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sincerestlove · 1 month

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Sunshine - R.R.

'tis a sad, angsty and emotional night for me, girlies. thus, i have produced this sad piece of work. do y'all ever get cripplingly depressed because you love reneé so much and you realize that she doesn't know that you exist? yeah, me too. that's where i'm at tonight. have i been sulking and on the brink of tears for the last 4 hours...perhaps. womp womp.

Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader

Warnings: talks of depression, negative thoughts, self-doubt. reneé being caring, sweet and supportive of mental health struggles. please read at your own discretion.

The room was dark.

It had been dark for hours. You weren’t sure how many, but knew it was more than enough. The sunshine was long gone, you were almost certain. You had shut the blinds some hours before crawling into the bed, unmoving since then.

You were hungry, but didn’t have it in you to get up and eat. You were tired, but your mind was too hyperactive to sleep.

You were mentally exhausted.

The weight of an internal battle kept you glued to the mattress, a dull ache settling between your temples. Your stomach felt heavy, though it had been empty for much too long.

Some days, like today, everything felt like too much. You felt alone, you felt lonely, and just wanted everything to go away and leave you to rot.

Right now, it seemed like there was no light at the end of the tunnel.

You had just decided to close your eyes when you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door, the wood creaking as it opened slowly. “Y/N?”

You laid still, wondering if she wouldn’t notice you under the mountain of pillows and blankets and just leave.

She didn’t.

“Are you okay?” The soft voice of the woman you were in love with filled your ears, feeling your chest tighten the slightest bit at the concern in it. You still didn’t respond though, couldn't, and after a moment, the bed dipped beside you. A warm hand sat on your back atop the comforter. “Y/N, can you sit up for me, please?”

You debated the request silently, wondering if you even had the energy.

After another long pause of silence, she spoke again. “Please, baby, for me?”

Another pause.

Then, you slowly sat up, thankful for the darkness engulfing the room, so that she couldn’t clearly see what you looked like. You knew you looked like an absolute train wreck. Taking care of yourself was too difficult right now, on your own. You blinked a few times, attempting to get your bearings.

You felt warm hands come up to cup your cheeks, her thumb pads wiping back and forth. Just then, you noticed your face was wet, and she was wiping tears away.

When did you start crying?

“Hey, love. I’m here, it’s Reneé.” She spoke softly, as if talking too loudly would scare you away. “What happened?”

You blinked a few times more, meeting the gaze of her soft, pretty blue eyes. They looked at you with such love and understanding, it made your tears flow harder. A sliver of moonlight poured through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on her face. She looked so pretty, was all you could think, bangs brushing against her long eyelashes.

Your bottom lip quivered, the familiar feeling of sharpness piercing your throat. “I don’t know. I just think you deserve better than this. Than me.”

You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat, breaking eye contact. “You can be with whoever you want, Reneé. Should be, with whoever you want. You are literally famous. I’m nothing, a nobody.” You felt hollow pang in your chest, eyes glazing over as each insult passed your lips. You truly believed the words you were saying about yourself and she could see that.

The blonde took you into her arms, burrowing her face into your neck. You felt her tears falling on your skin, her hands balling into the back of your shirt. “No, baby, don’t ever say that about yourself.” She pulled back, taking your face into her hands again. The coldness of her rings focused your attention, meeting her gaze again.

Her eyes steeled, boring into yours with pure intention. “None of that is true, Y/N. None of it. You are so beautiful, kind, smart, ambitious and perfect for me. I want you. I need you.”

She spoke sincerely, and you felt an ache watching tears rush down her face. “I never want to hear you say those things about yourself again. Baby, I love you so much. I would give you every single star in the sky, if I could. Hell, you want the moon, too? I'll bring it to you on a silver platter. You mean everything to me, absolutely everything. I couldn’t do life without you, don’t you get that?” She sighed, brushing her slender fingers along your face, tracing your jawline, eyebrows, nose, ears, lips. “You are my heart and soul. Fuck, I wouldn’t be here without you.”

She paused for a moment, coming closer to rest her forehead against yours. You instinctively moved out of your blankets to rest your hands on her sides, feeling her skin on yours. She was warm and pliant. Real. “I know things get hard, baby. Trust me, I do. But you have to talk to me. That’s what I’m here for.” Her nose bumped yours, sweet breath fanning against your lips as she spoke. “You can’t get rid of me, I’m here for the long haul.” That comment got a soft laugh out of you, one that Reneé took as a small victory.

She took your hands into hers, running smooth shapes into your palms. Leaning back to look into your eyes again, she took a deep breath. “You have to talk to me, Y/N. You can’t just run and hide. I’ve been texting you for hours, I was worried sick, so I came home.” You felt a bubble of guilt in your stomach, knowing you should’ve checked your phone at least once. “I am always a phone call or text away, you know that. I will drop anything and everything for you. That’s how much you mean to me.” You nodded slowly, feeling more like yourself again as she spoke to you.

"I’m sorry, Ne.” The blonde sighed again, shaking her head. She pressed a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead, wrapping you up into her embrace. She smelled good, sweet, like vanilla. You deeply inhaled, settling into her lap and nuzzling into the warm skin of her neck.

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. Just promise me that you’ll talk to me next time, okay? I’m here for you. And if you want to talk to a therapist or need anything more to help you, talk to me, and we will get you whatever you need. I promise. Do you promise?”

You nodded, feeling the dark thoughts and emotions pour out of your body and mind with the tears that were finally coming to a stop. You exhaled deeply, moving yourself impossibly closer to her. “Yes, Ne. I promise. I will talk to you.”

Her body physically relaxed at your assurance - you didn’t realize how tensed up she was. “Good. Thank you, Y/N.” She let you both sit in silence for a while, her whispering affirmations and reassurance into your ear, while you clung to her and calmed down. “What do you need now, sweetheart?”

“Shower. Food. Kisses.” You mumbled, your stomach growling on queue. Reneé laughed, pressing one last lingering kiss to your chapped lips. She didn’t care, she would kiss you every second of every day, chapped lips and all.

“Shower, food and kisses it is.”

You looked up and into her eyes, which were filled with love.

Yeah. No matter how dark your mind could get, she was it. She was the sunshine that would always light your way and bring you back to her.

i hope you enjoyed!

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i hope you all are doing well and taking care of yourselves. each and every one of you is so loved and cared for. if you ever need to talk about anything, my dm's are always open.

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astrobei · 2 months

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hi i love your fics and I was wondering if you had any byler fic recs

thanks

hello there! in all honesty, i have not had the time to read a lot of byler fic as of late, but it’s been a while since i posted some recs so i’ll drop a few that i’ve enjoyed recently! as always, i do endorse every fic in my bookmarks to the highest possible degree, so always feel free to look through those for new reading as well <3

say it with your hands by pseudologia (@hellfiremike) — will is a new employee at the movie theater mike works at, and mike starts thirsting over will’s hands to a degree that’s downright detrimental to his employment status

