#anyways thx for the title

[purple-scout-tf2]

Yes, I'm employee of da month!!

Man, I look good in dat picture!

employee of the month. Scout took an ORG supply station all on his own. he also managed to make an ORG Scout give up on trying to get together with Miss Pauling

[iinryer]

Hi!

Your artwork is great ! It has been a week & still processing that 9-1-1 breakup … anyways…

Are Chuck & Teddie Hotshots OCs? Is there a new fandom hotshots verse evolving?

I gather they are like Sapphic Buck & Eddie?

Very cute but I am bit out of the loop

LMAO it’s ok it’s all made up 😅

so after the news promo came out back in september that bobby was going to be consulting on a show called hotshots, there were a couple of days where we were riffing on hotshots as though it were a real show that paralleled 9-1-1. some people were taking it kind of literally and just rehashing regular discourse with new names that were rhyming or a play on words, some were making up new emergencies and fake discourse which is what i found more fun lol

the joke names chuck and teddy and also tuck and freddie got passed and we were just kind of making up stuff about a show that doesn’t exist! and people were making castings for fake characters and doing art and i saw a few mini fics too and it was very fun

xyz is an inverted joke about abc, as if that were the channel the 9-1-1 universe would watch hotshots on lol

this was all before the show even aired too so we didn’t actually know anything about what hotshots was going to be. just everyone having fun and making stuff together!

i tagged everything i reblogged if you want to see some of the silliness

they’re sort of ocs? in the way that the goncharov cast were ocs lol. some people might make them just 1:1 buddie and that’s fun too! i am mostly making up new stuff about them because it’s a fun sandbox, but yes the core concept is homoerotic codependent firefighters. I just like goofing around! it’s not that serious and anybody can’t make up anything they want, I definitely can’t really claim them in their entirety, bc they were a group creation!

[juliettejwnewinesa]

I really don't understand what I'm happening with the whole situation (just something about ai), and I've been reading you fanfics for a while now (and I've been eating them up, theyre scrumptious and yummy), and never once have I thought they were ai. You can see it in writing structure(?) And the way you write, it feels human. And there is nothing wrong with using grammarly cause we all do.

Anyway, I'm so sorry for your hate, but if it's not much trouble, can you make a fanfic about childhood best friend!reader x Han Su-gang who is older than her by 2 years. She left town, sugang was devastated, and she came back and transferred for her last year.

He makes himself known by lingering around her for a long while (in the halls, brief touching, just tormenting her), wondering if she remembered him. things have been quiet, and no one tells her the incidents. She simps over Han su-gang about how handsome he is to her friends (she's a bunble Ray of sunshine and naive so they tell her nothing) and how adorable their children will be and all that like a middle schooler. It's like pure and adorable saying they'll have 3 kids, 2 boys and 1 girl, and have 5 cats (being dululu), and he hears about this and decided to give her a good time!(smut)

Anyway, please and thank you and take care of yourself (so sorry that this is long💔)

hey babeee thx for the request sorry for the delay btw 😘

Title: Guess You Grew Up Pairing: Han Su-gang x naive!sunshine!childhoodbestfriend!Fem!Reader Rating: ��� MDNI Tags: childhood best friends to something else, naive reader, light corruption, possessive Su-gang, unaware reader, fluffy smut, oral (f receiving), size kink, breeding talk (delulu style), soft and dark tension

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Han Su-gang never forgot you.

You were the only bright thing in his life back then. Messy pigtails, scraped knees, and that ridiculous laugh. You were the first person who held his hand without flinching. Who told him he was your “favorite person in the world.”

Then one day, you were just… gone. Moved away. No goodbye.

It haunted him. For years.

And then—just like that—you were back.

You transferred in mid-term, your backpack bouncing, your voice still sweet and chirpy as you introduced yourself with a wide smile to a classroom full of half-dead teenagers. “I used to live here when I was little! It’s so good to be back!”

Su-gang leaned back in his chair, staring at you from the back row, jaw tight.

You’d grown. Legs longer. Hair shinier. Same fucking smile.

But you didn’t even look at him.

Did you forget him?

He watched. Waited.

And when the bell rang, you skipped right past him like you didn’t even notice the boy who used to protect you from bullies.

He almost laughed.

You started following him with your eyes first.

He could feel it when he walked down the hallway, his hands in his pockets, and you’d pause mid-conversation, glancing up at him like a little lost puppy.

Then came the whispers. The blushing.

“He’s so pretty, right?” you said to your friends one day in the bathroom, unaware he was around the corner. “Like, dangerously hot. Oh my god. I want him to kiss me and then ignore me for a week so I can cry about it like in a drama.”

Your friends stared at you in horror.

You just kept going. “If I married him, our kids would be gorgeous. We’d have, like… three. Two boys, one girl. And five cats! Or maybe seven. He looks like a cat dad, don’t you think?”

Su-gang bit his lip to keep from laughing.

You really hadn’t changed at all.

He started showing up more.

Behind you in the hallway. Lurking near your locker. Sitting near you in the cafeteria. His knuckles would brush yours when you passed. His shoulder would graze yours in class.

It drove you crazy.

You kept stealing glances, your brain turning into fluff every time he licked his lips or leaned against the wall like a walking daydream.

One day, after your “dream wedding fantasy” rant, Su-gang finally snapped.

He cornered you after school, pulling you into a supply room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You gasped, back hitting the shelf.

“Han—Han Su-gang?!”

He stared down at you, silent.

Your heart thumped. “Are you—um, are you lost?”

He stepped closer. "You really don’t remember me?"

You blinked up at him. “Huh?”

“I used to walk you home. You made me hold your stupid Hello Kitty umbrella.”

Your mouth fell open. “…Sooie?”

He groaned. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh my god—Han Sooie!” You laughed, teary-eyed, and then threw your arms around him. “I missed you! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“I was waiting,” he muttered into your hair, his arms tightening. “Wanted to see if you remembered. You didn’t.”

“I do now!” you pouted. “You got hot. That threw me off.”

He pulled back and looked down at you, his gaze dark. “You really think I’m hot?”

You nodded without thinking. “Like… really hot. In a ‘ruin me’ kind of way.”

“…You shouldn’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I will.”

He kissed you hard, like he’d been holding it in for years.

Your lips parted in surprise, and Su-gang took full advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth, one hand cupping your cheek while the other settled low on your waist.

You melted into him instantly.

“I should make you pay for forgetting me,” he murmured against your lips.

“S-Su-gang…”

“You say I’m hot? Say you want kids? Say stupid little things about marrying me?” He kissed down your neck, biting gently. “You think I wouldn’t hear that?”

You whimpered. “You heard that?!”

He chuckled darkly. “You’re not subtle.”

His hand slipped under your skirt. Fingers finding you embarrassingly wet already.

“Oh my god—”

“You this wet just from seeing me around, sunshine?”

You nodded, dazed. “You always look so good. I—I just thought about it a lot.”

“You want me to give you a good time, yeah?” he whispered, fingers stroking your clit slowly. “Since you dream about it so much.”

You whined and nodded again.

He kissed you breathless as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them slow and deep. His other hand moved to your chest, pulling down your top just enough to mouth at your nipple, sucking lightly.

Your legs shook.

“Please—please, Su-gang…”

“Shh. Let me take care of you, sunshine.” He dropped to his knees, pushing your skirt up.

“Wait—w-we’re still at school—”

“Then be quiet,” he smirked, before licking a thick stripe up your pussy, making your knees nearly buckle.

He ate you like he was starved. Like he owned you.

You were already close—years of fantasy finally crashing into reality.

“S-Su-gang, I’m—”

“Go ahead,” he murmured, fingers tightening on your thighs. “Cum for me. Then maybe I’ll fuck you for real and give you those kids you keep talking about.”

You cried out, biting your fist as you came hard, hips grinding against his mouth.

When he stood again, your legs were trembling, and he kissed you soft this time.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Got it?”

You nodded, dizzy, breathless, ruined.

“Good girl.”

[sturniozo]

Ok ask for ask and you shall receive lol if your not ok doing this it's totally fine

Anyways I was thinking about like a Chris x reader where the reader is secretly dating Chris and there on the podcast for an episode (and since Chris sits on the barstool you can see his lap)they fans notice the readers legs like draped over his lap and he's kinda massaging the calf fans are like broo did u see the new pod I think Chris and reader might be together.

Thxs I love your stuff and have a lovely day

Sorry if it's kinda long

This is so cute sorry I took so long on it I had to form out the idea first lol if that makes sense

masterlist

Do You Think They Know?

/Chris Sturniolo x Reader\

It was Monday and Nick had just posted the podcast episode for the week, and I was one of the featured guests on the podcast.

I sat next to Chris, who’s my boyfriend but we decided to keep it a secret from fans. I was scared I’d get hate for it, since just being around them even as a friend has gotten me hate. I didn’t want to know what would happen if Chris and I came out with our relationship.

I sit next to Chris on the couch, my head on his shoulder and my legs over his as we watch TV in the living room. It had only been a few hours since the podcast was posted, and my stomach was in knots just thinking about the comments that would surface soon.

Chris rubs his fingers over my knuckles and I look up at him. He smiles at me and kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry.” He mumbles into my hair. He must have read my mind or notice how nervous I was.

“I’m not worried.” I lie and shift around in my spot. Chris wraps his arms around me to keep me still.

“Don’t lie to me, ma. You’re nervous. Don’t be, our fans love you.”

“No they don’t, they love you and hate me just for being around you.”

“They aren’t real fans then.” He says and gives me a kiss on the top of my head.

We sit in silence for a bit as we watch the movie on the tv. Chris checks his phone seeing notifications blow up, people tagging him in edits on TikTok, and tweets and instagram posts. He smiles to himself as he opens TikTok. “Let’s see these cute edits they made huh, mas?” Chris says.

I lean over to see his phone screen. He goes to the tag titled with his name to see the newest edits. The very first one made both of us freeze in our place.

There we were. On the podcast, a view of Chris that showed his lap, and my legs over his while he rubs my legs softly. The caption read “Y/N AND CHRIS DATING CONFIRMED???”

My face burns with blush and I stare up at Chris. “I think they know…” he says in a soft tone.

“Oh god…”

“It’s okay princess, I was sick of hiding it anyways.”

Chris continues going through the tag, seeing many new edits of him and me in the past videos I’ve been in.

“I told you they love you.” He mumbles into my hair and kisses the top of my head again.

[holy-puckslibrary]

━ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞. 

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pairing(s) — JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader (est. relationship) wc — 1.5k synopsis — jamie can’t keep his hands to himself, and neither can his girlfriend. (prompted on this ask)

note — title’s from summertime by bon jovi + yes, this is a re-upload from the main blog (@holy-pucks) since nothing of mine posted there shows up in the tags. if you’ve already liked or shared that post, i would really appreciate you doing the same with this new one :) thx a million in advance! xx 

specific content warnings listed below the cut.

cw — alcohol consumption/tipsy!reader x tipsy!jamie, accidental exhibitionism (jamie getting handsy at a bonfire bc he just can't resist lol), suggestive lang + innuendo, + general fluffy filth but nothing super explicit really, pretty tame for me tbh 

jamie drysdale has never been so pleased to have lost a fight in his entire life.

he didn't think it'd get cold enough to warrant lugging around an extra blanket (meaning him, not you—he's a gentleman). you thought otherwise, and pestered him until there was one neatly folded in the backseat.

objectively speaking, jamie was right; it wasn't even chilly. he was actually a little warm, if he was being honest, but that had a lot more to do with his wandering, beer-soaked mind than the weather or a superfluous layer.

