#i just finishes this god forsaken show and oh my god. oh my god i want him so bad its embarrassing

[1982brucespringsteen]

porthos du vallon from the 2014 series is truly the most character ever. he eats racists for breakfast. he's the beefiest man alive. he's got a cool scar across his eye. one time a little girl asked him if he was a giant. his preferred methods of communication are grunts and thunderous laughter. he dresses exclusively in leather and chemises and bandanas and gold earrings and big hats. he would not suspect two people are sleeping together if they fucked in front of him. he picked his own birthday. he loves his mom. he can wrestle half a dozen men at the same time and win. he's in love with his best friends. he doesn't have daddy issues, his daddies have issues with him. he can shoot a melon on top of someone's head but only if he's drunk. he's got the biggest dick in paris. he grew up in a kingdom of thieves. he consistently worries about the common people first when facing a political problem. he owns a book of poetry. he peptalked a lesbian into giving birth. they paired him off with that very same lesbian in the literal last episode of the show so he could fit the straight ending but i know a lavander marriage when i see one so it's okay

[satorena]

❛ UNPROFESSIONALISM ! ❜

⟡ content warnings. explicit content. foul language. ceo!satoru. secretary!reader. mentioned past flings. fondlīng. fīngerīng. afab!reader. p in v. unprotected. brēēding. squīrtīng. gojo satoru is his own damn warning. 4.9k.

⟡ serena's note. oh if y’all knew the lengths i went thru just to post this damn fic. . .

“ugh, this is such a painnn!”

“the sooner you finish your paperwork, the sooner you’re off, sir.” you sigh, arms crossed over your chest. you’re used to your boss’ childish antics by now, having worked side by side with him for nearly a year. you check the time on your watch, “work ended about half an hour ago— you might want to hurry up.”

“but y/n!” he drags out your name, voice all whiny and pitched in a telltale manner. he pushes himself off away from his desk, chair rolling back from the impact as he lolls his head back. “this shit is sooo lame. didn’t i hire nanamin to take care of the boring stuff? how come he isn’t here handling this god forsaken load of terrorizing agony?!”

you click your tongue, clutching tighter at the clipboard in your hold. you wonder if he’d been dropped on the head as a child, his lack of self-awareness so painful it makes you reconsider if the check at the end of the week is ever worth it. “he’s scheduled the week off to keep his wife and newborn in check. he signed off about a month ago.”

he snaps his head up so quickly, you’re positive he’s gotten whiplash. gojo blinks at you through big blue eyes and snowy lashes, a dumbfounded look on his face. he lifts his index to scratch at the corner of his lips, and cocks his head to the side, “ahh. . . ‘s that right? wait— nanamin’s a dad?!”

you feel the vein in your head inevitably tick.

“sir,” you let out an exhausted sigh, completely baffled by his ineptitude. he must purposely choose to do this to you, there’s simply no other explanation. “we attended his wife’s baby shower a few months ago—the one you mistook for a bachelor party and had me escorting the escorts back home.” you lift your pointer finger, brows cinched as the memory burns into your mind. he tilts his head to the side, affirming the idea of his cluelessness even more.

you raised a second finger, “we showed up to the hospital to congratulate them on their baby— and you got them that ridiculous cutout board of yourself that sings when you press on the—”

“the button on my dick, yeah!” gojo cackles as if it’s the funniest story ever, as if you hadn’t need to dump a bucket of water on the cutout figure to get it to shut up before he could get his company sued for emotional distress.

you huff, the stressful reminder of that unfortunate day having you anxiously tugging at the hem of your skirt, “yep. that’s the one.” between the baby’s obnoxious cries and exaggerated mecha-gojo moans, you’d rather not think about that encounter.

“and this whole time i figured she was his sister,” gojo snorts, wiping a faux tear from the corner of his eye. he sighs when his laughter dies down, and pulls him chair back into his desk. “man, his wife’s a babe. guess that explains why she looked at me all crazy when i called her fine the other day.”

“you sure that’s the only reason?” you mutter under your breath, the insult flowing off your tongue so naturally that you couldn’t help stopping it, even if you wanted to. that man was all kinds of deranged, his ego and head much bigger than it needed to be.

“ouch, that’s mean, doll.” gojo pouts, clutching at the material of his blazer above his heart. the back of his free hand lands on his forehead as he dramatically leans back into his seat. his eyelids shut tightly, “you’re wounding me. ‘m too young to die. i can’t go on like this— tell my mother i loved her. sign off my will for me, wouldya? make sure to terrorize nanamin some more. oh, and empty out all my search histories. wouldn’t wanna ruin my reputation. and get rid of my porn magazines beneath my bed. ‘ve got some pretty nasty stuff there. and check up on my kid every now and then. and—”

“alright, alright. i apologize.” you cut his rambling off before it spiralled into something far worse. there’s a full headache throbbing at your temple, your feet ache from your heels, and your stomach rumbles in hunger. you’re ready to go home now, but that won’t be possible unless your big man baby of a boss finishes up his task. “i’m sure you’ve a very suitable man. many would be grateful to have you. my apologies, sir.”

he peeks through an eye, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. his beaten-puppy look is quickly replaced by one you know far too well now— the look he gets after beating his rival company in terms of stock. the look he gets after successfully shitting on his higher ups. the look he gets after getting you to cum on his fingers after a long day— you’ve stroked his ego. “i’ve trained you well, princess. always flattering me, ohh, however did i get so lucky?”

whatever have you done to get so unlucky? “time’s ticking, sir. you can’t afford to pick up megumi late from practice again.”

“nanamin’s wife might be a babe, but you’re a gem, y’know?” your boss entirely ignores you, leaning his elbow onto the pile of work he’s now completely erased from his existence. he leans his cheek into his palm, fingertips tapping at the side of his head. “one helluva girl. i mean it— i really lucked out with ya.”

you cross your leg over the other, shifting your hips over the suede material of his couch. you recognize the sultry undertone to his voice, and your clear your throat, “is that so?”

gojo chuckles, flashing you all thirty two teeth, “i mean it’s not everyday you find a woman with your patience. god, you must be in love with me or something.”

you roll your eyes, despite the small smile that creeps up on your lips, “that’s certainly not why i stayed,” which wasn’t entirely true, but it’s not as if you haven’t inflated his ego enough today. “you may be a handful but your pockets sure are generous.”

“wouldn’t kill you to make a guy feel good about himself from time to time, ya know?” he fiddled the black pen between his fingers, twirling the object from knuckle to knuckle. he pauses when you don’t answer, noticing you noticing his finger movements. and so he proceeds with a smirk, “you’re always so tense all the time. . . tell me, when’s the last time you’ve been properly fucked?”

you nearly lose the grip on your clipboard at his audacity, the question throwing you off guard. though, you quickly keep composure— a fierce facade that’s always labelled you as the calm and collected kind. though, you’re doubtful it worked against your own boss.

“that’s an unprofessional question, sir.” you grit through teeth, nails scratching at the wooden back of your board. highly hypocritical of yourself, as you’re absolutely no better than he is— having already opened a window of no return that fateful night you accepted his invite to come inside his home.

“pretty sure we’re past unprofessionalism.” he pushes himself off of his desk, rising to his feet. your eyes trail his movements, from the index finger that hooks at his tie to loosen the knot, to the cock of his head to the side that has his hair bouncing, to the sound of expensive shoes clicking with every stride closer to you.

his presence can be oddly intimidating at times— you’ve noticed while working with him for a while. there’re moments like whenever he steps up on a podium in front of thousands of people, or when the elevator doors slide open and presents him to the building. despite his childish antics, he exudes an aura so enchanting that serves as reminder of that at the end of the day, he’s the boss.

you swallow, eyes following his lean figure until he stops right before you. it’s hard to read him in moments like these, when he’s so unlike himself (or maybe finally truly himself). his hands sit in the pockets of his slacks, legs parted enough to entrap your own legs between his, as he tilts his head forward. his irises darken behind tinted shades, bangs curtaining the raise of an eyebrow.

“unprofessional?” he repeats, and your eyes narrow at him, subconsciously gripping at your board tighter. it’s the only thing that you seem to have control over, since it clearly wouldn’t be this conversation. “you mean like that time i had you creamin’ all over my fingers in the back of my car? or unprofessional like that time you bent over my desk and came all over my face? or was it that night when i had to tie your hands together to keep you from runnin’ away?”

your gaze flickers away from his, the heat of embarrassment creeping from your neck all the way to your face. he wasn’t wrong— your relationship with him had passed morally ethical the moment you pulled him in closer to kiss you instead of pushing him away.

“we’re still at work.” you quip, the last bit of resolve tattering away the longer you feel his eyes on you. your roll your ankle nervously, thighs tightening against another.

“work ended half an hour ago sweetheart, remember?” he reminds you, voice as taunting as ever, and you sure as hell don’t need to see him to know he’s smirking. right side of his lips pulled with a moon crescent dimple on the side— he’s making fun of you. “forgettin’ already? can’t have my adorable secretary so overwhelmed that it’s meltin’ her brain. that should be my dick’s doing only, of course.”

you click your tongue, eyes casting back up to stare him dead in the eye. naturally, he’s already meeting your own, with the same damn smirk you’d predicted, “you have paperwork to finish, sir. better get on that quickly.”

“oh?” he laughs at your command, pulling his hands out of his pockets to rest at his hips. he runs his tongue against the top row of his teeth, and you hate the way your mind instantly travels back to days prior when you’d once had that same tongue working in and out of you.

he hums in faux thought, tapping his index against his chin. his lips fall into a pout before instantly stretching back to its default state, his infamous smile, “i suppose you’re right. come help me finish then, hmm? teamwork makes the dream work.”

you’re skeptical— you know him too well, but you’d rather divert the focus of attention from you to those papers. anything to prevent your mind from wandering off further into endless unprofessional possibilities. “lead the way, boss.”

he curtsies dramatically as you rise to your feet, stomping over to his desk. you notice he’s got shit done, and you’ll most likely be here for a minute. and so, you stand next to the chair he’d abandoned and pick up the pen, waiting for him to sit so you both could get started.

only you should’ve known you’d fallen right into his trap the minute you agreed to his ridiculous offer. you feel him pressed up behind you, lurking over your shoulder to study whatever you had going on. he’s unreasonably tall, frame so large it has you feeling frail in his presence, and his cologne so strong you feel it already clouding your judgement.

damn it all.

clicking your tongue, you tilt your head to the side to narrow your eyes, “well? are you not going to sit?”

gojo blinks at you, “how come? i enjoy the view here much better anyway.”

you roll your eyes, before turning back to his desk. he was a complete idiot if he thought you hadn’t already anticipated his next moves. the more your wrist flexes, mumbling the words you read on your sheets as you write them down, the more you felt him. you could feel the back of your thighs meeting the from of his, you could feel his bulge rubbing at your ass, you could feel his warm breath fanning at the slope of your neck.

damn it all.

“sales have risen to a—ahhn!” your pen falters in your grip, scribbling on the white sheet as it hits the desk. your eyelids shut close, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as a warm mouth kisses at that sensitive spot behind your ear. your palm lays flat against the surface of the table, side by side with gojo’s, body tensing as his mouth trails down lower.

“oh you bastard,” you mutter, shaky hand attempting to grab the pen in an unsteady hold. his chuckle rumbles deep from his chest, and you feel the vibrations against your back. you’re determined to stand your ground, despite the urge to push your hips back into him. he may have soft lips and an annoyingly hot voice, but you would not falter— no matter the moisture of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

you think you have it set in stone, the pen in your hold— albeit unsteady— despite his large hand creeping up your thigh. every trail of his touch leaves an electrifying feeling, and you’re sure he’s noticed your trembling knees if the way he subtly slid his leg in between yours to keep you steady said anything.

it’s when you’re ready to scribble out your mistake to replace it that he decides to plunge his canines to your jugular. the moan that erupts from you is squeaky, your hand clutching tightly at the pen as your back arches into his chest from the painful pleasure.

gojo nibbles and sucks at your skin, running his tongue over the throbbing area to soothe the pain, fingers trailing closer to your now aching core. you’re positive your skirt has now hiked up with how much your hips are pushing back into his, head lolled forward.

“aweee, what’s the matter sweetheart? ‘s too much for you already?” gojo coos, sultry voice sending chills from the shell of your ear down to your core, finally slipping his hand inside of your skirt. his fingertips brush at your clothed clit, the material of your thong shamefully damp in arousal. you huff, nails scratching at his desktop when his index and middle finger rub painfully slow circles at your clit. “but we’ve barely done anything? tsk, can’t afford slowing the company down because you’re too distracted to focus.”

your thighs and arms threaten to give out, body heating with lust and desire. you want to say you hate this, that this is against your typical work ethics, to tell him to fuck off and do the work himself. but the focus on your pussy really has you melting puddle, bottom lip tugged on to suppress any louder sounds to escape.

“y-you’re the worst.” you complain, though it fades into another moan when he pushes his thigh up in between your legs. you’re internally thankful, because had this gone any further, you’re certain you would’ve sunken to the floor.

“love you too, pretty girl.” he presses a kiss at your jaw, fingers pushing past your panties. fuck any resolve you’d held onto— you chuck the pen far away, planting both palms down as you allowed him to take control. every rub of his fingers at your clit had you dripping down his thigh, to where your hips shifted and rolled down his leg, dragging out that blissful heat in your gut.

“givin’ up already? y’didn’t put much of a fight this time, can’t say i’m a disappointed.” his free hand grips at your thigh and trails up to your hips, resting at your flesh to guide you down his leg. he’s all too enthralled by your sensitivity, gaze zeroed in on your expressions— from the slackness at your jaw to the way your brows furrow.

“just h-hurry up already,” you grit, eyelashes fluttering as your eyelids lift. your gaze meets his instantly, and gulp at the hungry look in his eyes. his skin is already flushed pink, lips parted as he pants heavily. “you’re no—ngh, better than i am, dickhead.”

“well aren’t ya damn mouthy,” gojo acknowledged, though clearly unbothered, as his fingers pinch at that bundle of nerve. you gasp, cunt clenching as it leaks more of your essence down on him. your head drops back against his shoulder, the slope of your back curving as you grip onto the closest thing in your vicinity— the hem of his blazer. “hm, whatever happened to my obedient secretary? always so polite and respectful, don’t tell me i haven’t trained you enough?”

“m-maybe you haven’t,” you pant, chest heaving as you feel his fingertips teasing the entrance of your folds. they’re slow movements, applying just enough pressure to ignite the spark in your guts but not enough to leave you wanting more. “can’t even do your damn j-job right and you call yourself boss? hah, wonder if mister geto would have this issue— fuuuck!”

“low fuckin’ blow, sweets.” gojo chuckles darkly, now two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. he wastes no time to plunge himself inside, knuckles rubbing at your velvety walls. you clamp down on his digits, desperate to keep him in for the sake of that orgasm you craved. “and here i was ready to put this pretty pussy in my mouth. you’re dickless for a few days and catch an attitude wimme? that’s cold, baby.”

“dickless?” you cock a brow, teeth gritting as you focus all your energy left on delivering your next line. he always got so cocky whenever he had a slight advantage. “a-according to who—ooh, god, shit!”

“ooh god, shit!” gojo mocks you, a third finger now joining the others. he scissors your cunt open, the slick of your arousal simplifying the slide in. you’re dripping down to his palm, so wet despite the front you’re putting up. he knows you love it whenever he angles his fingers at this angle, the one that has you knees weak and ready to fold. “face it sweets, i’m the only one who treats this pussy the way it deserves. see how well she responds to me?”

and you wish you could negate or deny him, but unfortunately, you both know he’s correct. he’s only got his fingers inside of you and you’re already at your limit. your hips eagerly chase his fingers whenever he pulls out just to thrust them back in, the pad of his thumb drawing infinity signs at your clit. your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, knot in your tummy tightening from the stimulation.

“nghhh, ‘m gonna cum,” your hand slides down the slope of his forearm till where his wrist begins. you claw at the bone, clutching and grabbing at him eagerly. damn him and his damned fingers— driving you to mush with all six inches. “more, hah, need more— gimme more!”

“manners, pretty baby.” gojo coos at your ear, despite upping his pace. his hands reach all the right spots, pussy desperate to hold out to his fingers as they fuck your cunt open, soaking the digits in your slick. “c’mon girl, what’s the magic word? i know you’ve got it in you.”

