESHOT] [1.3K]

⇢ Theo has a temper and a certain grumpiness about him, except with you, no, never with you.

𖹭 YOU’VE BEWITCHED ME by patrophthia [DRABBLE] [0.5K]

⇢ Theodore Nott knows potions, their taste and timing, the trick of a charm and its unraveling. But nothing in his practiced spellbook prepared him for you — your smile, your softness, the way you hold his hand like it anchors your entire world. This isn’t love potion. It’s worse. It’s real.

NOTE: So Theo Nott doesn’t really have any lines in the books or the movies (that I’m aware of anyway) so the quote I used is actually from a dramione fanfiction on Ao3 called Isolation by bexchan. You may have heard of it :) Here’s a LINK if you’d like to read it.

[luvseisagi]

—s. across the wrong universe.

chapter 09. caramel iced coffee

(🕷️) smau + narrated ch.

content. cussing. a little bit of angst at the end.

the little bell on the café door rings when you walk in —a soft little chime that announces a new customer— and you're instantly wrapped in an atmosphere you're already used to, one that feels almost as much like home as your own apartment.

a small smile blooms on your lips at the familiar scent of freshly baked pastries, ground coffee, and ripe fruit; the warm colors of the place welcome you as you weave between tables toward the last one —where reo and nagi are already waiting, halfway through their breakfast, and chigiri sits in his staff apron.

“finally, the princess appears,” reo lifts an eyebrow at you before you even sit down, next to nagi, who pats your head lazily as a greeting.

“when was the last meeting you attended? a month ago?” reo continues. it sounds like a complaint, but the soft smile he gives you after says he’s actually just glad to see you.

you shake your head. “mmm, no. i was here the day we talked about changing the layout of the twitter account.”

chigiri tilts his head. "well, yeah. that was a month ago."

you’re about to protest, but then realize you can’t —he’s right. has it really been that long? between exam stress, the whole spider-people situation, and rin barely being home for over a week, time's just slipped through your fingers.

“alright, let’s start. the other day, before he disappeared, i found a piece of green spiderman's web and i want to analyze it.” reo declares dramatically, opening his arms and hitting nagi by accident —the streamer doesn’t even blink. “so in today’s meeting, we’re going to discuss what it could-”

however, reo’s theatrical introduction is suddenly interrupted when he sees a waiter approaching your table.

reo and nagi already have their drinks. chigiri is sipping on a smoothie. the waiter holds a tray with a single glass and a cookie.

you glance at the tray. no one says anything for a second.

chigiri clears his throat. “guys, this is yoichi. he started working last week.” he shifts his chair so the boy can step closer. “yoichi, are you on break? you can deliver that and sit with us if you want. what’s your take on spider-man?”

no one really notices the subtle side-eye reo gives him, because the new guy quietly shakes his head and sets the drink and cookie in front of you.

"uh... this is for you, right? caramel iced coffee with a chocolate drizzle and a red velvet cookie.”

again, silence.

“…i��” you look from the tray to him, then to the table, then back again. it looks like he’s avoiding your gaze. “i mean, yeah, it’s my usual. but i didn’t order anything.”

yoichi freezes, as if he had been under a spell until now and had just broken it. you're pretty sure his face was a couple of shades less red before.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i… i guess you reminded me of someone who used to order that. i must’ve made a mistake. i’ll take it back right now.”

he moves quickly to grab the drink, but you interrupt him—your fingers on the sleeve of his white shirt grabbing his arm.

isagi prays you don't notice his heartbeat speeding up.

“no, it’s fine,” you say, smiling politely. “it’s what i was going to order anyway. besides, these cookies are the best thing this café has.”

you look up at him “thank you, yoichi.”

"uh... it's nothing.” 

he smiles back —a little nervous, a little dazed— and quickly walks off with the now empty tray under his arm and his whole face red.

how could he have been so stupid? he didn't even have time to think about what he was doing —saw you walking through the door and felt the need to approach you. he didn't even know he remembered your order by heart. he hadn't even realized that he'd been preparing it for him all week —like he was waiting for you.

he manages to calm down and plaster a fake smile on his face when another customer walks through the door, and he can finally focus on something that’s not you —it was like this in his universe, too. nothing else ever existed for him when you were near him.

and when the café quiets down again, he can’t help it —his eyes drift back to your table. he’s not staring, just glancing, but he can’t take his eyes off you.

you are wearing a t-shirt that belonged to him in his universe, but it's black instead of blue —he almost breaks the blender again when the thought that rin might have lent it to you crosses his mind. your hair is slightly longer, he thinks, and his yn never puts her hair up —if you were too lazy to comb your hair, isagi always offered to braid it. 

also, you look healthier, more alive, here —no dark circles under your eyes, no tired smiles or forced laughter. maybe it's because you don't have a shitty boyfriend stressing you out day and night in this universe.

he bites his cheek and he tells himself not to care, but he can’t help it. 

when you laugh again, he sees the way you lean toward your friends, relaxed, like you belong here.

and then he finds himself wondering which hurts more —a world where he never had you, or one where he can't have you at all.

chapter 08. ✦ masterlist. ✦ chapter 10.

author's note. "u hate me in the right universe and i cant love u in the wrong one" i want to rip out my heart but fear i love this passionately

tags ౨ৎ @levihanmyotp @inojuuy @blu3-l0v3r @rohfulike @inosukehana @cruziival72 @kuromixheartzzz @koko-77 @kurona-theshark @yoichiin @elliehenry24 @kuronarnze @sugarcor3 @ranzess @lovingmayday @vinzcoke @soph1sticatedly @l0v3ly-st4rs @milkteeboba @ilovewonyo @mivqko @beepbopzlorp @thatmf-jay @angelhqlo1111 @jnkosstuff @ssngkk @c4ttheart @risagichi @neeeooon @emicatz @chokifandom @n0tbelle @veyyluvezcats @saekisserfr @scoosh4you @ihsoti @nana7nana777 @sillymil .ᐟ

﹫luvseisagi, june 2025.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Fan translation only. Accuracy not 100%. Please expect grammatical errors. Creative liberties are taken. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere, claim them as your own, or use them without my permission. Thank you for your support! ☾.

It all happened so suddenly.

Darius: Did you clear your schedule for today and tomorrow?

Kate: I did, has something happened?

Darius was sitting on the sofa, staring in my direction.

A few days ago, he told me to keep my schedule open.

I wasn’t told where we were going or what we were doing, but today had finally arrived.

He suddenly burst into a big smile.

However, even though he was smiling, there was something unsettling about his smile.

Darius: Kate, let’s get married.

Kate: …….What?

Kate: WHAAAAT?!

Apparently, there’s an organization called Tiamo, whose motto is, “True love is impartial.”