GOD. this fic. i gushed in their dms immediately after finishing it because this might be my favorite modern will characterization of all time, and this is coming from someone who has a million and one takes on modern era will byers. this fic just checked all of my boxes — from the summertime romance to mike’s painfully in-character teenage angsting to will being a frequenter of star wars reddit threads and an enjoyer of sufjan stevens. and the TENSION. oh god the tension. i’ve read all their fics probably three times over each, and i also highly recommend like i am home again, a college au set during a halloween party which made me stare at my phone refreshing ao3 hourly until it updated, and can this be a real thing (can it?) wherein mike and will reunite in a gay bar. enough said

landslide by chamb3rs — the party’s senior year of high school

i don’t often reach for chaptered fics since i usually have such limited reading time, but i’m sooo so so happy i stumbled across this one. there have just been very few fics that have touched me like this one did. i blew through this in one sitting a few weekends ago and subsequently experienced the full range of human emotions (and then some) all in the span of a few hours. everything about this was perfect — the will pov, the weird liminality of transitional periods, the party and byhop family dynamics, down to my favorite portrayal of theeeee jennifer hayes in any fic ever. on top of all of that, this fic perfectly captures the heartbreaking euphoria of being in love with your best friend, and all the ups and downs that come with it. i crawled out of the ao3 tab covered in blood and my chest was hurting and i was shaking and i had damn near chewed my own arm off — and then i sent the link to my friend 10 minutes later and watched her experience the same exact thing like a train wreck in slow-mo HAHAHA

what a time to be alive by passerine_in_jade (@newlesbianprideflag) — will disappears and haunts mike from the upside down

i’m forever a total sucker for a good haunting metaphor, so it’s absolutely not a surprise that this fic is appearing on this list. the premise for this was so so so cool and interesting, and it’s another chaptered fic i’m glad i had a little extra time to read. the way the author had me rooting for mike and will the whole time even though half of the pairing was offscreen for a large majority of the fic is a highly commendable feat. mike’s unyielding loyalty to will and will’s constant faith in him felt so true to their canon selves, and there were so many moments that were so quiet and intimate and tender that i really felt like i was intruding on something. good good stuff

that’s what you get for falling in love by harriet_vane — will gets his first boyfriend in college, and mike, ever the ally, has very normal feelings about it

i want to preface this by saying that this fic is rated m, mostly just for mentions/allusions to sex, and one largely non-explicit portion of a scene in the last chapter. if that’s not your cup of tea, it’s easy to tell when it’s coming up and to skip past it without detracting from the plot, but i think it would be a greater detriment to not rec this fic at all, because it has quickly made the list of my favorite byler fics of all time. something about this take on jealous mike especially resonated with me — his inner monologue is simultaneously hilarious and depressing, and his obliviousness regarding his feelings for will feels so true to life without being overdone or cartoonish. you can tell just how much they really care for each other, and the conflict in this actually made me start crying because it felt so visceral and so fundamentally them. you can tell this author really understands their characters, and the love put into this fic is soooo palpable. it’s the kind of fic where you want to bonk their heads together to knock some sense into them, but you are helpless to do anything but hold on as you’re swung along for the ride.

finally, i try not to just rec fics written by my friends, but my recent reading list would be incomplete without these two wonderful additions:

the way you love me by strangeswift (@strangeswift) — byler exes (absolutely heartwrenching edition)

i’ve been hearing abby talk about her ideas for this fic for the better part of a year as she worked on it, and she actually edited and posted the first two chapters while i was visiting her! and by god is this world a better place with her byler exes concept in it, because if you want angst, you’ll never have to look further than her ao3 page. something about the way she writes will in this fic just makes my heart shrivel up and die in my chest — his quiet resignation, the bitterness (always love a good bitter will byers moment) and the Longing that never quite went away. mike’s characterization is also top notch, and you can really feel the chemistry between them during every interaction. at the time of me posting this list, chapter 4 is not yet up, but trust me when i tell you guys it’s going to soooooo be worth it. :-)

the end is here by bookinit (@bookinit02) — a speculative byler-centric season 5

if you’ve been following my blog for any amount of time, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that haven’s canon rewrite series is hands-down my favorite series across any pairing and fandom. her creativity with her season 5 concepts never fails to astound me — from the scripts she’s been working on as an alternative to the episodes she rewrote for s1-4, to her ideas for possible plot lines, and just incredible writing all around. i’ve had the privilege of reading through her scripts before she posts them to her blog (definitely go check them out) but special privilege bias aside, it takes soooo much skill to create such a visually powerful story in a medium that allows for such little narration, and the corresponding chapters just totally pushes it over the edge. pre-s5 required reading for every byler, and 100000% my new canon if the show doesn’t pan out

this definitely is not an exhaustive list because i have a million and one fics on my to-read, and one day i will get around to reading them all, but i hope there is something on this list that strikes your fancy!!

#mutuals specifically there are so many fics i need to catch up on im sorry #once i’m done w school im coming for you all truly #anyways i hope there are some here you guys like! sorry it’s not the longest list and sorry i babbled #actually no i’m not #i have a lot of feelings abt fics i like.#these r all fics that likeeeeee. make me want to Write #which is the highest compliment i can personally bestow #byler #byler fic rec #suni reads

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jupitercomet · 6 months

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The Bradley Bradshaw Sex Playlist

summary - Jake Seresin is what his friends like to call "a douche bag". His work friends were all dudebros (he’s since cut them off for that very reason) and the last time he'd been in a serious relationship was his junior year of college (he’s working on it). But Jake’s trying his hardest not to be a douche bag (though he sometimes ends up putting money in Bradley's "Douche Bag Jar" anyway). And it’s all because of an Elementary school teacher with an alarming amount of sock puppets and a never-ending supply of Starbursts. There is a very real possibility the "Douche Bag Jar" might no longer be necessary.

warnings - New Girl au, fluff, angst, slowburn, language, very suggestive, Reuben is wing man #1

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 3.7k

okay here it is finally... season two! if it's worse than season one you can't say anything okay? it's the law, you have to be nice to me. anyway enjoy more of Peach and the gang :)

the douche bag jar masterlist

“Hold on.” Reuben pulls his yogurt stained spoon out of his mouth to point it at you. “That’s it? You almost kissed him and then nothing happened?”

Your eyes flutter around the teachers lounge to see if Reuben’s volume had drawn any attention. To your luck, the last teacher in didn't have the courtesy to refill the coffee pot, so it seems your colleagues are a little too sleep deprived to care. You give Reuben a glare.

“Yes, that’s all that happened. What did you expect would happen, he’s my roommate!”

“Your roommate who you almost kissed,” Reuben looks at you pointedly, taking another slurp of yogurt.

You roll your eyes. “I knew I should have told Maria instead.”

“Please, you act like I won’t the second I get home. I’m drafting the text right now.”

You lift up on your seat just to check that Reuben isn’t currently texting his wife about your train wreck of a love life, only to find the hand that isn’t holding his yogurt spoon entirely empty and a shit-eating grin on his face. “Jerk.”

“I just don’t see why you’re acting like it didn’t happen,” Reuben ignores you, circling the conversation back to you and your roommate troubles—or more specifically, your Jake troubles.

“Well, I—” You bite your lip, rolling it between your teeth nervously as you avoid your friend’s gaze. “He’s acting like it didn’t happen. I don’t know, there were a lot of emotions and… And he probably just got caught up in the moment— We both did. I don’t think he meant it.”

Reuben looks at you knowingly. “Did you want him to mean it?”

“No…” you start hesitantly. “Maybe?” Covering your face in your hands you groan. “I don’t know. Ugh, this is all just so confusing!”

Reuben laughs, offering no sympathy as you try to get Jake and his stupid face out of your head. The thing is that you don’t want to know how you feel about almost kissing Jake because, no matter what your verdict is, you know a relationship with Jake could never happen. He’s your roommate, one of your best friends, and pursuing your almost kiss or whatever it was means there’s a chance you could lose that.

Besides, you already tried going on a date with Jake. And it ended in you trying to hold off tears on your drive home and Jake working out his anxieties at a strip club. If that wasn’t an indication that you and Jake would never work as a couple, you don’t know what is. The best thing you could do is chalk it all up to a “heat of the moment” thing and forget about it.

You almost kissed Jake. So what? It’s not going to happen again.

“What about Mrs. Randall?” You try not so subtly to change the subject. “She really quit?”