—and he had a tent in his pants to prove it.

it's his own fault. he pulled you into his lap when there were more than enough lawn chairs scattered around the blazing fire, knowing full-well you fidget when you're tipsy. jamie knows you can't sit still to save your life, yet he sat you across his thighs anyway. and now he—and his raging hard-on—are paying the price.

he isn't embarrassed he's turned on, that's not the problem. that's never the problem. you've been dating for years, and anyone who's shocked by the effect you have on him has bigger problems than jamie's attraction to his own girlfriend.

it's the fact that he's about ten seconds away from pulling your suit to the side and rutting into you in the middle of a public beach with his friends not even a foot away.

someone across the half-moon crowd says something that makes you laugh—makes you wiggle. jamie's hands tighten on your hips to keep you still, but, by this point in the night, his body is too lax to be of much help. if anything, the impassioned touch eggs you on, and it isn't long before his hips are moving to match your mostly-involuntary movements.

jamie hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "baby, quit it—please."

fluttering half-lidded eyes meet his, clock his internal struggle, and immediately twinkle with mischief. under the guise of shifting your attention, you rub the outside of your thigh against the bulge threatening to tear his trunks.

"quit what?" you ask with a demure smile, your hands looping themselves around his neck. warm fingertips play with the feathered locks tickling his sunburnt neck, making him shiver.

"you know what," he glares. "i don't know when we'll get back home, and you're driving me insane."

"touch me here."

blinking in disbelief, he balks. "w-what?"

"touch. me. here."

each word is punctuated with a chaste peck to his ever-reddening cheek. the succinct affection bounces you in his lap, and jamie can't help but slide his hands further beneath the sandy blanket. at first, to halt the infuriating friction but, like usual, once his hands wander he just can't stop. consequences—and shyness—be damned.

"s'not a good idea." jamie nips your jaw, dotting a line of warm kisses along your neck, stopping once his nose brushes your ear. "my baby's loud as shit, and i'd rather not have an audience."

you swat his chest in offense, but giggle nonetheless. "am not!"

"are too." he smiles up at you.

"i can be quiet," you huff, determination furrowing your brow.

jamie reaches up to smooth the crease with his thumb. you catch his arm and press a sweet peck to the inside of his wrist. he shudders.

you hum into his skin, "i think you're projecting."

"that right?" your boyfriend feigns ignorance, amused.

"let me prove it," you whisper before leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. with your forehead flush to his, you try again. "please, jamie. i can't wait anymore—and i certainly can't wait until t strikes out with whoever he's obsessed with this week."

jamie snorts.

you make a solid point; it could be another ten minutes or upwards of two hours. his guess was as good as any—trevor himself included. jamie's really starting to hate that him finally fucking his own girlfriend hinges on his best friend's ability—or inability—to seal the deal.

"you make even a peep, and i stop. got it?"

what's the worst that could happen if he indulges you a bit? no one's even paying attention to either of you, anyway.

you nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth. jamie tugs it free, fingertip dancing over the fresh indentations. your tongue slips out to tease his sun-soaked skin, and it isn't long before the digit is flush to your hot tongue.

jamie's eyes are almost black with lust as they watch your lips welcome and release his finger over and over again. your eyelids fall as he slips into a trance, mesmerized by your mouth.

"words, baby. gimme words," he prods, the words barely audible.

you surrender his hand with a faint pop, blinking down at him like you're already teetering on the precipice. "no sounds or you stop—i got it," you parrot. "now are you going to touch me?"

"needy, needy, baby," jamie teases after stealing a kiss. "i've spoiled you rotten, haven't i? can't even go a couple hours without begging me to touch you... s'alright, i can barely keep my hands of you. 'specially when i've got you sittin' all pretty in my lap like this."

"—jamie, please, just... just touch me already—need t'feel you."

chuckling to himself, jamie mercifully pushes the sodden material out of the way. he nearly moans at what he finds.

how much of it is from the evening dip you took with a couple of the other girlfriends, it's hard to tell, but he'd put good money on it being little to none. no, the damp patch growing in his lap is all you. sweet and warm, and perfectly you.

you gasp when he collects some of the escaped arousal with a few of his fingers. jamie raises a brow in your direction and you cover your mouth apologetically. he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. you're trying so hard to keep quiet, it's adorable.

"—haven't even done anything and you're already breaking your promise," he chides. "how am i supposed to give you what you want when you're already misbehaving?"

"the other one," you breathe. confused, jamie hesitates. "give me your other hand."

you fish his free hand out from between your bodies and bring it up to your mouth. his eyes bulge out of their sockets once your intentions become obvious; you mean to silence yourself by sucking on his middle and marriage as he fucks you with the other hand. your back is mostly to the group, but he's still paranoid as all hell.

yet, jamie can't bring himself to deny you—or himself.

"you're gonna be the death of me," he groans as your head dips.

too turned on to care, jamie relents and slips a gentle finger into you. your eyes pinch shut, teeth catching on his other hand, but no sound leaves you. as a reward for your good behavior, he sinks in even further, until he's knuckle-deep at both ends.

his movements are much slower than normal, but, somehow, it doesn't matter. jamie's thumb seeks out your clit, sensitive and swollen despite its neglect, and he traces lazy circles between deep, measured thrusts. all the while, he mouths at your neck with little concern for what evidence he might leave behind. jamie's sole focus is making you feel as good as he does right now with his half-naked, hot-as-hell girlfriend writhing in his lap, her pretty pussy clenching around his lucky fingers.

"—j-jamie," you warble around his drenched hand, hips bucking into the other with what little leverage you have positioned like this. "—close, s'close."

oh, he knows. he can tell. jamie knows your body better than you do; he's a diligent student.

"are you, baby?" jamie can't resist a bit of taunting. you're too far gone to push back. "poor thing, what do you need from me? tell me what you need to get there."

you're slow to answer, overwhelmed by the sensations attacking your mind from all angles. somewhere along the line, a second finger was added... and then a third. the burning stretch aches so good your vision blurs.

jamie, jamie, jamie—the beginning, middle, and end of your thoughts—jamie, through and though. he's everywhere, but it's still not enough.

"my n-neck," you eventually gasp. "please—kiss my neck again."

your boyfriend is more than happy to oblige. lips latched to the tender spot just below your ear, jamie lets his hand take control of the pace; he's no longer content to drag this out. it's been a long day, and all he wants is to watch his pretty girlfriend fall to pieces in his lap.

your peak is ushered in by a series of pitiful little whines and whimpers, mostly muffled by his spit-stained hand, but jamie doesn't have the heart—or the sanity—to chastise you for it. if he had it his way, his mind would play those beautiful, broken sounds on a loop.

but the reverie is too good to last. it always is.

"get a room, you two!"

a chorus of laughter and vulgar remarks succeed trevor's call-out. and, hot under the collar, jamie's cheeks burn pink as he buries his face in the safety of your neck.

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[yokumirumerafan]

MY FAVORITE CREATOR! hi.... ;3. So I've been thinking, how about reader is their little sibling? Like a 6-10 year old who is always clinging to them and is very emotionally attached to them! They're strong asf too. [For the demons you can make them uppermoon 3 level and for the hashira you can make them a little weaker than gyomei?] Like there's just a little cuter minion clinging to their leg that can infact tear everything for their older sibling! SO CUTE! how about the little sibling is like very similar and copies them alot and has their attitude? Aaah! BTW if ya wanna....but IF YOU DONT YOU'RE STOLL MY FAVORITE THX SO MUCH IF YOU DO IT!! /maybe muzan + uppermoons. Hashira + demon slayers?

POST INFO: 📌 Title: KNY Characters with a Mini-Me Sibling That Copies Them! 📌 Characters: Muzan, Upper Moons, Hashira, Main Trio (Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke) + Genya 📌 Requested by: An amazing fan!! 💖 💬 Summary: Imagine being a tiny, strong sibling who’s completely obsessed with their big bro/sis and copies their every move! Whether it’s a mini Sanemi with anger issues or a tiny Inosuke ready to fight the world, their reactions are priceless. ⚔️ What to Expect: Muzan & Upper Moons dealing with a mini demon powerhouse. Hashira & Demon Slayers struggling with their own tiny, chaotic mirror. Zenitsu panicking, Inosuke celebrating, and everyone losing their minds. ✨ Get ready for: Overprotective older siblings (Some will cry, some will fight, some will just stare in disbelief). CHAOS. PURE CHAOS. Sibling bonding but make it deadly.

Hashira + Demon Slayers Reaction to Having a Mini Them as Their Sibling

🟢 Rengoku Kyojuro

SO PROUD!! Constantly ruffles your hair while shouting, "EXCELLENT, LITTLE ONE!"

Encourages your strength but reminds you to protect the weak first.

Always picks you up and spins you around when you win a fight.

If you copy his speech patterns? He is DELIGHTED.

"AH-HA! YOU'RE A TRUE RENGOKU! FLAME BREATHING FLOWS IN YOUR VEINS!"

🟣 Tomioka Giyuu

At first? Confused. "Why are you always following me?"

Secretly likes having you around but won’t admit it.

If you copy his "..." silence, he’ll just stare at you, unsure whether to be annoyed or amused.

Super protective, even if you’re crazy strong.

If someone hurts you, he will not hold back.

🦋 Shinobu Kocho

Finds it hilarious that you copy her attitude.

"Oh my, such a cute little menace~"

Teases you but will absolutely destroy anyone who harms you.

Teaches you medical skills, so you’re strong and a healer.

“Little siblings should always have a backup plan, don’t you think?”

🌀 Sanemi Shinazugawa

Angry Gremlin Duo™ – pure chaos.

Calls you "brat" but will murder anyone who insults you.

If you glare at people the same way he does, he smirks.

"Tch. You’re annoying, but at least you're not weak."

100% will fight anyone who says you’re too young to fight.

🐍 Iguro Obanai

"Why are you clinging to me?" proceeds to let you cling to him anyway.

Kaburamaru loves you, so he just accepts it.

Low-key thinks it’s adorable when you copy his mannerisms.

"You should learn to be more cautious… but I suppose I don’t mind."

🪨 Himejima Gyomei

Most protective sibling award.

Praises you for your strength but worries about your safety.

"You are strong… but even the strongest can fall."

Meditates with you and teaches patience.

If you cry? Instant hug.

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma

Panics. "WHY WOULD YOU COPY ME?! DON’T YOU WANT TO LIVE LONGER???"

Cries every time you cling to him but lowkey loves it.

If you scream in fear like him? He screams louder.

But if you show skill in Thunder Breathing? He’s suddenly a proud big bro.

"O-Oh my gosh, you’re so cool… I mean, of course! You got it from me!"

Tries to protect you despite being terrified himself.

Secretly super attached to you and will fight anyone who bullies you.

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

HYPED. "YOU’RE A MINI-ME?! LET’S FIGHT RIGHT NOW!"

He immediately makes you fight him to test your strength.

If you charge at enemies like a feral beast, he gets EMOTIONAL.

"YES!! YOU HAVE THE FIGHTING SPIRIT! I’M THE BEST BIG BRO!"

Absolutely brags about how cool you are.

If someone hurts you? Ohhh he’s RIPPING THEM APART.

Will literally drag you into random fights just for fun.

Upper Moons + Muzan’s Reaction to Their Mini Sibling

🔴 Muzan Kibutsuji

A child version of him?!? He is intrigued.