“p-please! pleasepleaseplease—” you’re cut off by your own gasp as the dam in your stomach finally breaks. you leak on his fingers, squirting your juices as your muscles convulse, walls entrapping him in. your back arches away from him and you grasp at anything in your reach, your mouth gaped. you’re cussing like a sailor, vision blacked out beneath your eye lids as your hips twitch and stutter against gojo’s ruthless pace.

your high washes down, as you lose feeling in your limbs, falling face down to the desk. your skin is moist with heat, mouth parted as drool coats the abandoned paperwork beneath you. your body twitches with oversensitivity, thighs quaking as your last few spurts spray all over gojo’s thigh.

“don’t tell me you’re all worn out from a little foreplay?” your boss teases, his free hand delivering a blow onto your ass cheek. it recoils as you jolt, snivelling like a baby. you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, slacks falling next and pooling at his ankles. the next few moments happen in a blur, but sooner than you’d realized, you’d been turned onto your back with your legs propped over his shoulders and your folds were being played with again, the overstimulation having your toes curling in your heels.

“anddd there we go,” gojo strokes at his bricked cock, your essence serving as lube to coat his dick. he drags his fist from the base of his shaft to the tip, both your fluids and his pre cum mixture softening the jerk. “you fuckin’ water park. jeez, maybe i should plug this tiny cunt to prevent any further leakage, yeah?”

“fucking hurry already!” you don’t whine, or so you hope, though the grip of your legs at the back of his neck does tighten. with your skirt hiked up and your panties pushed to the side, gojo has a clear view of your twitching pussy, a hole designated intentionally just for him. he can already feel the cum in his balls ready to burst and fill your womb.

“and back to mouthy she goes,” he chuckles, using the leverage of his hand at his cock to slap his dick at your folds. the impact causes you to whimper, your hands clutching at the border of the desk. you wish you could wipe that smirk off his face, but fuck if the way he didn’t rub himself against you arouse you in ways that would surely haunt you after the orgasmic high faded away.

“take a deep breath for me baby, kay?” gojo instructs, thumb brushing over the skin above your hip bone, and before you’re able to retaliate, he slides in his dick.

his length is nothing to scoff at, and although you’ve already dealt with it in the past, all that prepping he’d done earlier seemed in vain. he bottoms out quickly, balls deep into you cunt. both your moans blend in harmony, overlapping one another as you settle with the aching stretch. your pussy clenches around his cock uncontrollably, both eager to push and pull him away.

“shittttt,” he whines throatily despite the huge grin on his lips. the flush pampering his skin has gotten significantly deeper, pale brows furrowed to the centre of his forehead. his hands grip at your plush thighs, fingers digging deep into your skin, surely enough to leave bruises. the bastard— he knew you’d be forced to wear your own slacks tomorrow to avoid suspicions.

“no fuckin’ way ‘m already set to bust— hah, fuck, what in the magical pussy is this?” gojo groans, snowy hair bouncing with his head thrown back. the tighter you grip at his cock, the tighter he grips at your thighs and the deeper his breaths are.

you push yourself up to your elbows, giggling at the irony of the situation. “already huh? so it wasn’t the liquor’s fault last time.” surely you were no better, entirely stimulated and body excreting all kinds of fluids from all over, but the ball was now in your court, and you planned on taking advantage. “s-should’ve known.”

naturally, he doesn’t rise to your bait, instead moving his hips away from yours, slowly dragging his cock out until the only part left in your cunt is his pink tip. “don’t make me make you eat your words, sweets.”

you raise your hand and rest it right above his pelvis, eyes set straight on his. you’re both clearly eager and ready to go, but you still had your dignity to uphold. you drag your palm upwards his torso, nails trailing up his button-up top teasingly before clutching at his tie. with the strength left in you, you yank him down and closer to you.

the shift in position stirs his dick in your cunt, knees now pressed closer to your chest. he hovers over you, a newfound look in his eyes you aren’t ready to divulge into—he was a very expressive man after all. both your lips ghosts one over another, breaths hot and mingling. you feel fuzzy, all senses fucked but collectively drawing at a same conclusion: wanting him to fuck your brains out on this desk.

“fuckin’ hell that was sexy.” it almost comes off a whisper, his tone breathless as his eyes bare deep into your. you feel the warmth of his hands fading away in favour to cup at your waist.

you tilt your head to the side, nose grazing against his. your fingers fiddle with the hem of his tie, despite never breaking the eye contact. “you gonna rock my world now?”

nothing more has to be said as he engulfs your mouth into his, knocking the wind out of you. his tongue explores the warm cave of your mouth, no inch left untouched. you moan and kiss him back just as eagerly, sliding the hand from his neck tie to his nape. your fingers thread through his soft locks, nails scratching his scalp and tugging at the roots.

he whimpers pathetically, the pain sending courses of arousal straight to his dick as his hips slam right back against yours. his thrust is rough and deep— leaving you gasping, as he takes the opportunity to kiss you even deeper while simultaneously working on his strokes.

the curve of his cock reaches even deeper than his fingers could manage, rubbing at your gummy walls and stretching them even wider. the sounds of your bodies connecting, your skins slapping, both your fluids mixing— everything felt so wanton, so filthy. he was everywhere, so far in your stomach you swear you could feel him in your throat.

the stretch of his cock at your pussy sent a fiery feeling spreading towards all of your limbs. the squelching of your pussy tightening and clenching at his dick filling the room. he soon picked up his pace, railing into you with every fibre in his body, loving the way your body bounced up in reaction to his thrusts.

“s-shit, oh fuck— don’t stop, ngh, right there!” you begged, throwing your head back against the hard surface. you’d given up on trying to keep your eyes open, the intensity of his dick ramming into your guts so fierce, you’d never felt anything like it.

he takes a sharp inhale of breath, followed by a whiny exhale. you were driving him insane, your sloppy cunt greedily clamping on his dick as if it were its lifeline. “suckin’ me in so tight, shitttt baby, ‘s like you want me to fill this perfect pussy full of my nut.” he dives his tongue deeper into your mouth for extra measure. you’re in a turmoil of multiple emotions at once but you kiss him back— until your lips feel tender and your mouth tastes of his breath.

he was annoyingly intoxicating, whether you wanted to admit it or not. your body spoke every word you were ashamed to say, responding with his own almost too perfectly.

when he slips his thumb to toy at your clit, your toes curl in your shoes and you’re accustomed to the oncoming feeling all too well, nails clawing at his skin. your words come out all fumbled mixed with tongue and drool, “s-satoru, i— ‘m gonna, don’t you stop— fuck ‘s too much— hnng!” you pull away just slightly, eyes all dazed as they roll to the back of your skull.

“shit, oh shit, me too,” he swipes at the drool dribbling past your mouth. from there, he plants more kisses at your skin, nibbling at every inch of you. he’s rutting like a madman, pace unforgiving as he focuses on that same spot that has you mindless. he finds you prettiest when you’re this way— all obedient for him. “my pretty girl— where do i— fuck, where—”

“inside.” as if you’d wanted to kill him, just as quick the word left your lips, he emptied his balls in your cunt. he sobs, his orgasm wracking over his entire body as he slams and fills your pussy full of him. the mixture of sounds is downright sinful, and whether it’d been the focus on your clit or his inhumane stamina, you soon met your similar end.

you cream on his dick once more, legs trembling as your second orgasm washes over you. your mind gone dumb, you do nothing but lay as you take the pounding inflicted on your worn out pussy. with each stroke you see stars, breasts juggling at the match of his pace. it’s damn near painful, but in the best enjoyable way. you feel yourself getting fuller by the second as you spray more of your arousal onto him.

the high eventually comes down for you both, the room reeking of sex. you’re both panting heavily, muscles twitching from overexertion. you couldn’t recall the last time you’d been fucked to the point of a momentary blackout— but you’d be damned if you’d ever let him know. he was too busy crying over your cunt anyways.

after a moment of silence, “. . .shit.”

“what?” you hum tiredly, rubbing the back of your hand to your tired hands. god, you could barely muster enough energy to do just that. what did this man eat?

he skips a few beats, before sheepishly chuckling, the hand that’d once been tracing patterns at the skin of your thighs now moving to your side. your gaze follows his movements, and it’s only when he retracts his hand does your heart sink to your chest.

“we definitely fucked these papers up.”

. . . shit.

io baby.. if you ever end up reading this i did it :c

[lixern]

My rivalry with you expands... with love.

• AcademicRival!Scaramouche x GN!Reader

(ignore this whole space ill fix it later.. i wrote this on phone thats why :3)

• Scaramouche was always better than you. Grades, popularity, getting others hearts! But.. he's also trying to compete with the beating of his own heart.

(song; Me and your Mama, Childish Gambino.)

Scaramouche has always been just- so annoying. He was always with you, same school and everything. You would've transferred, really, but you already had such a good reputation in this school- how could you leave your whole school life behind? 1st place in everything.. God no you wouldn't leave that behind, but you sure did know that Scaramouche stole that title, and a part of your heart.

You hated him with a passion, you really did. You hated how his cocky personality always shot at you when you looked at your report card or.. anything that resembled your grades! Scaramouche would pull out his, then show you how much of a higher score he got. Ugh, he was on your nerves.

But then the finals were coming up, oh finally! The next grade will come after summer vacation- hopefully Scaramouche has transferred by the time it arrives.. but wait, surely you need to beat him before the school year ends right?

"Class dismissed, I wish you all good luck."

The teacher said once the bell rung, right after they finished announcing the topic for each subject to be reviewed. You turned your head to a certain direction afterward- Scaramouche, with his cocky smirk. His annoying face made you have a mental block, how were you supposed to beat him?!

You grabbed your things and got up, leaving for the door. You just wanted to go home after this God forsaken day, but then suddenly, you felt a strong hand on your wrist.

"God, Scara. Just let me go home."

You spat out, hissing at the pretty boy. You didn't even look at him, but you knew his signature smirk was plastered on his face. You wanted to punch him so bad, but it was hopeless. If you punched him- the teacher would send you to detention, not him.

"Oh, how cute. It's so funny how your pretty little head thinks I'm letting you go."

Scaramouche countered, before letting his guard down by a tiny bit- silently gasping at how you flicked his hand away from your wrist. He groaned sarcastically, before pushing you out of the doors way. He made his way out of the classroom, making a peace sign before vanishing out of your sight.

You look back to see the teacher looking at you not so passively.. after the incident. You wish them a goodbye, embarassingly walking out the door after. You closed it gently, making your way to your locker after.

You walked slowly, just thinking about how you could possibly study harder- and how that teacher witnessed all of that silent bickering with Scaramouche.. Everything was so embarassing today.

But oh well, you thought, opening your locker once you got there, grabbing your books and whatnott, putting it in your backpack. You then close the locker door, to reveal a sly Scaramouche standing behind you.

"What do you want?"

You almost growl at him, groaning at how tired you were already. You wanted him to go away, you wanted him to just crumble on the spot. But yet he couldn't- he just wouldn't.

"Can I not interact with the person who deserves to talk to me? After all, you are in my league."

Scaramouche replies- treating you like your worthy to even breath the same air as him. It annoyed you, really. Why did he have to bully you and not anyone else?

"Just, go away."

You argue, not even glancing at him before walking away. This time, no hands land on your wrist. Huh.. unusual of him to do that. You brush it off anyway, glad that he left you alone.

Time passed, your already home. Up in your room and done with all of your chores. You brought out your books to study for each and every one of your subjects, but today, you chose to study for the hardest subject of all. Well, hardest for you atleast.

So you study and study and study... soaking up all the knowledge. Normally you wouldn't study this hard since getting scores higher than everyone but Scaramouche was easy, but.. you needed to beat Scaramouche, so, I guess you'd be studying all night.

You studied till you fell asleep, the cycle repeating each day and night. You thought about Scaramouche the whole time, how you hated him so much. But wait.. why would you think about him so much-? Why did your heart beat so much?

Come to think of it.. every time his skin touched yours- your heart starts to beat so fast.. wait- no! You can't love your enemy!

Or that's what you thought.

Ah.. finals week was up. You studied hard for this. Scaramouche was staring at you, you noticed once you took a flew peeks at him. You then looked in front to see the teacher handing out papers- I guess it started already.

The same thing happened all over again for the rest of the week, your tests would get handed out, then you'd start answering. But you noticed.. Scaramouche would look at you once in awhile. Was he cheating? No.. you were too far apart for Scaramouche to see your paper, even with 20/20 vision.

Each after exam Scaramouche would do something to make you crazy, surely bringing you down. Well, not really sabotage you or anything. He just.. seemed much more touchy.

So this all repeated, till your grades were handed out.

"Hey, lovely. Guess what happened for once."

You tilt your head at Scaramouche, lovely huh..? Wait! Now's not the time to be getting all flustered-!

"What is it, Scara. You beat me again? Just as I've thought."

You said sarcastically, paining a bit slowly that you couldn't atleast be first place for one more time. Till.. wait, what's that loving look he's giving you?

"Actually, no."

He said, slamming his paper on your desk. You slowly examined each number, wait.. you finally beat him? No, no you can't believe it.

"Hah, nice tricks pretty boy. But, I know someone made a mistake on your card."

You said, smirking up at him. Everything was a facade, you just wanted to go home now. But wait- maybe you were being delusional? You didn't know.

So you walked out again, repeating the same thing as last week. To the locker you went, but this time.. you didn't make it to your locker.

The sound of footsteps behind you scared you a bit, as it was a secluded area in that part of the school. Well, almost everyone rushed out after getting their grades after all.

Slam! You heard, before feeling a familliar hand on your back. You turned around, seeing a lovestruck Scaramouche staring at you, pinning you to the wall.

"Wh.. Archons, what are you doing!?"

You said out of instinct, it was a reaction. Scaramouche looked so serious, it was kind of funny. But what made it not so funny, is that you were inbetween his arms right now! You couldn't get out- you just couldn't.. the moment had you frozen!

"Listen, you've been like a fly to me the whole year. You just keep popping out of nowhere in my mind and I can't seem to get you away."

You listen to what he had to say, it was kind of hard to not listen anyway. But then- you heard something the just made your mind blow away.

He took hold of your chin, making your already red face look at him. Before he said;

"I hate to say that I love you."

Oh God, both him and you couldn't just handle everything. So that's why everyone in class started shipping you both? The tension, seriously? What a stupid reason.

That actually came true.

"Well god, I hate you. I hate how you make my heart beat faster than anything."

He followed, before pulling you in a harsh kiss. Wow.. mr goody two shoes breaking the school rules for once. Your eyes fell open, but then closed once you got used to the feeling. Your hands suddenly flew to his

face, pulling him in closer. Till- he pulled away.

"Was that a yes? Because I had to sacrifice my perfect streak for just you."

He then teased, you suddenly seemed cutely annoyed at what he said.

"Shut up."

You reply, before kissing him again.

I guess you'd spend summer vacation with him instead.

[thatcoyperson]

So this was originally written off of a prompt and also to bully my friend [hi Jonah if you're seeing this :3] but I figured Tumblr could have it. Not the best thing I've written but f it we ball

Anyways enjoy this short little bit of Last Life Scar angst!

• -------- • -------- • -------- •

“Why?” Scar asked, voice quiet, burn scars still stinging.

Grian raised an eyebrow, locking his yellow eyes to Scar’s newly red from his place in the doorway. “Why what?”

A breath left Scar as he searched for the words. “Why’d you leave me alone?”

As soon as the words left Scar’s mouth, Grian’s entire demeanor changed to something much more closed off. Defensive. “I didn’t leave-”

“No you did leave me.” Scar didn’t even let the man finish his sentence, cutting him off with harsh words. “We were fine, Grian, everything was fine. We talked, we were still friends, it was fine,” Scar could feel the pain in his chest being twisted into anger by his newly red life. “But then- oh but then we get here and suddenly you’re against me. You take my life, take my friends, kill my horse who was the only friend I had left on this god forsaken server-”

“Now we both know that you stole that horse from me-”

“YOU DON'T GET A SAY IN THIS!” Scar snapped. Grian’s wings noticeably tensed at the sudden raise of volume, and Scar felt a shot of pride run through him, masking away the pain that made his heart hurt. “You don’t get a say in any of this after you’re the reason I’m alone,” saying that outloud made him realize the irony of it all. He scoffed, standing up and turning to face Grian fully, “Its funny, y’know, that you’re the reason I’m alone up here. Of all people on this server, it had to be you.”

Grian let out a sigh. “Scar it’s not only my fault-”

He barely got his sentence out before Scar started talking again. “After everything on Third Life, after everything where you swore your life to me-”

“Scar-”

“-after you stayed by my side even when I was red-”

“Scar.”

“-and after you told me you wouldn’t leave me even after you went yellow-”

“SCAR.”