Visiting couples can have a wedding ceremony at low cost in the church on the premises.

There is also a system in place to support the couple's livelihood after the ceremony.

Additionally, if those who hold their ceremony at Tiamo give birth to children, there are facilities like nurseries to look after them.

Further, the weddings can be held for free, on the condition that the couple works within Tiamo for free—

Darius: I need a bride to sneak in.

Darius: That’s why I brought you along.

It seems there’s something Darius wants to look into at Tiamo, and he’s intends to take me along as bride to go undercover.

Kate: I understand the reasoning……

(But I haven’t even informed Crown….!)

While I was perturbed over being forcibly taken away, he continued to speak calmly.

Darius: Don’t worry about Crown. I’ll tell them why I borrowed you once this is over.

Darius: I’ll just say it was to entertain their guest from Germany, and it’ll be fine.

With my anxiety still lingering, the carriage came to a halt and we arrived at Tiamo.

Kate: What are you trying to find out by going undercover?

Darius: I heard there was someone here who seemed to be cursed, so I thought I'd look into myself.

He rose up, got off the carriage first, and extends his hand to me.

Darius: If it’s true, I want him to become a part of my family.

For some reason, his broad smile sent chills down my spine, making me hesitate to take his hand.

But he seized my hand anyway and whispered in my ear as he escorted me.

Darius: As my bride, you have to be a good girl, and not do anything unnecessary.

Female Staff: Mister Darius, Miss Kate, we’ve been expecting you.

Technically, it's Female Tiamo Employee, but that's too long.

Female Staff: We warmly welcome you both to Tiamo.

We were greeted by a staff member who seemed to know we were coming, and were then invited inside the facility.

Female Staff: The ceremony is scheduled for tomorrow morning.

Female Staff: Until then, we have prepared a room for you to confirm your love for each other. You’ll be staying here today—

Kate: Wa-Wait a minute.

Tugging on his sleeve, he leans over and I whisper to him behind my hand.

Kate: I didn’t hear anything about staying overnight, and how did they even know we were coming?

Darius: I told you to keep your schedule open today and tomorrow. And they knew we about our arrival because I made a reservation a few days ago.

Kate: Then you should have said so ahead of time…!

Tomorrow’s the ceremony and tonight we’re supposed to stay in this room to confirm our love—

(So that means I’ll be spending the night in the same room as Darius?!)

The employee tilts her head as she notices me panic at this unexpected turn of events.

Female Staff: Is there an issue?

Then Darius took my hand and interlocked our fingers—

Darius: My wife’s very shy.

Darius: She likely embarrassed about affirming our love all day long. Aren’t you?

Behind the sweet expression that stared at me, I could feel the pressure not to say anything inessential.

Kate: Th-That’s right! But I’m not your wife yet.

Darius: Maybe I was a bit hasty there.

When we lightly lifted our united hands to play up our relationship, the employee smiled and then turned to begin the tour of the facility.

When the worker turned their back, I tried to let go of his hand, but his fingers squeezed tightly to prevent me from doing so.

Kate: Darius, your hand…..

Darius: We’re a loving couple, so we need to make sure everyone understands that.

Darius: Make yourself look a bit more excited. You can make a happy, silly little human face can’t you?

Kate: …..Why do you always ask me to do unreasonable things?!

Out of nowhere, my held hand was gripped so tightly that it hurt.

Darius: Your hands are pretty small, completely different from mine.

Darius: They could break if too much force is used. ……Isn’t that right, Kate?

(Now he’s threatening me…!)

Somewhat irked, I looked away while I heard his joyous laughter.

Darius: If you don’t behave, then who knows what I’ll do.

[Transitions to the bedroom]

The room we were given had only a single bed.

(A night in this room…..)

Darius releases my hand with a light laugh while I grow tense at the sight of the wrinkle-free bed sheets.

Darius: Don’t fret, I’ll come up with a good reason for another room to be prepared.

Kate: Can you do that?

Darius: All we need to say is you want to remain a virgin until the ceremony or something, so it should be fine.

(I see, that could work.)

I pat my chest with a sigh of relief.

(If there was no other way, it would’ve been fine being together, but……NO, wait that’s not fine!)

Darius: I can tell exactly what you’re thinking. It’s written all over your face.

Kate: I-I wasn’t thinking anything other than I was just glad.

For some reason, I felt a little bad and quickly shook my head

Darius glanced at me and then clapped his hands.

Darius: Now, let’s go complete our goal and find that cursed one.

He held his hand out to me again.

Darius: Stay with me, Miss Phony Bride.

[Event Master List] [Chapter II]

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[valeisaslut]

are we getting any hints for what you have planned for the new series or....

i just wanna know if it's gonna be as angsty as collide was so i can emotionally prepare myself. BC IF THERE'S MORE ANGST THAN COLLIDE IM GONNA END UP LIKE THIS

anyways ily never stop serving cunt ❤️❤️❤️

NOOOOO BECAUSE THE IMAGE OF YOU FLAILING, CRYING, AND CLUTCHING YOUR CHEST LIKE A VICTORIAN WIDOW IN ADVANCE 😭😭

okay okay okay. since you asked so sweetly (and threatened your own emotional stability), here’s what i can say without fully cracking open the vault:

yes. it’s angsty. but not necessarily the same kind of angst as Collide. it’s not about fame, addiction, or media pressure — it’s something raw in a different way. think: unsaid things. tension. LOTS of tension.

but also??? it’s HOT. like if Collide was "i love you and it’s killing me," the new one might be "i want you and it’s ruining me."

CHAOS. shared history. setting shift.

AND the hottest bur MESSIEST love triangle.

so basically: YES it will hurt, YES it will serve cunt, and NO i will not be emotionally responsible for any of you. stock up on snacks, tissues, and 3am voice memos screaming to your group.

i love you so much baby. you are EATING w your fics and im devouring them too, keep your hard work, and thank you for being insane with me 💋💋💋

[alexanderlightweight]

hi how are you doing? follow up for the verse where magnus breaks the parabatai bond? my heart beats for you?

hello!! it has been a bit I am back to writing and while my health is a bit tumultuous at least i'm writing!! I hope you are doing well and that you enjoy this next bit! last part here.

<3 lumine

my heart beats for you

“J-ace?” is the first word from Alexander’s lips and Magnus has to forcibly keep his face from spasming in anger, even though Alexander cannot see it.

“Alive and in Idris getting care for the broken bond. He’s not locked in the Silent Brother’s catacombs or the Institute’s cells.” Magnus soothes, only knowing as much as he does because Isabelle has helpfully kept him updated.

