#like i know he's most likely asleep but the brain has decided to have Early Morning Silly Hours <3

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

am i getting slightly worried because my boyfriend isn't active? yes. is that fear very irrational? yes. am i still trying to get the thoughts of things that might have happened to it out of my head? yes. is it working? not in the slightest.

[save-a-forest-ride-a-bear]

Heya!!

So I'm a little obsessed with the secret relationship trope... i was wondering if you could do an Astarion x reader secret relationship but maybe during a fight, reader dies and has to be revivified? And Astarion freaks out, like he goes semiferal and histerical?

Maybe it could be during the fight with his siblings at camp so now Cazador knows he has someone he holds dear (even if Astarion doesn't want to admit it yet) which is what they were trying to avoid?

Thank you so much!!!!

🗒 ꒰⸝⸝₊ All I Want ❛ ✧

Featuring: Astarion x Reader

Not proofread!

# Notes: I'm not too good with drabbles but I rly like this idea so I decided to try! also no use of "y/n" because I'll be honest I'm not a fan of it lmao

It was his idea to keep the relationship a secret.

He knew how that sounded — like he was ashamed of his partner, like he didn't want anyone to know for the sake of his reputation. That wasn't true, and he assured them of it. It was simply a precaution, something to protect them both. Now that they arrived at Baldur's Gate and are closer to Cazador than ever, he couldn't take any chances. Not when it came to them, at least.

He wasn't used to this — caring about someone other than himself. It was always about his survival, but now he had someone else to worry about. Someone whose life was worth a lot more than his own. Someone he couldn't afford to lose.

So, he kept it a secret. It wasn't exactly easy to go about their day pretending to be nothing more than companions, friends at most. Ever since they got together, he realized just how starved he was for any kind of attention, any kind of affection. Having to refrain from touching them too much or being his usual, flirty self hasn't been a simple feat. But he knew how important it was that they kept things under wraps.

His feet were killing him after a long day of adventuring, from Wyrm's Crossing all the way to the Lower City. At least they managed to avoid some confrontation for today, so he had one less thing to complain about. They got settled in an inn and he managed to sneak out for a few seconds with his partner to at least get a good night's kiss. He wanted more, but knew that would have to suffice.

The others had already fallen asleep, but he remained tossing and turning. Something felt off. He wasn't sure what, but his nerves were on end, like his fight or flight response had picked up on something he himself hadn't yet. Perhaps that was for the best, as it allowed him to notice the sound of footsteps early enough to stand up and grab a dagger. His hand shook slightly, wrapped around the handle of the weapon as two familiar faces walked in. He felt sick. He knew what they were here to do.

"Get the hells away from me!" It wasn't quite a yell, but definitely loud enough to wake the others. He instinctively took a few steps back, trying to maintain a distance far enough to deceive his brain into believing that he was somewhat safe. "Peace, brother. We're here to take you home." Aurelia uttered somewhat gently, but it almost made him puke. Brother. Home. Just the notion of it made him dizzy with disgust. The Szarr Palace wasn't his home, and these goons were not his family — he was tired of playing along with this fucked up game of pretend.

It didn't take long for a fight to break out, despite his attempts at deception. He should've known Cazador wouldn't let him off easy. Karlach was the first to react, letting out a guttural scream of rage as she charged at Violet. The axe cut through flesh before the spawn could realize what was happening, getting stuck where it met bone. She screamed, but was soon silenced by another blow. While it was supposed to be lethal, she simply vanished into a cloud of black smoke instead of dropping dead on the ground.

Leon was next, aiming for the person who was closest to where he stood which, to Astarion's despair, happened to be his darling. The spawn's claws slashed their skin open, blood splattering on the floor as they yelped in pain. Astarion didn't think — he simply acted, pouncing on Leon only to drive his dagger through his heart one, two, three times, until he too vanished into thin air. He snapped his head back in their direction just in time to see Yousen sneaking up, grabbing them from behind and sinking his teeth into their neck. The scream, the way their eyes squeezed shut in agony and their hands clawed against the spawn holding them still was enough to make Astarion see red.

He hardly remembered moving. But he did remember the screams. Not from his darling, but from his brother, as he drove the dagger into the side of his neck and twisted it. He looked back at his lover again, but the dark cloud from Yousen obscured his vision. He didn't hear screaming anymore. Only his ears ringing slightly and the sound of laboured breathing from his companions.

When he could finally see again, he almost wished he couldn't. That'd be better than the sight of his beloved's body sprawled out on the floor atop a pool of blood, their empty, cold eyes gazing into his soul. He rushed to their side despite his shaking legs, stumbling on his way there until he fell to his knees beside them. He raised their head by the back of their neck, resting it on top of his thigh. He hardly realized he was hyperventilating, hands shaking violently as he cradled one of their cheeks in his palm. "No, no... You can't die. Wake up, damn it!" He choked out, his voice rising from a whisper full of disbelief to a screech of the utmost despair.

Karlach too rushed to their side, fumbling with her bag with quivering hands. "H-Hold on, soldier, I think..." She stuttered out nervously before cutting herself off as she pulled a scroll of revivify from the bag. She knelt next to the two and placed the parchment atop the corpse's chest. It glowed a bright white light, seemingly seeping into their skin. There was a deafening silence for a few seconds when suddenly, they woke up with a loud gasp, eyes widening as life was brought back into their being.

The pale elf didn't waste a second before pulling them into a hug, not minding the blood staining his clothes. He hid his face in the crook of their neck, only a small sob and whisper being heard from him. "Oh, thank the gods... Please, please never do that again..." He choked out before pulling away from the embrace, cupping their cheek and pressing his lips against theirs. He never felt that before. That immense sense of hopelessness, agony and grief. Not to this level, not of this kind — and he'd make sure he never felt it again.

However, as he pulled away from the kiss, he saw something in the distance. Aurelia, bleeding out on the ground, watching them seconds before she too vanished into the darkness. If he still had a heart, it would have skipped a beat out of sheer terror alone. Cazador knew. He knew about his spawn's newfound love. And Astarion would have to be a fool not to expect his master to take advantage of that fact.

[onepiecestarry]

Katsuki Bakugo Fluff Oneshot

I've had this bouncing around in my brain for a few days and just needed to get it down :) This is lowk based off of my life so I apologize since its a niche situation. But enjoy some Bk fluff and lmk if you want another part to this!

Katsuki x Reader

2.3k words

Most days you wake up, go to class, study, and train late into the night. You are a busy person, with many priorities, but this didn’t stop you from making many friends. You got particularly close to Mina and Sero, and along with that the rest of the bakusquad- besides Bakugo himself of course. You had tried many times to befriend him but to no avail. You decided to give up since you were already a part of his friend group. 

You tried your best to make time for your friends but most weeks you wouldn’t join the nightly hangouts. On any days off you went home to help your mom, only Mina truly knew why you were never in the dorms. 

-

“Alright class, today we are-” Aizawa started his long speech about your new upcoming project. You start to zone out, but quickly focus again to get the project details, jotting down any important notes you might need. 

“I am going to randomly assign partners for this, please do not ask to change because there will be no exceptions this time.” Mr. Aizawa says in his regular monotone voice. 

He starts to list off the groups and eventually says your name. “Y/n and Bakugo” 

“Not that fucking nerd!!” Bakugo yells slamming his fist onto his desk.

“Shut it Bakugo,” Mr. Aizawa says activating his quirk on the rowdy student. 

The rest of the day went by normally, you finished classes and began packing your stuff to study and train. 

Around 1 am you get a text.

Bakugo

“Where are you dipshit”

Y/n

“Training, why?”

Bakugo

“Tf you training so late for, gts”

Y/n

“Dude leave me alone, what do you want”

Bakugo

“Friday at 11 am common room”

Y/n

“The project?” 

He likes the message and the conversation ends. You look at the time and realize you should be going to bed soon, you do a few more reps before heading back to the dorm. 

It's a cool night, as you walk a chill runs up your spine from the cold. You shake it off and continue to your dorms. As quietly as you can, you open the door and make your way to your room. You fall asleep to the crickets and cicadas chirping outside your window. 

The week goes by quickly as the weekend approaches. You completely forgot about having Friday off, but Mina reminded you on Thursday to text your mom to remind her. 

What everyone in the class doesn’t know is that your mom moved with you when you came abroad to study at UA. She and your little sister rent a small house not too far from campus. Your step-father refused to move with them, so on any days you have off you go home to watch your 2-year-old sister while your mom works. The only person who knows about this arrangement is your best friend Mina. She covers for you whenever you are there. 

- 

You wake up to the loud beeping of your alarm, as you look at it to shut it off it displays “4:30 am”. You groan and move to get up. Your mom starts work at 6 on the days you have off so you have to get to the house early so your sister isn’t home alone. 

You grab your prepacked bag and school backpack and start your walk home. The sunrise is barely a sliver when you get there. 

As you take care of your sister throughout the day, coloring, watching movies, and playing dress-up, it doesn’t matter what you do as long as she’s happy. Once you put her down for her nap, you throw yourself onto the couch half asleep. Then your phone starts going off over and over. You grumble something about a group chat and open your phone to see it’s Bakugo. 

Bakugo

“Where are you dipshit”

“If you aren’t here in the next 3 minutes I’m blowing your ass up in your dorm”

“Why aren’t you in your dorm”

“ANSWER ME”

Bakugo has requested your location. 

“Oh boy” You mumble to yourself

Y/n

“Chill dude, I’m sorry I forgot we were supposed to work on the project today, can we do it Monday?”

Bakugo

“NO, dumbass it's fucking due Monday”

“Where are you, answer the fucking phone now”

Y/n

“I can’t answer the phone rn”

Bakugo

“Well then SEND ME UR FUCKING LOCATION”

Y/n

“Will u chill tf out if I do?”

Bakugo likes the message.

Y/n started sharing their location with Bakugo

You huff and turn your phone off falling asleep on the couch. Not long after you wake up to three aggressive knocks on your front door. Knowing Bakugo you jump up to stop him from knocking more and waking your sister. 

“Chill tf out, I’m right here,” You say as you open the door. Bakugo pushes past you walking into your house and turning to look at you. 

“You are so fucking useless, we were supposed to have this project done today! I fucking should’ve done it myself” He says with his fingers on the bridge of his nose. 

“Look, I’m sorry but Aizawa would know if you pulled that shit AGAIN” 

“YOU FUCKING RATTED-”

You slam your palm on his mouth as he begins to yell. Shock is written across his face when he suddenly pushes you off him. 

“What the fuck” He spits at you.

“You have to be fucking quiet dipshit” You whisper.

“Why wou-” He gets interrupted by your sister crying and running to you. 

You pick her up gently and start to soothe her from her startling wake call as you glare daggers at Bakugo. He stands there in complete shock, this time not hiding it at all. You nod your head in the direction of your dining table and say, “Go set up there, we can work on it now.”

He doesn’t say a word while he gets his stuff out and sets up. You put your sister down to start making some lunch for her. 

“Did you eat?” You ask not looking at him.

“What?” He asks snapping back to reality.

“Did you eat lunch?”

“Oh um no”

“Ok,” You say, silently making another serving more. 

As you continue to cook and Bakugo silently sits there trying to think of what to say, he blurts out. 

“So, who’s the father?”

You turn around from the stove and stare at him blankly for a second processing what he asked, then you see how serious his face is. You burst out laughing- “BAHAHAHA, WAIT,” you say wiping a tear forming in your eye from laughter. Bakugo glares at you to stop laughing. After you take a second to compose yourself you answer, “Bakugo, meet my sister, y/s/n.” You say as y/s/n goes up to Bakugo and hugs him. He has a horrified look on his face realizing what he just asked you. 

He tries to jump away and get her off unsuccessfully. He accepts his fate and allows her to hug his leg. 

The next few hours went by awkwardly, you served lunch and while your sister was busy eating you spent your time working on the project, allowing Bakugo to have a break and eat too. But as soon as your sister was done you were up and taking care of her again. 

Hours go by and you realize you have to figure out dinner. 

“Fuck” You whisper so your sister can’t hear. “What do you want for dinner Bakugo?” You ask from your sister’s makeshift playroom in the living room. 

“I don’t know, don’t care.”

You look at him exasperated as you sigh and ask your sister.

“PIZZA!!!” Your sister says excitedly. You pick her up and gently whisper how you can’t afford to order pizza right now, and how you can make her something at home. She begins to sulk and goes back to her toys. You get up walk to the table and look at Bakugo to ask again. 

“Wha-” You begin.

“I already ordered it.” He says not looking up from his notes.

“What?” You ask baffled.

“The pizza, I already ordered it.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that, seriously.” 

“It's fine. She said she wanted pizza.”

“Okay, how much was it so I can pay you back.” You ask getting your wallet out.

“No.” He says not sparing you a look.

“What?” You ask again. 

“I said no. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Oh, okay, well thank you.”

Once the pizza arrives you all sit down to eat, but once again you don’t eat so you can work on the project. As you sit at your laptop across from Bakugo eating his pizza, your laptop suddenly shuts. 

“Wha- What the fuck man?!” You half-yell at Bakugo. 

“You haven’t eaten all day, so eat the pizza and then I’ll watch your sister so you can work.” 

“But-”

“No. I said what I said.” He stares at you, silently telling you that you won’t win any argument with him. 

He kept true to his word, he took care of your sister while you worked efficiently on your project. Around 11:30 you come back to reality and close your laptop, realizing that you should have put your sister to bed long ago. You walk into the living room to see Bakugo and y/s/n on the couch watching her favorite movie, Totoro. Y/s/n being asleep on Bakugo you decide to sit on the other side of him and continue the movie. 

“Everything is done, we just need to make the slides and practice.” You whisper. 

“Alright cool, that should be easy.” He says continuing to watch the movie. 

You look over and admire how calm he is. His arm wrapped around your sister, her head in his lap fast asleep. You had to admit, he was great with kids. While you were working he was playing dress up with her, you managed to snap a few photos of him with a tiara on before he noticed. He was so sweet and gentle with her all day, the opposite of his regular personality. He didn't call her a brat even once, not even one time?!?

He notices you staring and looks over, “What?” He says annoyed. 

“Nothing,” You say silent for a few seconds, “Just- thank you for today.” 

He lets out a scoff, showing you he was listening.

“Is this where you disappear every night?” He asks.

“What? Oh. no, I actually do train every night since I’m here on the weekends. I usually get up at 4:30 and either stay here or go back at 2 am.” You answer. 

“You do this only on two and a half hours of sleep?” He asks with confusion and shock hinting in his voice. 

“Yeah, I don’t have much of a choice. No one else can watch her.” 

The conversation fades as you both focus back on the movie. Eventually leading to you falling asleep on him as well. 

Bakugo sits there on your couch, with your sister asleep in his lap and you asleep on his shoulder. He quietly watches the movie until your mom returns from work. She opens the door and hears the T.V. on, so she goes to the living room to check and she sees all of you there. Bakugo’s head swings at the noise and sees her. 

“Oh my, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. I didn’t know y/n had her boyfriend over!” She says quietly moving to sit on the adjacent couch. 

“Oh- um, I’m not-” He starts.

“Here let me move her to bed, they both sleep like rocks don’t worry.” She says with a wink, picking up your sister and taking her to her bed. She returns to see Bakugo hasn’t moved with you still asleep on him. 

“How long have you been here? I’m so sorry for any trouble they’ve caused.” Your mom laughs.

“I got here around noon. Me and y/n were supposed to work on a school project but she forgot so I came over to work on it.” He starts

“Oh! I’m so sorry about that dear.” 

“It's okay.”

“So how long have you two been together?” She asks excitedly. 

“We aren’t dating,” Bakugo says quietly still trying to not wake you up. 

“Really? Huh, I swear I’ve heard y/n talk about you before.” A light shade of pink finds its way to Bakugo’s cheeks.

“Well, thank you for helping take care of my girls, I really appreciate it. You should stay here tonight, it's too late for you to go back to school. Y/n’s room is there and there are blankets in the closet.” Your mom says getting up to go to bed. “And thank you again Katsuki Bakugo.” She finally says before disappearing into her room. 

Bakugo tightens up at the sound of his full name, knowing well that means y/n has talked about him enough for her mom to know who he is. 

He decides to stay on the couch, not wanting to disturb your peace. He pulls a blanket on the both of you and shuts his eyes. He thinks about all the times he couldn’t spot you at parties or hangouts. Or how you would vanish off the face of the earth on weekends. It all made sense now, you were working yourself to the bone to take care of your family. 

Bakugo always had a soft spot for you, which is why everyone would always make you ask him to hang out with them, even if you weren’t going to be there. He never knew why he was murder-y with you but it scared him so he pushed you away even more. Hence you trying to be friends with him but ‘failing’. 

But now he’s here, lying on your couch with you on top of him asleep, coming to the realization that maybe his soft spot for you isn’t all that bad. 

[starhvney]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖: 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

𝐂𝐖: lots of cussing(reader is done with the bs), a bit of violence, nothing else though? kind of a fluffy and slice of life chapter after that!

𝐀/𝐍: new chapter! i hope you guys enjoy :) it felt a bit rushed but it's out nonetheless

𝐖𝐂: 6,800 +

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

“a sleepover?”

“yeah! i’ve never had one, but don’t you think inviting a few of our girl friends over would be really fun?” aphmau chirps.

how does she manage to be this energetic so early every morning? especially when you both were up so late last night.

“plus… i was talking to my mom about everything that happened and she thought it would be a good idea. you know, to get close with supportive friends and take our minds off… everything.” she continues, lacing her fingers together behind her back as we walked.

you nod slowly, eyes drifting down to the pavement. it was so easy to get caught up in all of the drama you’ve been subjected to that it makes you forget the actual friends you’ve made—which was a much higher number than you had been expecting when you got to this school. a little reminder wouldn’t hurt, that’s for sure.

“that’s… a really good idea, aph.”

“i know! i wasn’t super sure who all to invite though, so i figured i’d ask you, and then maybe katelyn?” she asks, a bit unsure. “i’ve never had a slumber party though, so i was stressing over both the gene situation and trying to think of activities to do last night.”

to be honest, with your morning brain, you didn’t hear most of that. “kate’s cool. she’ll know what to do.”

“i thought so too!”

“hey guys!”

you both turn to see laurance jogging up to you two, lips curled up in a fond smile as he waves you down. 

“oh!” both you and aphmau stumble as he wraps an arm around each of your shoulders, dragging you with him as he slows to a walk.

“well good morning to you, too,” you snort. “you didn’t say you were walking this morning. we would’ve waited.”

“yeah, i didn’t know until the last minute either. cadenza has been fighting off some bad senioritis this year, so she decided right as we were supposed to leave that she was gonna skip today.” he sighs.

“if i was allowed to skip i would too. i don’t blame her,” you muse.

“same.” aphmau blows away a strand of hair from her eyes and sags her shoulders.

“woah, you two. you’re a sophomore and you’re only a freshman, aphmau. you guys can’t talk like that when you’re not even halfway done.” laurance squeezes both of your shoulders before letting go, walking between you two.