If you’re as strong as Upper Moon 3? Oh, he’s keeping you close.

"You are… interesting. Do not disappoint me."

If you copy his "pathetic" insults? Pleased.

10/10 spoils you with power.

🔵 Kokushibo

Silent pride.

You copy his formal speech, and it secretly melts him.

Trains you harshly but ensures you're stronger than everyone else.

"Your progress is… acceptable. Keep going." (Translation: I love you, but I won’t say it.)

🟣 Doma

THRILLED. Calls you "Little Cutie" 24/7.

"Ohhh~ You’re just like me! A little deadly menace!"

Encourages your chaos but won’t let anyone touch you.

Would totally pick you up and spin you for fun.

“Awww, you’re my mini-me! I love it~!”

🔶 Akaza

Overprotective Big Bro Mode ACTIVATED.

If you’re as strong as him? HYPED. Trains with you constantly.

"You’re impressive. But don’t get reckless."

Will rip apart anyone who tries to hurt you.

Ruffles your hair but pretends he doesn’t like it.

⚫ Gyutaro

If you’re as rough and mean as him? He’s proud.

"Heh. At least you ain't weak."

Protective as hell. No one’s touching you without consequences.

Loves that you’re similar to him but tells you not to end up like him.

Secretly gets emotional if you say you love him.

💙 Kaigaku

Smug older brother.

"Of course, my sibling would be amazing."

If you copy his cocky attitude? Amused.

Secretly scared of you surpassing him but won’t admit it.

Still protective in his own tsundere way.

[eomayas]

his friends and his dad hate me • chs

pairing: non-idol!vernon x fuckgirl!reader, fwb

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! angst

synopsis: you broke his little heart, he’s a cry baby. OR, reader excels in the male dominated field of being a female fuckboy! (based off ‘crybaby’ by megan thee stallion)

warnings: p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, riding, vernon gets his heart broke, reader is not a good person

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile and needed to finish it 😭 i love when readers are morally gray or just wrong & bad! pls remember this is just fiction ok thx!

despite the protests from his friends and the little (though extremely loud) voice in the back of his head telling him this is a horrible idea, vernon grabs his car keys and tries to slip out of his apartment. “dude, we didn’t even get to finish the game! get back here!” wonwoo shouts, frustration clear in his voice. it’s bible in their friend group to finish any smash tournament that’s started, and he’s breaking the one and only most important rule.

“later!” vernon says, hand on the door knob. he’s sort of stalling, sort of wants to be told that he has to stay behind. the thing is, he’s pathetic, especially when it comes to you. he’d cross all seven seas to get to you, if you asked.

“she doesn’t even like you!” soonyoung shouts. vernon sighs and rolls his eyes, walking down to the hallway and stopping at the entrance of the living room. five of his friends look at him with mild disappointment and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“first of all, she invited me over so you’re wrong—and secondly, you’d all do the same if you had prospects but you don’t,” vernon says, letting out a breath. it felt good for him to fight back like that, though soonyoungs comment does leave him feeling sort of doubtful. very doubtful, actually, because he knows there’s some truth in his statement whether he wants to acknowledge it or not.

minghao and joshua share a look and vernon sighs. “fuck you guys,” he says.

“yeah, whatever. but don’t come back here crying,” soonyoung says, a shit eating grin on his face. vernon flips him off, face flushing in embarrassment at the memory of him getting so drunk that he cried in mingyus arms at the club over you. they’ve never been able to let it go, bringing it up every time your name is mentioned. it’s mortifying, but a slight wake up call. except he’s not thinking with his head right now.

they all snicker, but minghao manages to give him a sympathetic shrug. it doesn’t do much to alleviate the doubt in his head, but the support is nice. simply put, his friends are not fans of you, and he doesn’t necessarily blame them. your relationship started out rocky and unserious—he was a late night booty call for you and a fill-in boyfriend without the title. he did boyfriend things with you—for you, thought you two were together until you dropped the bomb that you didn’t like him or want him like that. he was crushed, but he played it cool and told you that he wasn’t looking for a relationship anyway. that only made things worse, seeing that you only called him when you wanted some attention, and constantly made him feel like you wanted him.

the crying in the club bit was the straw that broke the camels back for his friends. they had a mock-intervention for him, urging him to delete your number and to find somebody else, but as if you were summoned at the mention of vernon moving on, you’d called him a few days later and got him back where you wanted him. he hasn’t been able to escape you since, caught in some spell or trap you put him under.

“whatever,” vernon mutters, pulling off his cap to run his fingers through his hair. “i’m leaving now.” he declares, urging himself to actually make the move to leave.

he’s halfway to the door when minghao calls out to him by saying, “my therapist would call this self-destructive behavior!”

vernon doesn’t have time to deeply evaluate his behavior as ‘self-destructive’, because he spends the twenty minute drive to your place psyching himself up. that alone should be indicative of the issue with seeing you, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. instead, he bumps his music and drums his fingers against the steering wheel.

it’s not lost on him that he was able to make it to your place without directions, though he forgot how complicated the apartment parking lot was. by the time he finds a spot that he won’t get towed and/or fined in, he’s much later than when he said he’d be at your place.

vernon sends you a quick ‘here’ text before making his way towards the door to your apartment building. he presses the buzzer for your unit, and his pulse skyrockets. in the few seconds that it takes for you to answer, he spirals thinking of every negative possibility of your encounter. what if you really do hate him, like soonyoung said? and, if not, what if he sucks in bed? what if he says something stupid? what if you find out he’s a complete and utter loser?

“vernon?” your voice crackles through the intercom and shoots straight to fast beating heart, halting his mental spiral of doom, and putting him back in the moment. he’s nervous in a different way now. he’s so unsure of himself around you sometimes—which is definitely a sign that he should cut ties with you.

“y-yeah,” he clears his throat quickly, trying to cover up his shaky voice. “it’s me.” his finger nearly throbs in pain from how much pressure he’s putting on the buzzer.

with a loud pop, the door unlocks and vernon enters. he hikes the two stories to your apartment, and by the time he’s at your door he’s mildly winded from how fast he got up there. vernon stalls a few feet from your door to regain his breath (and confidence). he chews on his bottom lip for a second and glances down the hallway and considers making a run for it.

there isn’t much thought put into that, though, because his feet take him in the other direction towards your front door, and he’s raising his fist to send three soft knocks your way. vernon shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sighs, dropping his shoulders and rolling them back.

you pull the door open and his eyes snap down to you, and he swears his hearing goes out for a split second, because his face feels like it’s on fire and his muscles feel heavy. and then you smile at him, and he thinks he may melt into a puddle in front of your door. “vernon!” you squeal, laughing yourself onto him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms encircling around his neck. “you took forever.” you mumble, capturing his lips in a kiss that he’s been dreaming of for weeks.

vernon silently thanks the universe that he didn’t collapse when you attached yourself to him, and that he had enough sense to hold onto the bottoms of your thighs for support. “traffic,” he lies, walking the two of you into your apartment and kicking the door closed behind him.

he stops walking and the two of you make out for a few minutes. his nerves disappeared the moment you latched onto him. granted, hes a bit nervous, but he doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out, or like he wants to make a run for it. “you look good, baby,” you purr once you pull back from his lips to really look at him. you run your hands through his short, brown hair and smile at him, and he decides right then and there that all of the pain and suffering you’ve put him through might be worth it, if you keep smiling at him like that.

untangling you legs from his waist, vernon helps set you down and lets his hands drag up your bare legs. your skin is soft like he remembers, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life rubbing and touching it. but your hands make use of pulling down his jacket zipper and subsequently helping him out of his coat, so he unfortunately has to pull his hands away from your thighs.

“have you been working out?” you question, setting his jacket on the back of one of your bar stools. vernon looks down at his own biceps and shrugs. “i lift sometimes, yeah,” he says. you walk back over to him and shamelessly feel him up. he’s still skinny, but there’s muscle in places you don’t necessarily remember him having.

“hmm,” is all you reply—it does a lot to cover up how badly you want to tear him out of his clothes. you grab his hand and lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

“how’ve you been?” vernon asks. you giggle at his awkwardness and give him a look over you shoulder as you pull him into your bedroom.

“really great,” you push him lightly towards your bed, and crawl onto his lap, lips finding purchase on his neck. you grind down onto him as you suck a purple mark onto his neck. “what about you?” you ask in between kisses, voice slightly breathless.

“uh, fine,” vernon spits out, mind a bit hazy when you slip off of his lap and onto your knees between his legs. “better.” you smile at him sweetly, but your hands make quick work of unbuttoning his jeans. he helps you pull them down to his ankles, along with his underwear.

a soft whimper leaves you mouth at the sight of his semi-hard dick. you press your thighs together and reach forward to grab ahold of his member and start stroking his shaft. vernon looks down at you with parted lips; he feels like he’s in a dream, watching you on your knees below him. you’ve given him head before, but it was conditional. usually, when you felt guilty for something, or knew you made him upset you would suck him off. he tries to push the thoughts away, and succeeds when you wrap you lips around the tip and attempt to take all of him. “fuuuck,” he groans, gripping onto the edge of the bed.

vernon is embarrassed at how quickly you draw out loud moans from him just by massaging his balls as you work your mouth on him. he hasn’t been with anybody else in awhile—and he’s too embarrassed to ever admit that he’s good with just having you, even if he has to wait for you to call him.

“oh, fuck, y/n,” he whines, thighs tensing. he lets go of the mattress to gather your hair and wraps it around one of his hands. you moan against his crotch when he pulls, watery eyes flicking up to meet his own. spit gathers at the corners of your mouth and vernon knows this is an image he’ll never, ever forget. “shitshitshit!” his hips buck upwards and he expects you to pull your mouth off of him to use your hands to get him to his release, but you stay put.

it drives vernon crazy. he comes fast, and he doesn’t have time to be embarrassed because you swallow, and then keep sucking after the fact. he’s never seen you act like this, and you’re a bit shocked at your own behavior—you hadn’t realized you missed him that much.

“y/n,” he whimpers, chin falling against his chest. you take that as a sign that he’s about to pass out, and reluctantly pull your mouth off of him with a pop. a trail of spit mixed with cum follows his cock to your mouth, and it makes you want to give him another blow job, but he looks too spent.

“vernon,” you start, getting off of your knees. he manages to sit upright before falling backwards onto your bed.

“give me a minute,” he croaks. you smile and take a few seconds of your own to catch your breath before you undress completely and crawl onto the bed next to him. vernon opens his eyes and looks over at you. “i wanted to do that.” he whines, referring to getting you naked, and reaches out for you.

you crawl on top of him and settle on his abdomen. his hands moves to your waist and his eyes stray trained on your breasts. you lean down a bit, practically putting your boobs in his face. vernon leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples. he shifts the two of you so he’s sitting up straight, thus shifting you down onto his crotch.

you can’t help but grind yourself against him as he plays with your breasts. he fondles the own that’s not in his mouth, and keeps his eyes on you. you moan softly above him, light little pants leaving your mouth that only encourage him. “nonie,” you whine, running your hands through his hair and gently tugging on the strands. “touch me. i want you to touch me.”

vernon pulls his mouth off of your breast and slides his hand that was on your waist up your spine. he grabs the back of your neck and pulls your mouth down to his own in a messy, heated kiss. he manages to flip the two of you over, propping himself up on an elbow and slipping his other hand between your legs.