Your deflection of everything Jake does not go unnoticed by your friend, but he doesn’t push you on the topic further. Instead, he drops his spoon in his now empty yogurt cup and licks the residual yogurt from off his lips.

“Oh, yeah,” he elongates the words with an emphasizing nod. “I don’t really know what happened, all I know is I did not know that woman knew that many curse words.”

Mrs. Randall had been one of the fourth grade teachers at Coolidge Elementary for as long as you had been working. You honestly don’t have that much of a memory of her though. You both ran in different teacher circles, and were assigned different lunch hours which definitely decreased your interaction time. The only reason Reuben even knew anything was because his classroom shared a wall with hers.

From what you can remember of Mrs. Randall, you’re not entirely surprised her career at Coolidge Elementary ended the way it did. She was a bit of a brisk woman, very no nonsense. Your third graders had once performed a sock puppet show on recycling for the whole school and she was not impressed in the slightest, even going as far as sending out a school-wide email about how time might be better spent if kids weren’t forced to “watch each other play dress up”.

You just feel sorry that she can’t see the joy in a good puppet show. You also may or may not have organized two more puppet shows that year.

“Anyway, there’s no way she’s coming back,” Reuben finishes.

You nod. “Sounds like it. Do you think the school will try to pass her new kids off to one of us?”

“They better not.” Reuben matches your unsure expression. “Carmen and Joyce are already sharing a classroom, I don’t know where else they could go.”

Though he says that, you both actually do know where Mrs. Randall’s fourth graders would go if the school was out of options - the third grade teachers.

You let out a breath, putting on a strained smile. “Well, who knows? Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll find someone right before the school year starts.”

“Peach!”

Jake’s voice bounces off the brick buildings around you and you freeze in front of the glass doors of your apartment building. He jogs to catch up with you, his hand still held up in a wave. Reuben’s words—and the conversation you both had in the teacher’s lounge—comes back to you as Jake gets closer. You can do this! You just pretend that everything is normal and it’ll be fine. Everything is normal. It’s just you and Jake… being friends. Just like you always have been.

“Jake!” You greet with what you hope isn’t an awkward smile.

“Hey,” he lets out the word in a breath, gaze dropping to meet your eye. “What are the chances, huh?” He gestures to the two of you and the fact you’ve both arrived home at the same time.

“Yeah…” You purse your lips into a smile, rocking on your feet.

You and Jake haven’t talked about your almost kiss—you haven’t even tried to bring it up. It doesn’t make your relationship with him uncomfortable, you just don’t really know where the two of you stand. Because what did it mean? Should you even care what it meant? Maybe it didn’t mean anything.

Jake clears his throat, moving to grab the door and hold it open for you. “So… How’s the classroom coming?”

“Good!” This time the smile on your face is more genuine as you thank him for holding the door. “I’m still deciding on a theme, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Jake grins, fiddling to loosen his tie. “I hear peaches are a pretty cute theme.”

You scoff playfully. “Shut up.” Knocking him with your hip, you press the elevator button with your thumb.

The elevator opens quickly and Jake helps usher you inside, pressing the button to your floor as you get your black flats situated on the carpeted floor of the elevator.

“How was your day?” You ask suddenly as the doors close. Your smudgy reflection looks back at you as the elevator lurches upwards.

“Alright,” Jake shrugs. You wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t.

Ever since what happened with you and his coworkers, Jake doesn’t really like to talk about work. He’s also started coming home earlier too—the amount of work he brings with him lessening every time. You’re not necessarily upset that you don’t have to talk about Billy Avalone and Brigham Lennox, but you also don’t want Jake to think that he can’t talk about certain things for your sake.

Instead of saying any of that, you only nod, feeling the elevator come to a stop underneath you. The doors open and both you and Jake step out. Your steps slow as you try to find your keys in your dress pocket. The cool metal comes into contact with your fingers and you pull out the key chain, finding the loft key quickly. Catching up to Jake, you move to unlock the door.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

Jake’s arm around your waist stops you from opening the door to the loft. His hand tenses on your hip, warming your skin through the fabric of your dress with large, splayed fingers. You look back at him in surprise, hand slipping off the doorknob.

“What—” Jake cuts you off with a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet as he listens. There’s faint music coming from inside the loft, nothing entirely unusual with two other roommates. Again you question why he stopped you from opening the door in the first place. You huff, before dropping your voice to a whisper. “Why did you do that?”

Jake holds a finger up, as if pointing at the muffled music. “Bradley’s having sex right now.”

“What?”

“Bradley has a playlist he only uses when he’s having sex,” Jake explains, still in a hushed voice. “We’re listening to the Bradley Bradshaw sex playlist right now.”

You open your mouth to respond, before you stop yourself quickly, something else taking sudden precedence in your mind. “Why is ‘Hotel Room’ on his sex playlist?”

“Male pattern baldness is an epidemic, peach. It helps him feel more empowered to know that bald men can be sex symbols,” Jake nods sagely and you can feel your eyebrows raise to your hairline as you cover your mouth to hide your surprised laugh.

You can’t stop the giggles spilling from your lips, shaking your head in disbelief, and Jake lights up with a goofy grin. “Pitbull is not a sex symbol!”

Your laughter comes to an abrupt halt when a loud moan can be heard from the loft.

“Tell that to her,” Jake smirks.

Your eyes widen and you hit his arm repeatedly, scrambling away from the door. “Oh my god!” You whisper-scream. “Bradley’s having sex right now!”

“I just told you that,” Jake laughs, lighting up again when your horror renews.

You shake your head aggressively, trying to clear your brain of the image of Bradley making some poor woman moan to the beat of Pitbull’s “Hotel Room”... Well, maybe not poor woman, you correct yourself, grimacing as another noise of pleasure passes through the door. She seems to be enjoying herself at least. You almost want to think “good for her”, but then you remember it’s Bradley and then you want to pour bleach into your ears.

“Ew, ew, ew.” You scrunch your eyes closed as if that will somehow help. It’s then that you realize that Jake’s arm is still wrapped around you because his added weight throws you off and you almost trip, only saved from landing on your ass when Jake’s arm tightens and you’re pressed against his chest as he catches you. You can feel him shaking with laughter and you give his bicep another shove. “Jake, they’re— I mean, he’s— Oh god, and with his—”

Your hands are smashing into each other, your entire body thrown off-kilter now that you fully understand what exactly you’re hearing going on in the loft.

“Hold on, hold on. Can you not talk about sex?” Jake finally gets out between his chuckling.

Your mouth snaps shut at his words, cheeks almost on fire as you sputter, “I can too talk about sex!”

“Oh, yeah?” Jake raises his eyebrows to mock you, his tongue prodding his cheek. “Do it then. Say ‘Bradley is currently sticking his dick’—”

You slap a hand over Jake’s mouth, panic and disgust all over your features, and the rest of his sentence muffles against your palm. Keeping your hand firmly pressed against his lips, you glare at him. “If we were in the loft, I would so jar you right now!”

You can feel Jake’s smirk grow against your palm, the man not fazed in the slightest by your threat. He wraps his finger and thumb around your wrist slowly, making a show of removing your hand from his face—all the while, that smirk never leaving his cheeks.

“We can go in the loft if you want. Ya know, the loft where Bradley’s currently having—” He drops his head, his lips brushing your ear, “—sex.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin and you have to suppress a shiver at Jake’s husky tone. Instead, you give him another shove, taking satisfaction in the fact that you get him to stumble a bit. From behind you, the song changes to “All The Time”.

You point at Jake accusingly. “You are disgusting. And also missing the bigger question here.”

“And what’s that, peach?” The smirk still hasn’t left Jake’s lips as he looks down at you cockily.