Jace had been inconsolable and violent and also wailing with a voice that could, apparently, shatter even warded windows.  His parabatai rune had not been nearly as damaged as Alexander's and so to have it break so suddenly, it had nearly broken him with it.

At least Magnus’ actions mean that blondie was collected to Idris.  Isabelle took Magnus’ warning seriously — in a way she hadn’t originally — and somehow arranged it so that the Clave themselves had taken custody over Jace.  Broken parabatai bonds aren’t something to laugh about and while Alexander’s body was evidence that could have been disposed of, Isabelle had enough time to set things up before Jace made it back to keep him safe.

It’s the only thing that saved him, or Magnus is sure Aldertree would have simply culled Jace upon arrival.

“Wha-”and then Alexander pauses and looks at Magnus with horror in his tear filled eyes, “did I break it?”

Magnus never thought that would be a conclusion Alexander would come to but it should have been. And while Alexander’s stubbornness did weaken it and leave vulnerable openings, that isn’t why.

“Your heart stopped, Alexander. I had to bring you back, twice.” Which is true.  After the first time Magnus had to use his magic to forcibly keep Alexander’s blood pumping and restart his heart, the choice had been made.  It’s the entire reason Magnus went to such drastic measures in what most would consider a rather short period of time.

“You’re inconvenient evidence, sweetheart.” Magnus can’t help but smile tiredly and his touch is gentle as he twines a loose curl around his finger.  “Aldertree would love any excuse to do away with you, especially when you are so vulnerable.  You would have died for good if I hadn’t been there and I even had to go so far as to forcibly lock them out, the last time.  I was almost ready to kidnap you but—” Magnus softens his voice because Alexander is looking at him tiredly but adoringly and there are still tears in his eyes.  “But I could not save both, Alexander.  It was either lose both you and the bond — in which case the bond would break anyway, or just the bond.”

Alexander coughs, dry and wet at the same time and Magnus summons the glass he’s already prepared to his hand and helps Alexander drink, cautioning him to go slow.  

“Thank you.” Alexander’s voice is rough and scratchy despite the potion and Magnus wants to quiet him but he needs to hear what Alexander will say as much as Alexander needs to say it.  “I was unfair to you.  Selfish and cruel and you still helped me.”

“You were falling apart and lashing out.  I have seen it before and done it myself, that you live despite everything is the greatest thanks I could have hoped to receive.”

“Magnus.”  Alexander’s fingers shake as his hand raises to cup Magnus’ face. “I’m alive because you saved me, despite all my lashing out.  Don’t claim that as a reward for yourself, when it was a gift to me.  You never deserved any of that, I was scared and falling apart and you held me together even when I pushed you away.”

Alexander’s words are a delight and Magnus can hardly believe he’s able to say them at all.  He would have been in much worse shape if Magnus had left the bond intact in the hopes Jace would return in time.  There would have been almost no hope, considering how long had passed before Isabelle messages him to say Jace was contained and safe.

Magnus lets satisfaction and pleasure coil in his gut and he leans forward to nuzzle Alexander’s jaw. Magnus has told no lies.  That his measures were a bit more drastic than might have been necessary mean nothing in the fact of Alexander being alive.

Jace living was a necessity for this not to go badly and he’s safe, which is all Alexander truly wants.  Despite having lost their bond, Magnus knows that Alexander thinks it’s a small price to have Jace back and somewhere safer than under Aldertree’s thumb.

“I told Isabelle to run blood tests on Jace, and to process them through the main database and since I know the Clave has access to warlock blood, to test it against that as well.  A reaction will form, regardless of relation and if he does have warlock blood, it might be possible for the Labyrinth to demand responsibility for him.  Testing it against other nephilim blood will also show the differences, which will help Jace or help getting him out.”  

Magnus doubts the Labyrinth would involve themselves for reasons beyond research, but he also knows from the tarot reading he did, that understanding Jace’s blood will help fix this bit.

A fire message bursts into existence and Magnus catches it with a scowl, magic creating a barrier so that the flame won’t daze Alexander any more than it already is.

“Ah— well that’s a bit unexpected.” Magnus muses, because truly, he does not use his cards enough and this is the reminder, “but not completely unpleasant.”

“Magnus?”

One glance at Alexander’s exhausted, terrified face and Magnus snaps the message away and brings Alexander’s hand up to his mouth for a kiss.  

Alexander typically runs cool but he feels clammy now. His pulse beats sluggishly under the vein Magnus’ thumb caresses and Magnus can’t help but ease some magic into his darling, pressing closer to warm him as well.

“Jace is completely safe.  He will be fine now.  Nothing can hurt him anymore, so you’re free to focus your pretty head on your own recovery.” Alexander makes a noise of confusion and Magnus kisses his cheek, “Valentine was full of lies, as usual.  Jace is no more Valentine’s son or demon-blooded than he is a fish or a moose.  No, your brother—” because Magnus won’t bring a reminder to what they no longer are, “is pure Herondale spawn.  Grandson of Imogen herself and well, Isabelle seems quite gleeful in how upset Imogen is with Aldertree.” 

“Herondale.” Alexander murmurs, repeating it twice more before he nods, slowly and controlled and relieved despite his grief.  “He’ll be safe now.  That’s what’s important.  He’s safe and he’s alive. Even if he had demon blood, she’s the type to bend any rule for her own kin.”

Magnus isn’t surprised by that, even if he wished he were and he curls around Alexander, pulling another comforter up with magic. 

“Now that you know he’s safe and free and in good hands, will you rest? You’ve yet to heal and are still in danger, Alexander.”  And then, because this is the best time to say it and it’s true, Magnus leans closer and whispers over Alexander’s ear in a quiet murmur.  

“You terrified me, darling. I almost couldn't pull you back in time, I almost lost you."

Alexander’s grip tightens and he pulls Magnus closer to him and while the angle is awkward, Alexander’s steady breathing is nothing but pure joy to hear and feel.

“I’ll try better. I’ll do better, Magnus. I will.”

AN:

Magnus later: oh no... did i set off his guilt complex?

Alec being much more careful about his health and personal safety from now on

Magnus: oh nevermind. I’m fine with this. Continue onwards!

-

Magnus was thrown into an unprecedented medical situation and made a choice. Yes it was a selfish choice but it wasn’t the wrong choice either. He basically amputated something that was infected and parasitic at the time. He has no qualms about his actions and while he won’t tell Alec so Alec doesn’t have to bother being conflicted, the fact is that he believes he made the right choice (and he did).

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The bar was dimly lit, conversation flowed around the place. There was a basketball game playing in the television and a few people were paying attention.

Not you guys, though.

The band was about to go back on tour, and tonight would be one of the last nights everyone would be able to get together for a while.

