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vorish-wonderland · 1 year

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Floyd has been bothering Riddle a bit too much recently. Riddle, who's been studying shrinking spells for an assignment in class, realizes he has the perfect way to get Floyd to stop annoying him.

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, a sequel scenario to Let's Play Hide & Seek~!

✮✶True Or False✶✮

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Riddle was studying in the library again. It's still quite a peaceful experience, but...

Ever since the incident with Floyd last month, Riddle hasn't exactly liked being alone in the library.

Not to mention Floyd's been annoying him even more this past month.

"Hey hey Goldfishie~ You tasted so good, can I eat you again~?"

"Goldfishie, you should talk to Azul and make a contract! That way I can eat you again when you break it~!"

"Ehehe, I just felt so good with you in there~ Mmmmhmhm... you filled me up so well, Goldfishie~"

"C'mon, just let me get a lick, Goldfishie~!!"

Riddle sighed, and just continued studying one of his spell books. This project includes learning a shrinking spell, huh...? It sure would be fun to get back at Floyd for what happened by, like, shrinking him and putting him in a jar he can't get out of, or something... yeah, that'd be funny.

"Hey Goldfishie~!!"

Speak of the devil...

"Goldfishie, I just had a really fun idea for something we can do together~!"

Riddle clutched at his stomach as Floyd spoke. He'd woken up surprisingly late today with no time to eat breakfast... he was regretting that decision now.

Suddenly, Riddle got an idea.

He grabbed his magic pen from his breast pocket and quickly cast the spell he was studying on Floyd.

"Woah, what was that, Goldfish?" Floyd asked. "My body's feelin' all weird..."

In almost less than a second, Floyd shrunk to about the same size Riddle was during the incident last month.

Riddle picked up Floyd and placed him down on the table in front of him.

"Am I dreaming?" Floyd asked. "If so, why aren't you a goldfish, Goldfishie?"

"...I've been wondering things about merfolk recently." Riddle said. "Let's play a little true or false game, Floyd."

"Huh-?"

"True or false..." Riddle unscrewed the cap to his water bottle. "Even when under the effects of a potion... a merman will revert to his true form when exposed to water. True or false, Floyd...?"

"Psh, false, obviously-" Riddle suddenly poured some water onto Floyd.

"Hm. Seems you were wrong." Riddle said, looking down at Floyd, still tiny but now in his merform. "Next question... before merfolk were recognized as people, many of them were caught and used as food. True or false, Floyd?"

"H-hey wait, Goldfishie, you... you aren't about to-"

"True. Though humans have tried to bury this fact." Riddle explained, picking up Floyd. "Final question. I'm hungry enough to eat anything right now. True. Or. False. Floyd."

"I'm... I-I'm gonna hope it's... false...?"

Riddle simply smiled, before putting Floyd tail-first into his mouth.

"Hang on Goldfishie!! Let's talk this out! You, y-you don't really want to eat me, right?!" Floyd actually started panicking.

Riddle made sure to enjoy this.

And then, he swallowed.

"Hahaha! Good joke, Goldfishie!! Y-you really got me-!"

Again.

"No! Goldfish don't eat morays! That's just not how this works! So you gotta stop this, Goldfishie!"

Again. At this point, Floyd's whole tail was in Riddle's throat.

"GOLDFISHIE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"

Riddle thought it was funny, hearing Floyd panic like this. He enjoyed being the more powerful one.

"Goldfishie... I-I'm begging you, please don't-"

Riddle swallowed one final time, making sure to do so before Floyd could finish speaking.

Riddle exhaled contently. Floyd tasted... terrible, probably because of his weird eel slime. But, despite the terrible taste, Riddle still enjoyed feeling Floyd go down...

Meanwhile, Floyd was freaking out because oh my seven Goldfishie just fucking ate him.

"Thank you for the snack, Floyd." Riddle contently licked his lips.

Riddle continued going about his day as if he didn't have one of the Leech twins in his stomach.

He found himself involuntarily blushing whenever he felt Floyd's little squirming movements.

This is about the time contact breakers start panicking and begging to get out... they start taking about how it's starting to 'hurt' and they'll do 'whatever Azul tells them to' if they're let out. Floyd wasn't in any pain, but... there's almost no water in here, which is not great for him, seeing as he's stuck in his merform...

"Hey, Goldfishie..." Floyd said. "It's gettin' kinda hard to breathe in here... c-could ya maybe... I dunno, let me out and pour some water on me...?" He asked, scratching at the moving walls of Riddle's stomach.

"Hmhm... that tickles, Floyd." Riddle mockingly said. "And relax, you're safe in there~"

"...why does that sound so familiar?"

"Because you said almost that exact sentence to me when you ate me, Floyd." Riddle angrily said.

"Oooohhhhh... oh, oh yeah, that... that makes sense..." Floyd said to himself. "It's a sorta dramatic irony thing, yeah?"

"I simply wanted to get back at you for eating me." Riddle said, taking a large sip of water. "I'm not going to let you out for a while, by the way. But don't be worried, I used a spell to temporarily halt digestion, you'll be fine."

"...I'm still gonna suffocate, Goldfishie."

"Are you?"

And then, a rush of water flooded the tight area.

"Huh. Guess not." Floyd said, now surrounded by water. "You're reeeal petty, y'know that, Goldfishie?"