Grian's rising volume finally made Scar stop.

“You told me you wouldn’t leave me,” he looked at Grian, the walls of artificial anger beginning to crack and the pain starting to show through again. The pain of being alone, left behind, forgotten. “Why did you lie?”

A response didn’t come from Grian for what felt like hours, choosing instead to look at Scar with an unreadable expression that gave away nothing. Something was swirling in the back of his eyes though, and one part of Scar - the part that longed for warmth, longed for the desert, for his friend - wanted to believe it was guilt, remorse. But he knew better than that. At least now he did.

And a response never truly came from him. The pair stood there in silence, Scar just barely holding onto the few strings keeping the walls around his heart held together, until Grian silently turned and left.

“What's left of your stuff is in the chest,” were his final words.

The strings snapped.

And Scar stood frozen in the middle of the room as his vision blurred with tears.

[luescris]

Hey guys???? Guys. Guys?????

Was anyone supposed to tell me that there was a book about Jim's time in the Darklands, or was I meant to figure that out myself.

Spoilers for said book under the cut.

I just finished reading it. And holy hell.

Jim needs therapy. Oh, my god.

There's so many thoughts going on in my brain right about now that I can't even begin to comprehend. Like, so many things that I didn't expect to happen happened.

I thought Jim and Rob would eventually get along with each other. Turns out, he freaking kills the guy. I don't blame him because Rob was trying to kill him but like. The way he did it too. It was so just. *stares at my hands*

Not to mention the whole thing with Scarlagk. Or however you spell her name. The way she wanted to kill all the babies. That whole thing entirely.

And those whips that Jim got??? That was sick as hell. And the way he was so angry, so edgy, so just... Not Jim.

Again, I get it. It's the Darklands. It taints people. He went through hell and back in that forsaken place. Adding onto everything that he went through in the show too is so like. So very much. I don't even know how to process these emotions and feelings but I'm just sitting here like. What does he tell his friends. How would that conversation go with the book involved.

I want to write about that.

[gemini-magic17]

Entanglement Chapter Seven

Waking up in the morning after the night of the celebration left me feeling happy almost excited about what today would bring. Even though Kit was standoffish to me at first I think after the talk we had yesterday everything would turn around for the better. Pulling back the covers I start to get ready for the day. Finishing up what I was doing I walked towards the door about to leave when there was a knock.

"Excuse me, Princess Y/n are you in there", recognizing the voice I opened to met with the face of Prince Airk.

"Hello, I was just about to head out. Is there anything I can do for you", I asked.

"I just wanted to formally introduce myself since we didn't get a chance to talk last night."

"I'm sorry about that. I was preoccupied but that is no excuse for not interacting with you Prince Airk", I said.

"No worries and please you are to be my sister-in-law call me Airk. Titles seem so formal and impersonal don't you think"?

"Yes, I do in fact", smiling at his remark.

"I came to tell you that Kit wanted to go horseback riding with you", he said with sincerity.

"Really, she said that", sounding too eager.

"Yes, she has been looking for you but she couldn't find you. She came to the conclusion that you must still be sleeping from the festivities."

"What can I say about the party it drained me", I laughed and so did he.

"Where did she want me to meet her"?

"Kit wants you to meet her at the entrance of the castle. She said she will already have the horses ready to go."

"Great, thank you", right before I was about to leave I decided to ask Airk the impending question that has been on my mind for a while now.

"Airk, do you mind if I ask you a question? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to", I said nervously looking him in the eye. He seemed a little put off by what I could possibly ask him.

"Who is that girl that Kit is always with", trying not to sound jealous.

"Oh, that's Jade she's been assigned to protect Kit, and have been friends for a long time", he said.

"Oh, ok."

"Why do you ask"?

"It's just that if we are to be married I should know the important people in her life", it wasn't a total lie but most of it was out of asking because of the close relationship those two seem to have.

"Yeah, I guess you are right", looking me up and down as if he knew that its not the real reason for me asking. Changing the subject I told him I better get going.

"I will see you later then Y/n."

"It was nice to meet you Airk", turning to walk off I stopped to ask one more question.

"Hey, Airk."

"Yeah, what is it", he turned around.

"Why did Kit send you to come find me", I asked genuinely curious.

"She didn't I volunteered", He winked at me giving me his signature smile and proceeded to walk off.

From what he just said it's almost as if he was flirting with me but that can't be I am meant to marry his sister. I mean right he wouldn't do that. Remembering that I have to meet Kit I rush to the courtyard and push that interaction with Airk out of my head.

Waiting around for this girl is starting to irritate me. I looked all over for her and she was nowhere to be found. It's almost noon if she is still asleep she is worse than Airk when he was a child. I wish she would just show up already the sooner we do this the sooner it can be over. As if on cue she comes running up to me out of breath.

"I'm sorry I hope didn't keep you waiting long."

"No, not at all Y/n", I said gritting through my teeth.

"I assume my brother found you as he can find anyone in this god forsaken kingdom."

"Yes, he did", she said.

"So, what do you think of him be honest because I know how much of a pain in the ass he can be", I said genuinely curious about what kind of impression Airk left on her especially since I see the way he looks at her.

"He's nice almost cocky and too sure of himself. Your brother and mine would get along just fine", she laughed.

"That sounds like Airk for you."

Making our way to the horses I saddle on Chief, an auburn, strong, and well-trained horse. Y/n saddled the most stubborn horse in the kingdom known as Shadowwing who was as white as the given snow. The name given to her didn't much make sense but Airk did name her when he was a kid so I guess that explains it.

Taking off in the direction of the forest the horses sped up basically making it a competition. Now this could turn out very badly considering Shadowwing does not like to lose EVER. Picking up their speed you could tell that these horses had no intention of stopping soon. Looking over at Y/n she didn't seem to be scared on the contrary, she was all smiles having the time of her life.

Reaching a spot in the forest we stopped without trouble from Shadowwing. It's amazing how Y/n got that horse to do what she wanted. Nobody has been able to do that before and if they tried it would usually follow up with a kick from the horse. Dismounting from our horses we sat down on the ground looking at the world around us. She looked in awe almost as if she was seeing something like this for the first time.

"So, Y/n what is it like in Zemira", I asked trying to make conversation.

"It's beautiful there. The people are gracious, accepting, and caring throughout the Kingdom. It is filled with art, history, and music making it so lively. Then there are our training yards throughout Zemira. If you were to come I am sure you would love it. My brother has trained with only the best knights since he was an itty bitty thing."

"Is that so? Do you train"?

"Well, I used to but there was an accident that caused me to stop", she said twiddling with her thumbs.

"Accidents happen all the time that is what happens when you train. You just brush it off and get back out here."

"Let's just say this particular accident forced my mother's hand into banning me from training again. Plus if I ever did pick up a sword again she would know. She has eyes and ears everywhere in Zemira especially when it comes to her children."

"You can't let that stop you. If I did everything my mother said no to I wouldn't be who I am today", I said not accepting what she had relayed to me.

"I just can't ok. Can you just drop it", she said rather harshly.

"Yeah, sorry didn't mean to upset", damn what the hell happened to make her snap like that.

"It's fine I just don't like talking about it."

The awkward silence filling the air was too much to bear. Then out of nowhere Y/n asked a question I didn't expect for her to ask.

"Kit, what's Jade like", she said.

"I'm sorry what", taken aback.

"It's just you two seem to be attached at the hip and since your brother told me that she is practically your best friend I just wanted to know what she is like that's all."

"Uhh, Jade is great. She is brave, courageous, and strong. The situations we have been in where we have almost been killed and she saved us is something that makes her extraordinary. I have met a lot of people in my life but not someone like Jade", I said smiling.

** Y/n's POV

After her answer, I should've known not to ask that question. It's like people always say don't ask questions you don't want the answer to. I can tell that she cares for her deeply for her which is something that is never going to change. After a while of just sitting and conversing about random things from favorite books to what is the craziest thing you have ever done we decided to head back. Mounting our horses we made quick way to the castle. Not taking long, perhaps fifteen maybe twenty minutes we arrived. Dismounting from Shadowwing I wrapped the handle around a stall door handle and Kit did the same with Chief.

Turning to her I told her that I enjoyed it and that we should do it again.

"Yeah, sounds like fun", she said smiling. I headed back to my room because I was in desperate need of a bath with me smelling like a horse.

The running water filling the tub with almost scorching hot water is what I needed. I started to undress and before I could get the chance to set foot in the water I saw my reflection. Staring back at me were the scars from that horrific day with James even though it was not intentional. Two big scars across my back forever never to be gone. Sinking into the water the sensation of the heat helped with any ache that presented itself. Looking back at what happened I wish to never even think about it. Thinking about the day when I almost died at my brother's hand is something I can't stomach.

[ilydottie]

| Chapter One: Sweet Nightmare |

Chapter Warnings: Cecilia is a mess, Cecilia is so… stupid <3 (not really), Manipulation, Bullying and Ostracization, 2.3k words. 

A/n: I have edited this chapter a million times so I am truly sorry if this is not as quality of work as my other fics, but I’m sure it’s fine. Uhm yeah! First chapter to my series, I hope you guys enjoy it <3

“Chin up, head forward, and bend your fucking knees.” 

Cecilia nodded, trying to do as her trainer had instructed her. Although it was useless. She couldn’t get a handle on her stance much less her balance for the life of her. No matter what she did her knees wobbled and arms shook from trying to hold up her claymore, her body just wasn’t fit for this line of work. Still, she needed to continue forward no matter the obstacles that stood in her way, including her god forsaken body. When she had made that promise to her father on his deathbed she never knew her own flesh would turn against her. I guess she should’ve expected this much with how her luck stood throughout her life. 

Cecilia continued to listen to her instructor until the training session was cut short by him stomping off in frustration. She was used to this, the short temperedness and mockery. It was a part of her daily routine at this point. Still, she couldn’t help but feel an ache in her chest as she realized how horribly she was failing her father. She hadn’t even achieved finishing her training at all, much less show any kind of skill that would get her close enough to whoever this mystery man was. At this rate she wouldn’t even be a part of The Fatui if things kept up the way they were. Still, she remained hopeful and determined. At least she wasn’t totally useless, though. She had heard several of the higher ups regard her as someone with ‘hidden talents’, but she assumed this was always some sick joke.

“Cecilia.” She turned her head to see who it was and laid eyes upon another Fatui agent. “Follow me.”  

Following the man escorting her she was led into a larger office, another high ranking official  stared her down as if she was nothing but an annoyance. 

“Sit.” She said coldly.

Cecilia did so with grace, and yet, her hands shook with each passing moment of silence. 

“Cecilia. Oh, I remember you. You’re the one who can’t hold a weapon to save her damn life.” The woman glared at her with evil intent. “Ridiculous.” She mutters under her breath. 

“So, Cecilia,” Her voice was thick with cruelty, “It would seem that you have made barely any progress since you’ve arrived here. In fact I’d go as far to say you’ve done worse than when you started. Not only that, but you have reached a new level of frustration for both me and my colleagues. I see no point in you wasting any more of our time.” 

Cecilia grips the hem of her dress. They hadn’t even bothered to even give her a uniform. I suppose they were right, she really was useless. If her incompetence wasn’t evidence enough then maybe it was her fighting back tears that gave it away. Cecilia was a hopeless case through and through. What the fuck was she even doing in Snezhnaya? Daydreaming about a dream that would never come true? Stupid, stupid girl. 

“But luckily for you that decision is not up to me.” The woman confessed through her grit teeth. 

There was still hope for her yet. 

The woman moves to remove a folder from her desk drawer and throws it onto the desk. “While you are atrocious when it comes to combat, you are however quite skilled in other aspects. Which is why you have your first mission. Not only that, but you'll also be accompanied by one of the Harbingers.”

Cecilia’s face beamed with excitement. “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

The agent scoffed. “Do not make promises you can’t keep.”

Cecilia had begun to stand up when she was cut short again by the woman.

“Oh, and one more thing.” Cecilia turned to look at her in confusion. “You will need to meet with the Harbinger in charge of this mission by today, or you’re off the assignment. You’re dismissed.”

Stepping back out into the halls of the palace, Cecilia looked over the file she was handed. Although, even as she read over the information she still couldn’t quite figure out which Harbinger it was, but she figured she would find out soon enough. Regardless of her nervousness she had to meet with the Harbinger on the team straight away. As she perused the file for information on where she was to rendezvous with The Harbinger, Cecilia soon found herself lost in her own thoughts. First impressions were most important to her, always heeding the words her mother had once said. She had no choice but to rehearse what she would say and how she would say it. She had to go through every scenario, obstacle, and approach every what if with a solution, until there was nothing left but confidence and certainty. 

In her inner rehearsal she looked up for a single second only to realize she had become lost in the physical sense as well. Not just that, but there was no one in sight. As much as she could tell she was all alone. Frantically she looked behind and all around her, but nothing looked familiar. The eerie silence did nothing to calm her and instead of sticking around she turned around and quickly retraced her steps. Still, this only confused her. She had not run into a single soul. That is until her body clashed with a tall figure that seemed to come out of nowhere. In her clumsiness she dropped her file and all the papers in it. Immediately she knelt down to gather everything into one big neat pile. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you and I don’t know where I am.” Cecilia spoke in a panic, moments away from crying. Too scared to make any eye contact with whoever she had just run into. 

The mysterious figure smiled before replying. “You should be more careful.” 

Anxiety had found a home in her body. Cecilia wanted to apologize again, but she stopped once she looked up and locked eyes with the face of the man standing before her. 

The Doctor.

Of course of all the people she’d run into it would be him. Although she could not see his eyes, half his face covered by a beak-like mask, the grin he wore told her all she needed to know. Cecilia had begun to feel a darkness cloud her mind, experiencing what felt like heavy rain fall onto her body. She felt herself shrink as he loomed over her with a smile on his face. No wonder it was so empty, she wasn’t supposed to be there. Quickly she gathered the rest of the papers and shoved them into the file, standing up suddenly in hopes this would allow her to take her leave. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. I just got a little lost and–” The Doctor cut off Cecilia before she could say another word.

“Where are you going?” His voice was cold. 

Cecilia frantically looked in her files for the answer, but she was in too much of a panic to really understand the words. She really was fucked. “I uhm.. I’m trying to meet with the Harbinger that I’m going on a mission with. I just don’t know where or who it is..” She admitted nervously.

The Harbinger hummed to himself before turning to Cecilia again and smiling. “Follow me.” 

Cecilia hesitated only for a second before running to catch up with The Doctor. He didn’t say anything and neither did she. Cecilia made sure to stay a few steps behind him at all times, not wanting to step on any toes or make him too aware of her presence. Cecilia continued to say nothing but he decided to break the silence.

“What’s your name?” Another forward question. 

Cecilia swallowed hard before answering. “It’s C-Cecilia.” Her voice was quiet.

“Interesting.” He grinned. 

She was too afraid to ask what he meant by that, but the chill which ran down her spine was more than enough of a hint to not pry. Cecilia couldn’t help but become overwhelmed by a feeling of unease as The Doctor seemed to float beside her. Walking further behind him did nothing to calm her nerves as she could feel his eyes on her even though he was looking straight ahead. There was something off about him, something Cecilia couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she shook her head in denial. She hadn’t realized just how lost she truly was until they were walking back. The scenery suddenly became more and more familiar as they walked along. 

It wasn’t until she had seen groups of people in Fatui uniforms that she began to relax. Although the moment lasted only for a brief amount of time. For as she became more aware of those around her, so did they with her. Their eyes went from a look of disgust to shock. They looked at The Doctor and then back to Cecilia, waiting until they had passed the gaze of the Harbinger to whisper into their comrade’s ear. This did not go unmissed by Cecilia. She caught on to the way those who would usually laugh at her, say some cruel mockery, or go out of their way to hurt her simply stared on in disbelief. Thankfully, before things could take a turn for the worse Cecilia approached a room where she and The Doctor had stopped.

The Harbinger stopped, standing to smirk at Cecilia. She waited for him to say something only to realize he had said something by remaining silent. So, in a haste she took out her file and frantically flipped the papers which were tucked away in a rather messy manner. Cecilia let out a shaky breath as she looked through the papers, always needing to be absolutely sure before proceeding with the next step. Finally her fingers traced underneath the location of the door which she so happened to be standing next to. Yes, this was it. 

“This is it. Thank you for escorting me.” Her voice shook even as she replied with what she thought sounded like confidence. 

Cecilia gave The Harbinger a rather weak attempt at a smile before attempting to walk into the room. I say attempt, because before she could take another step she was stopped by him. 