Chatter flowed around the table easily. You sat beside Noah, who had one of his arms over your shoulder, bringing you close to his side.

The night was getting a little chilly outside, which you didn't expect and didn't prepare for. The goosebumps on your arms and legs proof that you were underdressed for the change in weather.

Noticing your discomfort, and how you rubbed your hands over your skin in an attempt to warm yourself up, Noah leaned down to talk closer to your ear.

"Are you cold?"

You look up at him from your position. You didn't wanna say yes and make him leave early, but you also knew that the chances of him already knowing the answer were pretty high.

Anyway, there was no point in lying.

"It's a little chilly", you tell him, with a sheepish little smile on your face. "It's ok, though, I'll tuck myself in here", you snuggled closer to his side in an attempt to share a little body heat.

"C'mere", he motions for his lap, patting it a couple of times.

You find it strange. Noah was never one to pack on PDA, and now he wants you to sit on his lap?

"I can see you overthinking", he points out. "I swear it's ok", he reassures, and you move yourself so your sitting sideways on his lap.

He engulfs both his arms around you, and you've never been more thankful for the fact that he always seems to run hot.

Wiggling a little to adjust yourself and take advantage of as much warmth as you could, you felt his arms tighten around you.

"Stay still, baby", he says, and you look at his face, finding his reaction a little strange.

"Was just adjusting myself", you mutter out, resting your head on his chest.

A few minutes pass, and you look at the table to see your forgotten drink of choice sitting there. Reaching over, you grab it, so you can take the last sip and maybe order another one.

You hear him hiss as your ass rubs him in just the right place, and as if on cue, you start to feel his dick harder and harder under you.

Giving him a knowing look, you smirk, and he knows instantly that the night is far form being over.

And that inviting you onto his lap might have been his biggest mistake - or blessing - tonight.

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A/N I’m in pain and I have no energy to do anything but write so enjoy this! (I have a chronic injury and I’m currently experiencing a flare up ) we got 3 Hajun fics in one day!!! I’m too lazy to add a title & a pretty font…

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Synopsis: The league of street finals had passed and joker needed money fast cause he has a flat ass with no cash he swore if he didn’t come up with quick cash he’d get a rash until you gave him an offer he just couldn’t pass but he wouldn’t stop giving you sass and he had really bad gas with his mass of height he just wouldn’t stop shaking his ass to the sick bass the end.

Ok now for the real fic I apologize in advance it’s just a longer version of the snippet up top.

The league of street finals had passed and Joker needed money fast. He was relying on his skills and training hoping his team would win the race but they lost. Until you gave him an offer he couldn’t pass. Your favorite restaurant has a deal if you can finish 20 large dishes you’ll be given $2,000 cash but if you don’t finish the meal you have to pay for it. No one has been able to claim the large sum of money.

Luckily for him you have a Mukkbang channel. “Hajun, let’s go try together. We both eat a lot. What do you have to lose? Your ass? You already lost that and the race now let's eat” he looked at you in disbelief he truly couldn’t argue he knew his ass was flat but damn did you have to expose him like that in his time of need. “Alright, you’re on I bet I can eat more than you” he says challenging you. “We’ll see” you say, not backing down from the fight. You can take him in the ring but you can definitely take him in the kitchen.

You’re both seated at the restaurant. “We’ll like the twenty dish challenge please” you say to the waiter she eyes you up and down but takes the order anyway. You tell her the drinks you’d like and Hajun does the same. After some time of bickering back over who is going to win, your dishes are brought out to you. You both look up at each other making eye contact announcing the start of your competition. “We have the couple at booth number sixty nine taking on the twenty dish challenge. Will they go home with cash or dust up their ass we’ll know in thirty minutes” the owner of the restaurant announces through the loudspeakers.

You’re slurping down noodles faster than naruto uzumaki. Hajun is downing two corn dogs in his hands, rotating back and forth between the two. You’re stuffing your face with shrimp, lobster, crab legs, crawfish, appetizers, French fries and salad. Joker is just as fast he’s downing beef, steak, nachos, ramen, drinks, you name it. The plates start disappearing one by one and at an alarming rate the customers watch in shock.

“I’m going to gain weight. I need to remain in my weight class for fights” he says in between meals. “Good, maybe all the weight will go to your ass also the fights are illegal you should be worried about jail time and not your weight class” you reply. He rolls his eyes at your comments and continues eating. You both have five plate’s remaining and 15 minutes left on the clock. You both anxiously eat faster wanting to beat the clock and you make it just in time being the first to win the prize.

To celebrate Hajun let’s out an extremely loud fart rumbling the seats below. You exit the restaurant in a flash too embarrassed to stay and see the crowds' faces after hearing that. You two can never return to this restaurant. Hajun follows you out the restaurant “thanks for helping me win the prize” he says “you’re excused and you’re welcome” you both continue walking down the street preparing to walk off all those calories. You stop in your tracks “hey did they mistake us for a couple during the challenge?” you ask “yeah they did” he replies.

A/N Never let me write a fanfic again when I’m sleepy cause you’ll get this (a$$) crack of a fic 😭should I write more comedy type fics like this though? I got 4 fics written and posted today but at what cost? My sanity…

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Miya Osamu x F!Reader

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tags: Childhood friends to lovers, slow burn

Chapter Two: Leaving Crumbs

Summary:

Atsumu's last date didn't work out, but no worries! As the best friend you are, you've already prepared the next match for him. Unfortunately, you underestimated how good of a match your client and Atsumu would be together.

“Can ya believe she said that to me?!” Atsumu whines, burying his head in his hands on the desk. “She said I should try basketball instead? Over volleyball? Is she crazy?!” 

“Aw… the date didn’t go well?” You say, tone mocking sympathy. Of course, you already saw this coming; you’ve heard her say the same words to her group of friends. You don’t understand why she doesn’t just go for someone on the basketball team.

“Ya said Mari-chan’s yer friend,” The blonde twin says, slightly muffled by his arms. “How’d ya not tell me this?”

“Just didn’t know she was that type of person.” You look away then, the same way you always do when you lie.

“Ya didn’t seem surprised, though,” Osamu adds, from across you.

You almost jumped at his words; you can feel the intensity of his gaze even without making eye contact. Or maybe that’s just your conscience finally creeping in. You just clear your throat, trying to talk the pouty Atsumu up again.

“Don’t worry about her, I’ve got another friend I think ya will like.” You immediately try to slip in another one of your clients, “She’s sweet, and she thinks yer cute even with drool all over yer face, I showed a picture to her.”

“Why would ya show a picture of that?” Suna grimaces, disgusted at the thought of it.

You turn to him to shush him, holding a brand-new pen to your lips— it panda prints all over it; it even has a panda charm attached to its head. Suna nods in understanding.