"FOR WANTING TO GET BACK AT YOU FOR EATING ME?!"

"Well when you put it like that..."

"Although..." Riddle contently poked at his full stomach. "I'm starting to understand why you liked having me inside of you~"

"Good to see we're starting to understand each other." Floyd said, mostly to himself. "So... could you maybe let me out~?"

"No."

"Yeah, should've expected that..."

This was a learning experience for both boys.

Riddle learned he likes the taste of eel, and Floyd learned he doesn't like being eaten.

#tbh the idea of floyd being a prey is funny to me #bc like he's one of the leech twins #a terrifying moray eel merman who absolutely gives pred energy #and being eaten by riddle of all ppl? very funny at least imo #soft vore #safe vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #riddle rosehearts #floyd leech #gt vore #v.ore #v/ore #florid #furorido #floyd x riddle

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atmymercy · 2 years

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Hello again! I'm here giving you feedback for the amazing reading you gave to me<3

I'm sorry it took two days I think I was really busy with college projects. But once a read the message, it really felt like a kiss I'm the forehead as you said🥰 I was struggling with thinking my guides were actually aware of what I've been going through, I'm so happy and thankful they are looking after me and protecting me as well.

I got chills when you talked about feeling bad for spending in clothes or being hurt by a person, idk if they were just examples but those were things that actually happened in my life last month lmao.

I loved your way to channel the message from my guides. It arrived perfectly and felt like a warmth hug🥺❤️ thank you so much for the reading love<3

Also, the king of coins part... Guuurl 😏

hello h! aww feedback? for me? hehe thank you so much!!

psh! your feedback is never late! never! i understand that your life always takes priority but i'm so grateful that you did make the time! aww i'm so glad it felt like a kiss on the forehead too! i love when their meaning gets across! they totally want to interact with you!

ooh chills! you know your spirit guides are watching when they are literally tattling on you! lol but doing it for a good reason because they don't want you to hold yourself back because of some extra spending or whatever!

i'm just so glad you loved your reading! thank you so much! these feedback really help me keep going!

and yes it was a big ol' king of coins, honey! lolol

love & light!

-tea

#tea tarot reading feedback

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pajama-han · 2 years

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Arcane characters react to their SO having a stuffed toy as their comfort object (Arcane characters x GN reader)

Jinx

- Thinks it’s the cutest thing in the whole world that you carry around a little plushie

- Will 100% sew tiny outfits for it and dress it up.

- Talks to it a lot (it tells the funniest stories)

- Will ship it with her rabbit

- Might get a bit jealous if you pay more attention to it than to her.

- This will get you a clingy Jinx on your back, poking your cheek with a playful pout

- “Save some cuddles for meeeee!”

- As if you could get any more adorable in her eyes.

- Whenever you’re holding it, she’ll give you a kiss and kiss the plush as well.

- “Lookin’ good today, babe! You, too, (Plush’s name)!”

- Always makes sure you have it before you set out.

- “You got (Plush’s name)? They can hang out in my backpack if you want.”

- Will decimate anyone who teases you about it.

Caitlyn

- Buys a matching one for herself immediately and gives it a cute, silly name.

- Whenever you’re together, she poses the plushes in cute ways.

- Whenever she’s working on a tough case, you’ll see her plush in her arms. Sometimes she asks it questions about it, and she makes it talk back in a silly voice.

- This, surprisingly, helps her get over quite a few hurdles.

- “Thank you for your help, Detective Chiffon! Now, I believe you had a tea party scheduled with (your Plush’s name).”

- Will offer to mend for you it if the fabric gets torn.

Ekko

- Will tease you about it at first, but will back off once he sees how much it means to you

- Thinks it’s awesome that you have such a nice way of calming down.

- Also thinks you’re too precious for words.

- Shows you off to everyone at the hideaway, "Guys look, my baby has a baby!!"

- Like Jinx, he might get a bit jealous of it, and might get a bit clingy.

- He’ll be hanging off of your shoulders and kiss your cheek, “Yeah, (Plush’s name) is cute. But I’m still the cutest, right, babe?”

Viktor

- The first time he sees you with it, he’ll smile a bit teasingly.

- “Hello, Y/N. Care to introduce me to your friend?”

- Once properly introduced, he will shake it’s paw/hand politely.

- Loves it when you bring it to the lab when you visit.

- You know how some software developers have rubber ducks at their desk that they explain their coding to in order to find the problem with it? Yeah.

- On more than one occasion, you’ve come into the lab looking for your plushie only to see Viktor and Jayce taking turns explaining their latest Hextech conundrum to it.

- Then, they’ll realize the error, and whoop, cheer, and hoist the plush into the air triumphantly.

- “Little (Plush’s name) is quite an asset to the team. Mind if I credit them in our dissertation?”

- (He’s completely serious about that)

Silco

- Finds it childish but won’t make fun of you.

- Forbids you from taking it out in public with him, though.

- It’s not because he’s embarrassed, he would just hate for it to get lost, stolen, dirty, or hurt.

- Yes, he specifically says “hurt” rather than “damaged”

- Once when you couldn’t find your plush, you found Silco staring at it on his desk, gently stroking one of its hands/paws. He had just finished a stressful meeting with the Chem Barons, but when you caught him with the plush, he looked calm.

- If you get him one for himself (because you don't want your plushie reeking of smoke), he’ll scoff a bit and jam it into one of his desk drawers dismissively.