“I’m sorry did I forget something?” Her body shrunk as she felt his gaze on her. 

What a stupid question. 

Cecilia seemed to be a part of a game of which she had no knowledge of joining. Thankfully the uncomfortable feeling only lasted briefly.

“And here I thought we were going to make a great team. Such a pity.” He replied, showing off his sharp teeth with a wide smile.

The realization finally hit Cecilia. 

Fuck.

All this time he was The Harbinger. Cecilia should’ve anticipated this. She stood there frozen in fear as the realization that she’d be working alongside him hit her. Why did they assign her to a mission with a Harbinger in the first place? Why him? She wasn’t nearly as good at what she did as others, she barely got by even with the non-physical portion of her training. So, why him? Why her? There had to be some sort of ulterior motive at work here. Still, Cecilia seemed to fool herself into thinking this all had to do with her “skill”, even though she would be the first to call herself useless. It was one mission anyway, how hard could it possibly be? She asked herself. Cecilia did not realize then just how badly she’d eat those words. 

Dottore continued to grin as he ushered with his hand for her to walk into the room before him. “After you, Cecilia.” 

The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine. She hesitated a moment before eventually walking into what looked to be his office, The Doctor soon following after. He sat down on one of the couches opposite to where Cecilia had sat herself. He crossed his legs and joined his hands together, grinning at Cecilia who was avoiding looking at him at all costs. He stared at her with intimidating intrigue. There were so many things about her that piqued his interest, and after perusing her medical history it was clear just what exactly drew him to her. Sure, her overall lack of muscle strength and peculiarity was one of many things that caught his eye, but what truly grabbed his attention was how her body acted as if it was deteriorating, only for every test to come back normal. Realistically her body ran as if it was dead or at the very least dying. Although even with this fact taken into account she seemed to be, for lack of a better word, healthy. 

It could’ve easily been an incompetent doctor, of course, but that was clearly not the case. He’d vaguely heard about her on the rare occurrence that he roamed the palace halls, but he never paid much mind to the gossip. She wasn’t nearly as intriguing then as she had become at that moment. He wasn’t one to really listen to mindless talk, finding his hours better filled with his own work than the chatter of others. He was eager to get down to the bottom of this little secret she was hiding, whatever it may be. 

“So, shall we start?” He asked, grinning ear to ear with excitement. 

“Y-yes, of course, sir.” Cecilia mumbled. 

“There’s no need for formalities. Please, call me Dottore.” His grin grew even bigger than before. 

The familiarity of his name felt too personal, uncomfortable. Something about it rubbed Cecilia the wrong way, but she would not go against The Harbinger’s request. Cecilia looked at him briefly and nodded, quickly darting her eyes immediately after. What had Cecilia gotten herself into?

[andorerso]

Rebelcaptain Trees for @pfirsichspritzer: College AU

Jyn’s late.  Of course she is.

All semester, she’s been trying to be a good little student, showing up to class on time, turning in her homework when it was due, finishing her required reading even if it meant staying up until two in the morning, studying for tests and pop quizzes and presentations, and this is what she gets.

Her stupid alarm didn’t go off, today of all days, and because it was the midterm exam, she couldn’t even say screw it and skip class. Half her grade depends on this stupid test.

Why have the gods forsaken her?

After rushing across campus at breakneck speed, out of breath and wheezing, Jyn finally reaches the classroom, wrenches open the door and —

It’s locked.

What?

“Class’s canceled,” comes a voice from behind her, and Jyn jumps half a foot in the air before wheeling around to stare incredulously at Cassian Andor.

Who’s sitting on the bench next to the door, phone in hand, looking at her with an inscrutably blank expression.

She hadn’t noticed him, but that’s not surprising considering her single-minded focus on just getting to class. Normally, she always notices him. Even when he seems determined to not be perceived. Her eyes always stray to him somehow.

“What?” she says, her voice a little higher, her heart still pounding.

“Draven sent an email. Class’s canceled. Midterm’s next week.”

You gotta be fucking —

Jyn fishes out her phone from her pocket, an annoyed groan on her lips when she sees the email he’s talking about.

“Fucking Draven,” she hisses as she slips her phone back into her pants, too angry to stop herself from bashing their professor. She never really liked the guy anyway, but now it’s personal. Even if it’s technically her fault for not checking her mail.

Is this what she risked almost getting hit by a bus for?!

“He sent it in the morning,” Cassian answers, though it doesn’t seem like he’s defending the man. If anything, he sounds a bit annoyed as well. At least behind that emotionless mask he usually wears.

“I didn’t have the time to check my emails, I was already late. What’s your excuse?”

He holds up his phone, shaking it with a wry little smile. “It went to my spam folder.”

Hah. Technology, right?

“Oh. Sucks.” Though that didn’t explain one thing. “So what are you still doing here?”

“I have a class after this. Just not worth it to go home.”

Jyn hesitates as she looks at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Now that she’s no longer terrified to fail the exam (because Draven is absolutely the type of teacher to fail her for being late), her heart rate’s returning to normal, and she realizes she doesn’t really have anything else to do until late afternoon. And here’s Cassian Andor, the guy she’s lowkey liked since the start of the semester, sitting in front of her. Alone.

A golden opportunity, if she’s ever seen one, just falling into her lap.

He probably doesn’t want company. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Cassian hang out with anybody besides the tall, blonde, square-faced guy who always looks annoyed at everybody (and yes, she’s been paying attention). But maybe she can be one of the exceptions then.

“I can wait with you,” Jyn says, managing to keep her tone neutral. Just a simple offer.

From a girl he hasn’t spoken to more than twice.

This was a mistake, she thinks as soon as the words are out.

Maybe he wants to be alone, maybe he has homework, maybe he wants to read a book —

“Okay,” Cassian agrees, interrupting her spiraling thoughts, and Jyn’s eyes almost go wide in surprise before she reigns herself in. Wait, really?

“Okay,” she echoes because she’s still overwhelmed with shock, and she doesn’t know what else to say.

Cassian stares at her expectantly as she stands there, rooted to the spot and feeling more awkward by the second.

“Are you gonna sit?” he asks eventually, and oh, right. Fuck, she’s an idiot.

“Yeah,” she says, hoping her cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. She slips her backpack off her shoulders to place it on the bench but pauses as another idea hits her. “Or we could go grab a coffee. I know a great place not five minutes from here.”

“The Rogue?” Cassian’s eyebrows lift in surprise, and Jyn feels her mouth curl into a delighted smile.

“Yeah! You know it too?” It’s a small, cozy coffeeshop that many people tend to overlook. Most college students prefer the bigger, trendier places, but Jyn’s always like the Rogue because they serve way better coffee than Starbucks, and their prices don’t make you broke.

Plus the owners, Chirrut and Baze, are good friends of hers.

“Yeah, they have great coffee. Although Chirrut keeps trying to set me up with this girl he swears I’d like.”

“Hah,” Jyn snorts, “that’s just Chirrut. He does the same to me. He’s been trying to get me to meet this guy since…” She trails off, and their eyes meet as realization dawns on them at the same time.

A small bark of laughter escapes her before she can help it because it’s just so ridiculous.

Chirrut.

Of course he’d been trying to set her up with the guy she’s been crushing on since the first day of school.

“Huh,” Cassian says, a barely there smile playing on his lips. “Lesson learned then. Always listen to Chirrut.”

[dudadragneel]

- okay so I saw you wanted ideas for both high school and for at work, so here’s my idea for a high school AU: character A thinks that their just feeling sick because of nerves before an exam but character B suspects otherwise and keeps an eye on them. Soon discovering that it wasn’t “just nerves” and they’re actually sick and need to go home. Character B goes home with them but character A’s parents aren’t home so they have to take care of them until they DO get home & explain to them what happened at school since character A is still kinda out of it.

I'm reposting this since 🧶 showed me what tags to use! Thank you!

This wasn't a request but this anon gave their ideas and I worked around them so I thought it would be best to credit them 😊

Hoep you'll enjoy!

HIGH SCHOOL A.U

High school was never easy on anyone, it was stressful all year long and especially stressful during midterms. They made even the most successful students nervous. There was no escape.

They were midterm week and that meant, studying all day, no going out, no game, nothing, just complete focus.

Today was the start of the midterms, and Felix's day started stressful from the get-go. While still laying in bed he felt a weird sensation lingering in his stomach, bothering enough for him to consider skipping class.

But he knew that not taking/doing the test on the exact day resulted in doing another harder one later. For someone who just wanted to be free from these midterms, that was not an option.

He decided to get up and sat on the edge of his bed trying to understand what he was feeling. Nausea, nerves? The only thing he could think was "Great, we started like this from the get-go"

He made his way to the bathroom and looked at himsel in the mirror, his complexion looked good, so he discarded the option of him being actually sick. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, trying to fully awaken before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

He didn't want to eat but at the same time, he knew his mom wouldn't let him go to school on an empty stomach.

- Good morning, Mom.

- Good morning, dear. Sit down, I made you breakfast.

- Thanks, mom.

He decided to eat as he felt like it would be worse to deal with the nausea while also fighting an empty stomach-related pain. But unlike the other days, he ate less than normal.

- Oh dear, are you okay? You didn't finish your breakfast...

- I'm good, mom. I'm just not that hungry.

- Are you nervous, my love?

- Kind of.

- Oh sweetie. You're going to do good on the exam, don't worry. You studied hard.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Here. Your lunch. I made your favorite.

- Thanks. I'm off now. See you later.

He kissed her on the cheeks and left his house.

The boy was part of a rather popular group in school, they were known for their looks and talents. They would usually meet on their way to school and arrive there together.

Chan, the oldest one, lived close to Felix so they always met first and on their way, the others would pop up and join the group.

Felix loved walking to school, but today he was loathing that idea. But his parents and sibling all had work to do so they left a little earlier than him, so no rides today.

He met with Chan after about 10 minutes of walking and the older boy immediately noticed something wrong with the boy.

- Good morning, mate.

- Good morning, hyung.

- Hey, you okay Felix?

- Hm? Yes. I think it's just nerves.

- About today's exam?

- Yeah.

- You'll do good.

- I hope so.

For some reason, Chan believed that something else was going on, it wasn't just nerves so he decided to keep an eye on him throughout the day.

On their way, they met with Hyunjin, Han, Changbin, Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin, and it was safe to say they were a pile of nerves because of the midterms.

The exams were going to happen in the afternoon, after lunch. And that meant Felix would have to sit through an entire morning of classes before getting rid of this god-forsaken exam. And to add to his misery of feeling nauseous due to nerves, they had gym class as well.

"Shit, this is going to be a long day," he thought to himself letting out a long sigh.

- Why did you sigh?

- I already feel defeated...

- Oh come on. It's just an exam, it's not the end of the world.

Han said giving a tap on the shoulder.

Felix went ahead because he wanted to study a little more before class started, so Chan took the opportunity and called the others back before they went to class.

- Hey, all 5 of you, since you're in the same class, I want to ask a favor of you.

- What is it, hyung?

- Keep an eye on Felix, I don't think he's okay.

- I noticed that too.

Hyunjin said.

- Don't worry hyung, we'll take care of him.

- If anything happens during class, text me and Minho, okay?

- Yes.

Chan and Minho were the oldest of the group and were in the same class, while the others were together in another class.

After about 20 minutes, the bell rang signaling the start of the day for the students. Throughout the first period, Felix tried to focus on what the teacher was saying but his mind only paid attention to how they had a test in a few hours, how before that they had gym class, and how his stomach wasn't giving him a break.

Han, having anxiety himself, knew the signs of someone anxious and he noticed how Felix's leg wouldn't stop shaking. He turned to Felix and mouthed

- Are you okay?

Felix just nodded back.

Han knew something was wrong, just like the others knew as well but he couldn't say anything during class. After the first period, they had a small break before the other class so the boys gathered around Felix.

Han put a hand on Felix's shaking leg.

- Hey, you're okay. Don't be nervous. You'll do well!

- Thanks...but it's not that...I feel strange...

- Strange how?

- I don't really know...I feel kind of nauseous...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick?

- No. It's just bothering me...can you just keep talking to me? It helps me get distracted and relax.

- Sure! Oh! Do you want to listen to the demo of the new song I'm working on?

- Yes!

They were known in the school for being extremely talented and they loved producing music.

Funny enough, Han's newly produced music was just what Felix needed to hear at that moment, even though there was no singing or rapping, the rhythm and beat were soothing and helped Felix relax a bit.

- Woah, it's really good!

- Glad you liked it! Maybe we can work on it after our midterms are done!

- Sure.

After a while, the second class started and Felix managed to sit through this one a little bit better. However, their next class was going to test the limits of his body, gym class.

Even though they were in separate classes, their gym class reunited a few classes, so all 8 of them would be together.

In a way, they were good at sports, and they did enjoy it, but today that one class was Felix's worst nightmare.

He had been feeling queasy all morning and running and jumping right now was definitely not the best idea. And on top of that, the weather was rather hot.

They had to run a few laps around the field before beginning a football match, and the boys were worried about him.

He did manage to take part in most of the class until the teacher gave them a break.

They all gathered in the shadow to catch their breaths and drink some water.

- Woah! It's too hot!

Some of them were spraying water on their heads, others were sitting down.

Felix was just standing with his hands on his waist, almost like Hyunjin's iconic pose. He was breathing rather erratically, his heart felt like it was still running on its own and his throat was dry.

- Here, Felix!

Chan said handing him a bottle of cold water.

- Thanks, hyung.

He gratefully accepted the water and took a small sip, but he was too thirsty, so he almost gulped down the entire bottle.

At first, he felt like he'd just been rescued from the desert but then reality hit.

He had just gulped down an entire bottle of water, on a queasy stomach, just before going back to the field.

He felt his stomach contract a little and bent down, hands on his knees for support, and his head ducked down.

- Hey, you okay?

Changbin said going over to his side, everyone was worried about him.

- Oi? I'm fine. Just tired, it's too hot.

Changbin and the boys decided not to insist on asking him if he was okay and just took his word for it. Even though they all knew something was wrong from the moment they met him early that morning.

They went back to the field and started the last part of their football match, and Felix was already regretting drinking that bottle of water even before he began running again.

Every step, every run, made his stomach flip over and over again, and the weather wasn't helping one bit.

He did manage to score a goal but he just kept feeling worse and worse. He bent over a few times to catch his breath and try to calm down and then continue. He did not want to leave the field out of the blue and catch everyone's attention, so he did his best to go through that torture.

Finally, the match ended and they won. All the boys gathered again one last time before going back to their classrooms and that's when things started to take a turn for the worst.

Felix leaned against the wall in the shadow with the others and felt his stomach flips again.

He felt it bubbling and sloshing its contents around, he tried to close his eyes and take a deep breath. But it wasn't working, he was already sweating from the exercise but now it was more like a cold sweat.

He was certain something was creeping up his throat and on top of that he was starting to feel lightheaded.

He attempted to close his eyes and breathe once again, but the nausea kept growing stronger.

Felix's mouth started to pool with saliva and he started to swallow convulsively, trying to keep everything in and not surprise anyone.

He did manage to control the situation but he was now twice as dizzy as he was before.

He felt the strength be sucked away from his legs and swayed a bit, catching all the boy's attention.

- Felix?

Chan said worryingly and quickly getting to his side. Being the oldest of the group he always took care of the younger ones.

He was quick to support Felix before the boy fell to the ground, and helped him down.

- Hey, easy. It's okay.

Felix couldn't even look up properly.

- What are you feeling?

Hyunjin asked kneeling next to him.

- I feel lightheaded and have cold sweats...

- You do look pale right now.

- I feel like I'm about to pass out...

- Lay down.

Felix did what Chan told him to do and he was glad that the nausea had gone away for a while, otherwise laying down would be the worst idea. 

Chan instructed that one of the boys held his legs up and the other put a cold water bottle on his forehead and his neck, as it should help with the heat and the low blood pressure.

Han called Chan to the side to talk to him without Felix listening.

- Hyung.

- What is it?

- He is not okay. Earlier in class his leg wouldn't stop shaking and he said he was feeling nauseous.

- Did he get sick?

- No. He just told us to keep talking to him and eventually, he calmed down.

- But now, gym class just made everything worse.

After a few minutes of the boys taking care of him, his face regained color and he was no longer feeling lightheaded.

- How are you feeling?

- better, I'm not dizzy any more.

- Great.

- Let's sit but take it slow, alright? Harsh movements will just make you feel dizzy again.

Minho helped Felix sit up but even if the movement was as smooth as he could manage, it still made his stomach's content slosh around.

It started gurgling and he felt liquid coming up his chest and his mouth pooling with saliva again.