Another moan filters into the hall, this time louder and more… frantic. You jut your finger at the door.

“Why is Bradley having sex at 5 in the afternoon?”

It takes Bradley a second to realize that you and Jake are staring at him weirdly from the couch. His whistling trails off and he stops drying his curls with a towel, turning towards the two of you with a raise of one of his brows. Suspiciously, you suddenly seem completely unable to make eye contact with him, keeping your gaze trained on the floor and only looking at him when you think he’s moved his attention to Jake. Jake just has a somewhat impressed smirk on his face, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing in Bradley’s opinion, but he has no idea what he’s done to earn it, so it is slightly off-putting.

“You good?” He checks with the two of you.

Jake nods his head exaggeratedly. “Oh yeah. Are you?” He wiggles his brows.

“Yeah…?” Bradley trails off uncertainly. You still aren’t looking at him, fiddling with your fingers as if they’re more interesting than the two men in front of you.

Jake takes a nonchalant sip of his water, setting it down on the coffee table. “Is your lady friend?”

“What?!”

Bradley’s towel drops to the floor, his eyes widening. Jake only looks more amused, but, at his outcry, you’re finally able to look him in the eye.

“What lady friend? I don’t have a lady friend!” Bradley shakes his head so hard, he thinks he might have given himself whiplash.

“We, um, we heard you today…” You state shyly, before hastily adding, “Not that there’s any judgment! As long as you’re two consenting adults, what you do in your free time is your choice. And— And I’m happy that you’re able to express yourself… in that way. I think it’s important and healthy—”

“I was watching porn!”

The room falls silent.

Bradley’s chest is heaving as he watches you and Jake take in his words. Truthfully, he had not been watching porn, but instead hooking up with your best friend, just like he’s been consistently doing for the last couple months. It was mostly Natasha’s decision to keep it a secret—which she had conveyed to him through many threats to his manhood—meaning that you, Jake, and Mickey did not know about the arrangement.

Bradley had never been good under pressure, he’s a terrible liar and he gets back sweats. But he can’t have any of you thinking that he’s hooking up with a girl because, if Natasha catches wind of it, she might call off the whole thing. And that’s the last thing Bradley wants.

Jake narrows his eyes in disbelief. “You were watching porn?”

“Yup!” Bradley chuckles awkwardly. “Just me and ol’ righty.” He holds up his right hand and you wrinkle your nose at the insinuation. “No girls.”

Though he just showered, Bradley can feel his t-shirt sticking to his back and he forces a wide smile on his face as you and Jake stare at him and his raised hand. Jake looks completely suspicious, and like he wants to question Bradley more, and you look even more terrified than when the conversation started, your mouth clamped shut and eyes wide.

Jake crosses his arms. “You were not—”

“What about you two, huh?” Bradley accuses suddenly. “That’s awfully early for you both to be coming home—” (He knows this because he specifically planned for you all to be out before he invited Natasha over). “Maybe you two were trying to have sex!”

“What?!”

“What the fuck, dude!”

You and Jake speak at the same time and you go as far as scrambling off the couch, nearly falling over to put some distance between you and the blond.

“That’s— That’s crazy! Me and Jake would never—” You start laughing nervously. “Why would you even say that?”

Jake is suspiciously quiet, but Bradley can’t really even think about that because he’s still not sure if he’s thrown the two of you off his scent yet. Jake’s eyes dart over you, almost as if he’s checking you didn’t hurt yourself falling off the couch, before he turns back to Bradley with a sudden lock in his jaw. “You know that me and Peach weren’t coming home to hookup.”

“So you agree,” Bradley pushes. “None of us were having sex.”

The three of you eye each other. You’re already nodding, but Jake takes a little longer to sway.

“...Yeah,” he says finally.

Bradley lets out a breath. He knows he can’t go to his room because Jake will surely see his back sweats once he turns around and then he’ll know for sure Bradley had been lying, so he slinks over to the couch, sitting down quickly and sinking deep into the fabric. His shoulder brushes Jake’s, the two men sitting straight up on the couch, both staring at the turned off TV in front of you.

After a second, you join them—making a point to sit next to Bradley—simply turn the television on and watching whatever it turned onto without a word. It’s some Martha Stewart-esque baking show that you kind of enjoy, but the boys definitely don’t. Nobody makes a move to change it though.

The three of you don’t say a word until Mickey gets home, the grin on his face faltering when he notices the awkward air in the room.

“You guys alright?”

“Yup!” The three of you answer hastily.

You let out a slight yelp when an arm suddenly yanks you into the teachers lounge. You’re not at all surprised to find that it belongs to Reuben, who’s looking at you with a massive grin on his face and another yogurt cup in his hand. He doesn’t look the least bit sorry and you rub your sore arm with a grumble.

“What was that for?”

“They found a new fourth grade teacher,” Reuben ignores your question, genuine excitement lighting up his eyes. “And all the female teachers can’t stop talking about him. Mrs. Kerber called him ‘good enough to eat’, do you know how hot you have to be for an old lady to call you that?”

You laugh. “Honestly, I’m just glad they found a teacher in time for the school year to start.”

Reuben’s smile drops and he lets out a huff. “Girl, you are not listening!” He drags you further into the teachers lounge. “He’s hot, like, really hot. I know you have that whole thing going on with your roommate, but I am telling you, jump on that!”

“Are you crazy?” You scoff. “I don’t even know what this guy looks like.”

“But it would be so entertaining for me,” Reuben whines. “You get so nervous when you like someone and do that thing where you blink like you have something in your eye. And I’d get a front row seat to this one. Please?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “I’m not going to date a colleague just because you’re bored, Reuben.”

He sighs, holding his hands up dramatically. “Alright. You can’t say I didn’t try though.”

You roll your eyes with a laugh.

Part of you is kind of curious about this insanely hot teacher. As more and more teachers filter in and out of the teachers lounge, it seems that all the whispering is about how handsome and sweet he is. You’re not even sure how they can already have this much of an impression of him. Didn’t he just start today?

Reuben keeps giving you knowing looks every time one of your coworkers squeals over the new teacher and once he even elbowed you in the ribs with a loud cough that sounded suspiciously like “jump on that”.

“Alright.” When he looks at you for the sixth time, you start moving to get up. “I’m going to my classroom if you’re gonna keep acting like this.”

Reuben moves to protest but suddenly the door to the teachers lounge opens and your attention is diverted to one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your entire life. He’s wearing a simple button up, though it’s rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his defined—and you mean defined—forearms. His pants are just as nice and his hair is gelled to the side and you suddenly understand one of the teachers who had said she’d “give anything to mess it up”. On his nose sit an adorable pair of glasses and he’s looking through them with wide, blue eyes you could just about drown in.

“Jump on that,” Reuben hisses and then he sits up and raises his hand, saying louder, “Hey, Bob! Over here, man.”

You turn to him in panic, about ready to bolt and run, but then the new teacher is heading over to your table with a relieved expression on his face.

“Hey, Reuben, right?” He checks.

Reuben nods before introducing you. “She’s one of the coolest teachers in this joint, I can promise you that.” He adds with a knowing smile.

The new teacher chuckles, looking at you with a genuine smile and soft eyes. “I’m sure she is,” he agrees and how is his voice that hot?! And he really needs to stop looking at you like that because you’re about to ask him how he feels about fall weddings.

All you can manage in response to the whole conversation is a meek smile.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met yet.” He holds his hand out with a lopsided grin. “I’m Robert Floyd. But everyone just calls me Bob.”

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nanamimizz · 4 months

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tags: 18 minors dni, established relationship + marriage, set in the ending where wyll is the duke of baldur’s gate, gn reader, reader is implied to be a rouge of some sort, some type of brat taming. let me know if i missed something!

synopsis: you’re used to taking your pleasure in your hands. wyll has had enough of it.