- But after that, every time he has a rough day, you hear him open that drawer and take it out. If he catches you peeking in on his private moment, he’ll scowl at you.

- “This doesn’t leave this room.” The words would have more venom in them if he wasn’t cradling his own comfort object so close to his heart.

#arcane x reader #jinx x reader #vi x reader #Caitlyn x reader #Ekko x reader #Viktor x reader #Silco x reader #What? I'm projecting again? Psh no way as if...#fluff #GN reader #I am subjecting my mutuals to all this nonsense and I'm sorry

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writing-with-smut · 2 years

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Here's a story I wrote. now out on ao3 and wattpad. the link is to the ao3 version to read the rest. enjoy :)

“Tell me again why I should help you with your homework?”

“Because,” Lance whined as he set his books on the library table. “I have an art project with some kid in my class and I'm too focused on that to do my English assignment.”

Pidge rolled her eyes as she went back to typing on her computer. It wasn't unusual for pidge and lance to hang out in the library. Sometimes hunk would come and study with them while listening to lance bitch about his assignments. Pidge would continue to ignore him while Hunk gave some kind of advice on studying that would ultimately get ignored. It was Mostly his English ones. It was his bitching about another person that piqued Pidge’s interest.

“What’s her name?

“Him. and keith? He looks like some 2005 emo with a mullet.” Lance visibly cringed as he described keith. Pidge suppressed a laugh, shaking her head.

“A 2005 emo? With a mullet no less. Other than his appearance, is there anything else bothering you?”

“He’s an acrylic artist while I work with watercolour and charcoal. He makes it look soOoO easy, but it's not and I hate him for it. Our project is to paint the other titanic style. I'm going to die pidge, DIE”

Pidge rolled her eyes again, her thesis almost finished. “Its called gay panicking, and you’re going to be fine. Do the project, then forget about him. This Keith guy seems like a nice kid. Maybe you should, oh i don't know, be friends with him?”

“Who are we being friends with?” Hunk set his backpack on the floor next to his chair. “Sorry i'm late, culinary 3 was taking longer than expected to clean up today”

Lance’s head fell to the table with a thud, groaning.

“He’s having boy troubles. His partner in art is hot apparently.”

“I never said keith was hot”

“Keith Kogane?” Lance nodded. Hunk thought back to his economics class.

“He sits one row down and to the left of me. Nice dude. Sometimes I can see the wikipedia page open on his laptop and it's always some cryptid.”

“Even better. Ugh, i'm going to jump in front of a bus”

Pidge packed up Her belongings, giving Lance a sympathetic look. Hunk clapped lance on the back. “ I know Keith, he’s my co-host. Anyway, Good luck. And don't die yet! We want a full report tomorrow!”

All Lance gave back was a thumbs up as he packed up his belongings. “psh, I have to go over right now to talk about our project. That bus is looking like a pretty good choice right now”

They all laughed as he walked out of the library. Their goodbyes echoing in lanced brain as he walked through the long corridors to the dorm rooms. Keith had given Lance his room number earlier in class, so that Lance could come over and they could discuss the best way to go about their project.

“Stupid fucking acrylics” lance muttered as he gathered the courage to knock on keith’s door.

Now, the college was one that had dorm rooms built into the college itself. It had four stories, and the shape it made was rather obscure. The freshmen have the bottom floor, the first floor with most of the drama majors and auditorium for the theatre majors to put on plays. The sophmores have the second floor, and so on. There were two libraries. One in the north wing and the other in the southeast wing. Keith’s dorm room was in one of the farthest hallways, making Lance's trip a nerve racking experience as he thought of every bad possible outcome that could happen. But as he was standing in front of Keith's door now, his mind went blank. His fist rapped on the wood softly, hands clammy as they gripped his bookbag strap and fidgeted with it.

“Hello?” Keith’s head popped around the door as he opened it, eyebrows stitched together in confusion. He had forgotten that lance would be coming over. His hair was tied back and he was wearing black glasses that framed his face nicely.

Lance was having a hard time breathing. The window behind Keith had the curtains pulled back. The setting sun cast a rainbow of colour behind him, and lance? Lance was wide eyed and very aware of the sleep marks that littered Keith's cheek.

“Uh- what?”

“Hi! You wanted to talk earlier about our art project?” lance fumbled over his words as he spoke. “ I can come back later if you’re busy-”

“No! No, it's fine. I just took a small nap. Please, do come in” Keith stepped to the side, flashing a small smile towards lance. Lance returned the smile as he walked past. The dorm was the same as his, except there were way more posters on Keith's wall and, wait, was that a cryptid case connected with red string?

As Lance looked through each case taped to the wall, Keith moved to the mini fridge. “Are you thirsty?”

“Hm? Oh, no. i'm good, thank you though. So about our project…” lance sat in the ugly green chair that every dorm was provided with, getting the instructions out of his bag. The teacher had provided a list of Do’s and Don'ts for the students to follow. Some included, and were not limited to: Don’t stick anything in the clay, Do use colour, Don’t imprint your body onto a canvas/clay/piece of work. It should have been self explained, but most people wouldn't even read the directions.

“I was thinking that maybe we should get to know each other more since, well, we’ll be practically naked in front of the other for this project” Keith sat on the other chair, sipping his coke. He nodded, setting it down on the stand beside him.