He just stood there quietly while one of the boys massaged his nape with a cold wet cloth.

He appreciated the gesture but his stomach decided to make him suffer. It suddenly contracted and the nausea build up even more. He tried to keep it down by swallowing convulsively but it didn't work. He felt something creeping up his throat and he wanted to get out of there.

He tugged on Minho's jacket sleeve and didn't even look up, and just put his other hand on his stomach.

The older one immediately understood the signal, helped Felix to his feet, and wrapped his arm around his waist to support him.

- I'll go with him.

Felix gagged and swayed forward, and he would've fallen if Minho wasn't there supporting him.

The boys wanted to follow along but Chan told them not to because sometimes too many people around will only make one even more nervous, and he knew Felix would start to feel guilty for worrying them.

Minho guided Felix to the restroom and entered one of the stalls with his dongsaeng.

Felix bent over the toilet, hands grabbing the edges while Minho locked the door behind them. He put his hand on Felix's back and bent down to Felix's point of view.

- Are you okay?

Minho asked gently, a tone he used mostly with Felix.

- No... I've been feeling off since I woke up...

- We noticed.

- I'm sorry...

- No no no, it's okay.

Minho reassured him patting his head.

Felix's stomach kept bubbling and gurgling but he didn't feel like he was going to throw up. He kept his mouth open, only saliva coming out.

Minho started to rub his back up and down, trying to comfort his dongsaeng.

Felix gagged a few times but nothing came up, only thick saliva. He cursed under his breath because he still felt nauseous and he thought that if he threw up, he would feel better after.

- Felix, don't force it. You're gonna hurt your throat. Straighten your back and take deep breaths.

Minho helped him calm down before exiting the stall.

- Rinse your mouth and let's go, we still have one class and lunch before our exam.

- I wish I could do this exam now...

- me too. Let's go.

Minho walked out of the bathroom supporting Felix, because he knew the boy was still feeling unwell.

They met with the other 6 outside the bathroom, with worried expressions. Felix was already feeling bad and seeing his friends worried about him made him feel even worse.

- I'm okay.

He said firmly, no one believed it but they wouldn't contradict him and worsen the situation.

- Let's go back to class. See you later, Chan-hyung, Minho-hyung.

Changbin said wrapping his arm around Felix and walking with the other four to their classes.

As soon as the boys left, Chan turned to Minho and they made their way to their class as well.

- What happened in there?

- He felt sick but he couldn't throw up. Nothing came up.

- Shit. And we still have one class, lunch, and an exam.

- Yeah. What do we do?

- Let's see if we'll change classes for the exam and if we do, we keep an eye on him. If not, the other ones will be there if anything happens.

- I hope he will be okay.

The bell rang signaling the start of the last class before lunch. And Felix just sat through it, reading his notes for the exam and trying to ignore the fact that he still had to eat before doing that exam and going home.

Lunchtime arrived faster than he weirdly wished.

They all gathered in the school cafeteria, a place Felix was loathing right now because there was too much noise and the worst, food smells.

He had to eat but everything was making his stomach turn, he just buried his head in his hands sighing.

They all looked up at him, worried.

- Hey, Felix, are you okay?

- No...

They knew it was serious when he admitted. No one in the group used to admit to feeling unwell, so when they actually did, everyone should be concerned.

- What are you feeling?

- I feel weird...like, there's something lingering around in my stomach...

- Did you eat anything weird last night or this morning?

- No. I guess it's just nerves.

- Relax man, you'll do great. And it's not the end of the world. It's just an exam. Don't worry about it.

- I'll try to. Ugh-

He grimaced when his nose caught a strong scent of food, making his stomach turn again.

- Hey, Felix. Let's go eat outside, okay? We can see you're not feeling comfortable.

- Sorry, guys.

- Don't worry. Let's go.

They all decided to eat outside, under the shadow cast by the tree. There was a nice breeze and it helped Felix relax a bit, to the point where he managed to eat a little.

Lunchtime was over, much to Felix's happiness and despair. One because he didn't have to endure the smell of food anymore, and two because now there was no escaping the exam.

In their school, the students switched classes for the exam to prevent them from cheating.

This time, Minho and Chan were in the same class as Felix, while the others were in another one.

Felix read his notes for the last time before putting them in his bag and taking a deep breath in. All four of them looked at each other and wished good luck before the papers were handed out to them.

The exam wasn't difficult but it wasn't easy, they had to study but nothing that Felix needed to be afraid of or nervous about.

He started answering the questions, and at the beginning, he thought it was easy and that he didn't need to get anxious about it. And the nausea was gone, so he thought it was definitely just nerves.

But, as he continued to answer the exam, he felt this weird pressure between his eyes, as if he was dizzy but not really. He squeezed them shut to see if the weird sensation would go away. It did for a while but as he looked at the paper the letters started to get blurry and doubled, he squeezed his eyes again and looked up before returning his attention to the questions.

But what he thought were just nerves, were turning out to be something else. He felt cold sweat form at the back of his neck and trail down his back. His stomach started to act funny as well.

He tried his best to keep his attention on the questions before him, as he thought that being done with it he'd feel better and finally could go home.

However, things took a turn for the worst.

He felt his heartbeat increase and he broke in cold sweat, he couldn't pay attention to anything now. All the letters in front of him were completely blurred and doubled and he wasn't sure what was written or what he had answered.

His stomach started to do flips and he tried to make that horrible sensation go away. But the nausea just increased, he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white and started swallowing convulsively, as he felt something creeping up his chest.

By now, Chan and Minho had already noticed their dongsaeng's distress. They kept exchanging worried glances and keeping an eye out for Felix.

The young boy tried his best to get everything under control, he wanted to believe it was just nerves, but his body was telling him in every way possible that it wasn't.

He kept swallowing until his mouth became numb and for a brief moment the nausea seemed to be gone, only for him to focus back on the exam in front of him and it returned even stronger, and now he wouldn't be able to hold it.

He covered his mouth with his hand as he dropped the pen and ran out of the classroom, startling everyone.

The older boys looked at each other before getting up from their seats and following Felix.

Felix managed to get to the bathroom just in time, he barely had the chance to close the door behind him as he threw up, vomit escaping from in between his fingers and hitting the edges of the toilet, thankfully none got on his shoes or uniform. He just bent over holding against the wall as another stream made its way out.

Chan and Minho, and arrived shortly after, just in time to hear their dongsaeng gagging and the sound of vomit hitting the toilet water.

Minho went inside the stall and placed his hand on Felix's back and started rubbing it.

- Hey, take it easy. We're right here.

Felix gagged again bringing even more vomit up, hurting his throat in the process.

- Hey, do you have your hair tie on you?

Felix just motioned that it was in his pocket, so Minho grabbed it and tied his hair in a ponytail to prevent vomit from getting on it.

He barely managed to finish tying his hair and Felix's stomach contracted with full force making his back arch painfully, him bending even further, as a strong thick stream came out. The texture of the food he'd just eaten coming back made him feel even more nauseous as his stomach sent even more food up, this time making Felix lose his balance.

- Woah! Easy, easy, I've got you.

Minho said wrapping his arms around Felix's waist and guiding him down. The young spit saliva and then straightened his back, taking a deep breath, as his stomach finally gave him a break.

- Hyung...

He whined, before leaning against Minho.

The older boys' hearts just shattered into pieces seeing their dongsaeng in this state.

- It's okay, Lix.

Chan said bending down next to him and giving him a little pat on the shoulder.

For a while things seemed to have quieted down, Felix just lay there in his hyung's embrace.

- Do you think you're done?

As if on cue, his stomach flipped making him gag and lurch forward.

- I guess that's a no.

Chan said as they helped the boy back to the toilet. Felix didn't even have time to think before gagging again and vomiting even more, it felt like he was expelling last night's dinner.

- You're really not okay, Felix

Felix tried catching his breath but his stomach sent even more content up his throat making him almost choke in the process.

- Hey, calm down, it's alright.

Minho said as he now proceeded to rub Felix's lower back to his shoulder.

The young boy felt comfort in his hyung's touch and presence but the motion also stimulated his stomach once again, forcing him to vomit one more time, this time making him red from the effort.

After this, he was left vomiting only bile and hurting his throat. And even though there seemed to be nothing else to vomit, his body just didn't want to give him a break, as he kept feeling nauseous and gagging unproductively.

- Felix, there's nothing else for you to throw up. You're just hurting your throat.

Minho flushed the toilet and helped Felix straighten his back.

- There, straighten your back and take deep breaths with us.

Both he and Chan guided Felix through controlled breaths until the boy felt a little calmer.

- Hyung...I feel awful

The poor young boy said whining and leaning towards his hyungs' embrace. He felt horrible, he just wanted to go home but at the same time he was angry with himself because not only he wouldn't be able to finish his exam but neither would the hyungs that were taking care of him.

- I'm sorry, hyung- Because of me you won't be able to finish the exam-

Felix said already sobbing.

- Stop it, Lix. It's just an exam! It's not the end of the world! You're more important!

- Hyung-

Felix was now fully crying, he felt bad for his hyungs and he felt physically bad as well. He couldn't stop crying so Chan and Minho both hugged him tightly, letting their dongsaeng calm down little by little.

- It's okay, Yongbok-ah. It's okay. Don't worry.

Chan said stroking the boy's head and then placing a soft kiss.

- Let's rinse your mouth, okay?

- Hmm

They helped Felix to the sink to rinse his mouth and gave him some water.

- I'll talk to the teachers and we'll go home okay? You need to rest and get well.

- Okay.

- let's go outside.

Chan left to talk to the teachers and Minho stayed with Felix.

- Hey, why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling well?

- I thought it was just nerves, I really did. But as I started the exam, instead of getting better it got worse. I'm sorry.

- Stop apologizing. It's not your fault.

After a few minutes, Chan got back with his and Felix's belongings.

- The teacher allowed us two to go home. Since we leave close to each other and his parents aren't home.

- Okay. I'll talk to the others when the exam is done.

- Alright. Oh, one more thing. The teacher allowed us three to take another exam later so we can guarantee our grades.

- oh! That's nice! See, Felix? Nothing to worry about.

Felix was so exhausted, he didn't even respond, he just wanted to go home and sleep the rest of the day.

- Hyung...can we go? I really don't feel good...

- Yes. Sorry. Let's go.

Chan pulled Felix closer to his embrace and walked out.

Their school wasn't that far from their houses but now, Felix felt as if they lived on the other side of the country and the sun in their heads wasn't helping.

Chan kept holding him the whole time, he offered a piggyback ride to Felix but the boy refused, he felt that maybe that would make him even more nauseous.

As they walked, the heat was starting to take its toll on Felix, it combined with his upset stomach and started to make the boy feel even worse.

He felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth started to pool with saliva, making him halt startling Chan.

- Felix? What's wrong?

Chan said bending a little to take a good look at his dongsaeng.

- Hyung- I think I'm gonna be sick again-

- Okay, calm down. Let's get you somewhere more private.

Chan guided Felix to a nearby alley where the boy could throw up without people staring at him.

Felix supported his weight with both hands on the wall and ducked his head down closing his eyes.

- It's okay, Felix. It's okay. Just let it out.

Chan said as he rubbed Felix's nape.

Felix spat out saliva as he tried to focus his attention on his hyung's touch.

He kept his head down, swallowing and squeezing his eyes as the nausea grew stronger. His stomach then contracted and sent hot liquid up his throat, his back arched making his head duck down even further as vomit came out hitting the ground with a sickening sound.

- That's it, let it out. You're doing good.

Chan said rubbing Felix's back as the young boy lurched forward one more time as another wave forced its way out, making him a little red and teary-eyed.

His stomach then left him vomiting bile as the nausea took its time to cease and give him a break. Chan kept rubbing his back throughout the process trying to make his dongsaeng a little more comfortable.

When Felix was done, Chan grabbed his water bottle from his backpack and handed it over to him.

- Here, rinse your mouth and try to take a small sip, just to relax your throat a bit.

Felix did as he was told, the water was still cold, so the sensation as he swallowed it felt indeed relaxing.

Chan took a good look at the sick young boy in front of him and noticed he looked pale yet flushed. He reached for Felix's forehead and it felt a little hot to the touch.

- I think you're developing a fever, Felix.

Felix's had enough of trying to stay strong and just broke down.

- Hyung, it hurts.

He said as he started crying.

Chan's heart was clenching seeing his domgsaeng suffering like this, if he could, he'd take everything Felix was feeling for him.

He pulled the boy into his embrace and Felix let himself sink into his hyung's arms.

- I'm right here. Hyung is right here. I've got you. Let's go home. Can you walk?

- Hm

Felix just nodded no so Chan proceeded to give him a piggyback ride back home. He walked as smoothly as possible, not wanting to upset his dongsaeng's stomach any further.

Felix dozed off on the way and within minutes, he was finally home.

Chan carefully sat him down on the couch and then went to the kitchen to get the boy some more water.

- Hey, Lix, do you have antiemetics here?

- Yeah...it should be in the cabinet.

- Okay. I'll go get it.

Chan got the pill and handed it to Felix, thankfully it was a gel one, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to swallow it. He gagged when he swallowed but managed to keep it down.

- I'm okay.

He said putting his hand up and giving the glass back to Chan.

- Do you think you can shower right now? You'll feel more comfortable after.

- I think so.

- Leave the door ajar, just in case. If you start to feel funny, call me okay? I'll be right outside.

- Okay, thanks hyung.

While Felix took his shower, Chan called his mom to tell her what happened.

- Oh, hello Mom!

- Oh, Chan, hello!

- How are you?

- I'm okay, and you?

- I'm fine. Mom, I called you because Felix got sick at school.

- Oh my! Really? What happened?

- We had an exam today and he thought he was just anxious but he ended up throwing up.

- Oh my god! He was acting weird before leaving this morning, he barely ate breakfast...

- We noticed something was wrong when we met, so we kept an eye out during the day.

- How is he right now?

- We're home, he is taking a shower. I'm here with him.

- Thank you so much, Chan! We'll be home in a while, make yourself comfortable.

- Okay, thank you, mom.

As the call ended, Felix got out of the shower to meet Chan.

- Was that my mom?

- Yeah. She said she will be home soon.

Felix was feeling relieved he was home and had his hyung with him and the shower thankfully relaxed him, maybe a little too much.

- Hyung...can we sit? I feel dizzy...

- Oh, sure. Come on.

Said wrapped his arm around Felix's waist guiding him to his bedroom.

- There we go. Feeling better?

- A little. I feel tired, hyung.

- Try to get some sleep. I'm right here, I won't go anywhere.

With Chan's reassuring words, Felix lay down on his bed while the older covered him with a light blanket because of the heat. He quickly left the bedroom to get a bucket, just in case, and returned.

- Hyung...

Felix whined which Chan understood as a sign that the boy needed more comfort.

He sat down beside the bed and started patting Felix's back lightly to help the young boy fall asleep.

- Hyung, can I hold your hand?

- Sure.

Chan said grabbing Felix's hand, he knew that would make the sick boy feel better.

- You can sleep now. Hyung's right here.

- Thank you, hyung.

Felix fell asleep within minutes, as Chan continued to pat his back.

As time passed, Chan also grew tired and ended up asleep as well.

After a few hours, Felix's parents came back to find both boys fast asleep in the bedroom, a sight that they'll never forget. They were more than grateful that Felix found so many good people and such a caring hyung.

They knew nothing would happen to their son since Chan was always with him.