If one were to ask you how you would describe Wyll you would say gently lost in the way he handles the children in the grove and how gently he offers his assistance to any in camp who need it. It’s easy to forget the steel of the Blade of the Frontiers behind the gleam of pearly teeth. And maybe Wyll let you get away with too much, letting you off with a simple teasing remark. That was then and this is now - Wyll is your husband by vow and decree, and you find that the gold of his wedding ring isn’t the only metal that gleams in the candlelight of your shared room. You’re on your side, trapped beneath the bulk built from 3 meals and daily training as his dark skin shines in the orange light that douses the room.

“You are so stubborn.” he grunts into your ear, bending the meat of your leg back and over his hips. The hair on his skin tickles your hips and you gasp - grunt and moan when his hand comes to grope at your chest. His cock is inside you, the only place he would ever want it to be.

“I’m not stubborn - fuck.”

“I’m your husband now, you are to lay with me whenever you wish.” He pants into your ear with a voice so wrecked with lust it cracks under its weight. You feel full, full of so much emotion it makes you weep and the blissful stinging ache of Wyll’s cock stretching you out that your tears are golden beneath him.

“Ah! I am not stubborn! Just don’t -“ You gasp in mid-sentence, words dying upon your lips as your husband takes it upon himself to set the pace. One akin to his love for you; deep, all encompassing and growing from a slow pace. Your face is brought to his, lips bursting into flames at the slight touch from their proximity.

“I don’t want to bother you.” you whisper against his lips, they feel like satin to your slightly chapped ones. Despite getting used to sleeping and living in the upper city you are still not quite used to the comforts it provides. You still wear the scuffs of your past, alongside the scars of your adventure.

“You never bother me - not your presence or your pleasure.” he pauses to sink into you all the way in. The tip of his cock pushes against every spot inside of you that makes you yelp like an injured animal. Wyll is not a cruel man but letting him have you like this makes him consider that it might not be so bad to be one.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Each word is punctuated with a thrust and followed by the wet squelch that comes from your lower half and you respond with a pathetic little yelp each time.

“No more scampering off. Next time you’re leaking between your thighs you come find me. I’ll make time to take care of you - I’m yours now so stop thinking you can pleasure yourself when I’m right here.” You don’t have it in you to argue, to make some sort of remark or comment. Instead you nod, your legs wracked with so much pleasure they only hang there, twitching with each shock. Wyll presses his lips to yours finally and it’s with the gentle heat of the kiss you unravel - tightening and spilling down your thighs and Wyll gasps as he finishes quickly in tow. He pulls away with the webbed strings of spit following him and when he speaks his words are wrecked.

“Give me a moment, we’ll go again. I’m not done with you yet.” You think on his words and with a heated face you only nod and go to kiss him one more time but not the last.

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ceruleancattail · 7 months

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here's a simple request, to help you ease into writing: how about an enemies to lovers confession to Azul. If that's a bit too hard, how about eating Jamil's cooking, but you secretly can't handle spicy stuff.

Eating Jamil’s Curry!

Jamil x reader

The sheer redness of it all should have been your first sign.

The enchanting, thick scent of curry wafting into your nostrils was enough to sting, blurring your vision ever so slightly. You knew Jamil liked things spicy, but no amount of preparation could have prepared you for the sheer amount of heat radiating off the bowl.

Setting it down before you with a flourish, Jamil takes the seat across you, lacing his fingers together. Eyes scanning your face for any emotions evoked by his dish.

A habit from his days of serving Kalim, perhaps? Searching for any tell-tale signs of discomfort, or displeasure. Jamil’s been trained to please people, to tend to their every whim.

You might be the first one he’s doing it for willingly. Choking down your unease, you pick up your spoon gingerly. Giving the curry one stir, then another.

He did make this specially for you, after all. It’ll be a shame if you didn’t eat a single bite. After all, just how spicy could it be?

Raising the spoon to your lips, you take a slow, tentative sip. That was all it took to set your tongue alight. Your mouth burned, flames gnawing at every surface it could reach. Nose running, you fumble around the table. For water, for anything to relieve the raw pain wrecking your mouth.

A glass is shoved into your hands. Snow white of milk, pleasantly cool to the touch. Choking out your thanks, you gulp it down. Sighing in relief as the liquid numbs the spiciness, bringing the temperature back down to bearable levels.

Gaze flickering up, you meet Jamil’s ebony eyes. They scan your face in concern, lips drawn tightly into a thin line. Reaching over, he yanks the bowl away from your reach, clicking his tongue reproachfully.

“Honestly… if you can’t stand spicy food, you should have told me!”

Shaking his head, Jamil slides another glass of chilled milk across the table. You accept it gratefully, shooting him a little sheepish smile.

“I wanted to try your curry, though! After all, it was the first time you’ve made something specially for me.”

You gulp down another mouthful of milk, wiping off the remains with the back of your palm.

“Guess I’m still too weak for your curry.”

A gentle pink tints Jamil’s cheeks. A light, pale blush, spreading like the gentle, warm hues of a sunrise. His hands reach for his collar, closing around the fabric of his hood. Jamil’s fingers fidget around his hood for a second, before yanking it up.

Shielding most of his face from view. Trying to maintain some level of dignity, with his face a blaze of scarlet. Shoving his chair back sharply, Jamil makes for the kitchen once more.

Hastily, you leap up, trailing after him.

“Hey! Where are you going, Jamil?”

Jamil spins around, dark splotches of red dancing across his face. A weight presses into your cheek. His hand, cupping your face gently. Tenderly, even. A soft gesture, contrasting with the callouses that ran through his palm.

“I’m making you another dish. Specially… specially for you. Just for you.

So sit tight and wait for me, ok?

We’ll eat together, this time.”

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ethanmorales · 10 months

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Train Wreck [Ethan Morales Short Fanfic]

Masterlist

Part Two - Crazy

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 2.1k words Warning: swearing Requested: Based on Ariana Grande's song "Boyfriend." / Friends to lovers.

Ethan’s POV

I adjusted the collar of my unbuttoned shirt for the third time as I waited for Y/N to answer the door. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other impatiently. What’s taking her so long? I pulled my phone out to call her when I finally hear the door being unlocked. My heart rate speeds up as she comes into view. I’m overcome with emotion. The emotion that I’m always trying to swallow down when she’s in front of me, though right now, it is intensified and threatens to take over. She was wearing a short white dress that hugged her torso but flared out and swayed at her hips when she walked. Her lips are plump and tinted in a soft natural color. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders. She was so beautiful it made it hard to breathe sometimes.

“Sorry I took so long. I meant to call you earlier.” She greets me like she’s not about to give me a heart attack. I pull the emotion inside me back and respond casually.

“Call me about what?” I ask, trying very hard to focus on her words and not how badly I want to kiss those lips.

Her expression looks apologetical. I frown at this.

“Hey, Y/N.”

I turn around at the new voice.

Our neighbor, Diego, walks up the pathway to us. I stared, confused.

“What’s up, man?” He greets me. Slowly, I bump my fist with his. He looks over my shoulder to YN. My stomach sinks.

“Damn, you look amazing.” He tells her. I look back at her just in time to see a blush creeping onto her cheeks. The sight makes me feel sick.

“What’s going on?” I finally ask. She smiles gently.

“I asked Diego to the party,” she begins, and I try very hard not to react as she continues, “I know you’re meeting with Maia. I figured I should save you the trouble of having to look after me all night.”