“Okay then. I'm Keith, I like cryptids. I have my own blog. Sometimes I go down into the broadcasting room and talk on this show a friend of mine had created. My brother works here, and I hate my roommate. “ pursing his lips, Keith gestured for Lance to go. “Oh, and i have one of the only walk in closets on campus”

“You- what? No way. Show me.”

“Show you?”

“Yeah,” Lance shrugged. “I wanna see it. There’s no way that you have the only walk-in closet on the Garrison institute campus. I call bullshit”

Keith stood abruptly from his chair, he grabbed lance by the wrist and pulled him to the closet. Stumbling to catch up, lance followed. The room was noticeably bigger than most dorms that lance had been in before. The door to the closet was an eggshell white, and when Keith opened it and turned on the lights, Lance's jaw fell open.

“See? Told you so”

Lance wasn't listening as he walked into the closet, looking at the shelving.

“I’ve never seen one built like this. It isn't bad though.”

The door to the dorm opened. A male voice and a female voice were arguing. It seemed to lance like it was playful arguing, but Keith's face said otherwise.

“Fuck, that’s my roommate and his girlfriend. I'm avoiding him right now, so we’re just gonna stay in here for a bit” Keith closed the door to the closet, then moved to sit on the floor.

“What did he do to piss you off enough to stay in a fucking closet?”

“He’s been a huge dick for the past two weeks. It’s nothing but arguing, him bringing his girlfriend over and kicking me out. And then he spilt coffee all over a midterm paper I had finished and did nothing about it. Oh, and lets not forget the time he brought another girl over to makeout with while he’s still dating his girlfriend” Keith huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest. Lance sat next to him.

“That’s not bad. At least your roommate isn't your friend's brother. Who, by the way, is a walking shitpost. He makes all kinds of meme references in the cringiest ways. Plus he’s super hot, so it's distracting whenever he-”

“You like guys?” The question was mumble. It wasn't a mean question, or even a teasing one, but one of general interest.

“Yeah, of course. Im bisexual. Usually i lean towards girls, but there's been a few guys that caught my eye.'' Lance sent a playful wink Keith's way. His toothy grin housing that he was teasing.

“Jesus, lotor. There’s no need to be upset. I said I'd be at the library and I was. What’s the fucking problem?”

“What’s the problem? You were studying with some guy, Allura, and kept flirting with him! That's the problem”

Keith sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. His eyes travelled around the room until they landed on lance. Many things stood out to keith; like the freckles that littered Lance's cheeks, or the mole near his hairline behind his ear. He was an attractive guy, Keith knew that much. He was gay for god’s sake! But he hasn't told anyone but his brother. He protested at first when he was paired up with Lance, and he wouldn't be upset if Lance had complained too. But now that Keith was seeing him up close? He didn't mind as much.

“Do they fight like this all the time?”

“Yeah”

Lance frowned.

“How do you handle that?”

Keith sighed, looking up at Lance's face. His eyes were stationed on keith.

“I dont. It sucks, but i can't do anything about it other than drowning it out with music or podcasts”

A crash sounded from the main dorm, and the arguing continued to grow. Lance noticed Keith wincing at it, and decided to do something.

His hands cupped Keith's face, kissing him softly on the lips. Keith’s eyes widened in shock, but began to close as he leaned into the kiss. As their gentle kiss grew heated, both males manoeuvred themselves; Keith laying on his back, fingers gripping the back of Lance's neck as his tongue mapped out his mouth. Lance straddled Keith's legs, one knee in between. His fingers gripping soft hips. Pulling at Keith's shirt to take it off. Keith obliged as he pulled at lance’s too.

Grinding up onto Lance's thigh, Keith whined at the loss of Lance's mouth on his. His whining turned to whimpers as lance sucked marks onto his neck, kissing and biting at any part he could touch. Fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants as lance tried to pry open the button without looking.

“What are we doing?” Keith said between moans, arching into lance’s lips that had trailed down Keith's chest.

“This-” a kiss to Keith's collarbone.

“Is-” a kiss to Keith's left shoulder.

“called-” then to his right.

“A Distraction.” trailing his tongue back up to Keith's lips, he kissed them gently. Reassuring Keith that he wasn't going to do anything he didn't want to.

“Tell me you want me to stop, and I will.” Keith shook his head, his eyes looking into lance’s.

“Don't stop. Please, i-,” Keith blushed, turning his face away from lance’s gaze. “Ugh, fucking hell. I need you.”

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shsl-fander · 2 years

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HAPPY LOGINCE WEEK DAY 5 ; THIS ONE IS REALLY REALLY ANGSTY I'M SO SORRY 😭

Tw: insecurities, self doubt (I needed at least some self projection onto ro-) Roman angst, crying.

Universe : Canon-verse

Prompt: Logan helps Roman with his writing with a lot of Roman angst-

Roman groaned miserably, slamming his head into his pillow. No matter what he seemed to write, it didn't seem good enough. He was creativity! He was being creative, so why was he still not writing good. Could he not even do that right? If he couldn't,would that mean his insecurities were right? He grunted, glancing up at his laptop again for a moment ; the glare shining directly into his eyes. After a few more minutes he heard a knock on his door. Roman jumped, perking up before he shoved his blankets off himself ; trying to look professional. "Oh-! Uhm Come in! You are welcome to the prince's castle!" he joked, speaking quickly.