[tristayranambrosio]

Notorious/Altruistic Day 5 - February 22 DWC

(Keeping it going as I desperately try to keep up with @daily writing challenge seems I'm gonna be a day behind though) “You’re scowling again.” Nestor sings at me playfully. I growl at the middle aged Elf dressed in the finery of a noble with an affinity for hues bright enough to make one’s eyes hurt. He was a riot of violet and sunset with waist long hair that was cuffed and beaded in artful chaos with a whole ear cuff and what he thought was a -scandalous- eyebrow hoop that he had clearly gotten when rebelling against his ‘upper city’ parents in his long ago youth. The Director of the Crimson Curtain Nestor, having forsaken a surname but kept the fortune to ‘slum’ with the true life blood of the city. He was graying at the temples and I think after too many years being someone he wasn’t Nestor the Notorious Cabaret Lord of The Crimson was now unabashedly who he was. I almost hate him for that freedom, the way he could be himself without a care for what the world saw, love as he loved… His Partner the Tauren Florist cast the Aging elf a warning glance for tripping my fuse while I was behind the bar given my tendency to break bottles when I gripped them too hard. I had taken a part time gig that I didn’t need to stop my clan from asking inconvenient questions, they wouldn’t accept that I just wanted to play in our band, that I felt at home somewhere at last… With Estibahn the cockiest Goblin bastard bassist… And my beautiful Rose.  I grunt and turn my back because I am scowling… because my Rose… who I remind myself is -not- mine is crooning a love song to one of the women in the crowd. Nestor turns to what I’m -decidedly- not looking at as I wipe down the bar, “Our little star, It’s beautiful don’t you think Jezz? How the boy is so altruistic with his romance… his affections. That he still makes them all feel so desired, wanted but never crosses lines. Its a delicate little dance.” “Isn’t that his -job-” I toss over my shoulder and I hate myself for it, my jealous stupid self pretending that I’m not wishing I was that bitch in the audience, with his hand cupping my chin singing into my lips while dressed in glittering costumes and jewels of teal, contrasting his perfect form against the overwhelming hues of sunset. “Oh come on now Jezzy!” Nestor swats my arm and I whirl to look at where this elf had the nerve to -touch- me like it’s some sour fruit stuck to me even long after the playful swat had gone, “He’s not employed as a Gigolo though gods above I’m certain we’d make a fortune if he was. No this is charity. And it almost brings a tear to the eye.” “Charity?” I scoff gripping tight to my bitterness as my turn forced me to see Trist lean to slip from the stage to straddle that woman’s chair with her in it, still singing like a siren as she gazes up at him with naked desire. Ancestors help me… He’s so different when they look at him like that… unashamed of their appreciation. I make myself finish hating myself… hating that I lash out and say the words I want to turn inward about the person who makes me feel alive, “You mean telling them pretty lies, being some fantasy for tips… its all a smoke show like everything here.”

Then Nestor’s words turned dark, hard, and cold, “But if you hurt him, Jezza. If you break my boy, You will always regret it. So stop -growling- and tell him how you feel before you let him slip away. Especially with Archstone -skulking- around again.” The horror in my face and form has me locked in place, did this- did he know what that would mean!? He knows?! How!? Nestor hopped off his stool and reopened his fan with a thwap and purred to his mate, “Now lets go get a closer look, shall me my beautiful bull?” I watch them in abject awe and Palehoof dips an understanding nod my way, hand always lightly brushing Nestor’s lower back with the gentlest hands I’d ever seen. I’m too stunned to rage… how did they know?! I- Have fallen in way too deep.

[delphi-dreamin]

I Just Wanna Be (The Girl You Like)

[Stream 4]

A members-only stream goes awry...

Characters: MC!Delphi, Lucifer, Mephistopheles (mentioned)

Relationship: Delphi x Lucifer (mutual pining)

Word Count: 1697

Warnings: Some anal play, praise kink, general angst~

Notes: Hey all! Still on vacation, but I got this little interlude chapter finished and thought I'd stick to schedule with it! I hope you like it! It's shorter than usual, but the next chapter should be up to the normal length.

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“Fucking Mephisto!” Delphi rages, slamming her door. “Fucking Mephisto and his fucking newspaper! It’s almost nothing more than a gossip rag, but everybody treats it like it’s the end-all-be-all for news in this god forsaken place! Fuck!”

Delphi shoves her thumb in her mouth as blood begins to seep from it. She hadn’t meant to cut herself on the latch to her box. But the metal had been getting rough recently and she just hadn’t had the time to sand it down. She can feel Satan’s pact mark on her thigh pulsing and burning as she makes her way to the bathroom for a bandage.

After the bleeding is stopped, she sets up her ring light and camera across from her chair like usual, then grabs a few toys from her box and lays them out on her table. She tries to settle into her chair the way she usually does, but the irritation burning in her stomach and on her leg makes it hard to find a comfortable position. So she decides to try something different.

“Hi, my loves. I’m glad y'all could join me on such short notice,” she sighs into the camera. She stands in front of it in her bra and panties, chair behind her in frame. “I’m so mad I can’t get comfortable today, so I thought I’d try something with y’all. I want y’all to walk me through what you want to see tonight. How do you want me to sit in the chair? Which toys do you want me to use? How fast and how hard do you want me to go? I want y’all to walk me through it, okay?”

There are only a few members on tonight, but the chat goes bananas. She knows Asmo is having a hell of a time moderating this, but she needs to not be in charge right now. There’s no real consensus in the chat for the first few moments, then out of nowhere, it all goes silent.

BigBadWolf has entered the chat

“Well, well,” Delphi says. “That didn’t take long. Hello, Wolf. I didn’t know if I’d see you again.”

Bigbadwolf: I tried to stay away. But I got the notification that you were online and had to see you.

Delphi scoffs, “Oh really? What happened to you?”

Bigbadwolf: Long day at school. What about you, little one? You seem angry.

“How very astute,” she huffs. “Long day at school.”

Bigbadwolf: If you don’t want me here, I can leave.

“No, by all means, stay,” Delphi sighs. She crosses her arms. “At least get in one more show before you leave.”

Bigbadwolf: All right. If you’re sure. What are we doing this evening?

“Guided masturbation, basically,” she explains, her hands moving to her hips. “You guys calling the shots. Because I had a shit day and I need to blow off steam and not make decisions.”

Bigbadwolf: Perfectly understandable. May I see your collection, little one?

Grinning, Delphi wheels her table around so that it’s in frame. There are a couple new toys on it, but a few old favorites as well. He clearly notices the newer ones.

Bigbadwolf: The plug.

It’s a black steel anal plug with a large red gem making up the base. It had been a birthday present to herself, but she hadn’t wanted to use it on the stream until she was more comfortable with it. Delphi feels her face heating up as she looks from the little plug to the bottle of lube beside it.

Bigbadwolf: On your knees in the chair, darling. Let us see.

Delphi smiles and nods, reaching back to undo the clasp of her bra. She lets it fall to the floor, her underwear following soon after. Making eye contact with the camera, she climbs into the chair, her knees spread. She leans forward, one hand on the back rim of the chair, and reaches back with the other to spread herself open for the camera. She teases like that for a few moments, gently teasing her hole before reaching over to her table for the lube and the plug.

She coats her fingers and the plug, then begins slowly teasing herself open.

Lucifer groans watching her slowly stretch herself around the black metal. She whimpers and moans as the toy slips into her ass, pumping it in and out a few times before nestling the wide gem in place between her cheeks. She arches her back, showing off the glittering gem for a few moments before turning to make eye-contact with the camera again.

“Now what, loves?” she asks, her voice a husky whisper.

“Fuck,” Lucifer breathes.

Bigbadwolf: You are stunning, little one.

Bigbadwolf: I think you know which toy I’d like to see you use tonight, if that’s all right.

“Of course it is, darling Wolf,” Delphi replies, smiling into the camera. She reaches over to her table and grabs both of their favorite toy, bringing it into frame and to her lips. “This is the one, isn’t it, love?”

Bigbadwolf: You know it is, little tease.

Delphi finds herself laughing, unable to contain the bubbly feeling in her chest. “So I’m a tease? I thought you liked that, Wolf.”

She can practically hear the growl in the back of his throat when he responds.

Bigbadwolf: Did I say that?

“You didn’t have to,” she breathes, running her tongue up the underside of the dildo’s tip. “Where do you want it?”

Bigbadwolf: Between those pretty lips, darling.

Delphi has to stop herself from whining as she takes the toy between her lips. The tip is pointed, widening out to a thick shaft that she can barely open enough for. It makes her jaw ache and burn, but she’s happy to put on a show for her channel members.

Lucifer sighs, shifting into his demon form. He watches, entranced, as the exchange student bobs her head on the toy. Every now and then, he catches a flash of silver as she rakes her tongue over the flat tip.

Bigbadwolf: Did you ever find out who that toy was based off of?

She releases it with a wet pop, grinning and panting into the camera. She shakes her head, replying, “No, I haven’t figured it out yet. My channel manager won’t tell me. He says I have to figure it out on my own.”

Bigbadwolf: Poor thing.

“I know!” Delphi exclaims. “I have to be a damn detective!”

Lucifer chuckles, draping his wings over the arms of his chair in an attempt to get more comfortable. He sheds his outer layers, loosening his shirt collar and then undoing his slacks.

Bigbadwolf: I’m sure you can figure it out, dear Oracle. I’m told that you’re rather brilliant.

He watches as her face goes cherry red under the soft white light of her streaming setup, grinning a wolfish grin. She likes being praised, does she? He can do that.

Bigbadwolf: What’s the matter, little one? Not used to being told you’re brilliant?

Eyes wide and blush deepening, she sputters, “N-no! It’s not- I’m fine! It’s nothing!”

Bigbadwolf: Do you enjoy being praised, little Oracle?

“Wolf, please-“

Bigbadwolf: Flustered looks lovely on you, darling.

Bigbadwolf: Now, be a good girl and spread those pretty legs, hm?

Delphi hopes that the involuntary whine that rips from her throat isn’t picked up by her mic as she leans back in her chair and drops her knees open. The heat in her cheeks is almost painful as she peeks up at the camera from beneath her lashes. The throb between her legs is almost as bad as the burn in her face, as is the searing heat in Asmo’s pact mark.

“How’s this?” she breathes.

Bigbadwolf: Absolutely stunning, darling. You look so lovely spread out like that.

Bigbadwolf: Now, I want you to show me how well you can take that toy of yours.

She whimpers, but nods, lining the dildo’s pointed tip with her soaked entrance.

Something Lucifer hadn’t been expecting when he fell were the physical changes to his body between his human and demon forms. His wings and horns he knew about. What he hadn’t known about was the way his fingers would lengthen into talon-like claws, black tipped and dangerous. He hadn’t been expecting the wicked fangs, and indeed bit the inside of his cheek and his tongue several time before getting used to them.

The one he was most surprised about, though, he allows to spring free from his slacks. Milky beads of precum form on his pointed tip and he groans as he spreads it down his thick shaft in time with her. Millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, he moves his fist at the same pace as the exchange student on his screen, imagining it was actually his cock she was sinking onto and not the silicone reproduction that Asmodeus had somehow gifted her.

When he finds out how the little shit managed it, there will be hell to pay. But for now he watches as she takes the thing down to the base, sweat covering her in a thin sheen as she pants, open-mouthed, her violet eyes glazed over with magenta.

Bigbadwolf: That’s it, lamb. You did so well.

Bigbadwolf: I'll bet you feel as amazing as you look, don’t you?

“W-Wolf!” she exclaims and he sees her shift and clench around the toy. Lucifer chuckles. That red tinge in her cheeks makes her look so much prettier.

Bigbadwolf: You should get used to being praised, little one.

“It’s not that I’m not used to it,” Delphi protests.

Bigbadwolf: Oh? Then what is it, lamb?

She shakes her head, clenching her jaw hard. Then the stream goes dark and Lucifer is left baffled. What just happened?

OracleDelphi: It’s not that I’m not used to it.

Bigbadwolf: What’s wrong, Oracle?

OracleDelphi: You’re leaving me.

OracleDelphi: You always leave the sweetest comments and you take over the chat when I do streams like this so I never have to do anything weird.

OracleDelphi: You’ve been with me since my channel started. You know me as well as my housemates do.

OracleDelphi: And now you’re leaving.

Bigbadwolf is typing…

OracleDelphi is offline

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @attic-club-sandwich @kyungjoon-do @flemmingbamse @consolationblog @rensphilia

[musings-of-a-rose]

All I can think of right now is Lu Fox meeting an eccentric writer who's just the oddest person he's ever meant and always seems to make him laugh or smile. They both end up helping each other (the reader helping pull Lu from the edge and Lu helping the reader voice their ideas and get their book written) and maybe falling for each other along the way. Who knows? Just an idea. Also, Garrett Hedlund is very attractive.

I'm Here

Pairing: Lu Fox x f!reader

Word Count: 5500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes:  Anon, I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope it’s what you were looking for. And you are correct - Garrett Hedlund is very attractive. I hope you follow him on Instagram if you need further proof. 

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“Oh fuck this!” I shout, as I shove the computer away from me. Not enough to break it but enough to let out a little of the frustration I have with not being able to write anything.

Not a single word.

My friend’s husband had inherited a home in the middle of nowhere Australia, some small fishing town on the west coast. He had convinced me that what I needed to finish writing this God-forsaken novel was a change of scenery, set away from the city. Since nothing else was helping, and I would be able to stay in the house free of charge, I figured why not? 

I arrived 2 weeks ago and have written exactly 23 words. And that was my name with a series of expletives after it. 

I’m putting too much pressure on myself, I know it. It’s just that I’ve been trying to write this thing for what feels like my entire life and I know people are waiting for me to just get it out already. 

That’s the problem with imposter syndrome when it teams up with your crippling perfectionism. 

I know this place has beach access, having briefly seen it in the distance when I hauled my suitcases inside. Changing into my bathing suit with a simple tank top and shorts, I pulled on some shoes and headed outside, pausing only to grab my sun hat and to make sure my phone was in my pocket.    

It took me a few minutes to find it, but the little “private” beach was there, white sands and beach grass swaying slightly in the wind coming off the water. I walk close to where the surf comes up on the sand, tossing down my beach towel that I had remembered at the very last second, sprinting back to the house to grab it. 

I settle down on it, taking in the view briefly before pulling out my phone. Flipping to the voice recorder app, I make sure it’s working before simply holding it in my hand, eyes turning back to the beautiful water view. Several minutes pass before I finally put the phone to my face, holding it close to my mouth.

“Day…I don’t even know. Same story. Should the main character go off on some quest to find herself? No that’s too cliche. What if they return the stone but it doesn’t do what it’s supposed to?” 

Groaning, I stop the recording and hold the phone away from my mouth for a brief moment before speaking into it again.

“Or maybe they would tell everyone to shove it in their asses and leave them the fuck alone.”

“Sounds like a cheerful story.”

A deep voice speaks from slightly behind me and to my right and I jump, brandishing my phone like a weapon at the intruder. He’s tall, about 6’3 or so, sandy blonde hair that comes down to about his eyes, his annoyingly bright blue eyes. He’s tan but not overly so, has some muscle to him and I can see the swell of a small stomach beneath his nearly form fitted white t-shirt, paired with a simple pair of shorts and…are those flip flops?

“Who the fuck are you?”

He’s put his hands up in a surrender position, trying to show he means no harm. At least that’s the vibe he gives off.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m the fuck who’s private property this is.”

He tries to hide a chuckle at my choice of words, but I wave the phone at him in what I hope is a menacing way and he at least tries his best to choke back the laugh.

“You’re staying at the old Allen house?”

Shit. I didn’t think this through and now he knows where I live. Not that I’d kick him out of bed. Not the point.

“Does it matter?”

He doesn’t answer me right away. Instead I see his eyes rake over me, but more in an assessing manner than being attracted to me, and it wasn’t threatening. 

“It hasn’t been lived in for a while. Everything still work or you taking cold showers?”

“They keep me clear headed.”

He laughs now, his teeth on full display as he lights up the entire area with his smile, shoulders bouncing slightly with his laughter.

“It’s gotta be freezing.”

“I’ve survived worse.”

“I’m sure you have.”

“Why are you on my beach?”

His laughter fades but the smile lingers slightly, but only slightly. “I uh…I go fishing sometimes and my truck is parked just over that sandhill.” He gestures behind him towards a sand bank. 

“Aren’t there docks you could park at?”

His eyes suddenly don’t meet mine and it clicks - he’s not supposed to be fishing whatever it is that he fishes. I know the people in this town are weird about their fishing spots so I’m not surprised. 

“I like the fish on this side.”

I put my arm down, deciding that he wasn’t a threat. “Or you’re not supposed to be fishing here.”

The smile is gone and the light that had been in his eyes fades. “Used to be we could fish wherever. But then they went and made you get a license. Little piece of paper that says you could do what everyone’s been doing since the beginning of fishing.”

I nod. “So…get a license?”

He chuckles, but there’s no laughter in it. “I tried, but they wouldn’t let me.”

“What? Why not?”

He studies me again befire speaking. “Does it bother you that I use the beach?”

“Should it?”

“It should if you intend on making friends here.”

“With these people? Pssht. They don’t want to be my friend. I’m an outsider. And an American at that, no matter how I try to assimilate.”

“Yeah, they don’t care for me either.”

“And why’s that?”

He sticks his hand out. “Name’s Lu. Lu Fox.”

I shake his hand and give him my name. “But everyone calls me Jane.”

“Jane?”

“Yeah. I’m a writer and was always a big reader. First big book I ever read was Pride and Prejudice and I was sort of obsessed. Wrote my own stories about it. The nickname stuck.”