“all for you,” you purr when he drags his fingers up your slit, a look of disbelief on his face at how wet you are. “need you, nonie. your fingers, mouth, all of it.” you whine, spreading your legs open for him. vernon liked how vocal you were about what you wanted from him. he wished you were as vocal about other aspects of your guys’ relationship, but he’ll take what he can get.

vernon dips two fingers inside of you, your arousal acting as a perfect lubricant. vernon kisses your neck and chest as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. his thumb presses on your clit and you moan out his name. “more, vernon,” you breathe, gripping onto his hair tightly. “fuck, i want you to fuck me vernon. can you fuck me?” you ask, clenching around his fingers.

his cock jumps at your tone of voice and request. “i can fuck you,” he rasps. he’d rather make you cum on his fingers first, but you wish is his command. he lifts up from you and pulls his shirt off. you rake your nails along his exposed abdomen, applying light pressure. you smirk up at him and he grabs your hand and kisses your palm. it’s much too intimate, but you can’t deny the butterflies it gives you.

“grab a condom,” you remind him, pointing to your nightstand when he grabs onto the base of his dick. he quickly moves to open the drawer, and he tries to ignore the photobooth strip of photos of you and some guy he’s never met is the first thing he sees. he pushes it out of the way and grabs a stray condom, and slams the drawer shut.

he rips open the package and rolls the condom on before grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder and lining himself up. vernon pushes his hips forward and sinks the tip in. “ah!” you gasp at the delicious stretch. quiet as it’s kept, vernon has a big dick and he knows how to use it. it’s unfortunate that he’s hung and is so shy about it—sometimes you wish he’d call you to fuck, rather than you doing it all the time. “fuck, vernon, you’re so big.” his body flushes with heat and he keeps pushing forward.

you suck him in welcomingly. he fits inside of you like you were made to be stuffed by him. he fucks into with a steady rhythm, and each time he pushes inside a moan is pushed form your lungs. vernon can’t keep his own moans contained, moaning our curses with each thrust. it’s dizzying, how turned on he is by you. he feels like he can’t think about anything other than fucking you and staying like this until eternity. he gets the morbid thought that he’d be okay if he died like this, buried inside of you.

“fuck, right there baby! you’re so good to me, fuck!” you shriek, mouth falling open as you look at there the two of you connect. you get lost in watching him disappear inside of you, by the white ring that’s formed at the base of his dick. the sounds vibrate off of the walls; squelching and skin on skin nearly deafening. “fuck me, vernon!” you cry, hips raising to meet his own.

tears brim in your eyes when he pulls your leg from his shoulder and shoves it up to your chest, spreading you open wider and fucking into you at a different angle. “i m-missed you,” he chokes out, shifting his weight to a single arm so he can grope your chest.

“me too,” you pant, chest arching up into his. you chase his lips with your own, wanting to feel as close to him as possible. your mouths press together, but not in a kiss. you pant and moan harshly against each other, his hips rutting into you at a faster, less rhythmic pace.

“i-im close,” he whimpers, placing an open mouthed kiss on the corner of your lips. you whine out his name as he speeds up his pace, your arms sliding up his back. you dig your nails into his skin, definitely leaving scratches. “fuck, you’re perfect.” he whispers, eyes looking into yours.

you whimper and squeeze around him before your release comes crashing over you. “nonie!” you cry, clutching onto him like a life raft as he fucks you through your orgasm. his strokes lose rhythm completely and moments later he’s coming into the condom, stilling inside of you as he does. you almost wish he wasn’t wearing a condom, so you could feel him.

vernon drops on top of you, his arms too weak to hold himself up. you cling to him, hands running through his hair absentmindedly. you don’t mind the weight of him on you, and you especially don’t mind the fact that he’s still inside of you. you have a soft spot for vernon, even though it may not seem like it. he’s the nicest guy you’ve ever been with—much nicer than the guys you’re typically acquainted with—and he’s sweet to you, even when you don’t deserve it. you know you should probably let him go, free him of your games, but something in you won’t let you. and that same something won’t let you like him—love him—how he deserves.

“vernon,” you murmur, rubbing his back.

“hmm.”

“im hot, and you’re heavy,” you say with a soft giggle. he smiles into the sheets and lifts himself up and pulls himself out of you. both of you whimper pathetically at the loss of contact, and laugh at each other seconds later. he drops down beside you on the bed, rolling onto his back. you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on his chest before resting on your cheek, and he wraps an arm around your waist.

vernon strokes your hair and keeps his eyes on you. if he was a cartoon, his heart would be beating out of his chest and hearts would be shooting out of his eyes.

“you’re staring,” you mutter, rubbing his side.

“because you’re pretty,” he says, hand sliding from your waist to your ass. you roll your eyes and sit up onto your knees and look down at him. you can’t contain the urge to smile or kiss him, so you do both. “you should go pee.” he mumbles, breaking the kiss.

“right,” you say, quickly getting off the bed. no other guy would remind you to pee after sex, but of course vernon does. every single time, too. you wish you could leave him alone.

vernon sits up and grabs his boxers. he pulls them on and stretches his arms above his head, sighing when he feels a pop in his shoulders. somewhere behind him, a phone buzzes once, then twice, then incessantly. he doesn’t know where his phone is, so he digs around in the bed until he finds the source, pulling out the phone from under a pillow. it’s definitely not his, so he feels sort of strange holding it as the name ‘seungcheol’ flashes across the screen.

“what are you doing with my phone?” you ask with an accusatory tone, eyebrows furrowed as you tie your robe.

“i couldn’t find mine, and it was ringing,” vernon says, holding it out to you. you snatch it out of his hand unnecessarily, ready to tell him to mind his business until you look down at the screen and see three texts and a missed call from a guy you’re seeing. it’s not super serious, but you feel bad for vernon having to see it.

“sorry,” you mutter, quickly typing out a response to seungcheol. you try to shove the guilt down as you set your phone down on your dresser. it’s awkward and tense, and you can feel him watching you as you mess around with things on your dresser.

glancing up, you catch his eyes in the mirror and sigh before turning around to face him. you crawl onto the bed next to him and sit on your knees. he won’t meet your eyes, so you try the only thing to bring him back to you.

you kiss his neck and run your hands across his chest. he doesn’t react so you pull your robe open and grab his hand, placing it on your chest and squeezing. “vernon,” you murmur, crawling into his lap. you kiss up his neck, to his jaw, and when you get to his mouth he pulls back.

it’s not his business at all, but he can’t hold back when he asks, “who was that?”

you bite your bottom lip and encircle your arms around your neck. you press your weight into his crotch and bite back a smile when he covers a groan with a throat clear. “he’s just a friend, nonie,” you lie, kissing his cheek. “you have me. all of me.”

he looks up at you with wide eyes, and you feel his cock twitch under your ass. he’s pathetic, and it’s never been more clear to him because he kisses you and palms your breast, pinching your nipple lightly and shoving off your robe. he knows he’s reaches new lows because he lets you push him flat onto the bed and pull his underwear down. when you sink down onto him—with no condom this time—he knows he’s fucked.

you ride him like your life depends on it, like him forgetting that seungcheol ever called is imperative to keeping this thing going between the two of you, because it is. you bring out all the stops, riding him on your toes and telling him things he definitely wants to hear, like how nobody feels better than him, and he’s the best you’ve ever had.

vernon leaves your apartment with clarity on one thing: he understands why his friends can’t stand you.

[mybworlds]

Kiss the girl

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Warnings: use of you, you’re a mermaid, I won't give any details except for nice long legs and very long hair, nudity, violence (a little?), use of both pov. If I missed smt please let me know.

Summary: your time with Marcus is over, you have to go back to your home. When you are about to leave, Marcus has the courage to declare himself, but..

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A/N Thank you so much for the amount of love and support, it means a lot. The title of the chapter takes inspiration from the very famous song from Walt Disney's The Little Mermaid. Likes, comments and reblogs are not mandatory, but very appreciated! ❤️

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The days pass peacefully as do what Acacius calls weeks. Every evening as instructed by your aunt you take a few drops of her potion and then return to your commitments with Marcus.

When the man has no political or military commitments, he dedicates all his time to you, he even gives you clothes and a pearl necklace, although the pearls are certainly not as splendid as those you have at the bottom of the sea.

Being with him for so long, you almost feel like you've always been there with him, that you've always been part of his life and, if your initial intent was to get to know him and discover his world, now you hope to be part of it forever.

You have also learned to love the time with little Faustus, you almost feel like an old sister playing with her little brother. You’ve never experienced this pleasure and it’s beautiful. You chase each other, you giggle, you grab him and lift him into the air, you tickle him, you run to the beach and there, just off the shore, you splash each other, covering yourself in sand and seaweed.

You once noticed Marcus watching you with a tender smile, the light in his eyes is sometimes indecipherable to your eyes. Your relationship is slowly changing and you don't mind at all.

You and him have reached an almost perfect daily life and you have such trust in each other that maybe now you can tell him everything. Including your origin and the truth about you.

That summer evening there's a slightly stronger and warmer wind, you run to your room feeling the effects of the potion almost fading. You reach under the bed to get the vial and that's when you realize there are only a few drops for that evening.

A deep sense of sadness and grief creeps over you as you realize you have to return to your aunt under the sea. The moment of truth has arrived. You must speak to Marcus before you have no choice but to show him who you are.

Marcus...

Oh, he was always so kind to you, sweet. He made you feel loved, yes you think that's the right word. But will he understand who you are? Or will he chase you away?

Maybe he should really be with someone like Augusta Lucilla, as everyone calls her, a good woman, beautiful, elegant, educated and certainly accustomed to what happens in Rome, its intrigues and its dark power. You met her more than once and she seemed genuinely intrigued and fascinated by you, she asked you many questions and you gave the same answers you had already given to everyone before. She and Marcus have also spent a lot of time alone together, and when that happened, you could watch them and see how perfect they are together. You know what Marcus thinks, but you think that maybe he should give her a chance. It hurts to think about it, but you and him—even if he accepted you—couldn't be together anyway.

When you reach him, you find him on the beach intent on watching the sunset. His amber skin is orange-toned, his greyish curls are tousled by the wind, his gaze is rapt and absorbed. You call him softly and he turns to you, smiles slightly and holds out his hand to you, which you offer, sitting next to him. You are shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm and you have never been closer.

“You’re here.” he tells you in a faint whisper.

You look into his soft hazel eyes, he seems troubled by something that you can only assume has to do with Lucilla and his now controversial upcoming wedding. Geta, in fact, does nothing but come here to his house to remind him of the impending event and does not miss any opportunity to talk to you and try to charm you or capture your attention, but so far he has always failed. You don't like his eyes and their expression at all, his voice makes you disgusted and scared at the same time, you always fear that something might happen to you in his presence. You are kind to him, courteous, but always maintain a cordial detachment and above all never spend more time than necessary with him and never alone.

“I'm here,” you say, looking him softly in the eyes.

His expression is sad, he searches for your hand again which he holds gently in his. He strokes the back of your hand with his thumb without saying anything. The silence that usually falls between you is comfortable, full of a strange and pleasant intimacy, but this seems to foretell something extremely serious.

“Your presence is always so dear to me,” he says, leaving the sentence hanging in mid-air for a while as if he didn't know how to continue, “but I fear... that we won't be able to see each other again.” you frown, looking him insistently in the eyes, while his eyes become full of regret and sadness.

You find yourself lowering your eyes, maybe it's better this way. This way it’ll be easier for you to separate from him and maybe try to forget the joy and sweetness you felt with him all this time. You will definitely have fewer regrets and probably won't want to come back to the surface as much. You had a good time with him and maybe, given his upcoming wedding, it's a good thing you're not here. You would only feel a great immense pain. You have learned to love him.