“oh come on, like you’ve never wanted to fake sick for school,” aphmau jabs.

laurance shrugs, light chuckles falling from his lips. “…i guess i have on occasion.”

he glances over at you, his expression slightly falling. he tilts his head, poking your cheek.

“hey, you look really tired.”

“gee, thanks.” you deadpan, causing him to chortle out a sudden laugh.

“no! i don’t mean you don’t look good, you just look really sleepy. your eyes are all…” he tilts his head, squinting his own eyes and giving you a sad puppy look. “…like you’re gonna fall asleep standing up.”

your eyes roll as you shake your head, gently pushing his face away with a scoff. “surely i don’t look that pathetic. but i did have trouble sleeping last night.”

“same.” aphmau sighs again.

the three of you are at the school’s steps by now, making your way up to the school doors just as the first bell can be heard from inside.

“crap, i can’t be late again!” aphmau turns to you and laurance, giving a small wave as she already starts to take off. “bye guys! see you at lunch!”

and she’s running through the doors, her purple hair ribbon bouncing as she rounds the corner.

“she does know there’s five minutes until the tardy bell, right?” laurance muses, eyebrows raised as you both watch her disappear through the halls.

“she’s being proactive, laurance,” you say, bringing your hand to your chest with a sentimental expression. “not too long ago was baby’s first detention, and now look at her go. they really do grow up so fast.”

laurance brings his hand to his face as he cackles. “this again! that’s so,” he takes in a breath, “dumb!”

“i'm impressed at how fast those little legs can run. soon it’ll be baby’s first track meet. aren’t you so proud?”

“shut up, i’m begging!” he rests his hand on your shoulder as he silences his giggling, before suddenly straightening up and staring at you with a solemn face. “not funny.”

“rude! last time i try to keep an inside joke with you!” you huff, crossing your arms and sending him a scornful look back. 

“no no! i was kidding!”

“my biggest hater, for real.” you shake your head in disappointment.

laurance draws out your name with a pout, leaning into your side dramatically.

“ok fine i forgive you!” you bump him back into standing straight. “you sure you should be captain of the soccer team? i’m thinking drama club is calling your name.”

“what are you trying to say, huh?” he narrows his eyes.

“you’re a,” you cup your hands around your mouth. “drama. queen.”

laurance sticks his tongue out at you. “if you can’t handle it when i sass you back, just say that.”

you hold up a hand, rolling your eyes as you rush ahead of him to get into homeroom first. 

“hey, wait,” laurance says, suddenly sounding serious as he pulls you back by your arm.

you turn to look at him, nervously side stepping out of the way as some girls give you a once over before going inside. laurance still hasn’t let go of your arm.

“what is it?”

“just… you’re good, right?” he looks a bit worried, briefly glancing around at the other students as his hand subconsciously tightens. “i know i’ve kinda been annoying you about this whole situation with… you know. but-”

“it’s fine. i’m not going to talk to any of them anymore.” you stop his rambling, patting his hand.

seeming to realize how urgent he was sounding, laurance straightens his back and clears his throat, letting go of your arm. his expression shifts to relief and a slight twinge of sheepishness.

“…you’re not?”

“no. i…” you sigh. “almost got in a bad situation because of them, so. i’m cutting them off, even if they spread rumors.”

“can’t you just tell me what they’re using against you?”

the halls still lingered with other students, many of which could likely be in earshot of your conversation. based on laurance’s popularity and the girl and boy who conveniently just stopped to lean on the wall next to him, you were sure your discussion was not private here.

“i will. but, it’s too complicated to explain here. just know you don’t have to worry about it anymore. okay?”

he nods, sighing before giving you a brief smile. “…okay.”

“and you aren’t annoying me. i really appreciate you looking out for me, laurance.”

“yeah, of course. you’d do the same for me, right?”

“of course.”

☆

is it criminal to use the bathroom in this school or are you haunted by some sort of ghost that sends bad side quests your way anytime you needed to take a piss?

you genuinely needed to use the restroom, but the universe apparently forbids you from doing so as you stare down gene him-fucking-self standing in your way.

you suppose you have to go through with what you agreed with aphmau and told laurance, anyways. avoiding him would only prolong this confrontation. it was still intimidating though, especially with how he towered over you, leaning in and pressuring you to agree on his every whim without even needing to say a word.

“are you ever in class or do you like staring at the school’s hallway floors that much?”

“kitty! i’ve been looking for you all day.” he completely ignores your jab. “we’re going to skip again.”

the face you make is involuntary, lips curling into a grimace and eyebrows turning up. “didn’t you promise you wouldn’t ask me to do that again?”

“i changed my mind.”

“like hell you did. i’m not skipping.” you quip back, crossing your arms.

“what was that?” gene cups a hand around his ear, leaning in. “you want a certain picture to—”

“hey, gene!” a familiar voice interrupts your lovely conversation.

you look over to see zane, his face looking really hopeful considering his usual lack of excitement. he looks so young right now, with his round freckled cheeks and icey eyes widening as he notices you. in just the month it’s been since you had met him, you swear he���s gotten just a bit taller.

no. he doesn’t look up to gene, does he?

gene’s face shifts to something genuinely scary. you could tell it was anger, or maybe just annoyance, but his face didn’t contort or wrinkle. instead his jaw sets, dark blue eyes eerily flicking over to the boy.

“not you again.” he takes a long stride closer to the boy, before putting full force into shoving him over onto the floor. “i told you to stay away from us.”

“what the fuck?!” you interject, hand clasping onto his blazer and trying to pull him back from zane. he doesn’t move much from your efforts, though he does look back at you and grabs onto your wrist.

a small groan of pain can be heard from the ro’meave. it looked and sounded like he fell hard.

“c’mon. we’re going.” he says, attempting to walk away with you in tow.

“no the fuck we aren’t.” you snap, ripping your hand from him and stepping back.

you watch as gene’s eyebrows fall, his tongue running across the inside of his lip.

“excuse me?” his voice is even and low, and it makes your stomach turn.

“i couldn’t give less of a damn what you do with the picture or what you tell people. i’m done with your shit.”

your hands are shaking. pins and needles.

his chin lifts, jaw shifting before setting back in place as he looks down at you. “…fine.”

“…what?”

“you and your little freshman win. fighting with you would be a bore. so if you’re done, you're done.”

you stare at him, eyebrows pinched together and mouth cracked open. “just like that?”

“yep.” he raises his hands before swinging them by his sides, backing his way down the hall. “enjoy class. i’ll see you later.”

he disappears off down the hall, but the tense air he created doesn’t leave. you have a hard time believing that, but it’s not your biggest concern as you turn and rush over to zane. he was now sitting up, still grimacing in pain.

“zane! are you okay?” you ask, holding a hand out for him to take.

he whips his head up to you with a glare, slapping your hand away as he stands up on his own, taking a few steps away from you.

“you made me look like a fucking loser in front of gene!” he says, voice cracked and face twisted in an ugly snarl.

you stare at him in complete bewilderment. “you were hurt.”

“obviously, i was! but i don’t need your help!” he snaps.

oh, this little… a tense angry chuckle leaves your lips.

“i just stood up for you, you little brat.” you grit.

he starts stepping backwards as you slowly start to advance on him, his upset and twisted expression turning into worry.

“yeah. i know your brothers, your dad, and your mom, you little shit. get over here.” you quicken your steps, fists clenched.

he turns around, sprinting down the hall with a yelp. you sprint after, still shaking from adrenaline. zane is still faster, and he doesn’t look back as he sprints off down a corner far away from you.

“i know where you live!” you shout after him, slowing down and stopping, catching your breath.

around the corner turns aphmau, who looks between you and most likely zane still running away with widened eyes and pure confusion on her face. “um…”

you place your hands on your hips. “restroom?”

“y-yeah?”

you spin on your heels, clasping your hands together in thanks that finally one thing can be easy for you, with the girl’s restroom being right there. “debrief.”

“…wh- okay.” aphmau sighs, following after you into the swinging doors.

pausing by the sinks, you both stare at each other with blank looks.

“so…”

“gene’s not going to bother us anymore.”

“what?! how do you know?” she leans forward, thin eyebrows shooting up. 

“i essentially told him to fuck off.”

“what—”

“and he said he was done since i fought back. i don’t know how much i believe that, but. it’s what he said.”

aphmau’s mouth is open and attempting to form words, but only confused noises come out. “o…kay? so what about zane just now…?”

“he just pissed me off but he’s fine.”

she blinks. “if you weren’t my friend i think i’d be scared of you.”

you scratch your head. “me?”

“yes, you! you told gene hyun to eff off and then chased another boy down the hallway as he ran away in fear! and both of them are scary and tall.”

you snort. “you shouldn’t be afraid of zane, he’s a dork.”

“a mean one!”

you shake your head, and after a moment you quietly start laughing and bring a hand to your eyes.

“what?”

“it’s only october.”

aphmau goes quiet, her lips pressing together. with a sigh she leans forward, going limp against you like a sack of potatoes and groaning.

you grunt at the sudden weight but quickly steady yourself, taking the opportunity to hug her back. closing your eyes you calm your nerves from the moment, wrinkling your nose when you feel tears threateningly prick against your eyelids.

the squeak of the bathroom door opening and the comforting deep voice of your blue haired friend cuts into the moment.

“woah, what’s going on here?”

you peek open an eye, extending one of your arms out towards her. katelyn raises an eyebrow but doesn’t ask, the taller girl walking over and wrapping her arms around the both of you. 

a few seconds pass. “so, why are we hugging in the girl’s bathroom at ten in the a.m.?”

“because we want to,” aphmau says.

“well okay then,” she wheezes. “sorry for asking.”

all three of you break out into giggles, leaning against the other before finally pulling away. realization dawns on you as you stare up at katelyn, and you shoot a pointed look to aphmau.

“what?…ooooohhhhh katelyn!” she spins and grabs onto katelyn’s arms.

“oh goodness,” she snorts. “yes?”

“sleepover. you, me, her… and who else?”

“a sleepover? that’s exciting.” katelyn smiles, looking between you two. “you’re asking me who else to invite?”

you both nod, and she chuckles before humming off in thought for a second.

“well, there’s teony and nicole! they’d be fun to invite… and i guess lucinda too.” she sarcastically rolls her eyes before looking back to aphmau. “how does that sound?”

aphmau nods with a bright smile. “perfect! i wanna make all the invitations asap!”

“like, physical ones? we can just ask them or send them a text.” you raise an eyebrow.

aphmau’s face falls sheepishly, and she taps her fingers against each other. “yeah…”

immediate guilt hits you at her disappointment.

“physical invitations! a perfect idea!” 

“yeah! it’s gonna be so cute you should totally do that!” katelyn rushes to say after you.

aphmau’s eyes light up again, making you and katelyn huff in relief.

“you think so? ahh!” aphmau squeals, clapping her hands together. “i can make them by tomorrow so they’ll have enough time to plan if they can come or not on friday! this is my first sleepover so i wanted to make the invitations extra cute. also, what should we do when…”

☆

“i accidentally invited someone else instead of nicole.”

“…huh?” you and katelyn lean across the lunch table.

“what do you mean you invited someone else on accident?”

aphmau wiggles in her spot across from you two, face sheepish and shoulders raised defensively. “i put the invitation on the wrong desk… i thought it was nicole’s but it wasn’t.”

“ugh, aphmau! you had one job!” katelyn groans, rolling her head forward. you reach out to keep her hair from falling in the school’s mediocre meal. “why didn’t you just say it was a mistake and take it back!

“i’m sorry! but i couldn’t! the girl i gave the invitation to is super duper sweet and she was so excited that i noticed and gave her the invitation i couldn’t tell her no!”

“who was it?” you question.

“nana ashida. she offered to bake for us and everything.”

you recall the pink-haired meif’wa you’d come across a few times before, the girl always soft and cheerful anytime you greeted her. “aw, i’ve met her before! she’s super cute.”

katelyn blows a strand of hair from her face. “well, we can still invite nicole, right?”

the girl taps on her tray nervously. “yeah… my mom might scold me for inviting too many girls but i’d feel bad if we didn’t invite her.”

“ask for forgiveness and not permission, that’s my motto.” katelyn nods, crossing her arms and pressing her lips.

“…that’s an awful motto.”

“hey! i’m still a good girl! sometimes you gotta work around the stupidly strict rules adults have.” katelyn quips back, pointing her fork at aphmau. “and you’re the one who got detention on the first week, so you’re one to talk…”

“hey!”

“what’re you three squabbling about over here?” garroth sets his tray down next to you, laurance taking the spot across from him.

“these two planned a little sleepover this weekend with some of the girls. aren’t they the cutest?” katelyn says, pulling you into her with one arm and reaching over to pinch aphmau’s cheek with her other.

“aw, well that’s nice.” garroth smiles, giggling and poking your cheek when you attempt to wiggle out of kate’s arm to no avail. damn she was strong. “any occasion, or just cause?”

you shrug, groaning when katelyn’s arm shifts into a faux headlock. “just—ugh!—just cause.”

garroth smiles that perfect grin, not seeming even slightly fazed by katelyn’s behavior. “well i hope you have fun. i’ve been meaning to plan a hangout at my house but i haven’t gotten to it yet.”

katelyn releases you with a cackle when you start pointing at her arm, going back to eating her food like nothing happened when you shoot her a glare.

“i know this is random,” garroth adds, twisting his chocolate milk carton around on the cafeteria table. “but speaking of you and aphmau i heard my mom talking about the both of you on the phone when i went downstairs the other night.”

great.

“oh, did you?” you fix your hair with a small laugh, glancing at aphmau from the corner of your eye. she’s staring with her cheeks stuffed, jaw frozen.

“yeah, sounded like drama or something with a boy.”

“uh oh…” katelyn leans in with a teasing tone. “were you two fighting over a guy? and i didn’t know about it?”

laurance is resting his chin on his hand, silently staring with an unreadable expression.

you wave your hands at everyone in a panicked dismissal. “no, no! it was nothing like that!”

garroth looks at you with a guilty smile, nudging katelyn away gently by her shoulder. “sorry, i didn’t mean to embarrass you. i just suddenly remembered and wanted to make sure you were okay. she sounded upset, so…”

“i just got into an argument, is all. aphmau, too. and you know how our moms are! they were just wanting to tell each other about it. but it’s all taken care of now, so no worries.”

please just drop it, sweet garroth.

he slowly nods, scratching the nape of his neck. “okay, good. sorry, that was an awkward time to bring it up.”

you shake your head. “you’re fine, garroth. thanks for checking.”

he shrugs with a relaxed grin. “if someone bothers you though, you should tell me.”

“mhm… i’ve realized i should open up more, so i will…”

“good.”

☆

aph: i’m nervous can you come earlier pls pls pls

you: omg hahaha

you: it’s just our friends

aph: i know but still T-T i’m just nervous idk what to do

you: i’m just teasing

you: i’m already packed and changed so i can go over rn

aph: yayayatatheiowocoajkdl

aph: ok i’ll be waiting :,)

“mija! you look so cute in your little pj’s! look at you!” sylvanna squeals, pulling you into the house and spinning you in a hug.

“thank—! you—!”

“mom! stop trying to steal my friend!”

“she’s my friend now, yo!” sylvanna giggles, sending a wink to the girl standing bewildered on the staircase before running and dragging you with her to the kitchen.

“that’s so not cool! you are so not my homegirl right now.”

sylvanna gasps like she just took a bullet to the chest. “i’m making snacks for you and all your little friends and you say this to me?!”

“word, yo.” aphmau crosses her arms, tapping her bunny slipper against the tiled floor.

the two burst out in laughter, and you can’t help but follow at the contagious sound.

“no, but seriously.” aphmau deadpans, and sylvanna shuffles over to the speaker she has set up on the counter.

“i’m just trying to hype you both up! ah! my mija is growing up so fast!” she flicks on the play button and single ladies by beyoncé comes on. “oh girl, i have tons of games you and your girl friends can—!”

“mom.” aphmau huffs. “this is my sleepover. not yours, remember?”

sylvanna starts swaying her hips and shaking her shoulders in a little dance. “well, i just—”

“mom!”

“…you’re right. sorry mija.” sylvanna sags her shoulders, but even aphmau’s rejection can’t seem to completely dampen her need to dance along to beyoncé.

you can’t help but feel bad, even though aphmau was kind of in the right here. shimmying up to her side, you start to imitate her dance moves, circling around the woman.

“ahhhh!” she cheers, clapping her hands and dancing around with you. “yes, girlfriend!”

aphmau stares at the both of you in horror, which only fuels her energetic mother as she starts to sing along and direct you to spin with her around the short girl.

“put your hands up!”

“i can’t believe you two right now! i’m going upstairs to finish getting my room ready!” aphmau groans, dashing from between the both of you to the staircase.

sylvanna leans into you, gold jewelry clinking as she claps her hands onto your shoulders and giggles.

“oh, isn’t she just the cutest? you are too, sweetie.” she coos, before spinning away from you and shuffling back towards the stove. “i’m going to finish up these snacks. why don’t you go upstairs, too?”

“okay, enjoy your jam sesh,” you muse, smiling as she points a finger up in the air and pops a hip.

“you bet i will, yo!”

aphmau wrinkles her nose at you when you shuffle into her room, sticking her tongue out. she’s shuffling through some magazines she has spread out on her carpet, most of them being from teen vogue, cosmopolitan, and seventeen. there’s a little basket of nail polishes beside her and near her tv you see a small dvd case opened to what looked like a few chic flics and rom-coms.

“you’ve got everything set up and planned, huh?”

“yeah… i’m sure everything will flow nicely once we’re all here and talking, but i wanted some things for backup just in case things get awkward or we don’t know what to do,” she says, pumping a fist with a determined face. “i’m going to make sure my first sleepover is the best sleepover!”

you set down your bag next to her bed, smiling at her explanation. “i think this is gonna be great.”

“i think so too!” she beams, before scrambling up from where she sat and running over to her desk. “and! i also have this camera i got recently and we can have a little photoshoot… if we wanted. and i also got this speaker so we can all listen to some music while we talk!”

you clap excitedly. “bravo! aphmau is the best sleepover planner in all of phoenix drop high!”

she takes a few bows while giggling, before brushing off fake dust from her shoulders. “no biggie, easy work for me!”

“i love your pajamas, by the way. they’re adorable.”

pastel pink flannel pants paired with an off-the-shoulder white sweater and bunny slippers to match? she really looked like a cute protagonist from a teen romance movie.

aphmau gasps, setting her hands on her hips as she looks down. “o-m-g, thank you so much! i love yours too!”

“thanks–” a knock from downstairs interrupts you two, and aphmau doesn’t waste a second before sprinting to her door and to her staircase.

“hold on!” you giggle elatedly after her, sprinting down the staircase as she flings open the door.

lucinda and teony wait outside, the latter clicking the lock button on a yellow volkswagon beetle that now sat in the driveway.

“is that yours, teony? it’s so cute!” aphmau squeaks, leaning into her doorway to get a better peek.

“yep! i got my license at the beginning of this month after i turned sixteen in september!” teony excitedly smiles.

recently she had gotten her hair styled into knotless goddess braids, the light brown color she chose perfectly contrasting against her skin and framing her round face. lucinda looked like a total bombshell as she always did, her skin glowing and ginger hair blown out into perfect curls.