“What’s the point? Every time I go on these dates, they’re never actually interested in me anyway.” His hand reaches out to the plastic bag sitting in front of you, which Osamu shoved away for doing so.

“The hell? What’re ya acting like that for?” Atsumu winces, his hand retreating back to himself.

“They’re hers, dumbass.” 

“Ya bought a lot, there’s no way she can finish them all anyway,” Atsumu scoffs, watching you take a bite of a wafer.

“Bold of ya to assume that,” Suna chimes in, having been the witness of you finishing the contents no matter the amount, even sneaking bites in class.

“Come on, ‘Tsumu? Do it for me?” You plead, “And she’s very cute.” You open your phone, showing a picture of a girl with short, wavy hair throwing peace signs to the camera. Atsumu’s eyes linger on your phone for a second, inspecting her appearance, and looks at your smiling face again. He sighs before lifting his head up completely.

“Fine, whatever,” 

“Great! I’ll tell her to contact ya later,” you internally cheer, grabbing a pen and opening your notebook, crossing another name on your list. The list keeps getting longer, but with the number of failed dates behind Atsumu, you’re sure you can clear it in no time.

“Potari… or… that oolong tea…” You lean against the vending machine, acting as if you can’t decide between the two when you’re already sure what you want.

“Ain’t Potari yer usual?” Osamu asks, standing behind you. You asked him to come along to accompany you, when in reality, you’re putting him into position.

“Exactly, should I get my usual… or try something new…?” Your finger already itches to insert your money and press the button, but you haven’t gotten a signal from your client yet.

As if on cue, your phone buzzes, you read the notification before turning to look around, checking over Osamu’s shoulders. He copies your actions, not even knowing what he’s looking for.

“Actually, could ya be the one to decide? Just go ahead and press the button for me,” You say, pushing his body towards the vending machine and slipping cash into his hands. You trust he knows what you actually want anyway.

Osamu cranes his neck to watch you take position behind him, leaving a few feet away as you smile at him. Your hands gesturing for him to press a button. As confused as he is, he still listens to you, turning back around to insert your money and pressing a button. A thud could be heard shortly after as the bottle fell into the pick-up box.

Before Osamu got to lean down and retrieve the bottle, his feet stumbled as a force ran into him from behind. 

Thinking it was just you messing around, he calls out your name, grabbing ‘your’ hand as he did so. But you’re still standing a considerable distance from him with your arms crossed. And the hand he’s holding…

“Ah, sorry,” He lets go immediately, eyes not looking away from you.

“Uh… Osamu-kun, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. I bumped into you…?” She trails off, eyes following his gaze. Her face sours the moment she realises who he’s focusing on.

She mumbles an apology, barely coherent, but Osamu doesn’t really care about that. He’s wondering how somebody can bump into him from the direction you have been standing at, yet you did not move an inch or even warn him about her.

“They were right, what a waste.” You hear her mumble as she bumps her shoulder against yours, a bit too harsh to be accidental. You hold onto your shoulder, watching her back as she stomps away.

That’s odd, you think. You’ve received harsh treatments, but that was before. You’ve never gotten them again ever since you started offering services. You’re watching dumbstruck as she goes to her group of friends, and instead of the usual smile you’d see on your clients after an encounter with a Miya, you see a frown and a glare directed at you.

“She didn’t apologize?” Osamu asks, an irritated scoff leaving his lips, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“She did, though.” You turn back to him, walking to retrieve the drink from the dispenser of the vending machine.

“To me, I heard. She didn’t apologize to you.”

“Hmm…” You just hum in response. Usually, you’d defend your clients, making up some sort of excuse for them. But nothing comes to mind with this one.

You crouch down, picking up the bottle from the pick-up box. Your hand wraps around the Potari bottle.

“Ya got the right one.” You smile, standing back up.

“I know.” He replies smugly, a sense of pride spreads in his chest as he stares at your smile.

You start your walk back to class with Osamu right beside you. But there’s one thing he can’t shake: if you were standing there the whole time, why didn’t you tell him, or even her, to watch out?

“‘Samu!” Atsumu slams the door to his room with a giddy grin on his face, “Oh, (y/n) is here, too. Perfect!”

He rushes to stand in front of your sitting forms, you groan as you try to look past his legs to keep up your combos in order to beat Osamu’s character in the game.

“Do ya have to stand there?” Osamu complains, tilting his head until he can see the screen.

“The friend ya introduced me to, Risa-chan—” He starts, puffing his chest out.

“Don’t like her? Don’t worry, I’ve got another—” You interrupt, fingers still mashing buttons on your controller.

“Naw, I’m actually into her!”

“What?” Your head snaps upward to look at him with wide eyes.

Osamu breathes out a sharp ‘yes!’ as the screen plays a cutscene of Osamu’s character performing a finishing animation on your character, the words ‘Player 1 Wins!’ are displayed shortly after.

“Are—are ya sure?” You ask, your jaw hanging open.

Atsumu finally sits down, so you won’t have to hurt your neck looking up. “Yeah, yer right! She’s super sweet— shy at first, but turned out to be so much fun — why do ya look like that?”

You’re smiling— at least trying to smile, even though the corner of your lips keeps forming a grimace. Your eyes are as big as saucers, but you can’t stop them from blinking more than usual.

“Like what?” You cough, clearing your throat to disguise the crack in your voice.

“Like somebody’s holdin’ a gun to yer head,” Atsumu narrows his eyes at you, “Aren’t ya supposed to be happy? That’s yer friend.”

“I am happy! Uh, congratulations, ‘Tsumu.” You clap your damp hands together, barely making any noise as they make contact. You fumble to your feet to avoid their gaze.

“I’m gonna get a drink, be right back!” You rush out of the room, cringing at how fake your enthusiasm sounded. 

“Her drink’s over here, though…” Osamu mentions, staring at the mug that the Miya household saves for you.

If you remember correctly, there’s still about a handful of names requesting Atsumu— not necessarily asking for a date, but still trying to pursue him romantically. What are you even supposed to do with them? What are you supposed to say?

You leaned your back on the door as you closed it, holding your face in your hands. You’re happy your friend has finally gotten a good dating experience, but at the same time, what about your clients?

‘I should’ve made sure this wouldn’t happen. Should I never have let him meet her? Tsumu looks genuinely happy though… Shittttshitshitshit.’

Your hands come up to ruffle your hair as your thoughts jumble together. In an attempt to calm yourself down and sort out your thoughts, you pace back and forth in the hallway in front of the room.

“(y/n)?” Osamu opens the door suddenly, making you yelp out in surprise.

“Ya scared me.” You hold onto your racing heart, beating far too fast for your liking.