“You were my lifeline. The most precious thing that could ever happen in my life. A sweet and gentle soul who touched my heart and soul in such a unique, strong, delicate, persuasive way.” you look up at each other at the same time “Thank you for saving me.”

“I didn’t do anything… I…” you start to say, but he takes your hand again, bringing it to his lips and kissing it with such sweetness that it makes your skin pucker.

“You did, instead. You saved me on more than one occasion. Months ago... and since you've been here.” he adds still holding your hand gently in his “You gave me so many moments of joy and... with you and your innocence I discovered the purity of a feeling that I had never felt before.” you look at him surprised and almost speechless.

You thought that he, so handsome, so strong, so confident, had dozens of women he had seduced and related experiences. You never thought he could find in you what you thought he had already experienced and felt.

“I… um, I don’t know what to say,” you admit in a small voice, then he looks at you with such intensity that you think everything is probably going to burn under his gaze soon, including you.

His face is now so close to yours, his hand halfway between your face and your hair, his grip is firm, but you are not afraid of this gesture, on the contrary. You don't know what to do but stand still and watch this gesture almost in bewilderment, he must have noticed this almost stiffening of yours because he stops a hand's breadth away, “Sorry,” he whispers and you feel his hot breath against your face for the first time.

“No, I don’t… it’s just…” I’m a mermaid, you want to tell him, maybe this is the right time, the most appropriate time to tell him who you are. You are looking for the right words to be completely honest with him.

“I know,” he tells you in a tone of voice so reassuring, so sure that it silences every other word you say. Did he understand? Or see something you don't? Your words get stuck in your throat, will he accept you or want you anyway?

“Marcus...” you murmur, moving closer to his face, imitating what he had done to you a few moments before. You can notice every single wrinkle of his, his scar next to his right eye, his uneven beard, his brown eyes.

“My lord!” someone calls Marcus, it's one of his servants. You both walk away at the same time realizing that what was about to happen can never happen between you.

“What's going on?” asks Marcus, turning around. You first look at the man's profile, then you turn around too.

“The…” the servant clears his throat as if embarrassed, as if he doesn’t know what to say. You let your gaze wander from the man to Marcus who simply nods without adding anything else. His face has become a tense mask, his eyes are sad and downcast, then he turns towards you and his gaze softens.

When the servant leaves, he takes your hand tenderly, turning you towards him, “If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?” you nod, concerned by the serious tone of voice and what appears to be concern.

You nod.

“It's a serious thing,” he announces.

A few weeks before...

Acacius, although has achieved a certain stability and serenity with you, is increasingly oppressed by Geta's push to quell any type of revolt that is creeping into the heart of Rome. In fact, the emperor is convinced that among the possible conspirators there is none other than the daughter of the emperor Marcus Aurelius and, according to Geta, the only way to definitively suppress the main revolt would be to marry Augusta Lucilla to the General so loved by the people and very faithful to his kingdom and to that of his brother Caracalla.

Lucilla, during her many meetings with Marcus, convinced him to participate in at least one of the many secret meetings in which she herself assiduously participates. There, Marcus discovered that many figures who are also prominent in the Senate are against the mad and bloody reign of the Emperors and ended up agreeing with their opinion.

Marcus has often totally disapproved of the two young men's methods of reigning and has often felt oppressed by their expansionist aims and from their total inability to think about the good of the people. Tired and fed up with their way of doing things, the General has, albeit secretly, decided to support Lucilla's cause and to bring back to light Marcus Aurelius' dream, or at least try. It's probably all madness, but Marcus hopes with all his heart that with the support of his men and the support of the Senate, or at least part of it, this conspiracy can succeed and the power of the two twin Emperors be overthrown.

Until then he had always kept away from such situations, but this is no longer possible. Now is the time to act.

Today...

The time is near. Many men loyal to Marcus are about to land on the coasts of Lazio. Soon everything should begin in Rome and the two Emperors will be taken by surprise, but not you. You have to go, Marcus has thought of everything. He will have you board a merchant ship to take you back to the coast of Sicily, where he first met you so that you will be safe from all of this. Marcus, in fact, does not know what could happen once the fuse is lit. Everything could explode, or implode.

You are the strangest, yet most delightful and sweet creature he has ever known. So pure and so gentle, so magnetic and magical, so strong and yet fragile at the same time. He knows he will never be the same after he meets you. He will carry the sweet memory of you with him forever. He won't be able to love you in this life, but he hopes that when one day far away you are both in the Elysian Fields, then and only then will he be able to allow himself to be happy with you.

It's not a given that the conspiracy will end badly, but if everything doesn't go as planned, then Marcus must be prepared for the worst and he knows that in this eventuality he must protect those he loves and prepare to suffer and die.

He has already arranged for the young Iulia and the little Faustus to be entrusted to a dear friend of his who will take care of them and respect them both. He will make sure that they come with you since you have grown so fond of the little one and Faustus of you. He's more than certain that their life will be peaceful and dignified.

But now the real question is how to tell you? How to tell you that he loves you, but that he has to let you go?

Marcus has been through so many difficult, dangerous and painful situations, but having to say goodbye to you is the most heartbreaking thing he has ever thought about or will ever have to do. He wanted to place his lips on yours and whisper those words that no one had ever managed to get out of him before you. You have been the sweetest of companions throughout this time, the first to make him smile and fill his heart.

He knows you have your secrets, but he doesn't care. He learned to love you for who you are and how you make him feel, and that's enough for him.

It's probably not right to kiss you and then say goodbye and perhaps the fact that you pulled away is a sign that the gods have sent to Marcus not to involve you in this foretold drama. However, the fact that you are now approaching his face and the arrival of one of his servants makes him understand that perhaps at least with you he must be clear and sincere. If he were to die and the two of you never see each other again, you have every right to know why. He doesn't want to disappear from your life like a bubble, he doesn't have that cruel courage.

You must know.

Your face changes expression continuously as he tells you what happened in the previous weeks without your knowledge, you are surprised, confused, maybe even angry and disappointed by his silence, anguished because you have surely understood that it's something that in one way or another could kill him.

“It’s not fair.” You whisper in a barely audible whisper. “Don’t leave me.” You find yourself begging him, your eyes clouded with great sadness. You look down at the wave-moistened sand.

Marcus whispers your name, moving your hair and tucking it behind your back, but you don’t look at him, “Please, look at me.” he says to you, slowly caressing your shoulder. “Please.” he adds in a pleading tone.

You look up at him and for the first time he thinks he sees something like tears.

“I don't...” you say with a shaking voice, “I can't cry, but I wish I could now.” Marcus moves his hand away from your shoulder “I - I can't. I - I... I mean, tomorrow morning I have to... leave.” you don't stop staring at the sand at your feet “I don't know how long I'll be gone, but...” for a while you stay silent, there is only the lapping of the sea to fill the silence that is growing between you “I am not who you think I am, Marcus.” you finally resume, finally raising your eyes to his face.

“I know who you are, instead.” he says and in your eyes almost fear spreads “You are the person I dreamed and hoped could be by my side. You changed me and made me see the world in a sweet and tender way.” he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand and your eyes lock, making everything and everyone fade into the background.

“It’s not like that. I… um, I’m a liar, but if I lied to you it’s because I just wanted to…” Marcus places a finger on your lips, blocking the words that would likely make him see you in a different light.

“Please don't think badly of yourself, my beautiful girl,” he murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are so sweet, so pure, so…”

“A monster.” This word comes out abruptly from your lips, freezing the situation and causing an abrupt silence to fall between you, “Well, many... define us like this. Monsters. Murderers.”

Marcus frowns in astonishment. No, it can’t be that you were hired to kill him or kill emperors. He doesn’t believe it. Yet, a part of him has always felt you were elusive. If he had to compare you to something, he would define you as similar to a drop of water that, no matter how much you want to stop it, always finds a way to escape your grip.

Marcus interrupts your flow of words that would likely have led you into dangerous uncharted territory by bringing his face close to yours and placing his lips on yours. He feels you holding your breath and tensing, but you don't pull away. Your lips are so soft, he places his hands first on the sides of your face as if he wanted to bring you even closer to his face, lifting it just a little to deepen the contact. He knows he should have asked your permission and when he's about to move away from your face and apologize again, you're the one who stops him by placing a hand in his curly hair. Your kiss is so sweet and innocent that it almost ends up crumbling everything around you, the sounds, the noises, the lights, the words —the whispered ones, the hidden ones— everything fades into the background. You kiss slowly, almost as if it were your first and last kiss, the first and last moment, so sweet and intimate, so yours.

He doesn't know exactly what you feel, he knows that inside you it's as if two people were clashing, the sweet one who was immediately able to conquer both him and all the inhabitants of the house with your gentleness and innocence and the other one is the mysterious, seductive one that attracts everyone to you while keeping everyone away.

One murmurs the other's name in a whisper and still with eyes closed almost as if you fear that one might dissolve if the other opens his eyes, you sink both hands into his hair and whisper his name again. In his ears his name sounds almost like a sweet melody, it's as if for a long moment he had forgotten about the conspiracy, the dangers, his probable death, but he allowed himself the luxury of thinking of a world in which you and he could live in peace, happy, serene.

“Marcus...”

You open your eyes and each rests his gaze on the other, he caresses your cheeks with his fingertips, still savoring these brief moments of peace, of tenderness. He enjoys your rapt gaze, how your eyes close when he caresses your face or when his nose brushes against yours. He smiles thinking that if the gods wanted to call him to them right now, he would die in peace.

“Tomorrow morning at dawn, I have to - I have to leave.” you tell him, caressing that face that you have learned to love more and more every day and that now will be difficult to let go.

Marcus rests his forehead against yours, he doesn't want to let you go, but he has to. He doesn't know how you'll leave or who'll pick you up, he just knows you'll leave him and, although he's always been strong, this will weigh on him. He'll miss you.

Dawn comes early. You and Marcus spent the night on a triclinium, huddled together, each doing nothing but caressing the other's face, each seeking the other's hand.

The more the light prepares to prevail over the night and the more the pain in your chest increases and amplifies, when Marcus falls asleep, you gently loosen your grip and get up.

The pain in your legs makes you understand that the spell is now ending and that you are close to returning to who you are. You don't want to return to the bottom of the sea, but you cannot do otherwise.

You snuggle up and look at his face once more, so peaceful during sleep and almost always tormented during the day, his hair, a disheveled curl falling across his forehead, the scar under his eye, his lips that you kiss gently again, his big and strong hands.

You have to go now.

You turn your back on him and walk down those corridors that you have learned to know, along which you have also run, laughed, talked and marveled at the great beauty that man is capable of; now you're on the beach, the sky is full of clouds and you're ready to return to the waves despite yourself. You undress, leaving behind the beautiful silk dress that Marcus gave you, and you also leave the necklace he gave you there.

The water is cold, but it only lasts a moment, then your beautiful legs are no longer there and in their place your fish tail has reappeared. As you are about to dive in, you realize that a couple of timid tears have flown towards the waves, causing sudden, strong ripples.

You give yourself a boost by immersing yourself completely as if you wanted to push everything away and distance yourself from your life on earth.

You want to come back, but you don't know how long it'll be before you can, or if the man you love will wait for you... what you completely ignore, however, is that Marcus saw everything.

[seung185]

So I made this post on Reddit some time ago and I'mma just transfer it here to Tumblr to see if it gets any more results… Also—

HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE MAIN STORY, THE LI'S MYTHS, AND MANY OTHER MEMORIES!!!