“i’m so jelly! i want a cute bug when i get my first car! oooh, and it’s a convertible? you have to take me for a ride in it sometime.”

“well since you asked, of course i will.”

the four of you snack on the fruit kebabs with caramel dip and churros that sylvanna had prepared for everyone in the kitchen, and another knock on the door comes not long after. nana came in, the meif’wa sporting the sweetest eager smile on her face as she held up a red velvet cake she baked for everyone. after hoarding all of the snacks upstairs into the bedroom there’s a knock on the door again, and aphmau dashes back downstairs to let in katelyn and nicole.

“so, cutie,” lucinda shuffles next to you, nudging your shoulder with hers and playfully fluttering her eyelashes at you. “do you know what aphmau has planned for tonight?”

teony and nana sit across from you two, leaning in anticipation as they shuffle through the magazines laid out.

“oh, i don’t know!” you shrug your shoulders. “she has some movies, music… these silly magazine quizzes.”

“i think they’re fun!” nana giggles, picking one up. “don’t you want to know what love language you are? or when you’ll meet your next love?”

teony breaks out into an amused grin, picking up a few herself. “perfect kiss tips you have to try? and am i in love with my guy best friend? ooh la la, why does aphmau have these?”

the girl in question comes back in through the door, the final two guests following in behind. they both looked cute, nicole sporting a tank top with basketball shorts, and kate with some flowy pants with suns and moons on it and a form fitting blue tee.

nana shifts in place when she sees nicole, the two awkwardly waving at each other as the girls join the circle on the ground.

“what’s up guys?” katelyn inquires, tapping her hands on the carpet.

“we were just wondering what was on little aphmau’s agenda.” lucinda coos, looking over to the freshman with a small tilt of her head.

“oh, uh.” aphmau starts, tucking her legs up under her chin when everyone looks over to her. “we could all watch a movie! have you guys seen twilight?”

everyone nods.

“oh, aphmau, darling, dearest.” lucinda playfully tilts her head. “everyone’s seen twilight, what rock have you been living under?”

“homeschool.”

“i think jasper is so hot.” nana giggles behind her hand, and katelyn groans.

“can we not talk about twilight? it is such a horrible movie.”

“says the one who has a poster of it in her closet…” lucinda teases.

“and has a copy of the book on her shelf…” nicole adds with a snicker.

“ugh! both of you, i swear—”

the group starts to giggle, and teony speaks up in her student council tone before the three can start squabbling again. “okay, you three. i don't want to see any fighting between the two of you. it's little aphmau's first sleepover, so let's make it a good one.”

aphmau giggles nervously. “sorry guys, i’m not too sure what happens at sleepovers.”

“well, we can start with a bit of gossip.” lucinda wiggles her eyebrows. “you know, just a little way to get to know each other more and talk about stuff.”

teony comically purses her lips, crossing one leg over the other and placing both hands on her knee. “i love gossip. do tell.”

“okay, fine.” katelyn says, before standing and striding over to the open window. “but first let’s shut this. don’t want any secrets getting out.”

“who’s gonna hear us from the window?” aphmau questions, eyebrows raised.

“you never know.” she slides the window shut, flicking the lock before returning to the circle.

“i’ve got something. why don’t we talk about ivy?” lucinda raises a brow, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “did you guys see her hanging all over garroth the other day?”

your eyes dart to aphmau, before inconspicuously turning to glance at everyone. there seems to be a collective grimace on everyone’s faces, even nana who quietly nods with a little frown. aphmau stares back at you for a split moment, seeming surprised.

“she’s so pathetic. she does that bitchy thing where when you say something she looks at you like you said something stupid or wrong.” katelyn rolls her eyes. “like give me a break and get over yourself. so glad she didn’t end up joining the volleyball team, i might’ve strangled her.”

“for once, i agree with you there.” lucinda sassily nods. “her nice girl act is really irritating.”

“well, garroth is super hot!” nana says, the sweet freshman seeming unaware of ivy’s existence.

“no need to play devil’s advocate, nana. ivy sucks.” lucinda says. “but, you can say that again about garroth. laurance is pretty hot, too.”

“ew!” katelyn fakes a gag in disgust. “teony can you believe this?!”

“i’m personally not into them, but you can’t deny they’re cuties, kate.” teony chides, shrugging her shoulders.

katelyn rolls her eyes. “ugh, fine. they aren’t ugly, i’ll give them that.”

“jeffory is cuter, huh?” lucinda snickers, mischievously prodding at the blue haired girl.

“lucinda!” she shouts in offense, her pale skin turning pink against her cheekbones.

there’s a collective ooh and giggle in the group, before nana pipes up again.

“jeffory, like, the senior? i can totally see katelyn with him! i ship it!”

aphmau gasps. “wait, nana. you ship things too?!”

glancing over at teony, you happen to make eye contact with her. the poor academic looks completely confused, eyebrows pinched as she glances back over to the younger girls.

“um, ladies? what does a boat have to do with this?”

nana grins at her, seeming excited to explain. “shipping is when you want to put two people together who you can see in a relationship. get it? it's usually just for fun!”

“seems innocent enough.” katelyn supposes with a shrug.

you, nana, and aphmau laugh at the same time.

“have you ever been in a shipping fandom, katelyn?” aphmau asks.

“…nope. this is the first i’ve ever heard of this.”

aphmau nods solemnly. “you sweet child.”

a part of you cringes internally.

“i’m older than you?”

“in any case, i ship a lot of people together at school! and i definitely ship katelyn and jeffory.” nana gushes.

lucinda leans back on her hands. “well, you don’t have to, becau—”

katelyn suddenly jumps up from sitting cross-crossed onto her knees, looking like she may leap across the group to knock out the ginger with her bare hands. “lucinda, that’s nobody else’s business!”

aphmau awkwardly laughs, looking over at you.

“geez, fine fine. but you know, it's not a secret. you make zero effort to hide it at school.” lucinda giggles.

“i honestly thought it was public knowledge…” you add, and katelyn deflates onto the floor with a huff.

“uh…” aphmau rocks in place as she finds a subject change. “nana, you said you ship a lot of people together at school?”

nana nods with a cute little smile. “mhm! even you!”

“oh no…” you mutter, remembering your first encounter with the meif’wa and her giggling over aphmau and that aaron guy.

“really? who?” aphmau questions, her eyes drifting off in thought. “like… someone like gar—”

“with that one scary guy you’re always arguing with!” nana chirps, and aphmau’s jaw drops.

“what?!”

“scary guy?” katelyn questions, looking to lucinda who clarifies.

“the tall one that doesn’t talk to anyone?”

“with the scratched up face?” teony adds.

aphmau looks horrified.

“oh yeah… now i know who you’re talking about! what’s his name?” katelyn looks between them.

“yeah, i know who that is. aaron lycan right? has a ton of detentions?” nicole leans in, elbows resting on her knees.

“you can’t be serious, nana!” aphmau huffs.

“i’m totes serious! i’ve seen it!” nana insists, pointing at you. “she has, too!”

aphmau whips her head at you with an accusing glare and you turn to stare at the posters on the wall. 

“i just like what i see! he stands up for you and stares when you’re not looking!” nana adds on, trying to drive home her point. 

“ugh! no way! that guy is a complete jerk! not in a million years would i ever even consider being with that guy!” aphmau fumes, crossing her arms.

“what about that cute little freshman with the braces that’s been crushing on katelyn?” lucinda teases.

“you mean travis?” you ask, glancing over.

“ugh, no…” katelyn groans.

“aw, i think he��s sweet,” you say, aphmau nodding along.

“and already the best of friends with dante,” nicole adds in with a grimace, clearly having distasteful feelings for the boy in question.

nana is suddenly quiet, biting at the inside of her cheek and ears flat against her hair, ruffling the cute pink bows tied near them.

“and that’s all i need to know to say hard pass.” katelyn says.

“oh.” you press your lips together, eyes darting to nicole. “were you one of the ones he dated and…”

“yep.” she deadpans, popping the p. “and poor nana here was the other one. we’re cool though.”

nana nods sheepishly. “yeah… nicole and i had no idea the other was dating him. it was very much a middle school summer fling for him i think. he has a lot of maturing to do.”

“it’s that damn older brother of his.” nicole rolls her eyes. “i was pissed at first, obviously. and even nana was, too. but she talked me out of getting back at him, which i’m glad for. i feel more mature from it.”

teony brings her hands up to her cheeks. “aw… well i think a sweet girl bond formed out of that experience.”

“and nana is right,” lucinda adds. “don’t put much faith into a fourteen year old boy with a delinquent older brother.”

“you can say that again,” katelyn scoffs, before leaning over to pick a movie from the case. “anyways. how about we watch a movie instead of talking about boys?”

aphmau nods eagerly, jumping up to her feet and dashing to her closet to pull out a bunch of blankets and strew them out on the floor behind her. “let’s make a big sleeping pallet and we can all sleep together!”

“there’s a perfectly good bed right there that could definitely hold three of us.” katelyn says, raising her eyebrows.

“well,” aphmau huffs, walking to her bed and throwing the pillows down onto everyone’s legs. “i want to have a big cuddle session on the ground with everyone. if you wanna be lonely up there, you can.”

katelyn scoffs and rolls her eyes, faking an angry cat meow before grabbing one of the pillows. “okay, fine! i’ll mind my business then.”

you crawl closer to katelyn, leaning over her shoulder as she flips through the dvd album. “what are we feeling? looks like most of these are romance, huh?”

katelyn hums, blowing some air out of her lips. “yep. there’s some comedy and chick flics too. white chicks, mean girls, ooh ten things i hate about you.”

“you know you kind of remind me of kat from that movie.” teony suddenly says, appearing on your side, munching on a fruit kebab and giving katelyn a little look.

“don’t they literally describe her as a heinous bitch?” katelyn deadpans at the two of you.

teony starts to cackle, leaning into you and consequentially dog piling onto the girl. katelyn groans, arm reaching around you to lightly slap onto teony’s back.

“i think kat’s cool! it wasn’t an insult. but–” she giggles. “–you immediately proved my point anyways!”

“yeah, she’s iconic.” you add, groaning from being sandwiched between the two. “now please get off…”

teony apologizes, though it sounds pretty half-assed with her continued laughter as she rolls off of you onto the now freshly made pallet of blankets on the floor. katelyn rolls her eyes and helps you up as she randomly chooses a movie from the case and pops it into aphmau’s dvd player.

soon you’re laying between lucinda and nana as the movie plays, though it’s barely paid attention to as the girls quietly giggle and chat. the fairy lights aphmau has hung throughout her ceiling is the only thing besides the tv that lights up the room, and you quietly stare up at them as you listen to the chatter.

it’s one of those moments you want to be able to go back to when you know you’ll inevitably have to be stressed again. it’s like listening to music in the car at night, or swinging in a hammock when there’s a perfect breeze.

you hear your name softly called from your side, and you turn to see nana looking at you with her round eyes, the gold color in them shining against the twinkling lights above your heads.

“yeah?”

“you were the other one besides aphmau to plan this sleepover, right?” she asks, her ears twitching.

“yeah, i mean, i didn’t do much but i guess i helped a little.”

“thank you for inviting me, this was a lot of fun! it’s the best sleepover i’ve ever been to.” her voice is quiet and full of genuine gratitude. it makes your heart squeeze a bit in your chest and you have to resist the urge to awe and pinch her cheek.

“yeah, of course, nana. i’m glad you’re having a good time. thank you for bringing that cake, by the way. it was delicious!” you grin back.

her eyes light up, and you feel her feet wiggle next to yours. “really? i’m so glad you liked it!” she quietly squeals. “i love to bake!”

“really? maybe we can bake together sometime.” you suggest.

“o-m-g, can we, please?” she whispers, tapping her hands excitedly against her shoulder.

“yeah, definitely!”

lucinda shifts next to you, her head leaning to rest on your shoulder. “will i get to taste test?”

you hear nana quietly huff, as she shimmies closer to you. “are you trying to steal my baking buddy?”

“maybe i am, what about it?” lucinda coos, quietly snickering.

“that’s not fair!” nana pouts, hugging onto you and reaching up to playfully pat your hair in an act of possessiveness.

“did you guys already meet before this?” you ask, confused by their very sudden casualness with each other.

“she’s my rival in magicks class.” nana points a small glare at lucinda as she starts to play with your hair. “we both keep swapping like every other week on being the top student in that class.”

“more like one sided rivalry. i know i’m the best.” lucinda preens.

“ugh, you!” nana starts, before turning her attention back to you. “can i play with your hair? we can match ribbons!”

“um, sure?” you agree, and lucinda rolls her eyes in amusement before continuing to cuddle on your shoulder, turning her attention back to the movie.

the meif’wa quietly cheers as she pulls one of her ribbons from her hair, her fingers gently reaching back up to your head. she grabs a lock of your own hair, nails ghosting against your scalp while you hear the ribbon fold between her hands. your eyes flutter shut as you go back to listening to the others, the tv light softly flashing across your eyelids. a deep breath has you sinking against the blankets, and your mind begins to float away into a much more peaceful slumber than you had been experiencing for a while.

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[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hi luv! May I req for Leo falling for a mischievous (cat-like personality) demigo (maybe ares, idk) after she beats him while sparring so he continuously asks her to spar just to spend more time together (and maybe she knows it and just plays along, maybe tells him she’ll go on a date with him once he beats her?). Idk this was just an idea, thought I got. Do not feel pressured or anything obvs!

Heya this has been in my inbox for a while and I finally got a good idea lol cause I don't wanna be posting half assed WIP's. [this is also combined with a request for Leo Valdez x daughter of Athena reader I got a while ago btw]

Enjoy <3

love is stronger then everything [except Clarrise, of course] ---Leo V x Daughter of Athena reader

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Leo was a mastermind. 

Like, obviously you were the daughter of Athena, but he was the one behind it all. He was just… so smart.  It was unbelievable sometimes. Not to be big headed or anything, he was just the most intelligent person in the room.

Well, in this scenario, it wasn’t the room, it was the arena. And that’s about where his cunning brain cells decided to sit on the bench and do their nails with Piper. 

He’d tell them off later, if he ever survived the sharp eyed sharp edged girl in front of him who was somehow holding a war axe made of solid imperial gold over her shoulder like it was nothing. The sight of your arms distracted him of his incoming death momentarily, but then you just had to open your mouth. “

“Valdez, are you gonna spar with me, or was the six step official challenge at breakfast with a disco ball and three tonnes of strawberries for nothing?” 

“Four tonnes, actually,” he managed to squeak out, and then shifted his grip on the sword he’d borrowed from Jake, who’d only laughed in his face when Leo told him he’d challenged you.

Judging by the way you fiddled with your camp beads necklace and then swung the smooth golden axe stained with something remarkably similar to human blood, Jake was right. Leo gulped and stepped back, ready to scramble out of the way and clang his too big sword against the edges of the axe he only just realized were sharp enough to cut through bone. 

You seemed to pity him as well, which Leo didn’t appreciate, but at least you gave him a few extra seconds to scramble out of the way.

A moment later there was sand in his eyes churned up by your sneakers, the ones with little green string snakes as laces. He vaguely remembered snakes being a symbol of Athena, only that thought was scrapped when he had to step back to avoid having his skull split in half. 

Piper cheered sarcastically and passed Jason a leftover strawberry from this morning’s events. 

You spun around and the axe made a crater in the sawdust covered ground. Leo turned and half heartedly swung his hammer at your shoulder, but you dipped back and knocked it out of his hands in less then a second, leaving him defenseless. 

Leo launched himself backwards and felt his shoe skid on the ground, sawdust billowing up into his vision as gravity decided to ruin his day, and his dignity. 

He was contemplating just falling asleep right then and there, when a gray sliver appeared in front of him. He had to cross his eyes to identify the metal poking his nose as the tip of your war axe. Leo just got comfy on the ground, resting his hands beneath his head as you glared. 

Apparently you weren’t satisfied with the early defeat, gray eyes narrowed as you snapped. “What on Olympus was that, Valdez?”

“Me fighting?” He asked hopefully, squinting up as the sun angled itself behind you. He brushed away the thought that it made you look a bit like an angel, despite the frown on your face and the weapon at his throat. 

“Well you aren’t any good at it, so don’t bother,” you said, hooking the axe over your shoulder and marching off. “I have to go help Beth with the capture the flag plans.”

Leo huffed, blowing a strand of his curly brown hair out of his face and grinning up at the roof, which swirled a little. He might’ve bumped his head a little too hard, now that he thought about it. 

Then another face swam in front of him and Piper popped a bubble that smelt vaguely of grapes. She looked towards where you’d disappeared out the arena’s swinging double doors. “What in the ever loving fucknuggets was that, Valdez?”

“I liked their version better,” Leo grumbled, and sat up slowly, feeling his bones groan internally at him. “And it’s not my fault their fit. And strong. ANd have a huge weapon. And pretty eyes. And-”

“And a nice ass?” 

“Yep, especially in those camo pan- why are you looking at their ass?” Leo asked suspiciously. Taking a hand from Piper to get up properly. He stretched his arms above his head and tried to stop thinking about your butt. It didn’t really work very well, and then his thoughts skipped along to your thighs and the really cool scar along one and he missed half of what Jason was saying in between the smile he was trying to hide. 

That didn’t matter very much though, because Leo was struck with the best idea in the history of children born of the literal ideas god. Well, maybe that was Athena, not Hephestus, but your parents were a problem for later. Way later. Like when you’d decided Leo was more than just a rock stuck in your shoe.  

That was something he could work on though. 

He just had to impress you so much that you’d agree to go out with him. Building something cool would be the immediate option, but he built cool things everyday. It wasn’t easy, per-say, but it wasn’t a date-worthy achievement.  

Piper snapped her fingers in front of his face and Leo jerked his head back, “huh? Sorry I was just thinking…”

“About what? Finally giving up on-”

“Imma single handedly win capture the flag!”

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You handed out the last of the helmets, blue plumes dotting the crowd of demigods jostling around and yelling about lice and how their butterfly clips wouldn’t fit underneath the bronze. 

You chose to ignore those ones and turned back to the little canvas tent someone had dragged out from Bunker 9 to set up base in, even though it couldn’t be used during the actual game. You weren’t actually sure what the point of it was, but Clarrise deemed it necessary, and you decided not to argue with her, in the interest of living.

The Athena cabin had managed to swoop in and ally with the Ares cabin before Connor got there, so you managed to rein in the help of Butch and his siblings [which meant that the Red team would have quite a few problems involving pegasi droppings in the hours to come], the two twins of Nike, the Dionysus and Hebe kids, as well as the smattering of Aphrodite kids that were ready to get blood under their perfectly done nails. A few of them seemed too happy about that prospect, but Drew had heart shaped arrows and Charmspeak, so you ignored the fact Lacey was singing about chopping off heads. 

Annabeth propped her sneakers up on the table, smudging mud on the map of the forest as she did so, to tie up her laces. “So, we’ve got puddles of pegasi shit under the leaves, I asked Holly and Laurel who could make the most nets so we’ll have enough to trap most of the Hermes cabin under by the time we start, and then Clarrise and her lot can just heavily maim the rest.”