I wanted to yell. I wanted to argue. How could she ever think that she’s any trouble to me? How could she think I want to be around anyone more than I want to be around her? I wanted to tell her that I changed into like 10 different outfits thinking about all the times she complimented my style and what she seemed to like. That I was wearing her favorite cologne, the one she got me for my birthday last year. But I said nothing of the sort. Instead, I smiled.

“Cool. I’ll leave you in good hands then.”

She smiles back at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I swallow the need to ask her what’s wrong. It seems she has someone else to ask her those things tonight. I turn to Diego.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” I say quietly close to his ear as I pat his shoulder.

He quirks an eyebrow at me in question, but I say nothing else as I walk away from them, towards my car. I try not to let the anxiety building up in my chest crush me under its weight as I watch them walking down the gravel pathway together, arms linked. I take off.

Y/N POV

I didn’t want to go to the party with Diego. I wanted to go with Ethan. But he was currently into Maia and she would be waiting for him as soon as we arrived. So, for once, I decided not to be a masochist who just swallows the pain of arriving with him just to be left alone in a place where I wasn’t comfortable with anyone else. Inviting Diego was a last-minute decision and was so grateful that he said yes.

We weren’t close, but we’ve had a few nice conversations since he moved next door 6 months ago. I figured this was the least heartbreaking option. Plus, he was too attractive to ignore the fact.

“Ready to go, chica?” He offers me his arm. I link mine around his and we start walking. As I take note of the sexy accent, not for the first time, I’m vaguely aware that I must have a type.

“All black is a good look on you.” I say, noticing the black jeans and the black shirt that’s unbuttoned enough to expose part of his chest. He smiles and looks at me.

“And you look killer in all white.”

I can’t help smiling back. “Thanks.”

We’re in the middle of light conversation about school and the upcoming holidays before he randomly changes the topic.

“So, you and Ethan…” he trails off in a question.

“What about us?”

Diego smiles. “What’s the story? You guys dated before or?”

I shake my head furiously. “No. Not at all. We’ve known each other since we were in diapers. Our moms have been best friends since high school so naturally, we are as well.” I try to keep any kind of emotion out of my voice, but I heard the higher pitch as I spoke. I crossed my fingers that he didn’t hear it too.

“Gotcha. I just… I got a vibe from him earlier, so I thought there was something there.”

I laugh though it’s not funny. “A vibe? from Ethan? Nah, he’s just overprotective. I’m like a little sister to him. Plus, he’s not used to me going out with guys. He usually drags me to places with him. He was probably thrown off.”

Diego chuckles. “Yeah… you’re probably right. That’s cool that you guys have been friends for that long. I don’t know that I could do it.”

I look at him and he meets my gaze with a smile.

“Careful, it almost sounds like you’re flirting,” I tease.

He looks back at the road, but I see him bite his lip before he responds. “I am flirting.”

I feel myself blushing again. “Oh… good to know.” I don’t know what else to say. Yes, he was hot. But he wasn’t Ethan. The thought came to me quickly, but it still made me feel guilty. I pushed it aside and decided to give Diego a chance to woo me tonight. It was time I stopped hoping for the impossible. Ethan would never see me that way. The quicker I moved on, the more pain I could save myself from.

Ethan’s POV

The party was at full force as I walked through the opened door frame. There are people in small groups all around, red cups in their hands. A ping pong table has been set in the middle of the living room and it’s already surrounded by a crowd waiting for their turn to chug cheap beer and get buzzed on attention. I walk past this scene and find the kitchen. My buddy Adrian is there, a cup in his hand. “What’s this?” I ask, but I start downing the contents before he has a chance to reply. The liquid burns down my throat but I still don’t stop.

“It’s vodka.” I heard him say. “You good bro?”

I don’t answer him until I’ve finished what’s in the cup and hand back to him with a smile.

“I’m great! Let’s get this party started!”

I feel arms wrap around my stomach from behind. I freeze for a second. “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you.” Maia. My heart sinks at the realization.

I don’t let that thought form. Instead, I turn around to face her ready to greet her with a kiss. Before I get to do that though, I see Y/N and Diego walking in. He smiles at her and takes her hand. It takes about two seconds of him scanning the room before his gaze lands on me. He smiles wider and winks. Someone is moving next to me, cup in hand. I take it from them, ignoring the protest before I down it too. Beer this time.

“You okay?” This time it’s Maia asking. I wish everyone would stop asking me the same goddamn question. But instead of snapping, I smile down at her before kissing her hard. It was almost like I was taking out my anger out on her. She didn’t seem to mind though. She kissed me back just as fervently. I pulled back and glance at Y/N and found her watching me. Her eyes were sad and something in me hurt at the sight. Before I knew what I was doing, I started walking to her. Diego stepped slightly in front of me as I got to them.

“Having fun already, huh?”

My eyes were on Y/N and the shimmer on them. But I forced myself to peel my gaze away to look at Diego.

“I’m always having fun,” I respond. “Shouldn’t you be getting your date a drink?”

He studies me briefly before looking back at Y/N. “Want a beer?”

“She doesn’t drink.” I say smugly.

Y/N give me a pointed look before she replies to him. “I’ll try one.”

“Great” Diego’s smug expression deepens as he pushes past me, bumping into me as he does. It takes all of me not to pull him back and plant my fist into his stupid smiling face.

“It’s a party. I can drink if I want to.” Y/N says as a response to the look in my face.

“The hell you’re going to drink while you’re with him.” I snap.

I feel a hand on my arm. “What’s going on, Ethan?”

“Not now, Maia.” I pulled away from her touch and grabbed Y/N’s arm, dragging her behind me.

Y/N protests the entire way until I find a big tree in the backyard. I pull her around it, letting the huge trunk shield us from any curious eyes.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Her face is flushed red with anger. She looks so goddamn beautiful like that.

“Fuck.” Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pushing her against the tree. Her eyes widen in surprise, but before she can question me, I grab her face and kiss her. I’m so angry that I think I’m going to kiss her so hard she’ll break, but I am briefly amazed by the fact that she’s kissing me back, with the same amount of passion. I’m fueled by that reaction and deepen the kiss, my hands travel down her arms and move to the small of her back, pushing her closer into me. Her hands tangled in my hair, and I couldn’t stop from moaning in her mouth. I pull back, but stay close enough to breathe each other’s air, our mouths centimeters away.

“Ethan.” Her voice was breathless. I smirk, satisfied.

I kiss her deeply once more then pulled away again.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve spent waiting for the right time to make my move, keeping track of every little interaction until I was mostly sure that you were feeling the same way about me. Earlier today, I could have sworn you were jealous. I thought the time finally had come. Then Diego shows up.” I stopped, overcome with that emotion again, the one that made me feel like I was drowning. Y/N’s eyes are surprised but her hand on my cheek helps me continue.

“I am so in love with you.”

She’s quiet, studying me carefully, trying to see if I was telling the truth. She knew me better than anyone, so she would know if I’m lying.

“What about Maia?” she finally asks.

“A distraction. All those girls have been distractions. The only way I could deal with not being with you. I needed to make sure. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship if you didn’t feel the same.”

“You need to tell her.” Is all she says.

“We’re not dating?”

“But-”

“I promise you. She knows how I feel about you. I have been honest with all of them. They’ve all been involved with me knowing I’m in love with you.”

“That’s crazy,” she whispers. “For how long?”

“How long what?” I ask.

“How long have you had these feelings?”

“3 years.” I’m a little embarrassed to admit this. She shakes her head and finally smiles.

“4 years for me.” She states. “Who is the bigger fool?”

I smile like an idiot.

“Seriously?” she nods at my question. I sigh with relief. “I can’t believe we’ve wasted years.”

She shrugs. “We didn’t know. We were scared.”

“Guess we have a lot of time to make up for.”

“Mhm.” This time she pulls me in for the kiss and I follow her lead. She pulls back quickly.