The Many Lives and/or Incarnations (Future, Past, Alternate, etc.) of the MC:

I was just wondering if anyone has a comprehensive list of all the different versions/lives/incarnations of the MC?

I mean, we have the big ones, like the Myths, but then there are also the lives only mentioned in the Anecdotes and Secret Times/Tender Moments/other 5-or-4-star cards.

Also, was there a version that "stole" Rafayel's scales? And one who lived on an island in a hut "doing the same thing over and over again"?

Anyways, this is my list so far (not all of these are official/proper titles—some of them I simply assigned based on context so if anything on the list is wrong, please correct me!):

Modified Combat Android A-01 (Decoherence: Ultimate Weapon X-02)

The Dragon Fiend's Soulmate (Beyond Cloudfall: Abysm Sovereign)

Queen (Regent?) of Philos (Shooting Stars: Lightseeker)

Terminally Ill High School Student (Xavier's Anecdotes: When Shooting Stars Fall)

The Foreseer's Eternal Jasmine Bud (Tower of Secrets: Foreseer)

Honorary "Trophy" Princess of Philos (Sea of Golden Sand: Abysswalker)

Nebula Arena Gladiator Fighter Slave (Main Story: All From Deepspace)

The RoseFlower of the Little Prince (Xavier Memoria: Horizon's Pulse)

Enforcer of the LCBI (Savage Overture: Tomorrow's Catch-22)

Most Devout Human Follower (Forgotten Sea: God of the Tides)

Village Outcast/"Disciple" of the MoF (Snow's Embrace: Master of Fate)

Abyssal Witch of the Deep Sea (Fragrant Dream: Witch of the Abyssal Rift)

Tyrannical Runaway Desert Princess (Rafayel Memoria: Gem Affection)

Beloved Bride of the Sea God (Submerged Eclipse: Lemurian Sea God)

Please help me fill out/add to the list!

Edit: since this was a copy-paste of my original Reddit post, the first part might be a bit wonky since at the time I hadn't played a lot of content… thx to the anon who still answered the questions and made me realize I should cut some parts 😂👍🏻

[theangrycomet-art]

Loonatics: La Familia Gonzales

Veloz "Swift" Gonzales

mid-50's

"the fastest mouse in all of the Merrie Melody galaxy"

at one point anyways- he's still fast but he's slowed down a bit with age

Proud papa, restaurant-club owner, and Blanc revolutionist

owns a chain of various clubs (Speedy's a Go-Go) and restaurants (Pizzarriba)

the Blanc locations also serve as covers for safe points for the resistance as well as those trying to escape Tweetums reign

Lost his hands when he was caught breaking his friends out of prison who were were wrongfully persecuted

Powers/Abilities:

Gonzales Speed

Voice mimicry

Super Strength (via Cybernetic Upgrades)

Explosives Deployment (via Cybernetic Upgrades)

Weapons

bladed sombrero

grenades

Ana "Velocity" Gonzales

mid-20's

Strong contestant for "Fastest Thing in Acmetropolis" though Rev officially holds that title

running the remaining Acmetropolis restaurant location

there had been 8 before the Comet but now the first and last one holding on by a thread

insurance refused to pay for the damages (she didn't get Comet insurance because what were the odds?)

"everything is fine!" everything was not in fact fine

all this PLUS she's got to deal with a certain competitor who wants to buy her all locations (still in the process of rebuilding)

pressed her to start stealing to get the bills paid

pretty good thief (much to her internal dismay) and managed to stay undetected for a really long time until she ran full speed into a truck and sent it derailing (she was fine)

Powers/Abilities:

Gonzales Speed: Boosted by Comet Strike

Molecular Acceleration

Enhanced Durability

Sonic Scream

Weapons

micro-explosives (thx Papa)

throwing discs (with their speed and size they might as well be bullets)

Gabrielle "Gabby" Gonzales

15

works at the restaurant part-time as hostess/waiter and typically is the own in charge of pick up orders

trying to survive high-school

tennis champ (regular and table)

party-girl

knows her sister is doing SOMETHING shady to keep everything going (their business is good but not "able to rebuild 8 separate locations that are regularly sabotaged good) but doesn't want to rock the boat

keeping herself distracted with her after-school stuff and hanging out with her friends

Powers/Abilities:

Gonzales Speed: Boosted by Comet Strike

Voice Mimicry

Sonic Scream

Ana's "Velocity" look

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Starting Over - Harringrove

Hello hello, did you miss me? First post for @harringrovesummerbingo and I'm aiming to finish my card this time! I hope you enjoy this one! :D

Title: Starting Over

Square & Prompt: A1- Having a nest destroyed

Rating: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1800+

Major Tags: Omega!Steve, Alpha!Billy, Omegaverse fic

Additional Tags: Steve’s parents are assholes, omegaverse dynamics

Summary (for fan fiction): Steve comes home to discover his nest has been destroyed. He calls his alpha on the verge of a panic attack and Billy has to put him back together.

Steve had a rough day. His customers were rude as hell to him, he’d been dealing with a migraine most of the day, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his nest to take a nap. He had already texted Billy that he needed to cancel dinner for tonight. He needed to go lay down. 

While Billy was obviously upset, he understood very well that Steve had bad days. Part of him wanted to check on him anyway, but he wouldn’t want to intrude on his omega while he was in his nest. He wasn’t a typical rude alpha who would barge in. Maybe once upon a time he was, but now? Now, he cared about his omega deeply and wanted him to have his space if he needed.

‘Let me know if you need anything baby.’ [received: 6:03]

He wanted to cry from that simple text alone. He didn’t know what he deserved to have such a good man care for him. Even when his body was literally attacking itself. Now that he thought about it, his body was probably protesting due to his heat coming on. It was a few weeks away, but he also suffered from PHS (pre-heat syndrome). That felt like your body was aching, cramping, you were angrier than usual, and it was like your body wanted to fall apart on you.

Part of Steve believed it was part of all the hits that he took for the pups. He would never apologize or feel bad for defending them. He’d do anything for his pack. That’s why they made him pack omega after all. 

Maybe he should text the alpha back so he wouldn’t come looking for him. 

‘I will. Thx for understanding xo’ [sent 6:05]

Using his key to unlock the door, Steve paused in the doorway as he was hit with a familiar set of scents. Not his pack, not his pups, and most definitely not his alpha. That made his heart pick up the pace. Those scents could only mean one thing.

His parents had returned home for whatever reason.

Instantly, his anxiety spiked through the roof as he walked through the threshold. Removing his shoes and setting them by the door, Steve tried to steady his breathing. Judging by the scent, they hadn’t been here long. However, it was strong, so he knew they had to be here for maybe an hour or so. 

His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed a piece of paper on the fridge. 

Where were all his pictures of the pups? 

His heart was racing now as he two-stepped it to the kitchen, picking up the note. Of course, it was his father’s handwriting.

‘Steven,

You know better than to have strangers in our pristine home. This place is not a hangout zone for your bastard children to stay for free. I removed all the traces of them being here and de-scented the place. I’m ashamed of the way you have left your room as well. You are certainly not the pup that we raised. Your mother is even ashamed of the way you have left your room. Thank goodness I was here to clean it up before she laid her eyes on the eyesore you call your bed. Anyway, we are leaving again. Don’t you let me catch you bringing those children or your whore of an alpha around. If you can even call him that.

-Father.’

His room? His pups? They took away everything that made this place feel like home. He rushed up to his bedroom and he was hoping that they hadn’t touched his nest.

That was his safety, his safe place when everything was too much.

Throwing open the door to his room, tears instantly sprung to his eyes as he laid upon the room in front of him. His bed had been neatly made, the pillows, blankets, and things incorporated into his nest had been thrown astray. How dare they touch his nest? 

A whine erupted from his throat as the tears poured down his face. They had violated his sacred space and really tore his safety net away. The pups’ things were strewn about carelessly. Dustin’s goofy patterned shirt, Lucas’ sports jersey (clean of course), Max’s blue jacket, Erica’s pink jacket, Mike’s striped shirt, Will’s plaid outershirt, and Billy’s jacket were among the floor, tainted by his father’s scent.

His omega howled from the loss of the scents. Immediately, he could feel the world spinning and his head started pounding harder.

Without thinking, he instantly texted the same number he knew by heart. 

‘Alpha, need you.’ [ sent 6:10 ]

~*~

Billy received the text a few minutes after his omega had told him thank you. Thinking it was merely a text to ask to reschedule, his eyes widened as he read those words. 

‘Alpha, need you.’ [received 6:10, reply? ]

Immediately, he grabbed his phone to call Steve.

His heart broke when he heard sobs on the other end of the phone.

“Baby, what happened? Tell me.” He said while throwing his jacket on, trying to find his keys on the table.

“Th-they ruined it!” Steve howled.

“Ruined what? And who?” Billy held back a snarl fighting his lips.

“M-My nest! I-It’s ruined!” He sobbed again, harder this time. “I-I wanted to n-nap! I-It’s ruined!” 

“Hang on, sweetheart, I’ll be there soon. Keep talking to me.” The alpha knew how serious this was. If the omega was in distress for too long, especially given his conditions before this happened, he could drop.

He swore to any deity listening that if his omega dropped, he’d kill his parents. Steve didn’t have to say it before Billy assumed who had done it.

First things first, he’s gotta get over there first. 

He had never driven faster than he did that night.

After a short drive, he arrived and rushed into the house. “Baby? Where are you?”

The sobs broke his heart as his alpha growled internally. How dare they hurt his baby? He didn’t deserve this after a long day. He rushed up the stairs and into his bedroom. His eyes landed on the former nest that was now in pieces. Steve was clutching the clothing to his chest and sobbing.

“Doesn’t smell like them! It’s all wrong!” Steve sobbed into the items.

Billy approached him, setting his hands on his arms. “Look at me baby, I got you.” He pulled him in for a gentle hug. “I’m sorry those assholes destroyed your nest.”

Steve felt soothed by being surrounded with his alpha’s scent. Thank god they didn’t know about him dating Billy. They certainly would have found a way to ban him or hurt him. He didn’t want to worry about that right now.

“I need you to tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

He was only answered by him sobbing into his chest. “Okay, okay, I’m going to call the pups. We’ll get this nest fixed, okay? I know it was perfect, but you can build another one.” He rubbed his back gently.

Immediately, Billy sent a text to the group chat (though Steve was in it, he didn’t think he’d see it til later). 

‘Code Yellow. Need you all here, now. No questions.’ 

The responses started pouring in and admittedly made him feel warm.

‘Mom’s in trouble? Oh hell no. Be there in 5.’ -Dustin

‘Who hurt Mom? We’re going to beat some ass! Does Nancy need her friend?’ -Mike

‘I’m bringing Erica, don’t worry.’ -Lucas

‘You could have brought me with you, dumbass. I’m on my way.’ -Max

‘I’m bringing it anyway, don’t worry. Roundup begins in four.’ -Nancy

Billy put his phone away. “Don’t worry, sweetness.” He kissed his head. “It’ll all be better soon, I promise.”

Steve nodded against him and he whimpered softly. At least he had some family that actually cared about him and wouldn’t do the same to him.

“Alright, do you think we can rebuild your nest? We’ll start with some new blankets and pillows, then we’ll get them to fill in what’s missing, okay? It’ll be their personal touch to the nest.”

The omega liked that idea and nodded, looking up at his alpha with shining eyes. “Okay.”