Logan slowly creaked Roman's door open, "ah salutations Roman, it's me Logan. Thomas requested I come check on how your work is coming and correct some of it-" he cleared his throat, glancing around Roman's room. It was a bit messier than usual, Roman's lights were dimmed but his fairy lights were still on shinning red, his laptop was placed onto his lap, Roman sitting on his canopy bed.

Roman gulped, Logan was here to see his work. He knew his work wasn't good enough for himself, which means it definitely wasn't good enough for Logan. He never thought he was good enough for Logan, no matter how much he wished he could be Roman knew he didn't show it enough, but all he wanted was for Logan to like him, well...love him. He really liked Logan, but he wasn't serious ; unlike Logan.

"Oh Nerd! Welcome uhm, I'm not exactly done with my writing yet that's the thing-" Roman admitted sheepishly, gazing away from the logical trait. "Sorry Specs." He blinked, trying to keep the plastered smile on his face. Though the corners of his mouth twitched, trying to force back a frown. Writers block killed him. Roman hated making mistakes, he took it personally, like it valued his self worth.

Logan trotted closer to Roman, watching Roman's expression change from a smile to a frown, back to a smile in a matter of seconds. He felt a tinge of worry hit him. His chest tightened for some reason he didn't quite understand, he wanted Roman to be okay. "That is alright, let me see what you have so far. We need something to work with."

Roman hesitantly scotted closer towards the edge of his bed, holding his laptop close, "it's not really my best work Specs, I don't want you to get upset," he murmured. "I don't,I don't want you to think of my work the way I'm thinking of it-" he shook his head, "Not that I'm thinking of it in a bad way! Psh I don't do that! I'm a prince!" He exclaimed, trying to save himself. Great save Roman.

Logan nodded, raising an eyebrow before he sat down next to Roman. "Roman, you are Thomas's creativity, even if we don't agree on much whatever you have conjured up cannot be absolutely awful."

Roman handed Logan his laptop, placing it into Logan's lap ; watching the other's expression nervously. "Come on Microsoft at least say something," he chuckled awkwardly.

Logan stared at Roman's laptop, focussed on reading. "Roman, really this is not as bad as your making it sound. Some parts are a little wordy, or don't have enough words. But we can fix it," he said turning his head to look at Roman. He noticed Roman's expression fading. Logan felt a figurative tug at his heart, it hurt seeing Roman upset. "Roman, my apologies, are you okay?" He gently placed a hand on Roman's shoulder, "please don't take this personally, Thomas asked me to help you. That's all I want to do. But if you're not up for work-" he paused, he couldn't believe he was saying this, "we don't need to." He cared about Roman, more than he did any script or story.

Roman shook his head, holding back his own tears. It was just criticism, why was he reacting like this? Because it was from someone who meant so much to him. "No no Specs It's okay, I just hate making mistakes. Especially compared to you, you're so perfect and serious, I'm never good enough for that." He sighed,"That's not your fault though Nerd, it's mine. It's just my insecurities- but they're right!"

Logan's eyes widened ; hearing with Roman was saying was heartbreaking. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt Roman, he knew that they would disagree on a lot of things ; but he really loved Roman. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel that way. Roman, it's unhealthy to hold yourself to such a high standard." He paused "I lo- I mean we love you, you know that right?"

Logan held his hands out, incase Roman wanted a hug. Logan was not a physical comfort person or really comfort in general. But, Roman was an exception. Maybe one day he'd tell him why. But for now, all he could do was be here for Roman.

Roman practically jumped into Logan's arms, letting a few tears fall from his eyes, softly crying into Logan's shirt. "God- I'm so sorry Nerd, I don't know why I got like this over a stupid writing-"

Logan shook his head, "no no It is quite alright," he insisted, keeping his tone quiet and gentle. "Is something else bothering you too?"

Roman shrugged mindlessly, "kind of, stuff's pilling up I guess," he sniffled "thank you Lo"

Word Count: 953

#ts logan #ts roman #sanders sides #logan sanders #tssides #roman sanders #logince #logince my beloved #logince week 2022 #loginceweek2022 #logince week #logince fanfiction #hurt comfort #roman angst

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dangerously-human · 2 years

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One of my friends (longtime visitors of this blog may recall former office crush #1) texted this morning to ask what I know about something that is a somewhat niche area of knowledge for me - I do a lot with it for work, and it was the focus of the research proposal I wrote for school last semester. And it was incredibly fun to actually be invited to go off about a special interest, especially because I am so, so rarely the expert in our conversations, and usually I'm the one asking questions and learning from him. I've been thinking lately how neat it would be to work on a project with him again, and, distantly, this would kind of count, if he sticks with it and does end up asking me more questions. It's also just refreshing to know things and be able to help people with them, ya know? Friends I work with will ask me out of the blue for info about autism-related scales or principles of data management or, heck, Excel stuff, and it's really fun to be able to share knowledge and learn from each other. I guess that's networking, it just feels super weird because, like, are we old/official enough to say we're networking and not just asking each other questions and helping connect each other with whatever resources we happen to have connections to already? Also these are just people I used to work with and became friends with along the way, psh, that's not networking, there were no name tags and stuffy conference rooms with awkward forced small talk involved, that doesn't count!