“Oh that’s why you were talking into your phone. Makes sense. You writing out here?”

I laugh darkly. “I’m trying to. Writer’s block is a bitch.”

“Might help if you could take a nice shower instead of a cold one.”

I chuckle again. “Well…you may have a point there, Lu.”

His blue eyes are like the water behind him and he looks at me again, as if he’s finally fully judged me. Or seen me. 

“Well…it was nice to mee you, Jane.” He turns to head back over the bank, his broad shoulders flexing slightly as he runs his fingers through his hair. He disappears and my beach feels a little more empty without him here.

I head back inside and write the most I’ve written in a very long time.

—----

I don’t see him again for a couple of weeks, but then again, he could be hiding from me. Or whomever told him he’s not allowed to fish.

God I wish he’d come back. Not just because I find myself suddenly able to write when being around him, but his presence just…I’m not sure. There’s also this layer of sadness and guilt to him, hiding just behind those baby blue eyes. It’s fascinating, from a human study perspective. Although I’m sure he wouldn’t want to hear about that. 

Sitting on a towel on the beach is getting old so I explore more of the house. Opening a small shed outside, I find some old patio furniture, a small table with an umbrella and a couple of chairs. They’re a little banged up and dirty, but a quick inspection and cleaning tells me that I won’t fall through the chairs. At least not yet. 

I bring both of the chairs to the beach, intending to use the other one to rest my feet on. Or to offer to Lu if he happens by. The table, however, is the bane of my current existence. It’s heavy as fuck and my arms are straining with the effort of pulling the damn thing towards the beach. Once I hit the sand, it all but gives up, the groaning of the metal mocking me. 

“Need a hand?”

I jump, not realizing anyone was there let alone watching me. 

“You gotta stop sneaking up on me, Lu.”

He smirkls. “Next time, I’ll just watch you suffer then.”

I roll my eyes but I can’t hide the small smile that creeps up. “Next time?”

He blushes, pink cheeks radiating out from his beautifully tanned skin. “I..uh…d-do you need help?”

I watch him for a moment, deciding now wasn’t the time to push the topic. “Fuck, yes please. This table has it out for me, I swear.”

He grabs one side of the table and I grab the other. Together, we manage to get it by the chairs, Lu sinking it slightly into the ground to help stabilize it. After, I gesture towards the second chair. 

“Have a seat? I can go grab us some drinks.”

It’s my turn to be analyzed, and he does it well. I feel like I’m being judged, but not in a harsh way. More like someone trying to figure out any hidden agenda. 

“Sure. I got a few minutes.”

I head back inside and make up a quick tray of small snacks, sandwiches, and drinks, heading back out and placing it on the table. A small bowl containing food for his dog is placed on the ground, with an additional bowl for water and the dog looks extremely grateful as he chows down.

“So what made you drag all of this down here?”

I shrug. “There was too much crap in storage. And I was getting tired of sand in my lady bits.”

He laughs but it almost looks like his body isn’t familiar with the action, shoulders tensing with the unnatural release. 

“You’ve got a point there.”

“I don’t want anything in me that I didn’t invite to come inside.”

The words leave my mouth before I realize the double meaning. I take a quick drink, trying to see him out the corner of my eye, hoping he didn’t read too much into it. 

No such luck. 

“Invited in, huh?”

Ok, trying to play it cool here. I wave my hand as I swallow my sip. “Sand? Not invited. You? Open invitation.”

What the fuck did I just say?

Apparently I’ve left my mouth under the control of someone else but now they’ve turned control back over to me after saying basically, “you can fuck me whenever you want.”

Lu chokes on his drink as the words leave my mouth, coughing and sputtering, but also holding back a smile as he regains his composure. 

Before he can say anything I stand, knowing my cheeks are burning and my confidence in myself has been swept away into the water. I almost start to run, anything to get away from the situation that I have opened myself to. I mean, I would never say no to that situation coming up but…that’s so not the point. 

I make it to the screen door, pulling it open and letting it slam behind me as I walk the 2 steps to the main door, fumbling with the handle. Suddenly, I feel him, standing on the outside of the screen, hesitant to open it to make me feel obligated to something, but wanting me to know it’s ok, that I didn’t just embarrass the hell out of myself and that he’s ok with moving on. It’s almost as if he enjoys his time with me too, despite how limited it’s been. Why else would he put up with me?

I turn, slowly, bracing myself to meet those piercing blue eyes that can actually see me. And when I do, I can’t stop myself. 

I open the screen door, staring up at him as he looks down at me, his eyes flicking between mine, trying to read my intentions, letting me know nothing has to happen. Ever. He’s content with just being around me. But one thing’s for sure - he’s leaving it all up to me. 

Gently, I take his hand and pull him inside, the screen door slamming closed behind him. He’s still watching me, his eyes studying my entire body for cues, not wanting to push. But there’s a growing intensity there, a need, a desire that he’s trying to push down in case nothing happens. 

But I need his consent too. And silently I receive it with a quick raise of my eyebrows and a small nod from him. 

I have to stand on my toes to meet his lips, which are surprisingly soft and gentle against my anxiety bitten ones. His hands find my hips and lightly settle there, a soft grip on them as he pulls me closer to him. His tongue licks lightly at my lips, still asking for the permission I have already granted him, not wanting to overstep. My tongue darts out to meet his and I feel his fingers tighten on my hips, his body trying to close any space between us. 

I take a step back, my fingers finding his belt loop and pulling him along with me. He gets the hint and moves me forwards, pushing my ass into the door behind me as he deepens his kiss. I shift my leg up his thigh and he swings his arm around it, pushing it up higher to loop over his own hip as he lightly grinds into me. Breaking the kiss, I whine into the humid air, Lu taking full advantage of my exposed neck to kiss and bite me there, groaning when my fingers find his hair at the back of his neck, tugging slightly. 

Then the tension pops.

He slides his hand up my leg, feeling for the ties at the hips of my bathing suit, quickly undoing them and letting it drop to the floor. My hands fumble at his shorts, but I manage to pop the button open and slide them down just enough for him to spring free, dick lightly slapping against my wet cunt. 

He grips the back of my other thigh and pulls it up around his other hip, helping me to straddle him as he pushes my back into the door. One arm wrapped around his broad shoulders, I use the other to grip him, lining him up as he slides me down onto him, both of us moaning out as he inches his way inside me, stretching me in the best way possible. Our mouths are still attached, open and breathing into the other as he pulls out and pushes back in, setting a pace that has him hitting some spot at the very back of me, stars erupting in my vision as I come, crying out his name as he prolongs my release. A few more hard thrusts from him and he moans into my shoulder, coming hard as his hips sputter, trying to fill every corner of me. 

We stay like that for a few minutes, just breathing heavily and feeling the other. He quietly slips from me, placing my feet back on the floor before gripping my hips and pulling me to him again, kissing me deeply against the door. 

It’s now that I realize the groan isn’t coming from me or him, but from behind me.

Lu must relize this too as he pulls me off the door and to him, just as the door takes one last creak and falls backwards into the house, the bottom hinge attempting to hang on, the top half of the door slamming loudly on the wood floor.

“I can fix that.”

I look at Lu and we both start to laugh, his smile just barely reaching his eyes as it stretches across his face, lighting up the porch. 

“I’ll hold you to that, Lu.”

—-----

True to his word, Lu repairs the front door that day, taking some additional time to see what else needed repairs. I’m not sure how much of a handyman he is, but I decide I don’t really care because that next day he fixes my hot water heater and I can finally take a hot shower again.

Lu takes his time fixing up my place. I assumed it was just for the amazing sex, but when I ask him, he says he likes hearing me mutter to myself about my book because nothing ever seems related as i only verbalize less than half of what I'm actually thinking. He likes watching the process.

I’m just glad there’s an actual process to observe.

Lu’s presence inspires me and I find myself able to write more and more with every passing day. It’s not that he’s in my book, but more that he somehow gives me the confidence I need to actually write something that’s not entirely shit. 

I wish I could do something similar for him. The sadness in him is still very much there, always present in his eyes and hunched over posture, like it’s literally weighing him down. I don’t dare ask him outright, not wanting to intentionally hurt him. 

—----

The townspeople are talking now. Before, they’d mostly ignore me, maybe giving me a rolled eye here and there, but mostly just smiling long enough to take my money. But now, it’s like they’ve all taken an interest, telling me I need to “Stay away from that Fox boy” because he’s bad news. But when I ask how, no one can really give me an answer. They glance around and say something about “Buckridge”. I’m pretty sure that’s the top fisherman around here and he’s some sort of local celeb.

Like I give an actual fuck.

—----

A few months after my arrival, I’m sitting on my back porch towards evening, sipping on some homemade lemonade I’d managed to perfect, gazing out over the sand banks towards the beach. Lu was off fishing or doing whatever it is he does to make money, which always gives me time to sit and think without the presence of another human or animal. I thought I’d hate living so far from a city, but it’s growing on me.

Or at least a certain someone is.

I hear rustling in the brush near my house and it sounds big. I know Australia has some very unique animals, but I’ve been here a while and I’ve never heard anything this big. I still my movements, thankful I’d been sitting out here a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Those movements are definitely not an animal. They sound like a person. Is someone from town lurking around my house?  

Silently, I reach for the baseball bat Lu had placed next to my front door a few weeks ago in case I needed to look larger to local wildlife. I never thought I’d have to use it on a person.

Just then, a body falls out from the brush, hitting the dirt with a pathetic “oomph”, barely moving after the fall. I grab my flashlight and shine it towards the person.

“Lu!”

I dart out of the porch door, full out running towards him, dropping the bat to his side where I also lay the flashlight down, touching his shoulder to get him to turn. He jerks back, unsure of who I am.

“It’s me. It’s Jane. You’re at my place.”

This seems to calm him down, his eyes finally able to actually see me and take me in.

“Jane?”

I hate how forced his voice is, hate the violent cough that follows. I coax him to stand, having him lean on me as we shuffle to the house. I manage to get him inside the porch on the patio couch. He stretches out, taking some sharp breaths and groans as he grips at various parts of his body. 

“Let me look at you. Ssshh it’s ok. You’re gonna be ok.”

He’s already shirtless, cuts and scrapes and bruises adorn his torso, matching his face. His shorts are torn in places and I realize now that he doesn’t have on any shoes. His feet have major blisters on them, as if he’d been walking barefoot for a while.

“Let me call an ambulance-”

“No.”

It’s quiet, and choked out, but it’s a strong reply regardless.

“Lu, I don’t know if you’re bleeding internally or something is broken, I-”

“No hospitals. Nothing broken.”

I’m not going to win this one, so I make do with what I can. 

“Well if you get worse, you’re going. No fighting. Now, I’m going to grab the first aid kit, hold on.”

Sprinting inside, I grab a small first aid kit that I’d stocked up when I got here, fully knowing my own clumsiness would require me to have a good supply of ointments and bandages. I also grab a bowl and fill it with warm water and toss in a clean rag. I set the bowl gently down on the floor next to Lu, taking the cloth and wringing it out. 

“I’m going to clean you up a bit but we need to get you in a bath. Ok?”

“Mmm.”

Gently, I dab at all of the cuts, taking note of the ones that looked deeper and the bruises he winced over. It’s obvious he’s exhausted, his muscles probably on fire from doing whatever he needed to to survive. I get him as clean as I can before tossing the rag in the bowl. I take his hand carefully and give it a light squeeze, waiting for him to turn to me. He does but he keeps his eyes closed. 

“We have to get you in the bath, Lu.”

He groans but nods, knowing he’s going to have to endure some amount of pain. I help him up and he nearly falls on me. Luckily, I have my feet planted and am able to support a little more of him as I guide him inside and down the hall, grateful for the giant soaking tub in the bathroom not too far from the front door. He sits on the closed toilet seat as I pour the water, making sure it’s a nice warm temperature before turning to him. 

“Let me help.”

He nods and attempts to stand, but I place a hand on his shoulder. 

“Just lift your hips when I say, yeah?”

He nods again, waiting as I undo his shorts and pull them and his boxers open. He lifts his hips so I can slide them down and off his legs, tossing them by the bathroom door. He pulls himself up and I help him in the tub, listening to his whimpers and groans as his body aches and screams out at him. 

Finally, he’s seated in the tub and I can clearly see all of him. He’s got more cuts and scrapes than I saw before, bruises springing up almost before my eyes. His feet are more of a mess than I anticipated and I know he’ll be out a few days recovering. I grab a washcloth and some soap and get to work, gently scrubbing away the dirt and grime from his skin and the saltwater from his hair. 

“It was some of Buckridge’s men.”

There’s that name again.

“What?”

“Was out fishing and I saw 2 boats heading my way. I looked in the binoculars and saw them. Buckridge’s men heading straight for me. I tossed my shirt and dove in, swimming far and deep. They destroyed my boat.”

Anger courses through me at this. “They could’ve killed you, Lu.”

“I don’t think they’d have minded if they did.”

Silence for a few minutes before he speaks again.

“I wound up on shore but a lot farther out from where I started. No boat. They probably got my truck. But I knew you weren’t too far. Or I thought you weren’t too far-”

“Wait. You swam for miles, then walked here?”

“Mmm. Had to take the brush in case they found me on the road.”

“Fuck, Lu. We gotta go to the police-”

“No. It won’t help anyway.”

“Lu, this was attempted murder! They could’ve-”

“Wouldn’t be anything I didn’t deserve.”

It was so quiet, nearly whispered, and I almost missed it. 

“You don’t deserve any of this.”

“You don’t know what I’ve done.”

“Is it why you’re always so sad?”

He doesn’t say anything, but the tears building in his eyes confirms his answer. I don’t say anything, quietly washing his hair and the rest of him before helping him out of the tub and to my bedroom, helping him to laydown after I dried him off. I get him under the blankets, propped up slightly on some pillows. 

“You need water.”

I get him a glass of water and grab some extra bottles along with a light snack and bring it to my room. Setting everything on the table, I help him sit up slightly to take some sips of water before he lays back, groaning into the pillows. I go to stand up but he places his hand on my thigh, silently asking for me to remain seated at his side. 

“She died. And it was my fault.”

“Who?”

“Bird.”

Then he tells me everything. How he used to be a singer and played in a small folk band with his brother and his brother's wife and their daughter Bird. There had been an argument between his brother and his wife one night after a show, his brother getting in a physical fight with Jim Buckridge himself. Bird was allowed to attend that show, so she and Lu sat in the backseat, the silence between the two adults in the front seat thick with tension and accusations of infidelity. His brother tried to put on music but she yanked the tape from the deck.  

Suddenly, there were honks and bright lights coming from behind them and his brother sped up. Lu tried to get him to stop but he wouldn’t. Before Lu could get Bird’s seatbelt on, the car flipped and he blacked out. When he woke, he realized he’d been thrown from the car, which was now laying on it’s roof. He found his brother and his wife in the car, upside down and already gone. That’s when he saw Bird, thrown several feet away from the car. He had stumbled towards her, promising her to get help. Help eventually came, Bird having to be hooked up to several monitors. Many doctors repeating the same thing, about how she was physically here but she would never wake and how he needed to decide whether to pull the plug or not. Eventually, he did, but instead of feeling like he let her move on to the next life, regret came pouring into him.

“It’s my fault. My fault she’s…she’s…”

He sobs, turning his head into the pillow as years of regret and anger towards himself flow out. Without thinking, I slide under the covers near him, pulling his face to my chest while cradling his head and lightly rubbing his back with my free hand. I let him cry, wailing into the night for the guilt he thinks he deserves for several minutes before I start to hum, some mindless tune. Eventually his shoulders stop shaking and his breathing levels out and I pull him just a little closer. 

“It’s not your fault, Lu.”

“I pulled the plug. If I didn’t, maybe she’d…”

“No, Lu. She was only there because of the assholes in the other car.”

“If I could only have gotten help sooner-”

“Look at me.”

He turns his head, looking up at me with eyes red and puffy with tears. 

“You did absolutely everything you could do. You took care of her as best as you could. Better than anyone else, I would say. Pulling the plug…that was a selfless act and you allowed her to move on. Death is hardest on those who remain behind. But you can’t live your life with the what-if’s. And I’m sure if Bird were here now, she’d tell you that exact same thing. The only one who has to believe it, is you.”

Silent tears well at the corners of his shining blue eyes, and he nods, slowly.

“When they came after me today, part of me thought I should just lay down in the boat. Let them take me. But….but then I saw her. I saw Bird. She basically told me it was time to move and I realized I didn’t want to die. So I swam. And swam and swam, all the while hearing her. And when I got to shore, all I could think about was getting to you. I think she’d have liked you.”