“Nice,” you noted, and pushed the coloured pins for each demigod wiping blue warpaint across their cheeks around the map to their places. “We’re against Will’s dickwits, so they’ll do that thing and keep the sun behind them to blind everyone on our team.”

Annabeth fiddled with her camp necklace and glared at the map. “ And what are we supposed to do to counter that? Ask Apollo to take the day off??

“Start handing out sunglasses.”

Someone dragged a bucking gray pegasi through the opening to the canvas tent and chaos broke out, Butch yelling orders at a group of Dionysus kids who began feeding the freaked out mare shiraz. 

You turned away before you were lumped with the task of dealing with them, and reached for your axe. A sticky note fell off, the yellow paper floating to the ground. 

Hi hi so if i win capture the flag by myself then will you go out with me also i cant ask you this in person because jasons teaching me how to use a sword and im about to run out of sticky note and now ive forgotten what i was trying to say

The note ended there, and you frowned, trying to ignore the twitch at your lips when you turned the greasy crinkled paper over. 

right yeah this is leo by the way you probably already figured that out cause no one else is smart enough to beat all of camp to go out with you the flying horse distraction was my idea too by the way im a genius you should definitely go out with me okay now im out of pa

“Who’s the person?”

You nearly decapitated Drew in that moment. You lowered your axe and shoved the note in the back of your pocket that you only just remembered wasn’t there, courtesy of the armor you’d donned. “What are you talking about?”

“The love note,” she insisted with a curious smirk, lipgloss shining. “They sounded pretty excited and now you’re making that face oh my god you actually like them back!” 

“Do not!” You snapped back, tightening your shoulder guard and hefting your bloodied axe over you shoulder. The pegasi was led out of the tent as you shooed Drew in the same direction. “Now go back to your station, we’re starting in five.”

She squinted at you for a second, then her eyes widened as he jaw dropped. “Leo!”

You blinked, wrinkling your nose. “Okay how did you even-”

“Seeya later!” Drew called over her shoulder, skipping away with Butch to find her section of the woods to patrol, her assigned heart shaped sunglasses slipping down her nose. 

You narrowed your eyes at her retreating figure, but then one of Clarisse's sisters was wondering if the no killing rule had changed in the last four minutes and you were promptly distracted. 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Why don’t you just run along there and turn Travis into a toddler for me?” You asked a son of Hebe who nodded solemnly and disappeared into the trees. Light dappled the leaves on the ground and once you’d ordered around the rest of the soldiers in training, the bellowing horn sounded. 

A tense silence filled the woods, no one daring to make the first move and startle the spies out of their trees and the runners from their starting places. You pushed the cat eyed sunglasses up your nose and adjusted your sweaty grip on the axe, which must have weighed as much as the Hebe boy you’d just sent on his way. 

Blue streaked the sky behind the clouds, but the blue you were concerned about fluttered peacefully in the wind from where the flag had been nestled in Zeus’s fist. 

From what you’d planned, the Nike twins should be hiding in the two pine trees in font of you that had grown on either side of the track you knew the red team would take, nets between them ready to trap the enemy. Drew was placed behind you with her bow and arrows, ready to take down anyone that made it past Holly and Laurel. 

And if the lucky little fucker made it any further, you had your axe ready.

The rest of your team, save the Ares kids bordering the river, who were ready to maim but not kill, were causing a distraction that included a lot of grapevines and a reenactment of the Hamilton Musical [the second half was to be acted out at the campfire later that night]. It was sure to distract the Apollo cabin while  Annabeth donned her blue Yankees hat and snuck through. 

The only way it could go wrong at this point, is if a certain fluffy haired pointy eared son of Hephestus went through with his sticky note proposition and burned down the entire woods. 

Considering the fact he’d challenged you to a duel four times this week, you wouldn’t be surprised. Not that you minded. His concentrating face was sort of cute, especially when he stuck his tongue out a little and that time you’d pinned him to the sawdust covered ground you’d realized he actually had a few little freckles along his nose. 

And he really liked strawberries. That you could admire. 

Okay, maybe you looked forward to whatever proposition he’d set up at breakfast each day, but it mainly had to do with the presents. And definitely not that grin he’d get when you agreed.

If he won this game of capture the flag, which was impossible for one demigod anyway, and you did go out with him, you’d get to see that smile times one thousand. It sort of made you want him to win.

Then you shook the thought from your helmet cladden head. Your team was going to win this, and you’d stab Leo yourself to do so. 

Lightly, though. 

He still had that crackly laugh you could place from across the dining pavilion, you couldn’t kill him. It made your brain melt for a moment, which wasn’t something a daughter of Athena needed. But, he was a certified genius. Maybe that would even it out. 

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“Where the fuck is Drew?” You yelled into the forest around you, but only the crickets and startled squawking birds answered. Metal clanged and the crickets were silenced when your Axe thudded against a tree, handle first. 

Austin smirked, and his bow knocked into your shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise you could already feel forming. 

You ducked another blow and stumbled back, stumbling a tight ring around the sun of Apollo to get back to your weapon, glancing around the clearing as you did so. Holly and Laurel were nowhere to be seen, and there were certainly no nets to help you out in the one on one ambush. 

You’d been waiting around for some action when suddenly there was a lot but still not enough, because apparently everyone on the blue team had decided they’d rather fall asleep in their stations than help you. Even without them you could hold up your own, grabbing your axe and swinging it around at Austin when he came back for seconds. The arrow in his hand seemed less scary once his bow was in two splintered pieces at your feet.

He stepped back, face falling, and the daisies crushed underfoot sprung back into their slightly crumpled places when he backed away properly, turning to where the blue flag was still untouched on the top of Zeus’s fist. 

You paused, lowering the axe in confusion once he called out to nothing, “Oi! Move it loverboy, I’m running out of time!” 

Then you froze, because of course somehow, against all odds, a panting Leo was clambering up the highest point with the red flag in one tightly closed hand and a second later he was holding the blue one above his head victoriously as well, a stupidly wide grin on his cute face. 

He let out a yelp as pebbles began to slide around his feet but then you couldn’t see him anymore, pushed to the back of the crowd by a stampede of yelling demigods brandishing weapons.

It took you a second to realize they were cheers and not war cries [the difference was hard to make out most of the time], so you weaved through some Hermes kids who were chatting animatedly and a Demeter girl with a stump where her arm had been. Will rushed along behind you to her side once you’d gotten past both teams of the now over capture the flag game. 

“What the fuck is this?” You yelled up at Leo, who sent you a double thumbs up and then began hopping down the pile of boulders, the flags now held with his crooked teeth.

You squinted up at him, watching his green army jacket get caught on an overhanging branch and then when he jumped down finally, you were there to cross your arms and glare at him.

“Sup?” he smirked, holding his hands behind his back and rocking on his feet. “Did you get my note?”

Apparently he guessed your answer through your facial expression and then held up the flags like an offering. You ignored a fatal sounding screech from an Aphrodite boy in the distance as Leo chewed his lip. “So…. I won!” 

“And how, exactly?” 

Leo glanced to the side, and you followed his gaze to a smirking daughter of Aphrodite, who’s hoop earrings shined with blood that definitely wasn’t hers, judging from Drew’s satisfied expression. He then pulled out another crumpled up sticky note from his jacket, which was stained with something dark. He read out in a stilted tone, “I have to make a flamethrower, a chariot with poison shooting arrows, a two real life hoverboards, about thirty pairs of water, lava, and acid proof headphones, and a few jetpacks.”

“Right,” you muttered, tilting your head at Leo.

 He blinked obliviously at you and tucked away his extensive list, probably not able to hear you speak over the yelling crowds that bustled around carrying bandages and broken weapons, already busying themselves with the aftermath of the set up blood-bath.  

“It was worth it,” he shrugged, “but I’ll be stuck in bunker nine for the rest of the my life.”

“Maybe you can take a day off.” You unfolded your arms, resigned to the fact all of Camp Halfblood was about to witness this. Then you stepped forwards a little and leant in to whisper in his pointed ear. “...Y’know, for our date.” 

Leo blinked.

“Someone get the Leo extinguisher!” A Hebe kid yelled, and there was a general uproar of chaos from everyone but you weren’t really paying attention because Leo had patted down his flaming torso quickly, only that didn’t change the color of his face back to normal.

He narrowed his eyes, but the grin had never faded and you could see his fingers tapping along his thighs a thousand miles an hour. “You serious?”  

You nodded.

“DID YA HEAR THAT?” He yelled at the crowd of teenagers, cupping his mouth with a scarred hand, “I GOT A HOT DATE YALL!” 

“Don’t make me regret it,” you muttered back, rolling your eyes, but when Leo smiled up at you you knew you’d never regret it, so instead you just smiled back, shoving your hands in your pockets while Piper started screaming from Jason’s shoulders. 

Leo clapped his hands eagerly, “great, now you gotta carry me.”

“That’s cringe.”

“I’m being serious,” he said and held his arms up so you could grab him bridal style. You paused for a moment and then resigned yourself to the fact this might be the rest of your life. It wasn’t too bad, you realized, when Leo wrapped his arms around your neck and pointed in the direction of Will triumphantly. “Forward, sexy steed!” 

“One, if you ever call me that again, I will literally throw you off a cliff, and two, why do we have to get to WIll?” You asked as you carried him through the crowd in the direction of the stressed out blonde anyway.

“Cause Clarrise stabbed me in exchange for letting me win.”

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[beaker1636]

Sweet Dreams - Noah Sebastian Smut

AN: Not a lot to say here... smut part is in his point of view. Italiacs are part of the dream. Enjoy this weird brain thought I had the other night!

Noah lets out a sigh as he goes through the photos on his phone of you, debating if he should take the risk of hoping that you are still awake but he isn’t sure what time it is back home.  He knows you work early mornings and he would feel bad if he woke you up so he continues scrolling, a little disappointed.  He knows he should probably just go to sleep but he isn’t in the mood honestly, eventually deciding to just throw on a movie on his phone quietly, so he won’t disrupt and bother Nicholas, but hopefully it would be enough to distract him, allow you to fall asleep.  

He misses getting to see you, hold you… admittedly he is pretty horny at this point, missing having those times with you whenever he wants to while you let him do as he wishes.  Letting him get you off over and over again, forgetting everything around you.  His mind keeps wandering back to you, finding that he is getting hard just at the thoughts of what he could do to you but he isn’t in the mood to go jerk one out in the bathroom of the hotel so he just deals with it, trying to focus back on the movie some more.

Unfortunately he can’t get into the movie, winds up still just thinking about you.  Wondering if you miss him as much as he does, if you are thinking of him, his touch.  Eventually he gets tired enough that he just falls asleep, the movie still quietly going on his phone and being just what he needed at this point.  Hopefully sleep will take these thoughts away from him and tomorrow during your scheduled call time maybe he will be able to sneak away for a little bit, get what he needs.

She pushes me down in the chair that is in my home studio, both of us naked as she stands in front of me, a leg on either side of mine. I honestly don’t remember how we reached that point, where my clothing was thrown behind us along with her dress and panties, but I also can’t complain about having this moment.

I brush a strand of hair behind her ear as I watch her closely, wondering what she has planned right now while she stands like this in front of me.  Normally she doesn’t try to take charge and I will gladly let her have this time to do as she pleases.

The woman I can never stop thinking about, the most beautiful, most sexy sight I have ever seen stood before me, watching me. 

Her eyes tell me that right now she wants this almost as much as I do.

Her body is beautiful, her soft skin running along it makes me enjoy running my fingers along her waist, the one that I have my hands currently wrapped around.  The curve of her tits, that I always love leaning forward to kiss and lick.  Her skin smells so sweet.  

I take my time to slowly trail my hands down her body, taking time feeling each spot, listening to how her breathing changes before my hand settles on her ass with a light smack, wanting to pull her closer to me, continuing with the makeout session that leads to this moment. “You’re beautiful, everytime I see you I swear you get more beautiful.”

Her hands run from my bare shoulders, tracing my tattoos before they eventually settle in my hair. “You’re not too bad yourself Mr. Sebastian.”

“Princess, I must ask,” I reached out to grasp her chin, making her look at me. “You have me hard as hell, just sitting here.  What exactly are you planning to do with me?”

She looks at me with a smile before moving to slowly straddle my lap, settling herself over my erection before lightly moving her hips in a circle, making sure to rub against my entire length as we continue the eye contact before she stops, making me let out a groan.

“I need more princess, it’s not enough,” I say, my hands settling on her hips as I try to guide her how I want her to move, but it doesn’t seem to work.

“You’ll get more, promise but maybe I should see how patient you can be.  How much I can get to you before you give in and take over? I bet it won’t take much, I bet you can’t handle letting me toy with you,” she teases, leaning forward to give me a light kiss before circling her hips against me again.

I have patience, I can wait for almost anything if I need to do so, but with her? With her I have no patience.  I will never make any promises about patience with her.

I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, hoping to encourage her on, continue to move against me while I try to angle her hips slightly to grind against me closer, how I need her to right now. 

“But if you let me have my way, think how many orgasms you could have tonight, just how much pleasure I can bring you?” I ask her, growing frustrated she won’t quite give in to me and give me what I need right now.  Maybe teasing her would slowly bring me more of what I am craving right now. 

“Hmm one, maybe two?” She asks with a smirk, knowing that underestimating me will annoy me, continue to rile me up and it is definitely working.

“Wrong”.

Rather than answering she continues to tease me, barely brushing herself against my aching cock, the rare brush of herself against me sending shockwaves through my body, making me need her more and more with each passing second. Enough to make me want to explode on the spot.

She settles herself a little lower, allowing me to just barely sink into her, enough to give me just a taste, a tease, or how wet and tight she feels before she backs up again.  I can tell her resolve is starting to break as well based on the exhale she lets out before she stops her movements.

“If it’s this good already I can’t imagine how amazing it will be when I have all of you,” she gasps out, starting to feel the pleasure of the moment with me, starting to give in to this more and more.

“Oh baby, if you let me I can make you scream as you come undone on me.”

“Hmm I doubt Nicholas, who is sleeping next door would enjoy that,” she says with a giggle, shifting herself again.

I settle my hands on her hips, trying to pull her back down on top of me, wanting her to just give in and ride me until we both finish.  Not even caring about showing off right now, getting here there multiple times like I usually would, right now all I care about is finishing, needing it more than I have ever needed it before.

I stop caring about her teasing at this point, I stop caring about the fact that she is right and my friend who is next door at the moment might not appreciate this, all I care about is getting the two of us off hopefully sooner rather than later.

I can tell she is starting to give in with how easy it is to currently get her to move against me, brushing up against my length as she rocks her hips slightly.

“Please, ride me baby.  It’s been far too long,” I whisper, before grabbing the back of her neck to pull her lips to mine.  Both of us kissing as she lets out a groan, finally giving in and lining herself up before sinking down on me, slowly taking me all the way with a gasp.  

I lean forward, pulling my lips from hers before letting them settle in the soft spot of her neck as she begins rocking against me, fucking herself on me as she slowly builds both of us up towards her high.  So tight and wet she hugs my cock perfectly, knowing I won’t last long at all so I make sure to move a hand, wanting to make sure I brush my fingers along her clit to encourage her to come for me, on top of me as she continues, feeling her start to clench around me as she draws closer and closer.

“Fuck Noah, I’m, I’m close,” she gasps, starting to ride me faster as she chases that high, my fingers still circling her clit while my other hand closes around her neck, pulling her back into another kiss to try and keep her quiet so Nicholas doesn’t hear too much.

The second she comes undone on top of me, milks my cock with how much she's starting to tighten and pulse around me I’m finding my own release, filling her as both our chests heave, coming down from the high that we both just had together.

Noah stirs awake in his hotel bed as Nicholas tries to wake him up, letting him know that his alarm is going off and he’ll need to wake up if he wants time for a shower before they have to leave to get going on their activities for the day, making the taller man stir awake in his bed.

Once he is coherent, more awake he quickly realizes that it was all just a dream and when he goes to move, he realizes that it wasn’t just a dream it was one of those dreams… and he definitely needs his shower now.  He tries to wait until Nicholas has his back turned, isn’t paying attention before rushing to the shower, not wanting to get caught with the situation at hand.

“Oh y/n, ride me baby,” Nicholas calls with a laugh from the main part of the hotel room as soon as the bathroom door closes, making Noah let out a groan.  Realizing he must have talked in his sleep again… and woken Nicholas up while doing so.  He isn’t going to live that one down for awhile, he just knows it.

Sighing he turns the hot water on to try and get his mind off of everything, wanting to forget that he just woke up a mess, that he is missing you, that he was caught like that by his friend and bandmate. When he steps out of the shower he quickly changes, getting ready for them to head towards the venue for the new show when he gets a message from you.

“I heard you miss me a lot more than I realized.”  All the color drains from his face when he realizes that Nicholas spilled what happened to you… even more so when the second message comes in.

“New material for you to get off to,” with a photo of you in some new lingerie you have been holding out on him from seeing.  He can clearly tell what you are insinuating he does with the photo and it makes him let out a groan, making everyone glance over at him.  He sends you one quick reply, knowing it will get the point across.

“When I get home you aren’t going to be able to walk the next day.”

[greywritesthings]

five thirty AM

Ask from @spinningspencer 

So, reader has a Dark Day (idk if there's a better term for that, it's what I call them) where she feels like her brain has been replaced by a dark cloud of nothing and she can't really think anymore (I hope this makes sense) It causes her to feel uncomfortable in her mind and body and just uncomfortable in general. She can't do anything but sit those days out, so she goes to Spencer for comfort to get her through the day.

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Warnings: feeling numb, feeling unsettled generally readers just sad, you get the vibes from the ask

A/N; this isn't proof read but i quite like this request, i strayed a little bit and i may redo this at some point in the future or do a part 2 perhaps

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Taglist; @reidstheyfriend

You had woken up that morning feeling numb, another bad day. You had bad days every now and again, they just happened and had done so since your late teens. Your limbs feel heavy, you couldn’t do anything, including think. You ran on autopilot through the most basic motions to get through the day. 

You feel unsettled throughout everything, like nothing's right, even when you ran on auto pilot it didn't feel correct and it upset you even further. You often ended up spending hours in the shower crying, with a mind full of static and tears running down your cheeks. 

This time it was different, you had someone to go to who understood your bad days. Spencer. You had a bad day about two months after joining the BAU and he had noticed as you had to be at work, unable to call out given you were on a case. He had come to you with a hot chocolate the same way you made it, including the marshmallows and cream he went to the convenience store to get, and asked you if you wanted to talk, letting you know if you wanted you could come back to his room and you could watch or read something together instead of talking. You had taken him up on the offer and ended up falling asleep in his room, curled up together with books dropped on the floor. That had then become routine whenever you or him just needed some comfort. 

Two years on your bad days were fewer and farther between, you were close with the BAU now, they really were like family. You had Hotch and Rossi saved as Dad and Mom respectively. You and Pen hung out regularly, often baking or painting at her flat while drinking wine, under the eyes of Derek and Spencer given they knew how accident prone the pair of you could be after a few glasses. You also found time to hang out with JJ and her children, with Emily often coming with. All over it didn't give you much time to fall into this state but when you did it hit hard. 