#personal #research rambling

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jzixuans · 5 years

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Hey, I've been feeling down recently and was wondering if you had any Logince headcannons. Platonic or romantic work, whichever you feel more comfortable with. Sorry if I'm bothering you.

aw lad don’t worry about bothering me i’m glad to share some headcanons ! i hope you feel better soon!

now, might i interest you in some childhood friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers logince? [PREPARE FOR A LONG ASS BULLET FIC I’M SO SORRY (google docs says it’s 4.2k words oh my god)]

they’ve known each other since the first grade because oh my god they were neighbours

they were the kind of childhood friends that were aware of each other’s presence and they hung out a little on the playground and worked on group projects but they didn’t really click

there WERE occasions tho where their parents would sit them down together for play dates bc one or more of said parents were Occupied with Important Adult Stuff

and since this was way back when they were wee lil smols, they were hyperactive lil children

so they played lots of adventure games, lots of role-playing, play fighting, that kind of stuff (twas often the dashing daring prince accompanied by his wise magickal advisor)

okay, so maybe they did click, but only a little (so they say)

they liked most of the same stuff, reading, learning, doing stuff with all that knowledge in those big brains of theirs, and that was pretty much the base of their close-but-not-that-close-friendship

and then they got older, and as all kids do, they started prioritizing different things

logan still loved learning and applying that knowledge, but it was more of a ‘learn and apply what knowledge can make you really successful’ and that was how he found his love of science

for roman, it was more of a ‘take what you’ve learned and use it to create your own path to success’ because he planned to go into music and theatre

as a result of this, both boys were exceptional students, except logan cared maybe a little too much about the academics and roman not enough

as the years went by, logan threw himself into studying, making schedules and routines so that he could make sure he knows what he needs to know and maybe a little bit more on the side, who cares if he lost an hour of two of sleep?

roman just learned to go with the flow, so he took everything in stride, took in what he needed, left the rest, and focused on his art instead, even if he’s started to grow an unhealthy apathy to school

and maybe logan falls just short of perfect on his tests, and he looks over and roman has glowing one hundreds in red ink on his

logan looks back down at his and the teacher has written ‘Think outside the box!’

meanwhile logan answers every question in class with scary accuracy, beaming with pride whenever the teacher praises him, and after school that same day roman gets pulled aside with an ‘I know you’re smart, so why don’t you want to put in the work?’

of course logan’s parents wonder why his grades don’t match his progress work, and roman’s parents wonder how he can spend all his time singing and dancing and still come out with high nineties (“is he cheating?”)

and the two have been drifting apart enough as it was, but now they kind of hate each other because ‘why can’t i just be more like him?’

logan starts hating roman because ‘he doesn’t even CARE, how is he doing better than me?’ (part of him misses the days when roman cared so much about anything and everything)

roman starts hating logan because ‘he’s so stiff and condescending, why can’t he just be happy for me?’ (and part of him misses when logan would so willingly stand by his side as his faithful warlock advisor)

so naturally, competition just kind of,,,, grows between them, until they’re constantly at each other’s throats and everyone else watching the shitshow go down has absolutely no idea where the hell all this animosity came from

at this point logan has a new friend in virgil fray and roman has befriended patton hart (virgil and patton know not to bring up the boys’ ‘rivalry’)

of course, being neighbours, they can’t exactly escape each other, and their rooms are adjacent to each other’s (they used to just lean out their windows and talk side by side, but they haven’t in yEARS)

so it’s nearing summer, and it’s hot out so roman’s working on his homework with the window open when he hears this cry of frustration, the angry pushing back of a chair, and the throwing open of the door

his first thought is one of smug satisfaction knowing that logan is dealing with school worse than he is, but then a flash of black catches his eye underneath his window

he makes it to the window just in time to see logan hop the fence in his backyard, and that only means one thing: he’s going to the old park behind their houses

neither of them have touched that park in ages

roman is Intrigued™, so he caps his pen, turns off his lamp and tells his parents he’s going for a walk before dashing out the back door

when he gets to the park, logan’s somehow managed to climb on top of the roof of the play structure

and roman ain’t slick so he just stands at the bottom and yells up to him

and logan is Lost In Thought so he nearly falls off (lbr roman thought it was funny)

“what are you doing here?”

“well excuse me, suck-rates, i happened to notice that you weren’t doing too hot and wanted to see if you were okay.”

“like you’ve ever cared.”

“woah there, is blink 180-ew rubbing off on you?”

“lay off of him.”

“alright, alright, fine. forgive me for checking in on you.”

“you have a horrible way of showing people that you care, then.”

“well you have a horrible way of being a good friend.”

it just kind of,,,, slipped out, and now both boys are Oh Shit

but both boys are also not the type to back down from their feelings so they kind of have the Silent Stare-Off of Stubborness

roman decides to be the bigger person (bc any chance to one-up logan) and cave first

“so uh, what’s been bothering you?” (psh you thought he was gonna apologize first? not yet fam)

logan rolls his eyes bc this asshole amirite, but he wants to vent and this is probably his best opportunity to tell roman what’s really been bugging him

“i don’t know how you manage to do it.”

“do what?”

“do so well in school! you don’t even try!” and damn dude that one stings because he sounds exactly like his parents and every other teacher

“so you’re angry because you’re jealous that i’m better than you at everything.”

“that’s not what i meant and you know it.”

“i’ll have you know that i do try.”