“Wasn’t tryin’ to… Are ya okay?” He casts a glance at your disheveled hair, closing the door behind him. “Ya have been actin’ weird since… Tsumu announced that.”

There was a pregnant pause. He watches your teeth bite down on your lip, your eyes refuse to meet his. His heart drops as he concludes a possible answer.

“Wait, are ya…” he trails off, increasing your heart rate by the second. You gulp, admission sitting on the tip of your tongue. This is it.

“So ya knew—” 

“Into Tsumu?”

“What?” you both exclaim in unison.

You pause, finally meeting his eyes as you frown in disbelief.

Osamu stares back in confusion, not believing what he just heard.

“No, ew. What? Why would ya even think that?” You shake your head, nose wrinkling at the thought. Osamu doesn’t know why his heart jumped at your admission.

“‘Cause ya started actin’ weird after he told us he’s into yer friend.” He states, his tone rising at the end into a question. 

“I’ve been setting up dates for him. I wouldn’t do that if I were into him.”

“Yer right…” Osamu hums, nodding in agreement. “Wait— then what do ya mean I ‘knew’? What’s that about?”

You jerk backwards, rubbing the back of your neck. He can’t help but notice how you seem to be trying to shrink yourself. You seemed so sure when you denied your feelings for Atsumu, where did that go?

“It’s nothing.” You shake your head, avoiding eye contact yet again.

“Yer really bad at lying.” Osamu pushes, but if your problem really is with his brother… he understands how you must feel. “Just remember, we’re friends. If ya got any problem, just say it. I’ll— we will help ya.”

“Yes, of course I’ll tell ya.” A straight-faced lie. You know they’d help. You trust them with your whole life. But you also know that you have never been the type to ask for help. 

Osamu has been paying close attention to you ever since what happened. He notices the weird, forced smile on your face whenever Risa comes to eat lunch with them. He notices how your hand constantly wipes itself on your skirt at school. He notices how you would look behind you as if somebody would suddenly pop out.

He also started noticing how many girls would come up to you in a day with a scornful expression. How you always distance yourself the moment certain girls come into view.

He also notices the fact that you always bring that heavily decorated notebook with you whenever they show up.

You always look nervous when they approach you, frantically flipping through the pages of your notebook. Though he noticed that you seem to have grown weary, the nervous smile that usually adorns your face when talking to the girls has stopped; it has been replaced by an annoyed frown.

He could never be close enough to listen in, but he wonders if they have any connection to your reaction to Atsumu’s news a couple weeks ago.

***

“Rin-chan… What do I do?” You lay your head flat on the open notebook, your dominant hand holding onto the pen you used to cross out names.

“Are ya not gonna try to break them up?” Suna whispers next to you, eyes still focused on the whiteboard.

“I’m not evil… I still like to see my friend happy, and Tsumu really likes Risa-chan. After all those dates I put him through, I can’t do that…” You mumble, doodling random circles on the paper next to your head.

“Maybe it’s Samu’s turn; don’t get why he hasn’t had many requests lately. Samu’s more reliable, dependable, and he’s about 0.2 centimetres taller than Tsumu— I measured them.” You continue to ramble under your breath, “Samu would be a good boyfriend, too… Samu can cook… I don’t get why everybody keeps requesting Tsumu.”

Your words had caught Suna’s attention. He watches your tired expression, how you had definitely not mean it to sound that way. He listens to your continued rambling. You keep on listing the reasons why you think your childhood friend would make a good boyfriend. He watches how your eyes soften, how a small smile begins to form on your lips as you continue the list.

“So why can’t these girls stop asking me to get them a date with Tsumu?” Your smile disappeared as soon as it appeared— replaced by a frown, your eyes narrowed as you pressed your pen on the names of the hard-headed girls who keep chasing Atsumu, even with his new girlfriend next to him. “It’s not like they care about which twin it is; it’s the popularity they want. So why not just make it easier for me and ask for Samu instead?”

But Suna knows you only think Osamu would be a good boyfriend because you think he treats everyone the same way, but the truth is, he only does certain things when you’re around. You don’t know how he acts when you’re not around. 

You don’t know how he would buy your favorite snacks ‘just because he thought of you.’ You don’t know how he would ask about you whenever he walks by your class. You don’t know that he would talk to the volleyball team about the times he made you laugh. You don’t know how seriously he takes your advice, especially regarding his appearance. You don’t know how he melts for you.

But that’s not even it. Suna thinks back to the moment he found out you were the ‘matchmaker’ every girl was talking about, back when he only knew you as a seatmate. He didn’t even hear it from you. 

He just happened to hear it, during the one time you weren’t sitting in your seat, when the rumor was still fresh and vague. Two girls came looking for you, and when one of them mentioned Osamu, the other girl shut the idea down immediately. He still remembers the sentence she had said.

“Miya Osamu won’t even look yer way if yer not (y/n). Ya have less chance with him than with his twin.”

“She made me this.” Atsumu shoves the beautifully packed bento box in front of your faces. You, Osamu, and Suna all drool at the sight of it.

“Can I take a pic? Risa-chan’s amazing!” You pull out your phone, snapping your camera at every angle.

“Of course, of course,” Atsumu says with his chin held high, a smug smirk adorning his features.

Osamu’s hands enter your camera, which both you and Atsumu slap away. You because you want to take a good picture, Atsumu because it’s from his girl.

“Why’re ya not eating with her, then?” Suna asks.

“She told me to eat with ya guys today, said I can share.” Atsumu shrugs.

Once you’ve stopped taking pictures, Atsumu puts the bento box back on the desk. He picks up a sandwich, gesturing for everyone else to do the same. You hesitantly fish it out of the box, afraid to disturb the lettuce sitting around them.

Once everyone has held their own rice box, Atsumu cheers.

“To Risa-chan!” he exclaims.

“To Risa-chan!” The three of you repeat.

All of you take a first bite in unison, excited to have a taste. You chew excitedly at first, jaw slowing down after you’ve had the first taste. You check everybody else’s reactions to make sure you’re not crazy, and sure enough, everybody’s smiles drop except Atsumu’s. They stare at the bento box in wonder.

“Tsumu…” Osamu starts, mouth still full of food he can’t bear to chew anymore.

“Ain’t she great at decorating!” Atsumu grins, continuing to eat the sandwich despite the unbearable taste.

Osamu watches your face contort in disgust, on the verge of gagging. He hands you a paper towel for you to spit out, followed by him and Suna doing the same.

The door to the classroom opens, and a group of girls — whom you recognize as your clients — waving their hands to you, catches your eye. They have nasty scowls on their faces and you already know why.

You let out a deep sigh. Osamu notices your sour mood, turning his head to look at what might be causing it. It’s the same group of girls that has been visiting you every day. Osamu doesn’t know them, but the way they’re looking at you is enough to sour his own mood.