You knew in order to get to Spencer you would have to call him and with a brain that felt like static it was going to take up practically everything you had. You knew you could go to his flat, it was one building over and would mean you technically got fresh air so hopefully he wouldn't try and coax you out of the apartment later on. Where you were already in a hoodie and leggings from sleeping you decide to throw on your converses he had gifted you for christmas and walk across to his. 

What would normally take you seven minutes this time took you four, whenever you were zoned out you walked faster, given you weren't looking anywhere or being careful of anything you took the stairs two at a time both up and down. 

It's not until you reach his front door that you realise the time. You look down to your pocket, inadvertently looking at your watch that had glow in the dark hands. It read five thirty AM. It was much earlier than you had thought it was, You had shown up at spencers early before but not this early, and not without checking. You decided to just sit outside his door, sending a :/ text to him for when he did wake up. You both did this on days where you needed each other but couldn't put into words what was wrong. Before you had a chance to sit down you heard his door unlock and saw the door pull open to reveal a surprisingly perky looking spencer. “Morning sweetheart, cmere” He seemed surprised to see you at his door but didn't mind it, lacing an arm around your waist and pulling you into the apartment. 

Once he settled you onto the sofa and grabbed hot chocolates and a vaguely suitable breakfast for you both he joined you, pulling you into his chest once you had eaten so you could listen to his heart knowing it soothed you. He put on DR Who knowing it was something you knew well and so didn't have to pay a lot of attention to to understand, a perfect mix for when you were having a bad day. 

You stayed like that for most of the day, curled up on the sofa with Spencer occasionally getting up to get water and snacks for you both. He passed you your drawing pad and pencils at one point once he noticed you getting anxious so that you could put your mind elsewhere. Eventually you fell asleep and he decided he would just get you to eat better tomorrow. He carefully takes off your shoes and socks, changing out your hoodie and leggings for his sweater and sweatpants like he normally did. He then picks you up carefully and carries you across to his room, placing you carefully on what had been deemed your side, leaving you under the covers while he goes to change knowing that if he left you alone in the bed you would wake up. Once he was back in the bed he turned on the lamp and pulled a book from the stack beside the bed, shuffling over so he could play with your hair easier as you curled further up against him, sighing contentedly in your sleep. You would be okay tomorrow.

[dadvans]

Pls tell us more about pregnant Buck and baby daddy Tommy 🙏🏼

Oh, GLADLY. I spent my entire commute home thinking about this after I got this ask.

Okay, here’s everything you must know about Buckley-Kinard Baby Begins:

Buck is shitscared fucking terrified to tell Tommy when he finds out he’s pregnant, because while he knows that there are men out there who can get pregnant, Buck didn’t think or know he was one of those men. And they’ve been dating for six months, and at the four month mark they had their first ever fight, because Buck decided to say “I Love You” for the first time in the same conversation where he was asking Tommy if they could stop using condoms. They haven’t even talked about kids. Tommy, Buck reflects hysterically, is gonna think Buck is babytrapping him.

He lets himself into Tommy’s place after the doctor’s appointment. Tommy is in bed, napping off a shift, and he’s big and warm like the best desert rock that Buck’s lizard brain wants to curl up on. He crawls into bed with Tommy in a way that feels so final, because when Tommy wakes up for good and Buck lays out the news that there is a baby—and more importantly, that the second Buck found out that there was a baby he knew he wanted to keep it—he’s probably gonna ask Buck for his spare key back, block his number, and ready himself for eighteen years of child support payments.

Tommy shifts, mostly still asleep, eyes impossibly closed under the sun seeping between his bedroom window slats. He’s known Buck’s been feeling like shit the past few weeks, and would have offered to take Buck to his appointment if it weren’t for aforementioned shift. “Howwuz doctor’s?”

“Fine,” Buck says. “Tell you more when you get up.”

Which is Tommy’s cue to pass the fuck back out, which he does.

And Buck watches him sleep, and the most horrible part is that he has this fledgling hope that he’ll tell Tommy about the baby and Tommy won’t think he’s a crazy babytrapping monster and won’t kick him out and will say, you know what, yeah, let’s do this.

Buck knows what it’s like to be crushed and this hope is crushing him. He can’t fall asleep under its weight. Maybe another hour passes before Tommy wakes up, but it feels like a lifetime buried under this tiny hope.

So, he’s a fucking mess when Tommy does wake up, when Tommy says, “So, did they figure out what’s going on?” and all Buck can say is, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” He’s pregnant, he didn’t know, he didn’t think, he would’ve been smarter, he wouldn’t have asked, he’s so sorry, and he wants to have this kid, he doesn’t expect anything from Tommy, he’s sorry.

Miracle of miracles Tommy just holds him through it.

The thing is, Tommy knows he’s not a natural with kids like Buck is. It’s not that he particularly wants or doesn’t want them, but until recently he’d kind of resigned to it not being an option, never willing to tie himself to someone else like that when he was so deep in the closet, and now in his mid-forties with no real biological clock ticking it hasn't been a priority. No, he and Buck haven’t talked about kids, but he knows Buck doesn’t have a malicious or insidious bone in his body, and being with Buck has made him realize there’s this well of love inside him that goes far deeper than he’s ever known it to.

And maybe it won’t work out, Tommy is the first to admit. Maybe it is too soon for them to think this is something their relationship can survive so early in, but it’s not something he’s ready to say no to either. So maybe they carry the burden of hope together, for this life they’re making together, and they give it their best shot.

(The sex they have after this conversation is so off-the-wall bonkers crazy intense that if Buck weren’t already pregnant, well.)

Later, when Buck’s had time to process that Tommy’s not going to leave him over this, that they’re going to try and make this work, that Tommy wants to make this work as bad as he does, does Buck address the second problem that’s bothering him: Buck wants to keep working as long as he can. He can’t be side-lined again. He tells Tommy much more about the lawsuit than Tommy previously knew, the parts that Buck is embarrassed about still years later. How he can’t go back to that, or won’t, how even though they’ve finally ousted Gerrard and Bobby’s back at the helm of the 118, he’s afraid that Bobby won’t trust him and that no matter how much has changed, he’s still replaceable to the people he considers family (not healthy, Tommy doesn’t say, but he gets it).

So, Tommy’s like: let’s take a week. Let’s look into this. He’s known pregnant people in the field before, there are proper channels to consider and protections to be made before Buck has his second pregnancy-related breakdown. They support each other through the next step, and it feels auspicious and good for this whole thing working out.

Telling Bobby for real still doesn’t come as well as Buck would like it to. He babbles. He starts out by mentioning he’s done his research, and there are lawsuits (he’d like to avoid) and more recent case studies on all these accommodations that say barring complications he’d be suited to some duty through his second trimester, and—

“Wait, you’re pregnant?” Bobby asks.

Buck stammers out, “Uh yeah. It’s not—we didn’t know I was even a carrier, so it’s a surprise. That said, it’s still, you know, we know it’s early—it’s really, really early, but Tommy and I talked about it. And we want it, you know, even if he and I don’t work out at the end of the day. It’s not unwanted.”

(And there’s something to be said there about both Buck and Tommy, two men who grew up feeling unwanted suddenly bringing a new life into the world, and knowing above all else that no matter how things work out between them, they’re going to make this kid know how wanted it is.)

“Congratulations, Buck, that’s amazing,” Bobby says. Smiling in a way that Buck knows he means it, in a way that makes Buck think, is he proud of me? I think he’s proud of me. In a way that he knows that despite all his fears and their past history, Bobby trusts him on this one, will work with him, will provide the support he needs now that he knows how to ask for it.

Buck gets to go to Tommy's (home) after his shift, and when Tommy asks, Buck says, "Bobby's having me refitted for PPE in a few weeks, we're all good to go" (all three of us)

[sweetprfct]

Midnight Rain

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: The glitz and glamour of Hollywood isn't always what it seems. When Joe had started working with you in a movie, he had started wondering as to why you, the famous Hollywood starlet, has been acting out lately. Was there some dark secret behind all the angry spoiled façade? And why was he so fascinated about it?

Author's Note: This is the end of it! :) I'm debating whether to come back to this or not. We'll see... You guys let me know. But for now, I will see you all in "The Hate Formula." That one will have ten parts and probably will take up most of the summer. So, in that note, I'm asking for some Autumn/Winter prompts/ideas in my box if you want to request please! Thank you for the support of this fic, and I'll see you all soon!

Wordcount: 2.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

There was just something about Joe that you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. One month since that incident in Paris, and you haven’t seen your team since you fired them. One month since you haven’t heard from Skyler or any of them. The rumors had died down, but it was still out there. You couldn’t seem to escape the paparazzi outside your house whenever you needed to go out and grab something at the store. You couldn’t seem to escape the horrible articles and tweets that everyone would say about you. 

“You should delete those apps.” Joe had suggested on FaceTime one night. “It will just mess with your brain even more.”

Joe had been there for you since Paris. He had been FaceTiming you almost every night even when he was busy filming in London. Even when he finished long hours on set, he still didn’t miss to even just send a text message to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between the two of you. You knew that Joe had said that he wanted to be friends but how come it felt like there was something more? How come it felt like you knew there was something there, but you just weren’t sure if Joe felt the same too. Maybe he really wanted to be just friends. That was all. 

“I have been thinking about what to do with this career.” You told Joe, ignoring the suggestion that he just told you.

“Oh, yeah?” Joe smiled, raising his brow. 

His curly hair was all disheveled. He just woke up, and he had FaceTimed you right away. He was still in his bed, and he looked adorable looking like that in the morning. 

“Whatever you decide, I will support you, especially if it helps you mentally.” Joe added. 

You gave him a warm smile and stared at him for a moment through the screen. Your mind recalled the little scenario that happened the next morning back in Paris last month. You knew you shouldn’t be overthinking it, but what if you were right? What if your emotions weren’t betraying you this time? 

Alex had been calling Joe non-stop all night, but he had ignored it because he knew he was going to get an earful from him after ditching the movie premiere. He could handle that tomorrow morning when he was ready to face Alex. When morning came, Joe had found himself awake early in the morning. The sun was slowly rising, and he found you asleep peacefully next to him. He couldn’t help but stare at you, studying your facial features. 

Your long lashes, the sun reflecting through the window and reflecting through your soft butterfly skin. The way you looked so peaceful when you were asleep. Joe couldn’t help but gently grazed his fingers on your cheek. 

Beautiful. He thought. 

Stirring in your sleep, you carefully fluttered your eyes open and gazed up at Joe, who was looking down at you with a smile. You rubbed the sleep in your eyes as you gave him a sleepy smile.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi.” Joe smiled, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 

He has never seen you like this. He kept thinking how you looked so different without the façade that you have put up. He kept thinking how you looked so relaxed and happier without it. 

“I don’t think I have woken up this peaceful in a long time.” You murmured, sitting up on the bed. 

Joe caressed your back softly and smiled, “As much as I love to stay, I have to go. Alex has been looking for me.”

You nodded your head in understanding as Joe slid himself off the bed. Following right behind him and towards the door, you gently touched his arm, making him pause in his tracks.

“I just want to say thank you for yesterday and for… staying.” You said. 

Joe smiled, brushing a strand of hair and tucking it in behind your ear. “I’m your friend, remember?”

Seeing the twinkle in your eyes, Joe embraced you tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he planted a soft kiss on your temple. Pulling away from the hug, you found your face just inches away from his. His chocolate button eyes staring deeply into yours and suddenly, you could feel something shift between the both of you. 

Joe’s chest was heaving as he breathed heavily, and your heart was racing a million miles per hour. You watched as Joe closed his eyes, his nose gently grazing over yours. Hitching a breath, you carefully

 closed your eyes, your fingers gently running down his cheek.

“Joe…” You whispered.

He didn’t say anything as his lips gently grazed over yours. A soft gasp escaped from you and before you could press your lips against his, you were interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. Smiling softly, you pulled away and cleared your throat. You could see the pink that flushed in Joe’s cheeks as he reached for his phone in his back pocket. 

“They’re looking for you.” You said, looking down on the floor, hiding the blush that was slowly creeping up on your face.

A shy smile tugged on Joe’s lips, “Yeah, I have to go. Call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

You nodded your head and walked him out the door. That was the last time you physically saw Joe. Ever since then, you two have been FaceTiming or texting each other. That moment was never brought up in your conversation, so you told yourself that it was nothing. However, the soft graze of his lips still lingered on your lips, and your mind kept recalling what could have happened if his phone didn’t ring that day. You kept asking yourself if it was just in the moment or maybe, there really was something. 

Shaking out the memories from your mind, you focused your eyes on the road as you drove towards the studio. You had called an important meeting with your team. You felt the knot formed in your stomach as you arrived closer to your destination. You haven’t seen them or haven’t heard from them in a month, and you didn’t know what their reactions would be the moment you would walk into that room. 

But you have made your decision. 

This has been in your mind for a long time now and this time, you were going to go through with it. No more backing out or having second thoughts. This was what you have been wanting. This was what you needed right now. Swallowing all the guilt and different emotions that were caught in your throat, you arrived at the studio with your head held up high. 

For some reason, the thought of Joe was making you braver right now. 

Walking down the hall, you exhaled a sharp breath before entering one of the conference rooms. Inside, your whole team were chatting amongst each other and as soon as you walked in, the whole room turned eerily quiet. All their eyes were on you as you froze by the doorway for a moment. Your eyes studied each of their faces and then, Skyler’s presence at the back of the room caught your eyes. 

She looked disappointed and angry. 

“What’s all this about?” Skyler asked, her voice was cold. 

You could tell she was still pissed over what you pulled back in Paris and usually, you would feel guilty over it but at this moment, you didn’t care about what she felt. Walking towards the front of the room, you could feel everyone’s eyes following you. 

Exhaling another sharp breath, you said, “This isn’t going to take long. Thank you all for coming.”

Your eyes kept studying everyone’s reactions as you continued and said, “First, I want to apologize for how I have been acting this last year or so. I’ve been going through some things, and I lashed it all out on you.”

Everyone in the room was silent, and the only thing that you could hear was your heart pounding in your chest. It was pounding so hard that it was drumming in your ears, and you could barely hear your voice. Taking a deep breath, you looked down on the floor for a moment to collect yourself before holding your head up high in front of everyone. 

“I’m sorry for throwing things at you back in Paris and most certainly, for firing you all in anger. My actions the last couple years have been nothing but horrible, and I’m sorry for that.”

Cameron finally interrupted the eerie silence in the room by clearing his throat. He slowly raised his hand up like he was a student in a classroom, trying not to interrupt the teacher. You shifted your eyes at him and nodded your head, giving him permission to speak.

“So… are we not fired then?” He asked. 

You smiled softly at Cameron’s harmless question. “I wish I could say that but the decision I have made unfortunately requires you all to look for another job.” 

Murmurs filled the room as everyone turned to each other. They all exchanged worried looks as Skyler stepped forward, her eyes only to you. She looked pissed, but you expected that from her already. 

“What are you talking about?” Skyler snapped. 

Your eyes shifted towards her as the room suddenly died down. 

“I’m quitting acting.” You replied. 

Everyone in the room gasped softly as Skyler barked out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. There was a playful smile on her face as she took another step towards you, her eyes glaring at you. 

“You care too much about your career to be quitting acting.” Skyler argued. 

You shook your head, your expression suddenly turned into a soft one. A small smile appeared on your face. 

“No, I don’t.” You answered. “Actually, I haven’t cared about this for a long time. I need to be on my own for a while. Figure out what I want. Get help.”

Skyler scoffed. You could tell she was just done with you, but you have seen that expression on her face for a while now. You knew she only had been tolerating you, and you now realized that she wasn’t a good friend. She never was your friend. At the end of the day, Skyler only cared about herself and her career. 

“I’ve been trying to save your career and what happens then when you decide to come back, hm? We’re not all going to be here just waiting for you.” 

Looking around the room, you were surprised at how calm you were. You were surprised that you weren’t scared at this moment. You didn’t know what was going to happen in the future, and Skyler was right. Not everyone in this room would be just waiting around for you but for some reason, the unknown was making you calm. It was something that made you ecstatic because for the first time, you weren’t told what to do. 

You could do anything you wanted to. 

Turning back to Skyler, you said, “Honestly, Skyler, if I decided to go back, I wouldn’t hire you back.”

You saw the horrified look on Skyler’s face as soon as those words escaped your mouth. She took a small step back, her eyes filled with hurt, disappointed and offended. 

“You will regret this.” Skyler’s voice was almost a whisper. 

Your eyes stared deep into hers. Your eyes were full of hurt and disappointment. 

“No, actually, I regretted the fact that I believed your lies and thought I could trust you.” You retorted back. 

Skyler was silent as soon as you said those words. You saw her swallow all her emotions, her face all flushed as everyone else murmured to each other. Looking back at everyone else, you gave them a small thankful smile.

“Thank you again, and I’m truly sorry for everything.” You said. 

Right before you could walk out the door, you glanced over to Skyler one more time before completely walking out of the room. You let your feet lead you quickly down the hall and out the double doors of the studio, air catching your lungs as soon as you walked out. You breathed deeply, gazing up at the blue sky, the sun beaming down your face. 

You felt freedom greeted you as you closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled the Spring air. You didn’t feel anything but relief as you walked back towards your car. You couldn’t help but smile at yourself. You couldn’t help but feel proud for finally saying what you feel and for finally choosing the happiness that you deserve. 

The freedom that you deserved.

“Oh, c’mon. That’s mad.” Joe shook his head in frustration as he watched one of his shows on the television. 

He had finally found time to do laundry and catch up on his shows. As he was folding his clothes, he shook his head at the sudden revelation on the television. He had been busy filming, and he finally had a couple of days of free time to do the things he needed to do around his place. 

Putting away the last of his clothes in the closet, he glanced towards the window and saw that it was starting to pour again. Sighing, he made his way to the kitchen to make himself some soup. It was supposed to be almost Summer, but the weather in London had been gloomy and rainy. It wasn’t like that wasn't new anymore. He just missed the sun lately. 

His thoughts were interrupted on the sudden knock on his door. Glancing at the clock, Joe knitted his brows and wondered who was knocking at his door at this hour. It was late at night, and it was pouring outside. Making his way to the front door, he swung the door open and found you standing in front of him. 

“Hi.” You gave him a smile.

Your raincoat was soaking wet, and you were holding an umbrella with your luggage next to you. Immediately, Joe grabbed your luggage and pulled you inside before the rain could make you any more wet. His eyes widened, blinking and processing that you were actually here.

“Wh…What are you doing here?” Joe asked, confused and shocked.

“I um…” You cleared your throat, took your raincoat off and hung it by the door. “I quit. I talked to them yesterday.” 

Joe was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that you were standing right in front of him. 

At this hour. 

In this weather. 

“H…How do you feel?” Joe asked.

“Like I could do anything I want without anyone stopping me.” You smiled, running your fingers through your wet hair. 

Joe suppressed a chuckle as he took a step forward to you, his brows still furrowed. 