“but you don’t care.”

“about school.”

“what?”

“i mean yeah, sure, i don’t care about school that much because i don’t really need it to go into music or theatre, but i still do my work.”

“but―”

“don’t you dare say anything about my grades because you know damn well that you’re smarter than me.”

“am not―”

“besides, weren’t you the one that told me in the fifth grade that ‘grades don’t mean shit’? my my, what a foul mouth for ten-year-old logan crane.”

“shut up.”

“nah.”

and by now logan’s decided that roman’s probably not going to rip his head off so he climbs down to stand beside him

and maybe the sun is setting bc i’m a classy romantic

and they’re having a Soft Quiet Moment

“…please don’t tell me that school was the only reason why u hated me.”

“… why did you hate me?” smh lo you’ve got to stop deflecting

“…”

“are you kidding me.”

“YOU STARTED IT”

“what no you did shut up”

and wOw now it’s awkward so

“oh would you look at that, it’s getting late, my parents are gonna think that i’m slacking again, better go. good talk let’s do this again sometime okay byee” and whoop roman just zooms off

and logan realizes that maybe roman’s life isn’t as perfect as he makes it out to be

but too late roman’s gone and he doesn’t want to look like he’s following him so he waits a good half hour before trekking back home

logan doesn’t finish his homework that night because he’s too busy rethinking the past many many years

the next day, he’s frantically trying to cram his work in during his lunch period

virgil takes one look at him and he says “dude, are you okay?”

“no”

“cool, let me know if i can do anything to help.” and maybe it’s a cold answer but logan and virgil are cold edgy people so that’s just how they do

after like twenty minutes virgil takes out his earbuds like “you haven’t complained or sent one angry glare in roman’s direction what the fuck is up kyle”

“i’m just…. stressed.”

virgil, externally: “yeah of course i feel u dude.”

virgil, internally: “i’ve seen you start a project at 3am the morning it was due without breaking a sweat but go off i guess.”

skip to later that night, logan finished his shit (he needed a distraction from the Roman Crisis) so he leans out his window for some Fresh Summer Night Air

and oho would you look at that roman had that sa m e i d ea

but it’s one of those clear nights where you can actually see the stars and logan just got roman off his mind so he’s a lil distracted

but of course roman notices and now that they’ve gotten some of their ‘rivalry’ out of the way, he remembers how much logan loved to drag him out to the park as late as they were allowed to stay up to watch the stars, and logan looks so at peace here (he’s only really seen logan’s angry face recently)

roman wants to say something, because part of him really wants to make up with logan

but before he can work up the courage he’s interrupted by his mom calling him

“roman! are you done all your work?”

“yeah, mom! almost!”

“you better be going to sleep early tonight!”

and roman is about to duck back inside before he gets yelled at even more but oh no too late logan’s already noticed and now he’s staring at him

“uh, hey.”

“hi.”

“are you, uh, are you feeling better?”

“for the most part, yes.”

“that’s good. look, uh, i gotta go, but i’ll see you at school?”

“oh, right, yes. good night, roman.”

“night, lo.”

roman falls back into his room with a crash because ‘oh my god why was that more nerve-wracking than any performance i’ve ever done?”

logan sinks back against his wall with a sigh because ‘is roman avoiding me now?’

the next day at school the two actually say hi to each other in the hallway and it’s like the entire world stops moving. students are staring and whispering, virgil and patton exchange looks, and logan and roman only just now realize how big their rivalry had gotten

the two lock eyes and burst into laughter because something as simple as a passing greeting in the hallway has turned the school on its head

and the rest of the school has absolutely no idea what just happened when the two part ways, virgil and patton trailing behind them, dumbfounded

they catch each other on the way home, though they walk in silence

that night, they’re back at their windows, side by side once more, and they exchange small talk

a couple weeks later, exams are coming up around the corner and both boys are stressed out of their minds

logan’s still working well past midnight when he hears the old creak of roman’s window opening

“i see your lamp. are you still up?” he hears roman whisper, and maybe it’s the late hour, but his voice is hoarse and wobbly, and logan is most certainly not used to hearing that

“that’s a ridiculous question, of course i’m still up,” logan replies, still not looking up from his computer because his history final project is due in two days

except roman doesn’t reply, and all he can hear from his direction is shaky laughter, and then a wet sniff

“of course i’m ridiculous. it’s not like i’m smart or anything.”

“what?”

“if i were smart i wouldn’t’ve procrastinated this english paper and i could probably be getting some sleep right now,” roman continues like he forgot that logan was there

“roman―“

“and sure, i can do other stuff, but it’s not like it matters or anything, not to my mom, or mr. schmitt, or you―”

“roman!”

roman’s babbling stops and logan worries that he’s scared him off until he looks up and sees roman leaning halfway out his window and now logan’s worried that roman’s going to fall out and break his neck on his patio

roman’s eyes are red and his nose is rubbed raw from crying. his usually-perfectly-coiffed hair is messy and greasy from running his hands through it, his clothes are rumpled, and his grip on the windowsill is trembling

yet he’s still half out the window, eyes comically wide, and logan can’t help but shake his head at how big a dork he is

“i’m sorry.”

roman’s so startled that his elbows buckle and he barely manages to land back in his room so he doesn’t fall (didn’t expect logan to apologize first, didya?)

he’s barely back out the window when logan starts talking again

“i shouldn’t have dismissed you so quickly. you are intelligent and you are capable and you absolutely didn’t deserve any of my anger or bitterness or hatred. for that, i’m sorry.”

roman is, SHOCKED, to say the least. when they were kids, usually it was roman who apologized first, if at all, logan only after being prompted to by parents or teachers (which might’ve contributed to their drifting apart)

“i’m― thank you.”

there’s a pause because it’s late and logan is really really bad at this

“i’m sorry, too. i only really hated you because everyone kept comparing us. that wasn’t really fair of me.”