“Oh God, Diego.” She’s horrified, realizing she had forgotten about him.

I smile wide, “Fuck him.” I kiss her in such a way that there’s no way she’ll even remember his name.

The End.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. Hopefully you enjoyed it! :)

Stay awesome xx

P.S. Diego Tinoco from On the Block as Diego.

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captainremmington-13 · 6 days

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: swearing, mentions of death, making out (not NSFW), a small argument, mention of a sexual joke but it’s not even actually said

A/N: this may be my favorite chapter so far

“I…I think you’ve got the hang of it, angel.”

“Yeah,” you laughed under your breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead. “Me too.”

You were standing in a clearing in the middle of the woods, at least a half-mile from any civilization. You were surrounded by shrubs, flowers, and grass, all of which you’d killed just by extending your hand and wiling it to die.

It had been two days since you’d first discovered this new ability. You and Luke had made it to Nevada without many problems, only encountering a few weak monsters during the train ride. You were more concerned with figuring out the powers that had randomly appeared.

Luke had been nothing but supportive. He continued to prove himself as your greatest ally, and an incredible boyfriend.

He had lead you to the quiet spot in the woods where you currently resided, doing his best to give you pointers regarding how to experiment with your powers. Neither of you had any idea what you were doing, but you assumed that if you were careful enough, you’d be fine.

And you were. You’d successfully gotten a grip on your ability, which you’d nicknamed “the death thing”. You knew that you had to channel some form of extreme emotion for it to work, whether it was anger, fear, or hatred.

If you could control those feelings, you could control your powers.

Luke walked towards you, a small smile on his face. He gave you a quick kiss, and handed you a bottle of Gatorade.

“I’m so proud of you, angel.”

You grin, taking a big gulp of the energy drink. “Thanks. Honestly, I’m pretty proud of myself too. I almost passed out the first couple of times, but I realized that if I don’t overcompensate and channel more of my power than is required, I’ll be fine.”

Luke rubbed your back gently, and took the Gatorade bottle once you were done drinking. He finished it quickly, and placed it back in his backpack. “I’ll recycle this later,” he said, most likely to himself. It was an adorable habit he had, talking to himself to ensure that he remembered things.

“So,” you leaned down and grabbed your own backpack, along with your weapon. “Back to traveling?“

Luke nodded. “Yeah, but there’s no public transport that’s going directly to where we need to be. So…”

You smiled, linking arms with him. “Let me guess. You’re gonna steal us a car.”

“Right as always, baby.”

You blushed, looking up at your boyfriend. Somehow he was cute and insanely fucking hot at the same time. You knew that he would tease you for getting flustered, but you didn’t mind.

After all, when you did something he found attractive, he would get just as lovesick.

So it all evened out eventually.

Thanks to his knack for thievery, Luke managed to steal a nice Mercedes-Benz. You made yourself comfortable in the passengers seat, flipping your boyfriend off when he called you a passenger princess.

“You’re the only one out of us two who can drive, Castellan,” you said snarkily, popping a piece of candy in your mouth. “Unless you wanna let me drive without having any practice, you’re gonna be the designated chauffeur.”

Luke rolled his eyes, but leaned over to give you a kiss. Thankfully, the light was red, or else you would’ve definitely ended up in a car wreck.

“You’re lucky I love you so much, angel,” he said, giving your thigh an affectionate pat. “I wouldn’t let anyone else boss me around like that.”

You giggled, placing your hand over his, which still rested on your upper leg. “I’m honored to be the only person who can give you orders.”

He smiled cockily. “You should be.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You’re so arrogant sometimes, you know?“

“At leadt it’s warranted,” he replied, speeding up the vehicle slightly. “I mean, I am pretty fucking awesome.”

“You sound like a dork.”

He snorted. “Okay, how else am I supposed to word it?”

“Maybe something more like ‘I’m an insanely good swordsman and a dangerously hot individual.’ It’s more obnoxious, but at least it’s not as awkward-sounding.”

Luke smirked, his lips curling upwards. “Dangerously hot, hm? I can imagine you drooling over me internally. I wouldn’t mind you doing it externally, though-“

“Castellan!” you shrieked, slapping him on the arm. “What the fuck has gotten into you?”

Your reaction only made his expression more smug. “I could make a very dirty joke, but I have a feeling you’d throw me out of the car if I did.”

You shook your head, avoiding his intense gaze to attempt to subdue the heat rushing to your cheeks. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me, though.”

“Yeah, I do, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

“I’m kidding, Castellan. You know that I love you, and only you.”

Luke’s grip on your thigh tightened slightly, sending a warm shock through your body.

“That’s much better.”

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Several hours of driving later, you and Luke were sprawled out in the roomy trunk of the Mercedes-Benz. It was wide enough that both of you could lie down without feeling too cramped. A couple blankets covered you both, insulating the body heat you radiated.

“Luke?” you whispered softly. “You still awake?”

You heard him groan quietly, and roll over to face you.

“Yeah, angel, what d’you need?”

Maybe it was the sleepiness getting to you, but you practically melted at his caring words. “You’re not close enough to me.”

He let out a short laugh, and immediately placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you flush against his chest. “That better?”

“Mhm,” you murmured, your body finally relaxing now that you were in his arms.

“You ok?” he asked, stroking your hair softly. “I know today was a long day, I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“I am,” you replied. “But it was worth it. I can finally stop freaking out about the death thing. I’m just concerned that the other campers are gonna start seeing me as a monster again once they find out about it.”

“I doubt that your closer friends will,” Luke said reassuringly. “I know for sure that Annabeth and Chris will treat you the same.”

“I suppose,” you said. “I’m still gonna try to avoid using the death thing when I can. It’s pretty safe at camp, there should be no reason to use it.”

“Makes sense. And if anyone gives you shit about it, let me know. I’ll mess them up real good, I promise.”

You smiled, bring your face closer to his. He cupped your cheek, and pressed his lips with yours. The kiss was slow but heated, and you could feel the romantic tension rising rapidly. Luke’s hands, which were calloused and slightly rough from years of training, slipped under your tank top, rubbing circles on your back with his fingers. It felt so fucking good. The combination of his soothing touch and his soft lips, which were now placing kisses on your jawline and neck, was practically driving you insane.

Luke let out a quiet sigh, moving his hands down to grip your waist gently. He pulled his mouth away from your neck to whisper, “Is this okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Please, please don’t stop.”

Luke immediately resumed kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone. Your hand wandered towards his hair, running your fingers through his curls.

For what seemed like hours, you and Luke exchanged kisses and loving touches. You swore that nothing, not even the Isle of the Blest, could make you this happy.

Finally, you felt your eyelids get heavy, and your mind become fuzzier and slower. When he noticed this, Luke removed his lips from your skin. They were slightly swollen, but as pretty as ever.

“Time for sleep, angel,” he said lovingly, pulling the blanket tighter around your bodies. “If you have nightmares, don’t hesitate to wake me up, ok?”

You hummed in agreement. Snuggling closer to Luke, you closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“G’night, Luke. Love you.“

“Love you too, angel.”

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At the crack of dawn, you and Luke were on the road again. You only had about a day left of travel before you reached the Garden.

As you finally crossed the California border, you decided it was time to start brainstorming a plan to steal a golden apple. Winging it would be a stupid idea, especially because of the fearsome guardian that protected the magical tree.

“We could create a diversion,” you suggested. “I’ll distract the dragon, and you get the apple. Then, we flee before we get our faces melted off.”

“No,” Luke said firmly. “You’re not putting yourself in that much danger by dealing with a full-grown dragon.”