“And you decided to come to London?” 

Exhaling a sharp breath, you gazed up at him. Yes, you felt relieved and free from the industry that has been bringing you down for the last couple years. Though, there was one more question in your head that still needed to be answered. There was one more thing that you wanted to know before you could finally move forward. 

“Actually…” You looked down at your feet for a moment, a shy smile plastered on your face. “There’s one more thing I actually had to do here in London.”

Joe saw the look in your eyes, and he knew exactly what you were doing here. He knew exactly why you had flown to London and was at his front step at this god awful hour in this god awful weather. Taking a step forward, Joe slid his arm around your waist, his index finger on your chin, lifting up your head. Your eyes caught his brown eyes sparkling as he smiled at you lovingly. 

“Oh? What’s that?” Joe asked, a playful smile tugging on his lips. 

“This.” You murmured before pressing your lips against his. 

Smiling through the kiss, Joe pulled your body against his, his fingers running through your wet hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and letting yourself savor this moment. Parting from the kiss after a few moments, the both of you panted as Joe pressed his forehead against yours. 

You grinned happily and said, “I don’t wanna be just friends.”

Joe grinned widely, setting a hand on your cheek and caressing it softly. 

“Good, because I don’t either.” 

You laughed softly as you pressed your lips against his again. Joe smiled through the kiss as he pulled you close in his arms and curled his fingers on the back of your head, kissing you lovingly and tenderly. You didn’t know what was going to happen next. You knew everything was unknown, and you knew that you eventually had to face the things from your past. 

However, you also knew that Joe would be with you every step of the way. He would be there to accept you and understand you through your lightest and darkest days. 

Parting from the kiss, Joe cupped your face between his hands and kissed your forehead so softly. You knew there were still so many challenges that you both will face but right now, all you wanted was to blissfully enjoy what you and Joe have. 

Just blissfully enjoy this newfound freedom and love that you have. 

The End.

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[juneknight]

.Be Lost. || 2.5

Chapter 1 | Chapter 1.5 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 2.5

Next chapter is the last.

*

His grin is broad, beatific. It turns teasing almost right away. He leans down and brushes his nose against yours before releasing your wrists and rolling off of you. 

“I want to be just friends for just a while longer,” he admits in a whisper. “Throughout dinner. There’s something important I need to tell you.” 

*

‘There’s something important I need to tell you’. Have more infamous words ever been spoken, besides ‘we need to talk’? His sentence infuses you with dread and a strange calm all at once. This is it. The other shoe is about to drop. Marc deciding that he doesn’t want to dominate you will be the best-case-scenario outcome. 

Worst case scenario? He’s already done too much with you to salvage the friendship, and you both will have to part ways. Maybe that’s what he meant by wanting to stay just friends for a while longer. All these thoughts spin in your brain like a cyclone, sucking up your sanity while you pick at your entree at the (expensive) restaurant Marc insisted on bringing you to for dinner. Your hand is clammy where you are clutching your fork. You consider stabbing yourself with it to end the dinner early. 

It isn’t the worst dinner you’ve ever had together (that honor goes to the miserable time you and Marc had tried double dating, each of you bringing a lackluster date and spending the whole time—as you understood it now—fuming when the other showed any hint of affection towards their partner). But this is close. So close. 

Even Marc seems nervous. He is quiet(er). He clears his throat every now and then like he is about to say something, but then just reaches for his wine and takes another sip. When he cuts himself off after one glass and moves on to water, he drinks nearly two entire glasses thanks to this procrastination-sipping. You want to scream. Go ahead and say it! Break my heart already! Just get it over with. 

When he insists on dessert, you can’t take it anymore. Over dark chocolate cake with chocolate ganache, you sit your fork down and say: 

“What is it?”

“Have you ever seen the birds outside your window?” he blurts out. You stare. He clears his throat. Another sip of water. “At your apartment. On your balcony, you have a bird feeder. I just—do you ever stop and watch the birds?” 

“Yes,” you say, twisting your napkin in your lap. “Hence the bird feeder. Why—?” 

“You have this one bird that comes back often. It’s a house sparrow—I looked it up. House sparrows are like most birds, where the males are all beautiful and the females are more plain. Except this one bird. She had a bib, like the males do, but her’s was a downy gray instead of black. She came back every day. Multiple times a day, sometimes. Maybe she had babies that she was raiding your feeder for, I don’t know. 

“But I started talking to her about you while you were gone. Because I missed you. And I always miss you when you go away during the winter, don’t get me wrong, but this time…Well I had to talk to that fucking bird, or I would have—yes, another water would be fine, thank you—” 

You glare at the waiter’s back, irritated by the interruption. Something about this strange tangent has your attention. Maybe it’s the serious expression in Marc’s eyes, marred only by a hint of something sharper. Desperation, maybe. Maybe that’s what makes his words string together, turns him into a rambler. Still, you would have him see this through. 

“Go on,“ you coax. 

“I started talking to that fucking bird, because I couldn’t call you all day, and if I didn’t talk to something, I’d go crazy. I told her all about you. The way your skin gets lit up at night when you fall asleep while we’re watching television, colors changing blue, red, brown, white with whatever is on the screen. I told her about how you can’t let your food groups touch when they’re on your plate. I told her how you laugh so hard sometimes that you snort, and that those are always my favorite laughs.” 

“This bird knows all my secrets then,” you murmur. “I hope she doesn’t work for the government.” 

“All birds work for the government. I told her about my day. Work. Friends. Traffic. Dreams. Besides our every-other-night phonecalls, this…fucking…bird was the highlight of my day. I mean that unirionically.” 

“I’m starting to get jealous.” 

“And then one day she was gone,” says Marc. “She missed the morning rush. I sat on your bed, looking out at the balcony, waiting. And she never came. She never came back. I didn’t realize it until sunset, when she’d missed dinner, that I’d wasted my entire day off waiting. That whatever happens to birds—wherever she went when she wasn’t with me—she was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

“That made me think of you. Going away from me, going wherever birds go. Taking all these pieces of me with you, and never coming back with them. You have those, you know. Pieces of me. So many pieces. I’d say that I have one last one to give you, but—” he snorts softly, looking down at his plate, “—you’ve had my heart already.

“And I don’t mind leaving them with you. I don’t mind you leaving. I know your work is important, and that you love it. I just want to know that you’ll always come back. I want you to have a reason to always come back—to me.”

“What are you saying?” you wonder, eyes wide as moons, mouth feeling a little numb. It almost sounds like he’s—

“I’m in love with you. I don’t want tonight to be a one-and-done, and I don’t just want the sex—yes, thank you, the check is fine—-” 

“I’m sorry,” you say to the waiter, holding up a finger. “Could you give us a moment without interruptions? Very important conversation. I apologize—thanks! You…you don’t want the sex?” 

“I don’t just want the sex. Important distinction,” says Marc. He laughs a little, but it sounds weak, punched-out. “You’re scaring me a little. Everytime I went over it in my head, you said it back straightaway. Then there was usually a spontaneous firework show, maybe some birds—” 

“Doves?”

“House sparrows.” 

“Marc—” you get shy suddenly. He’s opened himself up to you, fulfilled your wildest dreams (except the thought of Marc Spector loving you was so wild that it hadn’t even been in your dreams), but the idea of opening yourself up in return was terrifying. Couldn’t he just…tell? “Come on. You have to know…” 

Marc’s jaw gets tight. His eyes fall to his plate. “I didn’t. I thought—maybe I’ve just been seeing things. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fucking—God, I’ve gone and fucked it all up, haven’t I?” 

“No—Marc, you aren’t getting it. The way you feel—it’s the way I feel, too,” you admit, nearly at a whisper, so quiet that he is leaning closer to you across the table straining to hear your words. “I’ve felt this way all this time. A long time before I even let myself realize it. It’s always been you. It would break my heart if all that happened tonight was amazing, kinky sex—excuse me, I just said—!”

The waiter clears his throat. He brandishes a bottle of wine from behind his back. “For new love. On the house.” 

“Is it corked?” Marc asks, his eyes on your own. There is something dark in his eyes, something that makes your mouth go dry in an instant and your hands clench into fists in your lap.

“Yes, sir.” 

“We’ll take it to go.”

*

Marc goes to open your car door for you but instead crowds you against it right there in the parking lot, one hand braced on the window beside you and the other on your hip. His body throws off warmth, and you find yourself arching away from the cool metal of the car against his body, all the breath rushing out of you in a whoosh. 

“Listen,” Marc says, leaning in to nuzzle against your temple. “You have to tell me now if you have any doubts. If you do, we’ll get in the car and I’ll drive you back to your apartment, and tomorrow night I’ll take you on another date like nice normal people do when they’re in love. But if you don’t, if you get in this car, you’ll belong to me. You know that, don’t you? Your body—”

“I want it, Marc, I want it,” you breathe. “I don’t have any doubts, I promise—”

He reaches up and grips your chin firmly, pressing your lower jaw up until your teeth clench together. His thumb rests over the seam of your lips, locking them closed. Something about the simple act makes you whine in the back of your throat. “At, At. It’s my turn to talk, yeah? Be a good girl and wait your turn. 

“If you get in this car, then for tonight you’re mine. Your body, your mind. Your words and your actions. Your sounds. Your pleasure. All of it will be mine to do with as I see fit. And I’ll treat you so fucking good honey. So goddamn good. Because I know that’s how good of a girl you’d be for me. So what’s it gonna be?” He lets go of your mouth. 

“My safeword is wine.” 

He sucks in a breath through his teeth, lips thinning. He nods, like he knew it was headed this direction. His hand drops and finds the handle of the car door, and but he doesn’t open it. Not yet. 

“One condition,” he says. “Non-negotiable.” 

Anxious, you say: “What is it?” 

“We kiss first. Here. Now. While we’re still just us.” 

“Yes,” you whisper. “Yes, do it, please—” 

He kisses you, and it’s—wow. There could be fireworks, for all you know, but they’d be coming in second. Second to the taste of wine on Marc’s tongue. Second to the soft firmness of his lips. Second to the way his broad hand cups the back of your head and tilts it just-so, so that he can deepen the kiss the way he likes. Second to the way he starts to smile against your mouth. A smile that turns into a broad grin. 

“Oh my god,” he laughs. “That was the best kiss I’ve ever had.” 

“I found your bird,” you whisper shakily against his mouth. 

He pulls back, startled by your words. “You—what?” 

“Your missing bird,” you say, reaching for his hand. You place it over your racing heart, which feels like the beating of wings beneath his touch. 

[storiesforallfandoms]

look at me ~ bo burnham

word count: 2323

request?: yes!

“so you already know that inside: the outtakes has gotten so many people back into their bo thing. me included. sooooo i was thinking, he’s a big guy, ya know👀 so my lil brain was doin some thinkin (not at all while horny) and it came up with this: bo fucking you in front of a mirror!! he’s holding you up, fucking you from behind, saying things like ‘look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock’. just, please please please do your thing and make this something great🥹”

description: after a long day of filming his special, he finds himself pent up and wanting to release his aggressive sexual energy, so he decides to take his girlfriend in the first place he finds her: in the bathroom in front of the mirror

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two, three)

Bo had a lot of feelings surrounding the filming of his quarantine special. At first he was upset over having to cancel his plans of returning to live performances, but then the idea of filming, editing, directing, lighting, etc., his own special seemed exciting. And getting back into writing comedy felt almost therapeutic. The longer quarantine went on, though, the more his mental health struggled. He was enjoying creating, but he hated that this was how he had to create. And he hated how much he struggled to make everything perfect.

But more than anything, he was unbearably horny. To a point where he was writing extremely horny bits into the special.

It was his own doing really. Bo would spend every day - from the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep - working on the special. Most nights, that was late enough that his girlfriend, (Y/N), would be fast asleep. Other nights, he felt too mentally exhausted to try and initiate sex.

He felt guilty for the quality time he was losing with her by working all day, but (Y/N) was incredibly supportive. She would check on him every day to make sure he was doing okay, occasionally bringing him food so he would eat. She’d get him to take little break every now and then before going back to long hours of working on the special. Bo felt extremely grateful to have her in his life. But man, did he ever miss being intimate with her.

He was sat in this guest house one evening, editing his most recent bit, which was a song about sexting. His mind was on (Y/N) as his own voice played through the speakers. He thought about how badly he wanted to hold her, feel her body against his, her warm walls around him. His horniness was definitely trickling into his work and it was something he needed to fix soon or else he felt like he might explode.

Bo stood and looked out the window that faced towards his house. He could see a light on in the room that belonged to him and (Y/N), signaling that she was still awake. He quickly rushed out of his guest house, leaving the unedited song running.

(Y/N) was in the ensuite bathroom getting ready for bed. She had peaked out to the guest house to check on Bo. The lights were off besides a dull blue light that she assumed was Bo editing another bit. She had sighed to herself before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. As proud as she was of Bo for working on this special all on his own, she really did miss getting to spend time with him. Their bed felt too empty without him.

She was leaned over the sink, washing her face, when she suddenly felt two arms wrap around her. She let out a yelp and stood up quickly to see Bo’s towering figure behind her in the mirror. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, lightly kissing the area, causing her heart to flutter for a different reason.

“Hey,” she said. “You finished up early tonight.”

“I can’t standing being away from you anymore,” he responded. “It’s getting too hard to not have you in my arms.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard,” she teased.

Bo chuckled and grinded his hard, clothed dick against her. “You got me there.”

He continued to kiss her neck as he pressed himself against her. She lulled her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed. His hands moved from around her waist, one going upwards to cup one of her breasts and the other moving down between her legs. Her breath hitched as he teased the waistband of her pajama pants.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hot breath fanning over her ear in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. She nodded in response. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please Bo.”

Bo grinned and nibbled on her ear as his hand dipped under her waistband. He ran a finger through her folds, teasing her clit with a feather-light touch.

“You’re already so wet,” he whispered. “Desperate for me to you, baby?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) whimpered. “I’ve missed your touch so much.”

“I’ve missed touching you. You don’t understand how much I’ve missed having you. I think about being inside of you practically every waking moment, and when I’m sleeping too.”

She moaned as he finally applied pressure to her clit. He rubbed slow circles into the bundle of nerves as he continued to kiss over her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving red marks in his wake that he really hoped would turn into hickies. There was something so hot to him about marking (Y/N) in a way that other people would see and know she was his. He slipped his hand under her shirt to cup and knead at her breasts, one at a time, making her nipples pop out underneath his fingers.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess; putty in Bo’s hands. He was essentially holding her up at that point as she was leaning back against him, her legs wobbling to a point where she wasn’t sure she could stay up much longer.

“Are you close already?” Bo asked. “I can feel you trembling.”

“I-I’m s-so close,” she said.

“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look at me while you cum.”

She pried her eyes open to look into the mirror. Bo’s eyes were staring back at her, dark with lust. It was hard to keep them open as her orgasm washed over her. Her legs just about gave out from under her as she cried out. Bo held her, smirking to himself as she trembled in his arms. He whispered praises into her ear as she came down from her high.

“I need you,” he whispered. “Right here, baby, please.”

“The bed is just a few steps away,” she teased.

“I can’t wait. I’m a slight breeze away from cumming in my pants.”

She giggled and turned her head to kiss him. She reached back to run her hands through his long hair. At first, she wasn’t a fan of the idea of Bo growing out his hair and facial hair, but now, with his beard leaving a tickling sensation in its wake and his long hair giving her something to hold on to, she suddenly loved it.

Bo broke away from the kiss to shove (Y/N) down over the bathroom counter. He pulled her pants and underwear down around her ankles, helping her to step out of them and kicking them off to the side. He let his own pants fall to the floor as well, his hard dick springing free from his pants. He took it in one hand and ran it through (Y/N)’s drenched folds, collecting her slick to use as his own lube. (Y/N) bit down on her lip as she whimpered, but couldn’t contain her moans once Bo pushed the head of his dick against her entrance. He easily slid his cock into her, slowly moving inwards until he was buried at the hilt inside of her. He dropped his head against her back, groaning at the sensation. It was a feeling he had been longing for, and now that he had it he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to last.

He slowly pulled himself out halfway before slowly thrusting back into her again. The head of his dick so easily nudged her g-spot that it made her already shaky legs even more wobbly every time he thrust inwards. She held on to the counter, digging her nails into it with such a grip that she thought she was going to break the counter.

Bo kissed over (Y/N)’s neck and what he could reach of her face again. “Can I start fucking you, princess?”

She nodded, unable to speak. Bo took that as enough of an answer for him this time and started thrusting into her at a quicker speed. He held on to her hips as he slammed into her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. (Y/N)’s mind went blank, the only thing she could think of being Bo, Bo, Bo! She cried out his name, a sound more beautiful than any song Bo had ever heard.

“I might not last long,” he told her. “Do you think you can give me one more before I shoot this hot load inside you, baby?”

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes, yes, yes.”

It became a chant, like that was the only word she knew.

Bo smiled and put his hand around her throat, pulling her up so that she was flush against his chest. He continued thrusting at his brutal pace while reaching his other hand between her legs to rub her clit again.

“Look at how much of a pretty little whore you are for my cock,” he said. “God, you look so fucking hot, falling apart for me like this.”

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head, which clearly was not what Bo wanted. He squeezed her throat slightly, just enough to block her airways and make her lightheaded.

“I said look at me,” he growled into her ear. She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. He smiled at her. “Good girl. Look how fucking good you look, all cock drunk for me like this.”

Her eyes were hooded, threatening to close again, and her mouth was in a permanent “O” shape as her body bounced with every thrust. Bo looked like a man on a mission, watching her face intently as he rubbed ruthlessly at her clit and thrusted hard into her. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, a sight which just drove her further over the edge.

She didn’t have to tell him this time that she was close. Actually, she didn’t even have time to tell him. Her second orgasm hit her quickly and intensely. Her vision clouded for a moment and her entire body felt heavy. Bo wrapped an arm around her lower stomach, keeping her up for his last few thrusts before he also hit his own climax. He buried his head in her neck again, muffled groans tumbling from his lips as he gave a few more shallow thrusts.

They were both panting and sticky with sweat once they finally started coming down from their highs. Bo was reluctant to pull out, but he could feel himself becoming soft and slipping from between her legs. (Y/N) gasped as she felt the hot trail of cum running down her legs.

“Let me clean you up so you can finally lay down,” Bo said.

He reached past her to grab the face cloth she had been using early and ran warm water over it again. Turned her so she was facing him and knelt down in front of her to wipe her legs and between them. He planted a kiss on both of her inner thighs, causing her to twitch a little from overstimulation. When he stood again, he discarded the cloth onto the floor and took (Y/N) into his arms. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to bed.

He laid her down first before crawling into bed next to her. He took her into his arms, reveling in the feeling of her warm body against his. It had been so long since they had been able to fall asleep together. He rarely tried to cuddle her when he came into bed after she had fallen asleep in fear that he would wake her.

“Are you done working for the night then?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft and sheepish.

“Definitely,” he decided. “This takes so much more precipitant than working on that stupid special.”

“Hey, it’s not stupid. I think it’s going to be really good.”