A sigh of relief leaves his mouth, his entire body relaxing from it and I realize he’s falling asleep. I let him hold onto me for a while before I quietly leave the room, cleaning up the porch and making sure I have food lined up for breakfast.

—----

I know he’ll be sore this morning. How could you not be after swimming that far and then walking even farther? I make a light breakfast for him, not wanting to overload him with food, and arrange it on a tray with some juice, water, and painkillers, heading to my room. He blinks awake when I enter, a small smile appearing when he takes me in.

“You brought me breakfast?”

“It’s nothing big. But if you want more, just say so and I’ll whip something else up.”

Setting the tray on the side table, I help prop him up, setting the tray on his lap once he’s comfortable.

“You gonna sit here too?”

“I don’t want to impose.”

He gives me a look. “Sit.”

I perch myself on the side of the bed, picking the skin on my fingers. 

“Jane?”

“I finished it.”

He sets his fork down and looks at me. “You finished?”

I nod. “Yup. Last night. I couldn’t sleep and got inspired to write. And…I finished. I mean, I’ll have to get it edited and such but-”

“Can I read it?”

I know my face is hot again. “Oh you- you don’t have to-”

“I want to. If it’s ok with you?”

His bright blue eyes find mine and they’re genuine. They also seem…lighter? Than normal. Like he’s not weighed down with as much grief as he was last night.

“I- yes. Of course.”

I bring my laptop over and sit next to him on the bed, pulling up my finished work. As I pass him the laptop, I feel open, on display, like he’s inspecting every corner of me. 

“Don’t worry about accidentally deleting anything. I have it backed up in several places.”

“Smart idea.”

I can’t sit here while he reads it. Not just because it’s long but I’m nervous. I always get this way when people read my work, published or not. I just want to hide sometimes. 

Lu takes the rest of the day to read and to relax and heal. I bring him meals and helped him walk to the bathroom once before he waved at me and said he’d be ok. That night, I fell asleep next to him as he was still reading, and I have to admit that I love the feeling of him in my bed.

Even if I do want to throw up at the idea of him reading anything I’ve written.

—----

Soft lips brush against mine as my eyes blink awake. Lu pulls back and studies my face, pushing hair out of my sleepy eyes.

“I finished it.”

I’m awake now.

“You..you did?”

“It was amazing, Jane. I’m not just saying that, I mean it.”

He goes on to give me a surprisingly in depth analysis of it, offering feedback and what his favorite parts were. He also left comments if he saw any typos, which I profusely thanked him for.

“So I guess this means you’ll be heading back to the States?”

“What?”

“To get it edited and printed or..or whatever happens.”

I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead. I wasn’t even confident I’d start writing, let alone finish.

“I’ll send the manuscript to my agent and they’ll pass it on to the editors and all of that.”

“And then what?”

Then what, indeed.

“And then I have to head back to the States.”

He offers me a sad smile. “I’ll be sad to see you go-”

“Come with me.”

He sits up more, his eyes flicking between mine, searching for any sign of a joke. “What?”

“I’m serious. Come with me.”

“Jane, I-”

“You’ve been telling me how you’ve wanted to get out of Australia. That…that you don’t have any ties here any more. Come with me. And if you decide you hate it, then…then you can come back and I’ll buy this house from my friend’s husband and-”

“Wait, wait. You’d really want me to come with you?”

Time for a confession.

“I can’t imagine my future without you in it, Lu.”

That following week, we close up the house and pack our things, ready to close the chapter on our past and move on to the next one together.

—----

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[cloudninetonine]

was doing a checkover your blog since I'm back to being minimally stable after my migraine hit me like a truck and sent me flying right back to my bed to sleep like a fucking hibernating snake, but oh dear! it's already been three whole days since i last posted any ask in here? i thought it was a day and a half at most.

anyways, first of all, i hope you've been well, since I've noticed you kinda of disappeared these last few days, and if you are resting, please don't let me interrupt you akbdkdjd. sometimes all we need is a little time away from everything. either way, i hope you're doing well, lovely.

and as for why I'm here, I'm facing (what i call) a serious predicament. been writing the first work for my blog and all, yet things have been slow because of this god forsaken migraine attacking me everyday, and I'm now finished with five of the boys, and my fingers are itching to just split all of it in half and post whatever i have ready right now, and do the rest later, possibly on the weekend. HOWEVER, with how inconsistent I've been working with it, i had to reread it to make sure it was at last acceptable, only to find that warrior's part, the one i wrote just before i went to sleep, was an utter mess, some words so wrong i couldn't even begin to decipher what I meant at the time and some phrases so nonsensical i just had to rewrite as a whole. tbh his part was the only one who suffered, but man it made me laugh akjosjdkdn. the other one were somewhat clean, except that i might or might not have gone overboard with like... twi part... i'm not a simp, okay?

well, i thought it was a fun little bit of my past few days as a trying writer and i thought maybe someone else would find it funny or useful to remember to at least revise whatever they write when they're feeling unwell. and also a show of my appreciation for all you go through to post your own works, because ffs, i wouldn't last a month if i posted updates as regularly as you.

— a now plentifully rested fungi 🍄

I'M GLAD YOU GOT YOUR FULL REST FUNGI!!!!

Also thank you for asking! My mental health is taking another tumble because it';s a little bitch and I've been at work so I've been wiped out! But I'm trying to power through it!

AND I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO READ WHAT YOU POST PLEASE TAG ME ONCE YOU;RE FINISHED!! I've been there, waking up the next day to see the mess on the screen POUGFGI but it happens and I hope you were able to improve it to how you like!!!

[wonderlandleighleigh]

The hot water at Midge’s apartment is, to be quite honest, glorious, and after a very long flight from LA back to New York, Lenny is perfectly happy to stand under the spray and let the heat loosen up his sore muscles. 

The only thing that would make this better would be if Midge were to join him, but alas, she ran out to grab them some lunch. Not that he’s complaining. It’s awfully sweet of her to want to take care of him like this; to offer up a place for him to stay for a few days while he looks for an apartment of his own. Now that the appeal has gone through, he can finally fucking work in the this god-forsaken city again, and now that he’s fucking clean, he can get a two bedroom and fly Kitty to live with him. 

He hears the front door open and close, and he grins, knowing she’s back. He finishes washing up quickly before opening the shower curtain just as the bathroom door swings open.

But it’s not Midge standing there with a carryout bag of goodies. 

It’s not even Midge standing there naked and ready for her own shower.

Oh, no.

It’s her ex-husband.

Her very, very naked ex-husband.

Lenny blinks rapidly, but doesn’t move. He’s too confused to feel embarrassed (not that he’s at all embarrassed of his own body. He’s been told by quite a few women in his day that there is nothing to be ashamed of on that front, and maybe he’s a little too proud of that), so he just tilts his head. 

“It’s not that it’s not nicely shaped,” Lenny tells Joel. “Because you’ve got a great curve going. It’s just no my bag, you know?” 

Joel abruptly closes the bathroom door, leaving him naked in the hallway, which is when the front door opens and closes again.

“We’re in luck!” Midge calls happily. “The bakery had those cherry turnovers you...like...so...Joel. Why are you naked in my hallway?” 

Lenny chuckles to himself and grabs a towel to dry off before wrapping it loosely around his hips and combing his hair. 

“I-I-I-” 

“Joel.” 

“I thought-” 

“Joel, no, not again!” 

“You dropped hints!” 

“I did not!” 

“Oh, yes you did! You said you were sorry that Mei had left, and you said you knew I would bounce back soon!” 

“I was trying to be supportive, I didn’t mean with me!”

“Well, obviously, because Lenny Fucking Bruce is taking a shower in your bathroom right now!” 

“Because I told him he should! He was on a plane for almost six hours, he’s feeling achy.” 

Lenny sighs softly and hops back into his undershorts before pulling on a fresh undershirt and his pants. The steam from the shower helped to smooth out some of the wrinkles, which is a nice bonus.

“Why do you care if he’s feeling achy?!” 

“Because he’s my boyfriend, Joel!” 

“No, you never told me that! You said you went out a few times - that you slept together once! Not that you were full-on dating.” 

“Well, now you know. We’re dating.” 

“Fucking Christ, Midge!” 

Lenny wanders out of the bathroom then, grinning at Midge and ignoring Joel, who is, in fact, still mostly naked, though he’s hiking his underpants back up. 

“I heard there were cherry turnovers,” Lenny grins, kissing Midge tenderly. “That’s very nice, thank you.” 

Midge takes a breath. “Sure. You okay?” 

“Well,” Lenny says thoughtfully. “I don’t feel insecure about myself after seeing your husband’s shvantz if that’s what you mean.” 

“It was not,” Midge tells him.

“Oh,” Lenny blinks. “Well, I’m still fine. Sandwiches?” 

“We were having a discussion,” Joel snaps.

Lenny nods, turning back to him. “Let’s simplify, shall we? You took a bit of sympathy to mean that Midge wanted to get back together with you, or at least indulge in a little something, and you misread. You showed up here thinking you’d hop in the shower with her for said indulgence, and instead, you found me, the guy she actually happens to be dating in the shower. You’re mad because you’re embarrassed on a few levels. I get it, but we were about to have lunch, so...if you could go be embarrassed somewhere else, I haven’ seen Midge in nearly four weeks, and she was going to tell me funny Catskills stories while we eat, and then I was had hoped for a little indulgence myself. So if you don’t mind...” 

Joel finishes getting dressed aggressively before heading for the door.

When it slams, Midge jumps a little and sighs. “I swear, I didn’t mean to lead him on. I really thought I was just being supportive.” 

Lenny takes her hand. “This is not your fault.” He grins at her softly. “It was actually pretty fucking funny, all things considered. The look on his face when he opened that bathroom door and saw me standing there naked...” 

“Ugh,” Midge groans. “Joel got to see you naked before me! That’s no fair, I haven’t seen you naked in almost a month.” 

He smirks, pulling her into kiss. “Well, the sandwiches and turnovers can always wait til later.” 

[gamerbearmira]

I ha e to do activities but I just woke up and I have time to make a lil Cryptic Duo snippet

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The echoes and stones are lovely, aren't they?

'Date; March 6th, 1951. It's Mirabel's 6th birthday, but no one, not even her parents remembered. Oh, what a shame, guess she's with me now.' Dolores thought in her head.

"Dolly! Dolly! Look at that dress, isn't it pretty?" Mirabel pointed to a red dress with gold accents and bows, the waist having butterflies on them. "Yes Mira, it is pretty. Do you want it?" "*gasp*Do I?!? Yes! Can we get it?" Dolores chuckled softly to Mirabel's excitement.

"Yes, we can." but then a snarky and irritating voice came around "Uh uh, that dress looks way too good to be worn by a worthless kid like you." the voice came from one of Isabela's plastic "friends". Dolores quickly whipped her head to face her with her iconic stare and tilted her head a bit too far to look like it was broken.

"What did you say? How are you able to say that when you are below Mirabel? In fact, you're below all of the Madrigals, you said she's worthless? You yourself are worthless as well, you don't have a gift, you are failing in academics, your beauty is an average, and you don't have any artistic hobbies. The only great feat you have is that you're friends with Isabela. And you think the dress wouldn't suit her? Then go back to your house and realise that you have more flaws. " Dolores sneered. Mirabel was tearing up a bit, "Dolly, can we just get the dress and go home? The sun is already setting."

"Oh sure darling, anything you want." After they bought the dress and the girl went running, they walked home, well, Dolores did. Mirabel got really sleepy.

Dolores put her in her own bed, it's her birthday, she shouldn't sleep in a nursery bed. Now, she need to get rid of the pest.

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It was midnight, the girl woke up in a cave, the only source of light was a candle in front of her.

"Wh-What? Where am I?!?!" the girl screamed. "You're in your nightmare, sweetheart." Dolores then came behind her, she was tied up to a chair very tightly, if she moved too much her skin would get raw.

"Why am I here you phsyco?!" she yelled, "Oh, this is your punishment for making Mirabel sad on her God forsaken birthday. Everything was good until you showed up. Now, you have to pay." Dolores then disappeared into the dark.

The girl was terrified, what was she going to do? Torture her? Take her limbs? Drain her blood? Cut her hair and beat her?? WHAT???

But then, voices came. It was voices of dissapointment. Dolores knew the girl's worst fear, being drowned in a circle of dissapointment. So, she went around and recorded people's voices, it didn't matter who they were, it would be the same effect.

As Dolores finished up setting the recorders, she then left the girl to endlessly cry.

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WHOO okay, that's long mk I needa get outta bed. Also Splatoon is slowly taking half of my body into the Splatoon fandom hole even though I don't have a Nintendo.

Dolores did not let that slide huh 💀💀 but I’m glad she stood up for Mirabel, that is so cash money <33 Fr found out that girls worst fears and stuck her in a cave with it. Gah dayum 😭😭

[truly-deceitful]

okay so i was on twitter and this video showed up on my tl: https://twitter.com/lunartokki/status/1551882046376656901?t=jNxUZI29PojS2PYnp_26ig&s=19

Rubius: "I promise you for the sake of my Vegettita that ill never steal again"

And i had a thought, that only sleep deprived people have.

Tw: mentions of threats, blood and death (?, Angst lmao

Eventually Quackity gets tired of all the silly little "jokes" the rest of the residents play on him. He has to expect every day to come on in and find his house trashed, spikes placed outside, free fall traps outside and the god forsaken landmines placed everywhere.

Hes tired, but the one thing that makes him snap is when he realizes who tended the traps that day.

:readmore:

Rubius had sworn over and over again, he had sworn over his family, over his pets, over his friends, over his own existance! And every single time he would come back and place another landmine. It became clearer every day, the man couldnt keep a promise even if he wanted to.

Petty getbacks had gotten old by now, karma is a cycle that never breaks and the stakes get higher and higher.

Quackity needed this to stop and to put an end to it all he had to go all in, hes tired of being seen as the naive newcomer, but what could he possibly do to make Rubius listen? What could he do to finally put him in his place?

Whats his weak point?

...

Oh, he knows damn well who it is.

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Rubius finds a nicely wrapped chest outside his house, inside? a couple of iron and golden goodies, but the thing that got his attention was the purple, neatly wrapped envelope. If there was anyone in this town that could make things look so perfect is Vegetta, his Vegettita.

"Meet me at my house, ive been missing you and i have a present waiting for you"

This man knows how to get his attention.

With no hesitation he barely grabbed the necessary stuff and ran towards his friends house, exitedly awaiting whatever surprise he had tended for him.

He knocked the door sevral times but no one answered, he came in after a few minutes, he was expected to show up so hes really not breaking any laws.

A rustle coming in from the kitchen startled him and as soon as he approached the scene left him in shock.

Vegetta tied to a chair and a meanacing Quackity lingering behind him, an enchanted diamond sword lying in the tble beside them. The expression of his friend, terrified. Quackity’s face in the other hand, blank yet a horrifying smirk lingering, he almost looked happy.

"Quackity what are you doing?! This breaks every single law abided by the gods!"

Rubius tried to get closer and free his friend but as soon as a single foot touched the kitchen floor Quackity had already grabbed the sword. He had forgotten everything at his own, he wouldnt be able to fight him now.

"Since when is tht so important to you, huh? You never cared when you placed the mines in my house, or Staxx's house or anyones house really"

He stepped behind Vegetta once again, smiling when the man tensed when he couldnt see him anymore.

"You never cared when you got diamonds before anyone else, or when you made something from the forbidden pages of the carftmans book. Do you care now that Vegetta is in danger now?"

Before he finished the sentence he placed the sword at Vegetta’s neck and started applying evident pressure. Rubius tried once again to step in but the sword started drawing blood.

"I am sorry, i was just goofing around! You know how i am! Its though love!"

Quackity wasnt even looking at his eyes anymore and insted fixiated in the bit of blood runing from the mans neck.

"Qusckity please! Why are you taking it out on him? What do you want? Whatever comes to mind ill give it to you, just drop the sword!"

Their eyes locked but Quackity’s stare made Rubius take a step back, how could the goofy kid he met months ago be the same monster standing infront of him.

"I'm sorry blondie, but you swore youll never do something like that again."

He spared a glace between the two one last time before smiling and grabbing at Vegetta's hair to keep him in place.

"You swore for the sake of your Vegettita"

The sword slashed trough his neck, his limp body falling to the floor around seconds. Rubius falling right beside him, surely he would come back from this.

Rubius tried to scream but once again cowered under the mans stare.

"You swore Rubius, this are simply the consequences of your own actions."