“Luke, I can handle it. Besides, I can fly, I can lead it away from-“

“You can’t out-fly Ladon. He’s incredibly fast, you’ll be killed within minutes.”

You huffed. “Why does everything in our lives have to be so damn complicated?”

Luke reached out to grasp your hand. “Angel, I understand where your frustration is coming from, trust me. But let’s try to focus on the task at hand, so we can come up with a rational plan.”

You averted your eyes from him, feeling slightly embarrassed at your small outburst. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” Luke said, keeping your hands entwined. “I think it would be best for me to be the distraction. I’ll deal with the Hesperides and Ladon. Try to have a friendly conversation with them, pretending to just be interested in admiring the tree. Then, as soon as I see that you have the apple, we’ll retreat.”

“That sounds like a decent idea,” you said. “But what if we can’t retreat fast enough?”

“Then we fight.”

“I don’t like our odds. Besides, it would make Zeus and Hera very angry.”

“Since when did you care about how they felt?”

“I don’t! I just don’t want their wrath to get us killed, that’s all.”

“Fair enough.“

There was silence for a few moments, as you both struggled to come up with a better solution.

Then, you spoke.

“I’ll teleport us out of there.”

Luke let out a short bark of laughter. “Good one, angel.“

“I’m not joking. I did some research a couple months back, and my fath-I mean Thanatos can teleport. That’s how he gets around the world so quickly to collect souls. I think that if I try hard enough, I can-“

“No!” Luke snapped, making you recoil slightly. His face softened immediately, his expression molding into one of guilt. “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean to yell. I just…I don’t want you dying because of a quest Hermes sent us on. You deserve to live a full life, and if it got cut off because of me-“

“Okay, okay,” you cut him off, looking down at your feet. “I get it. Forget I mentioned it.”

Luke sighed. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to lash out like that.”

“It’s fine. I know you just want me to be safe.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “But I’ll try to keep my temper under control. I don’t ever wanna take my anger out on you.”

“Me neither,” you admitted. “Especially since I know it can have some really dangerous consequences.” You rested a hand on his forearm, looking at him lovingly. “I promise I’ll try my best to avoid getting hurt, but you better keep yourself out of trouble too.”

Luke laughed, giving you a teasing smile that made your heart flutter. “Is that a threat?”

“Maybe.”

“You don’t need to threaten me to get me to listen to you, baby.“

“Oh I know,” you replied, giving him a playful grin of your own. “All I have to do is bat my eyelashes and give you a pleading look, and I have you wrapped around my little finger.”

Luke’s cheeks turned a pale shade of pink, making you smile wider. “Where’d you learn that from?“

“Lola and Layla from the Aphrodite cabin. They’ve promised to teach me all their tricks eventually.”

He huffed. “You’re gonna be the death of me one day, you know that?”

You giggled, resting your head back against the headrest of the car seat. “At least you’ll die happy then.”

Luke chuckled, glancing at the sign overhead that read 300 miles to San Francisco.

“Yeah, I’m sure I will.”

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// Louder Than Thoughts.

|| Blade x gn! Reader || || It was painful to breathe. Let alone think. || || 1k words || sfw !! || hurt/comfort, reader is a mess, implied relationship, not proofread, self indulgent || || note/s: the weather was perfect for this. I also wrote this with a wrecked mood due to reading an angsty fic so really I’m writing this to comfort myself. ||

It was one of those nights.

You could not control a single portion of your emotional state. You felt like crying, screaming, ripping yourself apart. It would pass, you knew that. This always happens. But whenever you’re in the middle of it, all you could think about is-

…

The loud thunder disrupts your train of thought for a few moments, your form slumping back down again immediately afterwards. The feeling in your chest did not leave. Was it pain? Sorrow? Anger? Emptiness? You did not know. All you knew is that it was suffocating. It clawed at every part of your being, but especially the deepest depths of your body. It was like a growing curse that situated itself in the core of what is supposedly described to be you. It was a pang of guilt, even, growing with every unspeakable thought crossing your mind.

You begged for it to stop. A portion of you said you deserved more.

Your mind was turbulent as the weather, and this sole fact dampened your mood further. It almost urged for your state to grow even worse than it is now. You held back tears, a choking sensation forming in your throat the longer your persisted. You pulled your knees to your chest, hugging them as you buried your face into your arms. You sought out for some sort of warmth, but only the cold of the night embraced you.

At that point you couldn’t hold it in anymore. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You cried and cried, the loud rain drowning out your soft sobs and the occasional sniffle. For the nth time did you beg for it to stop, whether it be the overwhelming emotions in your chest, or the physical pain that came from it.

The rain was too loud. But your thoughts were louder.

You didn’t even notice how intensely Blade was staring at your slumped form. How your head rested against the sliding doors that led to the back of your residence. The bellowing wind kept entering, and he’d notice how you’d shiver each time it grew in intensity.

Just what the hell were you doing out here? He thought.

It took him a while to even step towards you. Was he supposed to? He couldn’t hear your cries, and it was certain that he could not hear the things that ran through your head. But after knowing you for so long, he knew that something was amiss. Because on a regular day, even with such weather you’d react openly towards it. You’d point it out to him, maybe even connecting it with some distant memory you had previously forgotten. But here, you kept to yourself, hiding away the expression of your face. Secretive, he’d think, but it was a secret he didn’t want you to keep.

Or at least, a secret he didn’t want you to suffer alone with.

To him, his steps felt heavy. It took him much effort to crouch by your side, a hand hovering by your shoulder. He examined you further, and his hesitation grew. His brows furrowed upon seeing how your form would slightly jolt up now and again, a gasp for air to fill your lungs. He wouldn’t dare make your mood worse, for he knew that when you were vulnerable- one wrong move and it could send you spiraling further. Did you need him, or did you need time? He pondered, his stare so intense he could’ve sworn you’d felt it by now.

But maybe you were just that far gone, and you needed him to bring you back.

Warmth seeped into your clothes and onto your skin, his hand finally placed on your shoulder. He did not speak, but that alone gave you a tinge of comfort- yet it brought back the exact opposite of what it was supposed to bring you. You felt guilty, dreadful for even making him so worried that he personally had to come and calm you down. The man barely rested his mind and soul, yet here he was, trying to comfort you. You internally cursed at yourself for being so incompetent. So useless. Unable to do anything on your own. Why did the eternally wounded have to look after one who’s mood was swayed by the wind? You bit the insides of your mouth, wanting to cry louder.

“Look at me.”

You couldn’t lift your head.

“Listen to me.”

You could barely hear him.

A sigh left him. Not out of annoyance, but of mild concern. But to you, it sounded that he was irritated. Irritated that you didn’t comply, and that what you were doing was irrational, stupid. It never was that way but…your mind deceives. And it continued to do that. You buried your head further into your arms, tilting you head away from the presence of the swordsman. You didn’t dare look at him. You couldn’t bare to meet his eyes, not when you felt this way.

He stared. His mind was racking itself for answers, for things to do to help you. His hand left your shoulder, the lingering warmth fading into nothingness. Your body grew colder, even, at the loss of his touch. You thought he upped and left. But you were wrong.

His arm ducked beneath your knees, another behind your back as he lifted you gently, effortlessly. His sudden movements startled you greatly, a yelp almost leaving your lips. Yet you said nothing, the feeling that was plaguing you keeping your silence.

In that one swift movement, you were now perched atop his lap, his hand that was previously under your legs now by your head. You found solace in his touch, warmth melting away at what used to fill the contents of your mind. It was like a miracle. He was a miracle.

He carefully urged for you to rest against his chest, your ear right above his heart. Somehow, such soft rhythmic sound slowly eased the torment in your mind and soul.

The rain was loud. Your thoughts were louder, but the beating of his heart was loudest of all.

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