Before Osamu could say anything, you got up to meet them, muttering a ‘be right back’ to the table.

As soon as you reach the corridor, you close the classroom door — you might’ve slammed it a bit from the built-up frustration, but you don’t care.

“I already told ya guys, I’m cutting the service off. I already refunded those who have paid, what more do ya want?” You ask, voice laced with irritation.

“We want a chance with Atsumu-kun.” The group of girls in front of you hold their stance firmly.

“And like I said, ya don’t got a chance anymore. He’s got someone already.”

“The deal—”

“The deal’s off. He’s found a match, and I’m not about to change that.” You keep pushing until their feet step out of the door. “Do not come to me anymore. Make yer own effort.” You spit, your voice full of disdain.

“Risa-chan actually made an effort. She uses my advice. She didn’t ignore what I said like ya guys— and how many times do I have to say this?” You breathe in, rubbing your nose.

“If he doesn’t like you, it is not my fault.” You lock your eyes with the girl you recognize as one of the girls Atsumu turned down in middle school. “You know that better than anyone, don’t ya?”

The girl’s face flushes, the color red creeps across her cheeks and ears. She grinds her teeth down, contempt apparent across her face. She turns away, then grabs her friends away with her.

You know that will create a new problem, but as long as they move out of the way of you and your friends, you decide to put it off, at least for now.

“Didn’t know ya had enemies.” A familiar voice can be heard from behind you, making you jump.

You turn around to see one of the two people you least want to know about what you have been doing. Osamu is leaning against the door as he stares in the direction the girls walked off to.

“How long have ya been standing there?” Your voice cracks as you ask. Nervousness swallows you whole as your mind starts to conjure up all sorts of scenarios of what they will do if they had figured it out.

His eyes then finally lock onto you after a moment, your usually confident and chipper attitude has been reduced to a meek version of you. He had followed you out because he thought you might have gotten yourself in trouble, and he was right.

He hums, “long enough to get the gist of it.”

“So,” Osamu starts, jaw clenched. “Ya have been pimpin’ us.”

“Well— I wouldn’t call it pimpin’, I would say ‘matchmake’!” You argue back, a nervous smile on your face.

“But ya receive payments.” 

“Y–yeah! In the form of trinkets… and also services…” 

“Yeah, that’s pimpin’, ya scrub!” Atsumu slams the table, causing you to jump in your seat.

“Okay— yeah, yer right, I’m sorry.”

“So all those dates…” Atsumu mutters, looking to you for confirmation.

You nod.

“No wonder ya were actin’ weird— the vending machine, the amount of girls bumping into me…”

“I’m sorry…”

“Risa-chan…” Atsumu mumbles, his shoulders dropping.

“Oh, that’s actually a huge success. I didn’t expect she’d be that good, too.” You smile proudly, shrinking back again once you see their glares towards you. “Right, I’ll shut up. Sorry.”

Suna looks at you in pity. You’ve been trying to stop offering your services anyway, you could’ve taken this secret to the grave if you hadn’t faced such hard-headed clients. Though he won’t say you don’t deserve the scolding, if Kita-san heard about it, he’d surely give you a good scolding, too.

But you’re his friend nonetheless, and he thinks he would’ve done the same if he were in your shoes.

“Ain’t it great that she did this, though? Would ya have approached Risa-chan otherwise?” Suna asks Atsumu.

You turn to Suna with glassy eyes, not expecting a defense to come from him.

“True…” Atsumu continues to glare at you, then he inspects the amount of stickers and trinkets on your desk. “But it’s not fair! She should at least get punished, consequences of yer actions and whatnot.” He points an accusing finger at you, and Osamu nods along to his brother’s words.

A mischievous glint then crosses Suna’s eyes, just the sight was enough to make you uneasy. Your hand goes to pinch the fabric of Suna’s uniform underneath the table, daring him to say it. Suna casts a glance at you and you give him a frown and a little shake of the head, disapproving whatever he’s going to say.

“Then why don’t ya give her a taste of her own medicine?” 

Something clicked in the twins’ heads, identical smirks appeared on their faces as they exchanged knowing glances towards each other. You have a bad feeling about this. They both turn to you at the same time, their faces adorned with matching grins.

“Oh, our sweet, dear friend, (y/n),” Atsumu starts with a lilting tone, sending shivers up your spine. 

“Sunarin’s right, we have decided we will forgive ya,” Osamu continues.

You stay quiet, stomach filling up with dread, because just by watching them, you can already tell what they will say next.

“And since ya actually did somethin’ great— giving us the opportunity to meet so many people,” Sarcasm drips from Atsumu’s voice.

“Ya have been managing our love life that ya have been neglecting yer own, right?” The grey-haired twin laughs, but instead of the warmth the sound usually brings you, it brings you discomfort. 

“So we think we should return the favor. Right, Tsumu?”

“I agree, Samu.”

"And we know just the guy for you."

Taglist: @jupeyily @andysdrafts @completelyjae @orbitingpolaris @starstrikeer

note: sorry it took so long!!!! the original file including the outline got deleted and I had to rewrite everything... like before, tell me your thoughts if you'd like!!

[micasosa34]

RAFAYEL NEW MYTH AHHHH

I'm literally screaming en like....GIRL THIS TIME I WILL PAY TO HAVE THE 150 DEEPSPACE WHISHES TO BE SURE I'LL HAVE IT.

Not just that, I also did my own pictures to pray the sea god Rafayel to come to me easier so not just me but anyone who is as desperate as me can pray so enjoys

Sorry if the quality is not that good

but now look at him ahhhhghhhhhhhhhhgggggg

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG TAKE ME he's so handsome like alaways

And I know i will never be prepares for this but I still want that companion.

Anyways I wish luck to EVERYONE, SPECIALY to the ones who are going to pull for him.

Also remembers to wait at least three days, to save more pulls, but it's better if You can wait until the last day (I am going to do that...or at least try).

[life4living16]

Cinderella Boy Theories

Alrighty so after my whole reread I browsed through a bunch of Cinderella Boy theories and would now like to discuss/add my own.

Some spoilers (but not many)

A wish turns you into a key theory - Highly unlikely I think, since apparently the higher ups consumed wishes like candy, and I highly doubt they’d deign to be keys. Alternatively, and I know this is a bit of a limb, but I believe whatever the key changing process is, it has something to do with Buddy’s hate for getting wet.

Ex Libris is dead theory- Entirely possible. Since Buddy is a key we actually have no idea or time frame for when the keys escaped Ex Libris, but it could’ve been anywhere from eons to last year. Either way, not sure how long the magical key organization would last without said magical keys. That said, it is highly likely that they were originally based in Sugar Springs, or at the very least have remnants there based on the missing keys flyer that was put up.