His heart flipped in his chest again. How anyone would hurt his sweet omega, he had no clue. It made him so angry to think about that. 

“Tell me what you need and I’ll help.”

“Mmn, pass me that blanket.”

~*~

The Party arrived moments later and didn’t bother knocking since Billy was expecting them to come up. They each brought a new piece of clothing and heavily scented it before walking in the door. The shoes piled onto the extra shoe rack Steve had placed by the door, each one a different pair, yet it all seemed to fit there like it had always belonged.

“Steve?”

“Mom?”

The voices chorused together and Steve perked up a bit from the middle of his nest. He let out a soft chirp of acknowledgment, Billy following suit with a soft chuff of his own so they knew where to find them.

The kids poked their heads into the bedroom and their faces sank when they saw the pile of their stuff off to the side.

Dustin was the first to speak, “Mama, what happened?”

Lucas and Mike both kept their gazes trained on his face. “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” Lucas followed up.

Steve glanced up at his alpha, then at the pups. “My parents came home… tore apart my nest.”

Immediately, little growls of disapproval filled the room. “Are you kidding? Don’t they know that’s the one rule? You don’t fuck with an omega’s nest?!” Mike screeched.

Nancy nodded in agreement, “Language, Mike. But what do you need from us?” She asked softly.

“New stuff with stronger scents to add in? Will fix it.” He said between his soft pauses to think.

The kids eagerly handed over their new clothing items, allowing Steve to take them individually and place them where he thought was best. It wasn’t long before the color returned to his face and he was chirping happily. His gaze shifted to his alpha for approval. “Very nice, it looks much more comfortable now.” 

Steve grinned, “Enough room for us and the pups!” He sits in the middle, pulling Billy close and gesturing for them to join.

They looked at one another with an undecided gaze before shrugging, each one piling into the nest and cuddling up to each other. Steve purred happily and nuzzled against each one, scenting them and eagerly calming down fully now. 

“You too, Nance, come on.” She playfully rolled her eyes before climbing in beside them.

Starting over sucked, but at least he could properly start over with people who actually loved him.

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Little!Stolas and CG!Blitzø fluff oneshot pls?

Takes place post-Sinsmas

Stolas is playing (activity of your choice; tea party, coloring, etc.), and Blitzø joins in on the fun

Absolutely! Thx so much for the patience; I’m graduating in a couple weeks and the work load this month has been CRAZY. Anyway, here it is, friend! Hope you’re having a good day! 💝💝💝

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES

Title: Paper Snowflakes

Pairing: CG!Blitzø & Little!Stolas

Wordcount: 1039

Description: A 100% domestic, fluffy moment between Blitzø and Stolas after Sinsmas

Paper Snowflakes

It had been several weeks since Sinsmas.  The new year had since rolled around and the Extermination in the Pride Ring had slowed down I.M.P.’s workflow.  In years past, Blitzo would have been bored with the slowed schedule, maybe taking a little too much pleasure in his escapades to the living world, but now?  He couldn’t be bothered by it.  The word thankful even crossed his mind.

Stolas had been staying at his apartment since the Sinsmas fiasco.  He might have been a very well-mannered and quiet prince, but keeping him entertained seemed like a full-time job in itself.  But maybe, just maybe, Blitzo would admit that spending time with Loona and his little one, with the occasional visits from M&M, made family time better than whatever jobs could have been thrown his way.

Hence why he didn’t hesitate to call in a long-weekend when Stolas woke up small one Monday in January.  When the imp’s alarm clock had gone off, and he was greeted by a disturbed cry from a Little (and not a low grumbling about five more minutes like Stolas would have done if Big) he snatched his Hellphone off the nightstand to text Millie and Moxie that they wouldn’t be coming to the office.  

From there, the morning started as usual.  The two fell into what had become their comfortable regression routine since Stolas moved in; Blitzo worked in the kitchen to make breakfast, while the Little watched cartoons on the couch.  Snuggled under a blanket and the volume low, the prince had time to slowly wake into the living world, while his Caregiver was energized by a quiet cup of coffee just a few yards away.

After they each had enjoyed a bowl of cereal and the morning cartoons had ended, Stolas had wandered over the cupboard, where several of his Sinsmas presents were stashed.  He seemed set on the craft supplies, as the little owl attempted to carry far too many art supplies at once.  

“Do you want some help with that, handsome?” Blitzo asked amusedly as he watched.

A stack of colorful construction paper was tucked under one wing, crayons and markers held close to his chest, a sticker book clamped in his beak–and rather than accepting assistance, Stolas managed to carry it all and, say, (around the sticker sheets in his mouth) “G’t ‘t.  ‘M big.”

Blitzo laughed to himself, “You’re right.  You’re a very big boy who can handle it on you own, huh?”

“Mhm.”

To his credit, Stolas managed to carry the cache to the coffee table without spilling anything, then dropped them unceremoniously onto the surface and plopped down onto the floor.  The boxes of crayons and markers were dumped out, so the cylinders of ink and wax were scattered everywhere. 

Briefly Blitzo sighed at the mess, more resigned than annoyed as he took in the colorful chaos he would certainly have to clean up in twenty minutes or so.

“Color with me?” Stolas inquired, holding a marker out to his Caregiver to emphasize his question.

His wide eyes were hopeful, and the calmest they had been in weeks, and Blitzo knew he would never be able to say no to that face. 

“Sure, buddy,” he replied with a smile and sat down beside him.  “What are you making”

“It’s a surprise.  No peeking,” Stolas replied with a faint smile appearing.  

The mild mischief and happiness on his Little’s face made Blitzo’s own grin widen as he took a white sheet of paper from the pile.

While Stolas was rapidly switching between crayon colors, with precise and determined scribbles across his page, Blitzo instinctively began folding his.  Picking up the safety scissors, he made random cuts across it.  He hadn’t made paper snowflakes since he was quite young, but he remembered when he and his sister would make twenty-some and string them together to hang on the walls.

“Look, it’s done!”

Startled from his thoughts (maybe that was for the best), Blitzo looked to see Stolas’ drawing, which was being shoved towards him enthusiastically.  He took the excitement in stride, taking the waxy paper into his hands to admire it properly.

It was a drawing of the two of them holding hands–a scene Stolas had depicted many times before, just like many children who enjoyed portraying their families in their art.  But no matter how many times the image was reiterated, it never failed to tug at Blitzo’s heart strings.  Kids drew what was important to them, the things they liked best, the emotions they wanted to express but didn’t quite have the words for. 

 And Blitzo liked this better; he preferred the simplicity of a drawing, colorful blobs holding hands with smiles to express happiness rather than the long awkward speeches adults were forced to have.  In these quieter moments, when saying ‘I love you, I feel safe, I feel happy,’ could be contained in a piece of paper and not in a long-drawn conversation that took uncomfortable overanalyzing or social rules.  It could just be this.

“I love it,” Blitzo smiled genuinely.  “Mind if I put it up on the fridge?”

“Okay.  What are you making?” Stolas asked, pointing to the now mostly shredded paper in his Caregiver’s hand.

“A snowflake.  If you fold and cut the paper, it’ll make patterns.  Here, watch,” he explained, glad to have another distraction before he got too emotional about the meaning behind the drawing (though now he had just oscillated back to the memories paper snowflakes–remember the days he could just shut out the memories he didn’t like?  Caregiving was making him much too soft and emotionally competent)

Blitzo unfolded the paper, gradually revealing its design.  It wasn’t nearly as good as his childhood ones–evidently out of practice in making graceful and detailed patterns–but Stolas still awed at it.

“Wow!  I want to try!  Show me?” he pleaded, and Blitzo relented easily.

There’s still a few months of winter left, he thought, maybe we could make a chain of them for the apartment or the office.  They’d look nice on my desk, the imp thought.

By the end of the hour, they had made twenty-some, and found the string to hang them down the hallway.

[agendabymooner]

keeper ! alex a. x ofc (kpop idol!ofc)

"and she my backup like to say she was my plan b. kinda ironic 'cause with her, i'd start a family."

summary: in which polly jintara berkshire, whose friend was an ex of an f1 driver, juggles her role as a blackpink member and alex albon's girlfriend. OR this is just a series of photos showing how down bad the couple are for one another ❤️

content warning: chatfic + tweets, use of explicit language, a lot of dirty jokes (nothing graphic), alex albon is a blink, references to stormzy songs, fluff

note: the title and quote is referring to my favourite tobi and manny song. anyway enjoy xx (i hope my jokes are funny enough)

masterlist

tagged blackpinkofficial, boamckinnon, thepolsci

liked by nicholaslatifi, jennierubyjane, roses_are_rosie

alex_albon kicking my feet when thepolsci pointed and winked at me tbh 😍😩 have my kids pinned by alex_albon

thepolsci no U HAVE MY KIDS 🥰 liked by alex_albon

landonorris absolutely shameless

georgerussell63 this isn't who we are, alex 🤦‍♂️

user1 bro who did you even go with 😭

alex_albon latifi 😊

user2 WHAT ARE YALL DOING IN A BLACKPINK CONCERT EVEN 😭

user3 alexander albon, driver on sundays and a blink every other day 💖

user4 lad i think it's a spider not a snake?

user5 shhhh don't ruin it for him. he's just being himself <3

user6 i just want him to show up one of these days in an interview and begin bonking the other drivers with his light stick like pLEASE ALEX

williamsracing cool stuff alex, but why didn't you take me there -logan liked by alex_albon

alex_albon big kids only, sorry mate. i'll bring the merch to you tho!

tagged thepolsci, ygentertainment, blackpinkofficial

liked by jennierubyjane, boamckinnon, logansargeant

user1 NO ALEX YOU LOOK COOL NEXT TO HER

user2 we gotta humble him- booooo get back in the car albono

charles_leclerc tell her she's very cool liked by alex_albon

alex_albon she doesn't need reminder 😎

jennierubyjane do we go to you for free marketing?

alex_albon no, you'd have to give me pols for the whole year then i can do free advertising

williamsracing this is not what your pr manager taught you and you know that alex

roses_are_rosie don't worry, your level of coolness heightened a little! liked by alex_albon

alex_albon phew! i thought i brought her down to my level tbh

thepolsci don't say that to yourself, you utter dickhead

alex_albon ily

user3 YES ALEX!!!! STREAM MONEY FOR CLEAR SKIN

alex_albon my real skincare routine is money on loop 🎼

thepolsci when we reach 8 figures you can have my kids liked by alex_albon

alex_albon are we talking combined salary for the next few years bc we can start the process now???

oscarpiastri touch grass

logansargeant this is not who we are alex

tagged thepolsci

liked by pierregasly, lance_stroll, danielricciardo

user1 MAN IS THIRSTY

user2 AND HE'S OWNING HIS THIRSTINESS

user3 now this- this is the standard

user4 are you talking about the picture or the guy who posted it?

user3 yes.

thepolsci screaming crying wailing

thepolsci on my knees frfr 😩😭 liked by alex_albon

alex_albon stay there 😇🏃‍♂️

user5 ALEX ?!!!

user6 MAN IS DOWN BAD

user7 if my gf is a baddie and a keeper i'd be down bad too 😭🤭 don't make fun of my boy like that

tagged alex_albon

liked by logansargeant, roses_are_rosie, jennierubyjane

user1 tbh a trip to paris doesn't hurt 🤔

user2 i want him or i want to be him idk 🧐

user3 ain't no way these two just made stormzy references on their posts

user4 girl serenaded alex with sidemen diss tracks before it's no wonder she posted this with a uk rap song 😭

user5 THAT'S PEAK LMFAO

alex_albon never!!!! liked by thepolsci

thepolsci ily bitch

alex_albon aren't you the sweetest 😩

thepolsci say it back 🥲

alex_albon thx buddy 🤩

thepolsci nvm i h8 you

user6 this is an emotional rollercoaster wtf 😭😭

[itsaspectrumcomic]

Hi! 🐑🐑 anon here! thanks so much for the sheep :)))

I’m typing on my phone rn so I can type much better. Thank you for the advice!!! So here’s my Argentina thing:

I go to school here (7th grade) and we have breaks betweeen every class!!! 5-15 minute breaks! It’s illegal to not have them! It’s amazing!

i get to choose my lunch every day! I choose, I buy, and I can eat almost anywhere! I always eat the same thing (caprese roll) cuz autism and vegetarianism

speaking of which, we can eat in any of the breaks! We decide! It’s awesome!!!

no dress code! No awful suffocating polo shirts! With the worst fabric made! Just whatever I want to wear! Every day!!!

if I can’t do something, I’m allowed to not do it! I don’t have to do gym! I can sit it out! Gym is rlly hard for me bcuz I remember one day in my life when I could run for more than a minute without doubling over gasping at the end. Also, I hate it.