Bo chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You haven’t even seen any of it.”

“I saw that one that was a parody of Drake’s music.”

“Eh, I’m thinking of cutting that one. I don’t even like it all that much.”

“Don’t do that! It’s my favorite one!”

He squeezed her slightly and kissed her again. “Okay, no promises, but I’ll try my best to put it in.”

“Thank you.”

They laid in silence for a while. It was quite comforting. Bo never wanted to leave the bed. He just wanted to hold (Y/N) and lay here in the dark and silence.

“I miss this,” (Y/N) whispered into the silence.

Bo sighed. “Me too. I promise I’ll try not to work too late so that we can have these moments more often. And I promise I’ll try to finish the special soon so that I’m not working on it at all anymore.”

“You don’t have to finish it soon if you don’t feel it’s ready, but I would prefer it if you were here in bed with me when I fell asleep at night. It’s not the same to fall asleep in a lonely bed all by myself.”

“I promise. Now get some sleep. I can tell you’re fighting off the unconsciousness.”

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled to herself. Of course he was right, she felt exhausted now after their bathroom activities. Being curled in his warm embrace didn’t help that matter either. She settled herself next to him and closed her eyes, letting the sleep take hold of her. Bo wasn’t too far behind, placing one last kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep.

[creative-heart]

"Make a wish my darling" Enzo Vogrincic x (fem!) reader

A/N: Hi my lovelies! So, given today's my birthday, Happy bday to me! I wanted to post a little fanfic with the oh so handsome Enzo, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 💜💜🥰🥰🤞🤞 I also apologize if bff's name is the same as yours, feel free to change it 😊

TW: Just a lot of Fluff, Enzo being the best bf ever, a little hint at smut, mostly some talk and thoughts, 3p POV.

Word Count: 1.4kish

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Y/N half wakes up keeping her eyes closed as she rolls on the bed, arms trying to find the handsome man she shares a bed with to lace around his waist, but Enzo is nowhere to be found, she whines and opens one eye to look around the room sitting up on the bed, “En, babe?” she calls out softly, voice still raspy with sleep. She huffs at  the lack of response from the dark haired man and lets herself fall back on the bed covering her eyes with one arm for a short minute. 

She hasn’t even realized what day it is, her birthday has had no special meaning to her for years, just another regular day. Enzo hated the relationship his girlfriend had with her birthday, to him, it was the most important day of the year, seeing as how that was the date perfection made person had entered this earth, so he was set on making it the most special day ever for Y/N.

Enzo moves around the kitchen swiftly, humming softly to himself as he makes the gorgeous sleeping woman upstairs her favourite breakfast - brown cinnamon sugar french toast, a mocha and some orange juice-. He woke up early today, went out to the florist to get Y/N the most gorgeous tulip bouquet- it was always tulips, she loved how colorful they were- he then made his way to the cake shop, to make sure they would be delivering the birthday cake he had ordered for her, later on that day to Pipe’s house, they had decided to throw her a surprise party at his place as it was the one with the biggest garden. When he got home he had made sure she was still sleeping, and started making her breakfast to take to bed.

The dark haired guy wants to make this tradition, breakfast in bed with flowers, a showering of gifts, from whatever she’s got in her Amazon cart and or whislist, to anything he’s seen her looking at a second too long through the window of any shop and a book, always a book. Y/N loves reading and is always in need of something new to graze her brain with. He’s so far in his own world, dancing around the kitchen lightly that he doesn’t even hear Y/N coming down the stairs, she sees him and rests her body against the kitchen island “didn’t know you were a dancer on top of being an actor my love” she chuckles lightly. He jolts slightly and turns around surprised, seeing her.

“Noo, you’re supposed to still be asleep princess” he whines coming over to place a quick kiss on her lips, before making her turn around and go back upstairs.

“Wha-why? I’m hungry and I can smell the french toast” she whines giving him her best puppy dog eyes- god those eyes, he’d do anything for those pretty hazel eyes-  but turns her back around.

“No, today it’s breakfast in bed for the birthday girl” he leans over her and whispers in her ear “Happy Birthday my love”.

Y/N frowns and crosses her arms definitely not liking this attention “no, I WILL NOT be having breakfast in bed, come on En, you know I hate my birthday, can’t we make it a normal day?” she sighs as his boyfriend shakes his head, the most boyish, devilish, loveliest grin on his face.

“I know you do, and I’ve made it my life’s mission to make you love this day once again, but I can give into breakfast down here”, he hugs her tightly bringing her into his chest and kissing the top of her head long as he feels the blonde woman wrap her arms around his waist nodding softly.

As the day goes on, he makes sure to repeat to Y/N happy birthday every 5 minutes, giving her a present for each year of life. They’ve been sitting on the couch for a while now, as she opens the last of the presents, a weirdly wrapped box, Y/N gives Enzo a confused look as she tears the paper open revealing a container with several little holes on it and looks back at it “what is this love?” she asks confusion evident in her tone as she opens it with a gasp and teary eyes, seeing the tiny calico kitten and picking it up out of the cardboard carrier “are you serious Enzo? oh god, I can’t believe it, she’s absolutely adorable, look at that little face” she coos in a soft tone as to not scare the kitten a few happy tears rolling down her face.

“Of course I’m serious honey, I know how badly, and for how long you’ve wanted a cat, and she just looked perfect at the shelter, I couldn’t resist, you should give her a name” his smile brighter than ever looking at the love of his life beam like a 5 year old on christmas morning.

“She’s Harlow, little Harley” she wipes the tears from her cheeks and kisses the top of the cat’s head “mama loves you little Harley” Y/N leans back against her boyfriend’s chest as Harlow makes herself at home on her lap.

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Y/N looks at, well she more like stares at Enzo through the reflection in her vanity mirror while he gets ready for wherever he’s taking her this evening, of course he has said nothing about the place, or event.- I could very well not go anywhere right now and just bring him over here and..Make up, focus Y/N- “baby…” she says in the most seductive way she can master right now “where are we going?” she bats her lashes at her boyfriend, and for a moment she almost had him, before he chuckles shaking his head.

“Already told you it’s a surprise, and as much as I would want to stay here, and take that sexy fucking dress off you…we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry my love, so please, don’t try this” he places a long kiss on her cheek and walks downstairs still buttoning his shirt. He laughs as he hears Y/N huff loudly at his response.

Not long after Y/N finally walks downstairs, while getting her earrings on, black satin mini dress on, matching high heels and her hair in the most exquisite high pony tail. Enzo looks up from his phone as he was arranging the last details for the party and looks over at his girlfriend, eyes immediately darkening at the sight biting his lower lip, taking an extra moment to scan the gorgeous woman in front of him- those goddamn legs are gonna be the end of me- he thinks to himself. Y/N catches him staring and smirks “changed your mind Vogrincic?” she states in a low teasing tone and laughs at the growl she gets in response. Grabbing her bag she holds his hand making their way to the car.

Y/N looks out the window as they drive, Enzo’s hand on its natural place on her inner thigh. She frowns in confusion as they park outside Pipe’s house “what are we doing here?” she looks at Enzo.

“I just need to pick something up babe, come on, let’s go and we can be on our way” he smiles innocently and gets out wrapping his arm around his girlfriend’s waist making their way in.

“SURPRISEEE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N” a chorus comprised of the whole cast, plus Y/N’s friends comes at her like a million waves as soon as they step into the house and she freezes in her step looking around before looking up at Enzo with teary eyes.

“Did you-Did you know?”she whispers and sheds a tear at his nod and proud smile “you planned this” she keeps whispering and looks over as her best friend Bella walks over with the most gorgeous birthday cake- decorated with pastel buttercream tulips all over-, candles lit as everyone singing happy birthday to her. Y/N stands there hand over her mouth trying not to keep crying so that she won’t ruin her makeup and looks around before looking at the cake.

Enzo keeps his firm arm wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist and leans in whispering in her ear “make a wish my darling”. She closes her eyes, trying to think of what to wish for, taking some time to finally realize, everything she could have ever wished for is right there, in front of her, the most loving boyfriend, a huge group of friends who would do anything to see her smile, and the first birthday that she’s truly enjoyed, for this time, it wasn’t spent alone on a huge solitairy house, but surrounded by love and laughter.

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A/N: Oh What I'd give to spend my bday with that man loving on me 🥰😍

@madame-fear @cyliarys-starlight

[worldsetfree]

Stardust Crusaders × Reader: Motion Pictures

(+ bonus card at the bottom of the cereal box!)

Finally, you and your travelling band of troubadours have arrived at a hotel for the first time in days. It's early in the evening, everybody's exhausted, so you decide to retire to your rooms early and decompress. But you want to take some time, either with the group or your special someone and unwind with a movie.

(Trying to stay as canon-compliant as possible, so only movies that came out in or before 1988. Enjoy! Feedback welcome.)

I. THE MAGICIAN

Muhammad Avdol hasn't watched a lot of movies tbh. Down for most anything. Spending time with you is the true privilege.

Tbh I am struggling so much with picking a movie for him. His favourite movie canonically is Midnight Run, so maybe he'd recommend something like From Russia With Love?

I think he would let you pick if it was only the two of you and just be happy for the time together. He is the sweetest of men.

Respectfully tender. You want to share a blanket? You want snacks? You want to kiss? He's prepared and willing for anything.

Toasty warm if you want to cuddle. Leaves him delightly flustered.

V. THE HIEROPHANT

Omg this bean. 💕 Kakyoin Noriaki wants you to watch something that is of great personal significance to him but he's fearful of rejection.

He'll pick something a little bit artsy (and maybe pretentious), but something he holds dear to his heart. But it's Kakyoin, and he's also kind of a weirdo. He's gonna pick something a little out there like Blade Runner. The Princess Bride?

Please, bear with him. He's doing his best. Does the movie fit the vibe? Maybe not. But it's about being next to you.

Wants to cuddle, is too nervous to ask. You're gonna have to be the bold one here.

Watch his face flush to match his hair if you pull him in close and kiss his cheek. He's gonna want to do this every night from now on.

VII. THE CHARIOT

Oh Lord, Jean Pierre Polnareff has been waiting for this moment. He wants to fall in love. This is his chance to woo you, mademoiselle.

Already has a running list of appropriately romantic movies. Settles on Dirty Dancing (he is incorrigible). He doesn't actually care about the movie, this is all just a scheme to set the mood.

Chatty as fuck during the movie. Sweet nothings in your ear and distracted commentary on the movie. His stream of consciousness, really. Wants to see you blush.

Offers to let you sit/put your head in his lap. C'est magnifique if you take him up on that.

He is a gentleman, he won't try anything you don't want. He is going to ask to kiss you, though. Even if it's not the first time you've kissed today. He can't help himself.

IX. THE HERMIT

Joseph Joestar is either trying to inspire the group with some big moral lesson or he's leaning on his comfort films in private with you. No in-between.

"Comfort films" means Indiana Jones. That's it. There's a new one coming out next year, you know? You'll go see it with him, right? He's just as handsome as Sean Connery!

He's gonna try the ol' big yawn and stretch into holding you trick. Thinks he's slick.

Somehow he's already eaten the snacks. Pest. Will get more if you ask nicely.

The type of man who waits til you're very engrossed in the movie, then distracts you by kissing your neck. Success may vary. What do you mean Indiana Jones doesn't get you in the mood?

XVII. THE STAR

Good grief, why do you have to do this right now? Kujo Jotaro is tired and wants to sleep. You're so needy.

(He's thrilled by the idea and would love to turn his brain off for a night).

In front of the guys, he wants to watch some cool action movie. Top Gun? Yojimbo? More of a cinephile than he lets on. In private, he is more comfortable being the dork we know he is. Might suggest detective fiction or a documentary.

Adores these quiet moments of respite. Will play with your hair. Pamper him a little bit with soft affection and see his brows finally relax right before your eyes.

Will end up falling asleep on your shoulder, with his arms wrapped around you. Will beat up anybody that tries to tease him about it. RIP Joseph

0. THE FOOL

(He's a dog. Obviously platonic)

You're done. Fuck these guys. Fuck this whole trip. They have tried your patience for the last time today.

You and Iggy will cuddle up on a soft hotel bed and watch a Disney movie or something and have a self-care night.

Do a face mask. Realign your chakras. Enjoy strange flavours of gum. Live your best life.

Iggy is suprisingly okay with this turn of events. He lays in your lap and lets you pet him. Finally, he has found peace.

The men are distraught grumpy about missing out on this. Open the door, please. They're sorry, they promise they won't fuck up and do any stupid shit without listening to you again. Please!

Bonus Card:

IV. THE EMPORER

Baby, he's never wanted to do anything more in his life. He swears! Hol Horse loves taking time to unwind with you!

You already know this man is going to try to charm you with a spaghetti western. Fistful of Dollars it is.

THIS AIN'T HIS FIRST RODEO. He's already got all the pieces together to make this a proper romantic night. Popcorn? Check. Comfy seating? Check. Cologne? Check. Handsome smile? Baby, you're screwed.

Takes it slow, lets you make the first move. Will make you swoon.

Like a bandit, he is gone in the morning, with a note telling you he'll be back again soon and to keep him in your heart. ♡

[thehyperfixationspeedrunner]

This is me trying

On ao3 too

Summary: It's been a month since what Cardan has been calling the "reptile accident" when he decides to get up before Jude, not knowing the consequences.

OR these two are traumatised and they may not acknowledge it, but I will.

Trigger warnings (already put in the tags but I'm not sure if I did it right so better safe than sorry): panic attack, cussing

It's weird how easily you fall into routine. It's barely been a month since what Cardan has started calling the "reptile accident" or the one he likes best "revealing his true form" (although that one isn't used in front of Jude, she's not sure why but she prefers it that way). Anyway, it's been a month since Cardan has been transformed into a snake, since Cardan and Jude has started to live together as the King and Queen of Elfhame but they have already established a routine, even if neither of them has noticed it until today.

Jude is always the first to wake up - Jude was raised by a general and Cardan by a prince, so that part is obvious. She dresses first, giving Mr. Lazy time to sleep, and then she wakes up sleeping beauty even though he always complains that while there aren't people busting into the room saying he's late, she's waking him up early. He never says he hates it. Jude suspects is because he can't lie. From then, Jude orders breakfast while Cardan dresses up, and they eat together before having to deal with their royal obligations.

Today, however, was different. Shockingly, Jude was able to have some good 6 hours of sleep and woke up a bit disoriented. See, this is the bad part about sleeping a lot. When you wake up, your senses take a while to turn on. That's definitely the reason why Jude barely sleeps, at least that's what she tells everyone when they ask her. Because of that, she took a bit to notice that she was alone in bed, which triggered something in her brain. She instantly gets out of bed and starts to look in every corner of their room repeating to herself that everything is fine, Cardan just woke up earlier and is dressing up or putting the hundred of layers that he puts every morning because "I know I look impressive naturally but I am the High King, Jude, I have to look perfect". Except he is nowhere to be found.

See, a small but important part of this quickly created routine was when Jude woke up and she would always look to the side and see Cardan relaxed and asleep, would look at his chest rise and fall and make sure that, yes, he's alive and, no, this last month was not a fever dream, he really is here. Without that confirmation, Jude is starting to spiral, and the fact that Cardan is not in the room doesn't help.

She tries to take a deep breath. She's the High Queen goddammit, she can't panic every time a minor routine change happens. But the truth is that she cannot take the deep breath. She cannot even take a small breath. She's pretty sure she's not breathing at all. But she has to because Cardan needs her. Jude goes through her options: one, he did wake up earlier, got knocked off in the room but somewhere hidden where she didn't check; two, he got knocked off somewhere in the castle and his unconscious body is lying there; three, he got abducted while he slept; four... Maybe last month was a fever dream. No, she is not going to think about option four.

While she does a more precise search through their room, she also tries to think of who would do this. He's the King of Elfhame, so it's obvious that he has a lot of enemies, but she is not remembering anyone who's this mad at him right now. However, her hands are trembling and there's still not enough air reaching her lungs, so maybe her memory is not the best at the moment. You were almost deadly stabbed before the incident.

Ok, he is not in the room, so option number two. This one is not the most likely. If someone knocked him off, they wouldn't just leave him in the middle of the corridor, and Faes don't just slip, so he couldn't have knocked himself out. Besides the palace is huge, it would take too long to search. Maybe you were less healed than you thought. Option number three it is. There are three windows in the room. The climb is hard but not impossible, she has done it herself while having a major injury. A major injury that could have been infected. Jude shakes her head and checks the three windows. None of them is broken and they are all locked from the inside, like they were when they went to sleep, which she knows because she always checks that before going to bed. Unless the person was a master spy (which is an option), she doesn't know how someone pulled that of. The other way into the room is through the door, so she quickly opens it, revealing two knights part of her security.

"Was there any disturbance last day?" She would be surprised that her voice somehow didn't fail if she was at all worried with that right now.

"We heard or seen nothing different than usual, your majesty."

"Have you fallen asleep or abandoned your post anytime during your shift?" The knights were visibly offended by that, but she had to clear all her options.

"No, your majesty. Is everyth-" Having her answers, Jude closes the door, leaving the knights to their jobs. If she was in her right mind she would have noticed that she was still in her bed clothes, her hair was mess, the room was worse and her hands still trembled and her breath was still labored. But she was not her in her right mind. Cardan is missing- He was not here at all. Her husband is missing and she is going to find him. Maybe he was taken outside their bedroom and there is going to be some kind of clue outside of it.

She is about to open the door again when a thought crosses her mind. The lover's bedroom. There is a pathway between that room and the High King and Queen's room. That is how whoever took Cardan got in. No one got in. Hallucinations caused by infections are common, at least for mortals. She slides through the pathway towards the other bedroom but is met with a similar scenario. No window was broken and all of them are closed from the inside, same with the door, no signs of breaking. Stop looking for what you won't find. You know you can barely remember anything after cutting Cardan's head off. It was the serpents head. You know that's the same thing. There was a battlefield where you broke down. You could have easily been stabbed. I would remember it. Would you? Sometimes, our mind purposely forgets traumatic memories. You could have passed out. No. You could have dreamt. Stop. Cardan is dead and you have been feeding yourself this fantasy because you can't deal with the guilt. STOP. You killed him and now you're living in a world without him and you'll keep living in it because that's the reality. I SAID STOP.

Jude. The sound of something breaking. She can't do it. She can't go back to those three days. She can't live without Cardan's mockery. She can't live without his laugh. She can't.

JUDE. She's shaking now, or someone is shaking her, she's not lucid enough to understand. God, he's her anchor. She doesn't know what to do without him. She wants to go back to sleep. She wants to go back to their routine. She wants to hear him complain about waking up early again. She wants to feel his fingers playing with her hair again. She wants-

JUDE! Cardan. She opens her eyes (since when were they closed?) and faces the love of her life's face. He looks adorably worried, full make up and hair nicely treated. She can't help but smile. "Cardan" she whispers, trying not to force her voice tired from screaming and crying (curious, she doesn't remember that). She puts her head in the space between his neck and shoulder and he starts rubbing circles on her back. "Stay" she pleads. Because that's what she's doing, pleading to the universe to let her stay in this fever dream, to have more time with Cardan, even if it isn't real, even if he's dead, even if that's her fault and there's just her to blame.