Nox and Violet’s Wish theory - Basically impossible that they’re collecting narratonin. They can’t. They’re keys. This is proven when Buddy pops out of the story and no narratonin pops up. In fact, I believe the reason Silver was out in the library at all was because they needed narratonin to fix her, but they couldn’t collect it on their own.

Missing Keys Flyer Theory (this one’s mine) - Okay so it’s been a long while since we saw Buddy and Chase’s first meeting, but if you can remember that far back you might notice that Buddy was looking for someone else when he found Chase. Someone allegedly taller. Not that it’s hard. Anyway, they expected this other person to take Silver (for aforementioned reasons) and were already prepared to track her down afterwards. This person is likely the new man we saw in the recent chapter, and possibly a remnant of Ex Libris. Judging by the sandals, it’s definitely a person and not a key, but I haven’t quite figured out who yet.

The other keys theory (also mine) - Mostly a crack theory, very unlikely to be true, but what if one (or more) of the keys was part of that band Chase obsesses over. Sorry it’s just at this point they’ve been brought up too consistently to not be important to the plot in some ways. Alternate theory- Alastair made a wish with the keys for fame somehow.

Also Silver might be plotting something idk

[kenozumin]

your secrets will die on my tongue — [also on ao3]

the empty white noise makes it feel as though his ears are ringing and he pauses as something bubbles in his throat to say, anything to say. suddenly this silence is uncomfortable and suddenly mocha feels a need to stop suffocating. jonnaay beats him. "i have voices in my head, you know."

or, mocha knows a thing or two about people inhabiting your body, and it seems jonnaay does too.

mocha knew how these machines worked, the motions stuck to his muscles like memory, his mind far away as he continued work at the lab.

it'll be another sleepless night of running potions, of preparing and working tirelessly for the fight between him and clown. the name would typically spark an unintentional grin on his face, but it's now been five hours since pangi left for the night and mocha is hardly conscious, operating completely on auto pilot.

he's not sure when the last time he left the lab was, when he saw the blue, cloudless sky or the green blades of grass on the surface. maybe the yellow kingdom banners of even the red accents of his own faction's home. these days, time blurs together and mocha can hardly tell his days apart from one another. well aside from one unusual change in his preparation schedule.

the red faction brunet, going back and forth helping mocha run the machine. he said mocha could sit back for a minute if he wanted, he needed to get his own levels up anyways, but mocha doesn't do well being still these days. best to keep moving. best not to fall back into his own thoughts.

jonnaay is silent in a way mocha can appreciate. he doesn't stare and his statements hardly linger. he knows how to blend into the background when it is necessary. and so they continue their rounds. running back and forth, gathering ingredients, gathering potions. a good few hours later, it'll be another day and mocha will catch a glimpse of pangi and maybe this time he will know the right thing to say.

mocha turns to the only other person as he tries not to catch a glimpse of their small, tragic lab. it's a mess of machinery that mocha can't quite bring himself to be proud of at the moment. the empty white noise makes it feel as though his ears are ringing and he pauses as something bubbles in his throat to say, anything to say. suddenly this silence is uncomfortable and suddenly mocha feels a need to stop suffocating.

jonnaay beats him. "i have voices in my head, you know." he says it easily, not even glancing at mocha to confirm whether or not he had registered what he had said. it's a fact, a statement, nothing mocha needed to comment on, but he chokes and thinks he can feel his heart sputter.

"well, not voices. a voice, singular. i have one." jonnaay continues comfortably and doesn't seem to notice how mocha's grown wide eyed or how his tail keeps flicking, on edge. "well. i mean, it's less a voice and more a person. there is another person in my head. he comes out sometimes, but i don't think you've ever seen him."

"his name is max. i'm not sure how he ended up there. but sometimes i hear him and sometimes he, like. comes out. i can't control it." jonnaay catches mocha's gaze for the first time before quickly turning away, continuing to tend to the potions. "do you get the feeling?"

he doesn't look at mocha when he asks and he doesn't turn around to see how he answers, but mocha stares into the back of his head anyways. he thinks back on the concluding pages of one particular twenty-seven page book and pauses. the lab was suddenly too small and too large and jonnaay was too close and then far again and mocha's heart sputters.

the pause is long and mocha can only keep himself mechanically breathing before—

"i might." and the weight is crushing. he says it like a secret precisely because it is one, a secret he doesn't at all expect jonnaay to understand, but anxiety pricks his skin regardless at the smallest admission of truth. it's just two words and it means so much more but jonnaay hardly spares a glance, eyes fixed on the potion machinery, the faintest hum indicating that he had heard what mocha said in the first place.

mocha pauses again, and the buzzing feeling in his skin make him feel the most awake he has felt in days. "people—," he pauses again. "...in your head. or. in your... body. i've..." his ears are ringing now. "i've heard of something similar... not the exact same, but..." he trails off and hopes that maybe the brunet gets the message. or maybe he hopes that he wouldn't understand in the slightest.

jonnaay looks at him with an unreadable expression. and mocha knows jonnaay wears his emotions and thoughts on his sleeve, but this time, mocha could hardly tell what was going on behind his eyes. the brunet shifts on his feet before breaking his gaze away. mocha's ear twitch as they pick up on his next words, barely caught in between the mess of turning gears and machinery. "okay. that's good. then...i'm glad i told you..." he shifts on his feet again before he concludes. "you are... the only one— the, uh, the only one who know of all... this."

mocha clenches and unclenches his hands. "okay." and that was it. the conversation was complete and the two exchanged no more words. and wouldn't exchange anymore. jonnaay left for the night with a brief nod and mocha wouldn't see him again, now left with his machinery all alone again and the faintest trace of a secret.

jonnaay's secret is his to keep now, for however longer he'll keep living with it. his burden. but then again, jonnaay wasn't the only one who shared something, who spoke too much. and to think, that mocha would give up something as vital as this to a troublesome red faction brunet, someone who is as equal parts determined as he is agitating.

huff of laughter tumble out of his chest at the absurd thought now that the brunet had left. he laughs to himself and his face feels numb after pulling an expression after several hours of blank stares. soon the sun will come up and it won't be long again till jonnaay forgets this frivolous and meaningless interaction between them. but it's hardly broken dawn and mocha is pressing the back of his palm to keep himself from laughing. how unbelievable they are. to think, to any dimension they could be similar? or maybe mocha is foolish. in several regards he already knows he is, but this, this secret, it means something, at least for now. so he will live with it, bury it right underneath his ribs, right underneath his heart, until it doesn't beat anymore. then he can forget, just as he was meant to.