Not school related things now:

everyone uses their hands to talk! So I don’t get weird looks for my stimming!!! It’s incredible!!!!!

this is a ginormous one for me: THEY ARE SO BLUNT HERE. They use body language, which I can read well, and they just say what they mean! It’s such a relief!!! I can trust them!!! I don’t have to try doubly hard to figure out what they’re saying!!!! ITS SO SO SO AWESOME!!!!

also: a down point is that the greeting is usually a hug. But for some reason, here, hugs are better! They give me tons of warning bcuz I know when they’re gonna do it so I can prepare! Everyone talks with their body and it’s so much easier to understand!

Back to school real quick, we address the teachers by first names!!! No titles that seem to just distance us from ppl supposed to help us!!!

yeah, there are asshoels, but mainly, people are so nice! But in a genuine way! Not in a stupid social cues way! They are genuinely happy to see you, and if they aren’t, you know! No passive aggressive, no sarcasm (I like sarcasm sometimes but it can be annoying), just actual words!!!

wveeyone gets accommodations! The gym thing, are you tired? Or did you break your hand? Whatever! You can sit out! Do you need to doodle in class? There’s no, “do you have a (professionally diagnosed) learning disability? No? Then no.” Just yes! Sure! I love your doodles! Can u draw something for me?

Anyway, that was a lot. I’m actually fascinated in this and obsessed so thx so much for letting me info dump in your inbox!!!! Hope it’s interesting! There’s more, which I’ll add later!

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Hi 🐑🐑! That all sounds great! I'm glad you've had such a positive experience there ☺️ I wish I could have got out of gym, I always found it so difficult and my PE teachers could be pretty mean 😔

[fruityindividual]

while I've been waiting for time passages to update I've reread all of it twice and I just love it! no pressure, but I'm wondering when we can expect an update ❤️

hi babe! thx for that - i'm so glad ur enjoying it! tbqh haven't had much time to work on ch8 but it will be a longgg one trust!! chapter title: the divorce .. v excited abt it but i'm only 25% finished rn.. anyway tysm!!

[fawnbong]

"Nepo Baby" - Ramshackle

Tré x Reader

Romantic

Headcanons

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The only cool thing about Tre is his bodyguard COME HERE MAMACITAA 😝😝😝

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I'm not writing that accent mark out past the title ok thx

IGNORE THE CORNY TITLE I BEGGGG I JUST REALLY LIKE THE SONG

Tre's mind is always racing, clouded with thoughts and responsibilities revolving around school, police work, family... He has no trouble with finding ways to busy himself. The same things that bring him so much stress are the very things he prides himself on— maintaining sky-high grades, diligence, and his work ethic.

His mom is pretty hot just go for her instead and save yourself the trouble

He thinks everyone hates him cuz his dad is rich and he's oober hardworking but actually just really annoying

Anything outside of the safety of his lavish home, prestigious private school, and tiring musical rehearsals, he has no interest in. Romance especially, and he seldom gains "crushes" or any secret admirers his way. On the rare occasion someone takes interest in him (and makes it obvious enough), he's confused, more freaked out than smitten, and would rather it just go away.

If he ever finds himself interested in another person, which is equally as rare, it's because he knows they like him, too. And he's so wimpy he'd sooner be caught dead than outwardly declaring his feelings for someone. He'll write (bad) love letters and halfway finished poems and simply never deliver them.

Something along the lines of an awkward, rushed "interrogation" occurs if you ever express outward interest in him. He'll pull you aside, clutching his notepad and pen close as if ready to interrogate you right on the spot. And he does. You're overwhelmed by a large barrage of questions and little to no time to answer, let alone process what he's even asking to begin with. But—after a long, winded rant on how he thinks you're kind of sub-par but he'd "maybe totally go consider the idea of a date if you want"— he simply asks, "Do you really like me?" (emphasis on the really) in an oddly quiet voice with a hint of vulnerability he seldom allows himself to express.

You do. He's stumped. He didn't think he'd get that far. He stupidly asks if that makes him your boyfriend now. It does not, of course, so he invites you on a date.

He insists on taking you out on a proper one, too, and is dead set on paying. He's got money—loads of it— and has no issue with spoiling you a little, even if it's just the first date. Even makes a big show of getting you whatever you want on the menu and dessert.

He's a wimp deep down, but essentially puts on a brave face for you (and for your view on him). Makes a big show of being protective and courageous around the more sketchy parts of town and especially around scraps, but the sound of a cat hissing from an alleyway has him jumping into your arms within milliseconds.

He's loyal, of course. Though, as much as he does really like you, he sincerely hopes you're someone he can take home and introduce to his parents. Maybe it shouldn't be a big deal to him, but it absolutely is, for he values their opinions and expectations so much. Probably becomes a minor issue if you're a scrap, but he wouldn't have much business with one, anyway. Regardless, he's hesitant on introducing you to his parents out of fear of criticism, or maybe judgement, or the possibility of being condemned from seeing "someone like you". I think you'd be fine if you were rich and cool and possibly a family friend, though.

Ok but like if you're a scrap 😬

Again, it's not like he'd have much business with a scrap unless it's to arrest them. He thinks they're dirty and mangy and very immoral (and probably carry multiple diseases), but then again, he's also pretty close-minded and sheltered. He probably hates your guts, at least at first, but can't help but admire your spunk and resilience. You can climb fences and buildings, eat food you find in dumpsters and survive (as much as it disgusts him), watch the sun set from the rooftops of abandoned buildings all you want— all while he gets sick whenever it's below 50⁰F and has to sit around and entertain his mom's parties late into the night. Sometimes he thinks he's just envious of your free lifestyle, almost neglecting to acknowledge your endless list of struggles. He almost feels small compared to you, despite being the one with a lavish home and more than enough food to eat. You intimidate him, yet draw him in. If you weren't funny and sharp, he'd have thrown you in jail looong ago.

Still wants to keep the "relationship" (situationship? Idk fix later) secret, for yours and his sake. He actually doesn't want you to rot away in a jail cell, believe it or not (though you'd probably break your way out, anyway). However, he will quietly slip you money and food whenever he can and always leaves his window unlocked past 10:00 PM for you to slip in and quietly hang out for a bit, maybe even spend the night if you clean up a little. Says you absolutely have to sleep on the floor lest you dirty his silk sheets, but eventually scoots over and ushers you over because he's worried you'll get sick and die or something.

Most definitely keeps a diary and most definitely tells it about you. He's sure to keep it secret (but does a poor job), rambles about your concerning lifestyle and abnormal street skills tucked away safely under his bed of all places. He doesn't say it, and probably never will, but he thinks you're quite impressive.

Really loves stressing himself out and his work, and he'd respectfully prefer it if you'd stay out of it. Though, someone of his age should never have eye bags that dark. So it's not uncommon for you to sneak into his study to drag him away from his work, just for a bit. He complains and nudges you away, threatens to lock you outside on the balcony while he gets some work done, but gives in with enough persuasion. He says "just for a bit" as well, but it's never just for a bit—maybe a couple hours or so of mindless conversation and catching up on some well-needed sleep.

As much as he feels he should keep you and the entire relationship a secret, whether it's out of embarrassment or worry, he can't help but let a few things slip around Maroon. He feels he can trust her enough to know she won't go off and tattle on him—it's not like she'd get any heat for keeping a secret or two for him—and she gives half decent advice most of the time. He just wants to know which gift you'd like more, if you'd want to go to a nice park or maybe watch a play from the balconies of the theater, if it's too soon (or too late?) to drop the "L word". Thankfully, Maroon knows most of the answers to his woes and is swift to give him some reassurance before resuming her chaperone-bodyguard duties.

He owns a gun but probably shouldn't be trusted with one, it's more there for intimidation than anything. Probably pulled it on you during one of your earliest interactions, thinking it would get you to surrender or turn yourself in or stop being homeless or something (IF YOU'RE A SCRAP NOT LIKE A RICH PERSON LMAO) and has never done it since. Realized he doesn't really like scaring you shitless after that.

Openly whines to you about police work and student life, but it's different. Before, he was somehow both reserved and so open, loudly voicing his daily stressors without a care but only for a brief moment before simply carrying on. Now, he'd rather not come off as so whiny and annoying, for he begins to care a little more about your opinion on him. And he feels he can go more into detail about them, as well. It's not just "police work" that stresses him out, it's racing from opposite sides of the city to deliver important paperwork or gather information instead of handling real criminals like a real cop, and it's not just "school work" that drains him, but what he fears he may face if his diligence slips for one moment. It's rare, and you're probably the only person he can truly confide in since literally who else could he go to besides the bodyguard in her mid-twenties in the room over? He'd rather not bug her with his weird teenager life.

Despite his constant complaining seeming like he's just complaining to complain, he actually is quite overworked and has a lot to balance all at once. he attends a prestigious private school and his father is the chief of police (I think at least), his grades are pretty impressive and are expected to stay that way, he absolutely must score the lead roles in every seasonal play (he kind of just wants to), and hobos like to give him a hard time while he's out and about in the city trying to solve cases and pinpoint clues and evidence—anything to make his dad proud, of course. Your constant check-ups and unwavering concern does not go unnoticed and are actually very appreciated.

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He's actually a decent singer. He kind of has to be, since he's forced into so many musicals and dramas. His voice is better cut out for a loud, boisterous lead role, but he enjoys humming or mumbling quiet songs to himself while at work in his private study and it's, unsurprisingly, just as good, if not better. He's probably super apprehensive about showing off his sick theater skills in front of you and downplays them a lot because, as much as he wants to impress you, that's probably one of the most embarrassing things he could put himself through. What is his voice cracks? He can, with enough prodding and coaxing, give you the most quiet, brief demo before promptly shutting up. He likes to think he's pretty good at what he does, but he'd much rather keep it in the theater. With time I think he'd become a lot more comfortable and okay with silly things like singing and dancing and just living life like a normal dude but he doesn't really understand that so whatevs

A/N: ni hao fine shyts 😛 this took a while and I'm partially sorry

Hope it was long enough cuz I wrote almost all of it out tonight and I'm tired (I've been dilly dallying the past week or so)

ALSO sorry for any grammar issues I'm not proof reading this but I mayyyy later so idk we'll find out