"Always" and that pisses her off. Because that's what Cardan would say, that's how Cardan looks, that's how Cardan acts and this mind prison has no right to be this close to reality.

"Liar" she spits. He looks mostly confused and a bit hurt but she doesn't care, this isn't real so nothing fucking matters.

"Jude, I would never abandon you-"

"But you did!" she's close to screaming now, but she doesn't care, her voice was cracking, but it doesn't matter. She has to get this out. "You abandoned me for three days because of that prophechy bullshit. You left me to rule Elfhame while simultaneously dealing with the schemings that my father and the frozen royalty was fucking doing and the fact that the love of my life was a goddam snake and then I, and I-" she can't get it out, she still can't believe it.

"You saved me."

"I killed you." she is fully sobbing now, but she can't stop. She gets up (she was sitting down?) and keeps going "You're dead and this is just a manifestation from my brain, because somewhere else I'm also dying and I hope I do because I can't live in a world where you're not. I physically will not be able to continue without you!" She sinks into the floor using the bed as support and Cardan sits in front of her. He has a puzzled expression in his face. They stay some time in silence, Jude catching her breath and Cardan trying to put pieces together.

"Why do you think I'm not real?" he finally asks, his voice tiny as if he's afraid of the answer.

"You weren't there." Jude matches his tone. "When I woke up. I always check to make sure you're there because if you are, then that means you're real and I'm not dreaming. At first, I thought you were kidnapped. That's why I'm here, I thought this was how whoever took you got in."

"My wife, scheming even when she's panicking." he's looking at her with that adoration in his eyes that never fails to take her breath away. "Let's keep scheming, shall we?" He looks at her, waiting for an answer so she nods. "You say that you are dreaming, you're in this coma and you can't wake up. Well, let's test this theory. Did you know that you can't read in dreams?" Another nod. Cardan gets up, picks a book from the bedside table and hands it to her. "Well, can you read?" The answer is yes. The book was a mortal romance that she was sure she had seen in Cardan's hands. That meant that this was real, Cardan was here and she hadn't killed him. Immediate relief washed over and with that came more tears that she hadn't noticed when they stopped. God, she was a mess. This is ridiculous, she is being ridiculous. Trying to look less like she just had a mental breakdown over nothing Jude attempts to clean the tears that don't stop. Of course this is reality, of course Cardan just woke up earlier and went to do god knows what. She's the fucking High Queen and she can't stand when her husband is out earlier, can't keep a cool head, can't-

"Stop." Cardan gently takes the hands that are trying to hide the tears that keep coming, why don't they stop? "Don't do that." His tone is gentle but secure and so goddamn grounding, how does he do it?

"Do what?"

"Close yourself. I could see the moment you realised that this was the reality because that was the moment the mask came back on. You're probably thinking that you don't have the right to feel this way because you can't show weaknesses or whatever bullshit your mind thinks of." Sometimes it's scary how well he knows her. "Don't close yourself from me." He is rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand and it feels so right, everything about him feels so right.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." His tone is becoming more frustrated. "This is obviously bothering you, but I had no idea and because of my ignorance you just had a fucking panic attack." Her eyebrows went up. "I may have been reading about mortal psychology, but that's not important, what's important is," he moves his hands to cup her face and cleans the tears - that have finally stopped - with his thumb. "You don't have to pretend with me."

"You're one to talk." She retaliates but doesn't push him away. "You haven't said another word about those three days since I asked what it was like being a snake on the same day you stopped being one." Cardan laughs because he's Cardan and he laughs when he's nervous and he is not the only one who knows the other too well, she can see in his eyes that the thought of having to speak of those three days of hell terrifies him as much as her.

He moves to her side and sighs. "We really are made for each other, aren't we?" He seems to consider something before saying. "Let's make a pact. Whenever we want the other to open up, we say a code word and they have to do it after we reveal something that has been bothering us. No lies, no tricks, just the plain truth. Deal?" He gives her his right hand. It is always dangerous to make a deal with a fae, but this is Cardan, they have passed the backstabbing phase when she came back from exile. She takes his hand and shakes it.

"Deal. But we have to choose the word, something that we won't say normally."

"California." The place they went on their honeymoon instead of being on the two weeks celebrations of the Mortal Queen's victory over the serpent. The place where they were just two teenagers in love and not The Queen and King of Elhame, not the warrior and the prince, not the people with traumatic childhood, not the two broken pieces of what should be two whole people.

"Sounds great."

"I said it, so I start." He takes a deep breath and speaks. "I woke up earlier today because I had a nightmare. I wasn't someone trapped inside the snake like people like to believe, I was the snake. When the snake died, I died, even if for a few seconds." Jude takes a sharp breath, she always took comfort in the fact that she hadn't cut his head, but what was trapping him, that he hadn't felt anything. Cardan notices and takes both her hands and looks at her straight in the eyes. "I don't blame you, nor will I ever. If I say something assumimg the opposite, you have the premission to cut my head because that is not me. But as I was saying, when I saw you taking out the sword, I couldn't help but feel relief, but when you dealt the blow I, I-" another deep breath "I couldn't feel anything. I don't remember anything. I died. And that terrifies me. I was. I wasn't there. I replay that in my mind countless days, but today was so vivid, I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got out. I needed fresh air. I needed to be alone with my thoughts. I should've come back when it was time to wake up, I should've woken you, I didn't know that you needed that, but if I did, I would have done it."

They stay a few moments in silence, taking deep breaths and deep in thoughts.

"Your turn."

She wants to sugar-coat it. She wants to say that it wasn't that bad, she doesn't want to see guilt in his face even if it isn't his fault. But Cardan didn't sugar-coated when he revealed that what she did hurt him even if he knew it was going to hurt her. So instead, she says:

"Those were the worst three days of my life. I honestly thought it was going to be ok when we were negotiating with Madoc. That we won, they were going to surrender and we would be fine. Then I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe when Grimsen said that only death would save you. I went to Baphen, I went to the Old King, but all of them had the same answer. Somehow I had to rule the fucking kingdom while grieving a death that I didn't believe in. On top of all of that the court of teeths was on my throat, making plans to try to turn you and me into their puppets like their daughter. The relief that I had when I saw you alive was bigger than anything I thought I could feel, but the time between that and when I cutted the sna- your head it was my lowest. It was a hole and I was at the deep end with no way out. I cannot live without you." She stops to look at him. Look at his black hair and his eyes that look like black holes. His pale skin and his small mouth. No, she can't imagine a world without him. But that moment was close, so close. "I am so scared that I will go back to that void, I'm so scared that the universe wasn't as kind as I thought, I'm so scared to not wake up next to you."

He puts his arm around her shoulder and she puts her head on his. Jude looks up and sees tears running down Cardan's face, so she hugs him, feeling his other arm surround her. They stay silent for some time while Carden cries in Jude's shoulder and Jude just holds him close, all her tears wasted a few minutes ago.

"I'm sorry." Cardan was the one to break the silence.

"Not your fault."

"Liar."

"I wouldn't lie to you." It's the truth.

"May I remind you that you said you were fine while bawling your eyes out a few minutes ago?" OK, half true.

"When you have a nightmare, find me. I don't care if I just went to sleep, I don't care if I hadn't slept in days, I don't care if I'm not even asleep and you have to drag me out of my work, find me."

"When you feel like this is not real, find me. I don't care if you have to send someone to do it, I don't care if you run around the palace screaming my name, I don't care if I'm in the most important reunion, find me."

They break the hug to look at each other and say at the same time, "Deal".

"Sooo, do you want to have breakfast in bed and completely run away from our responsibilities?"

"We're the King and Queen of Elfhame."

"Exactly, there is no one above to stop us."

"We have an entire kingdom depending on us."

"Well, as the High King, I order you to stay in bed with me."

"As the High Queen, I'm going to refuse that order."

"Come on, you're mortal, you can say that we are sick or something." Jude's going to retaliate, but honestly? She's exhausted and spending the night in bed with her husband doesn't seem the worst idea.

"You are a horrible influence, do you know that?"

"Does that mean I win?"

She sighs. "Yes, you win."

"Yay" He says, getting up and doing a little spin like a child who was able to negotiate bedtime with their parents. She can't help but smile at his shenanigans.

Next, he does an extremely exaggerated bow and continues. "After you, my queen."

At that, she fully laughs, takes his hand and goes down the pathway with him. She hates being vulnerable, but with him, it isn't that bad. How do we take the armour off? A piece at a time. She feels like they just took another one.

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So, I had this idea since I finished Queen of Nothing and since I didn't see any fic like this I decided to make it myself. The characters may be a bit OOC, I'm not tha familiar with them. I am not a writer and my first language is not English, so apologies for any mistake. 🫶

Btw this was way bigger than I thought, no idea how many words, but damn, I'm having a brain riot.

[that-one-creepy-hoe]

Im hhaving such MASSIVE Brian brainrot rn can u plz give hcs for Brian cuddles...maybe even some Tim/Masky.....

hands u a can of fanta

Omg yesyesyes, Brian has been infecting my brain like crazy too omg

Brian, Masky, and Tim Cuddle Headcanons Warnings: a little sexual in Brians part cos he’s a freak, Masky being a weirdo, Tim Parings: Brian,Masky, and Tim x GN!Reader

Brian

Big cuddler. Like, seriously. 

Like sometimes he just decides it's time to cuddle 

No matter what you're doing. You could be doing the dishes and he’ll just come up behind you and just hold you til you're done. 

He loves to talk to you while you cuddle but is also very content just laying with you til you both fall asleep

Likes to lay with you on his chest or cuddled up into him

He does also like to lay face down smothered into your chest on rare occasions. You don’t even need fat tits and he’ll still do it

Likes to hold your hips or your stomach while he lays with you, he just likes the softness. 

Likes to give you lazy kisses while you sleep.

I do have to warn you that 4 out of 10 times he might get horny laying down with you pressed up against him

Sometimes he doesn’t care to act on it and other times he does. 

Might just slip himself inside of you and not move while you cuddle if he’s too lazy to fuck

Other times he might have some slow and nice kinky sex just depends on tbh

Masky

He is a rare cuddler

Not too big on super close contact

But he will take naps with you in the same vicinity as you

Like both of you sprawled out on the couch taking a fat nap is his idea of cuddling

The most you could get from him is like holding hands while you sleep, or just sitting close together

Or on the very rare occasion, he may hug you from behind for a very long time but will leave the second you try and face him

Man doesn’t know what real intimacy is fr

Tim

Tim is the opposite of Masky but not like Brian 

He does cuddle but just likes to lay with your back to his front

He doesn’t like facing people when he sleeps or lays down because he has a hard time not staring and because it makes him feel too vulnerable 

Cannot, could not, and would not fuck while cuddling he is too worn out to lazy fuck

Likes watching tv or movies while you cuddle 

Has a hard time not getting touchy while cuddling

Not even for sexual reasons he just likes to touch and grasp at you while you're so relaxed

His version of cuddling is you curled up on his lap or next to him while he smokes

Loves to lazily cuddle on the porch in the early mornings while he smokes

[ideas-4-stories]

Inspired by the "buggy gets stabbed with a seastone knife but defeats the assassin" anon and subsequent post.

Buggy really would have had SO MANY SCARS. He's immune to cuts and chops and slices. Not blunt force trauma, burns, bullets, whips, etc. Also he was a pirate apprentice on GOL D. ROGER'S SHIP!! He ate that devil fruit young, sure, but he was still a pirate before then and I highly doubt that that, nor whatever his early life was, would lead to pristine, unblemished skin.

Also - freckles. Give Buggy Freckles 2024.

Anyway, yeah, Buggy would have a MOSAIC of scars and tattoos - many of which have meanings the likes of which are lost to most. Also projection, but Buggy has a medusa tattoo somewhere on his person. Yes the one who did the tattoo for him was on the crew, and still is. Yes they are also the defacto therapist on the island. It's good pay and they get to add Names to the I'll Kill Them One Day list ((it's a whole book. With five volumes. It's on going.))

I have... an angry idea. For Buggy shrugging off seastone wounds and using his own injury as an opening. Roger would have wanted the boys STRONG but happy and safe. He saw so much of himself in Shanks that the attention was perceived as preferential treatment. Shanks was the heavy hitter with potential and skill and charisma -

Buggy was the supporting cast.

Rayleigh, unable to help Roger through the illness, through so many things, projected that onto Buggy ((Very Pearl + Connie, if you know Steven Universe, before Steven stepped in to set that record straight)). Ray would make sure Buggy was strong enough for Shanks. He put that kid through the WRINGER, and it was arguably hell. Buggy came out stronger but also far more terrified - so much so that he struggled to even utilize that strength in any true way. Rayleigh declared it a failure. Apologized to Buggy for 'failing to make him good enough'.

This did a number on him.

One thing that lasted was his frankly unsettling tolerance to water and seastone. He still works on it, and he never quite dropped it. He always has at least one seastone earring in because it's both smth he HAS to do and also it slows down his brain a little, dulling the edge of his normal panic. Like a crystal girlie but far more literal.

This isn't his first rodeo with seastone weapons either - he may have been in the East, but he was still a decently renowned criminal with a hefty bounty. He's an old hand at this!

Still hurts like a bitch though.

He'd absolutely make the dumbest puns too. "Don't worry, I'm in STABle condition! :oD"

"You need stitches, you utter buffoon."

"That wasn't very- hnn- knife of you."

"Please pass out from bloodloss."

"You cut me so deep, Hawkyyy- OW?!"

"Seas save me"

Crocodile is fighting between yelling louder, committing three felonies, laughing, and shutting the clown up. Be it by choking him or kissing him is up for debate. The doctor, used to Buggy's antics, just hands him a fidget toy. "Don't touch the wound, my supplies or try to move yet. Solve the rubix cube before you even consider getting up."

"Boring-"

"I'll tell the kitchen to make hotdogs if you do."

Buggy is now very focused on the pretty color cube.

Oh, referring to this post gotcha!

Yeah, Buggy totally would because he’s a chemist, working with all those bombs and the guy looks like he would trip sometimes while working. Buggy has to have burn scars (I’m pretty sure somewhere, someone said that Buggy has star-shaped, firework burns on his hands. Part of the reason he hides his hands away, I like that idea even that means Buggy got hurt) Now it an idea that I got when I was half-asleep, that I read in the morning with confusion… a cannonball… I don’t why my sleepy brain decided that, but now thinking about it would have to be a ricochet cannonball that he survived from (to be honest Buggy seems like a person who would survive a cannonball to the head, like some Monkey family we know) Then with probably the logical route of bullets, whips, etc… are from being hunted by marines and enemies of the Roger Pirates before he somehow blends into the background and people forgot about him.

I would say Buggy would have eaten his devil fruit around nine years old, for the AU I’m trying to writ… Also freckles… HELL FUCK YEAH!!! I love that idea; it would be so cute on him!!! Scattered all around his body, totally seen him connecting them into shapes and patterns when he’s bored and has nothing else to do.

Definably, he’s a pirate, of course he has many scars, and Buggy having at least 10 tattoos ranging from large too small. I don’t think Buggy ever has sat someone down to explain them, or maybe he has and stopped because people not understanding. Ooooooo, I look up what the Medusa tattoo means, I like to think it’s for survival and strength. With my idea for two long tattoos, I think they would be a mixture of different flowers with hidden things between them - like hidden treasure to find, those tattoos have meanings as well as some funny ones around his body as well. Because it’s Buggy, of course, he will at least have one fucking funny one.

I love an idea their defacto therapist, I think I’ve already have a OC for the job and yes, love the book called I'll Kill Them One Day list. Love that it has five volumes, you know some of those names are crossed off and it continues to grow.

This is an angry idea indeed, poor Buggy… as we see that Buggy is not supporting cast, with his followers (they are like cult followers in a way) and his crew. Basically pushed to the side for Shanks to be the one in the spotlight as the “leader” of the two (I definitely doubt that Shanks didn’t look up to Buggy during sometimes when they were cabin boys)

Oh fuck, no wonder why Buggy hasn’t talk to Rayleigh and makes my idea of them meeting as cold and awkward. Like Rayleigh would greet with nicknames from long ago, expecting the same as what he remembered last of Buggy, only to have Buggy to greet him coldy. Either, with Dark King Rayeleigh or Slivers Rayleigh instead of nicknames that he use to call Rayleigh.

Why…why projected his problems onto Buggy! Like of course that did a number on Buggy, ecspeaily after Ray apologized to Buggy for ‘failing to make him good enough’... You can’t say that to a fucking child, you know they will think it’s all their fault! I mean look at Buggy, he already has enough problems with his self-esteem, he doesn’t need anymore!!!

Poor Buggy, going thtough hell because Rayleigh wants him strong like him to keep Shanks safe because he’s being as stupid as Roger. It makes sense that Buggy can’t use his strength because of being afraid and worrying so much (Buggy is definitely a worry-wort)

I agree with Buggy has an high tolerance to water and seastone, I mean Buggy seemed to of been a really good swimmer from how angry he is from Shanks scaring him and making him swallow the Bara Bara fruit (if not, then it’s a headcanon for me that he’s a really good swimmer before he swallowed the devil fruit) You think he would just stop going into the water? I mean I can see Buggy finding those small pools of water on a beach… I forgot what they are called, anyway you think he wouldn’t go in them to feel the sea? I think Buggy would.

Oooooo a seastone earring or some other type of seastone jewelry on his body. That’s interesting, I’ve never thought about it. The seastone helps him corrals his chop chop powers from doing all the time as well. Calming his brain, dulling the edge of his normal panic is a clever way, bro probably found how much seastone he needs to do so. From this post, Buggy has to have some edibles mixed into brownies or some other type of pastry (it’s now a headcanon for me) Dude has to have some drugs to calm down with the stress that Crocodile and Mihawk have put him through.

Yeah, it's definitely not Buggy’s first rodeo with seastone weapons, I can see Buggy being hunted by people during the time after Roger was killed and I see that’s the time where most of his seastone wounds came from. I wonder now if Buggy hordes the seastone weapons that people attacked him with?… I’ve decided yes, Buggy would keep them.

I stand for Buggy making the dumbest and baddest puns when he is hurt, especially when he gets attacked by seastone weapons. It takes his mind off of the pain they give him (Also the banter between Buggy and Mihawk you made is chefs’ kiss)

Both Crocodile and Mihawk just being done with Buggy and quite disturbed by how Buggy handles his pain. Mihawk wants him to shut up and sit still, while Crocodile is fighting between screaming, committing felonies (like he hasn’t committed felonies more than enough), laughing his ass off, then wanting to either choke Buggy or kiss him to shut the clown up. That’s so them, and Buggy is getting a little shit like always.

This doctor is just like the doctor OC; Kuo-Lee, I’ve created to be the Buggy Pirates medic. Really, being done with what Buggy does and uses things to keep him still. This is so right, handing him a fidget toy, saying that if he is good than he’ll tell the kitchens to give their captain is favorite food. Yeah, that will make Buggy sit as still as he can, to be honest, Buggy isn’t one to sit still.