“i guess not.”

“so i guess we both agree that we’re both assholes.”

“essentially.”

“cool.”

“what were you going to talk to me about?” and roman has an ‘oh yeah’ because he completely forgot what he came out here for

“i guess i just missed doing this.”

“i did too.”

and they’re not completely in the clear, because they have years of hurt to clean up, but in that moment, they just sit and talk, and maybe missing one assignment amongst a whole year of perfect grades won’t hurt

they’re butts tired in the morning but neither of them regret it, regardless of virgil and patton’s comments of ‘how much sleep did you get last night? you look like you’re about to pass out.’

that weekend, their finals are all handed in, exams don’t start until the next week, and they’re both sick and tired of studying so logan invites roman over and they lounge in his star-speckled room, talking about everything and nothing

roman’s busy going through logan’s stuff (“what? i haven’t been in here since the summer before the seventh grade”) so logan has a free minute to just,, watch him, and he just now realizes how much he missed having this ball of energy in his life (in a positive way)

after that day, the tension between them is almost gone and conversations are so much easier (virgil and patton get to sigh in relief because ‘thank god, i love them, but they needed to get their shit together’)

but alas, exams approach and roman calls logan late one night, in tears and stressed beyond relief, begging him to meet him at the park (he would’ve called patton, but patton’s never really been under forced academic pressure, and logan’s just a smidge more familiar for him)

logan’s out of the house without another thought, and he sees roman sitting up on the monkey bars with his knees tucked up to his chest (‘oh my god roman don’t you dare fucking fall’)

“i’m sorry, you were probably sleeping, but i just needed to get out of the house and―”

“please don’t apologize for reaching out. what― what’s wrong?”

“i just can’t! my mom’s been threatening to pull me out of music if i don’t do well on this exam because ‘math is more important than music’ but i don’t know anything! i’ve been scraping by pretty well on tests but i can’t fucking study and none of the information is sticking and―”

“roman, you’re hyperventilating. you need to breathe―”

“don’t tell me what to do!” roman regrets this Immediately because logan recoils his hand like he’s been burned. great, just another thing to feel Bad about. “i-i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

if this was a month or two ago, logan would’ve had a scathing remark about roman’s inability to control himself but now he just places his hand back on roman’s shoulder and taps gently with his finger

“you remember that school assembly from grade nine? the one about mental health?”

“yeah?”

“can you do that breathing exercise?”

“probably”

ten minutes later, roman’s cried himself out and he’s stopped hyperventilating but he can’t seem to stop his hands from shaking

logan has absolutely no idea what to do but he’s seen patton do it before with some of the younger kids so he holds his arms out (v awkwardly) and goes, “would you― would it be― would a hug help?”

this gets a lil laugh out of roman because he’s trying and that’s adorable so now he’s cry-laughing into logan’s shoulder

“your mother sounds an awful lot like your horrendous dragon witch. i suppose we must simply team up to defeat her.”

roman draws away so fast he bumps into logan’s chin

“OH MY GOD YOU REMEMBER THAT”

“like i could forget it”

“oh my god”

“i mean, i wanted to, but those were… fun times.”

“hell yeah they were.”

“when’s your exam? i can help you study, if you want.”

“in about seven hours.”

“…change of plans, you’re coming back with me, you’re going to sleep for six, wake up, get a cup of tea, and we’re going to do a brief review before school.”

“…okay.”

so they walk back to logan’s house (roman makes sure to tack a note to his bedroom door for his parents, he’ll face the consequences later), and they just, collapse into a pile of leggy boi on logan’s bed (they were too tired to argue about formalities)

logan wakes up with roman clinging to his chest and he very sorely misses that warm cuddly heat but Nope he is Determined™ to help roman get that bread

so he wakes roman up, plops his notes down in front of him and tells him to flip through it while he goes to make breakfast

roman is a jittery Mess all the way up to the exam, but logan promises that he’d be waiting in the cafeteria for him (it was his lunch period’s exam day so he a Free Boi) and he leaves roman with a “you are more capable than you know. you already have everything you need to succeed. and no matter what, you are valid.”

two hours later, roman comes out and he has Zero Confidence in his results, but logan greets him with a clap on the shoulder and the reassurance that “at least you’re done with this.”

they meet up with virgil and patton and go for lunch, and oho, perhaps this is the beginning of a New Squad

at the end of the week, on exam review day logan’s waiting out in the hallway to go to his next class to see his results when he sees roman sprinting down the hall with the biggest grin on his face

“i got an 84!!! thank you, you beautiful blessed nerd!!” because honestly? roman expected nothing more than a 52 so this was a very pleasant surprise, and now roman’s hugging logan so tight that logan swears he heard his elbow pop

the other students of the school are still processing because it was literally only been a little over a month since they started talking to each other again, and anyone out of the loop just got hella whiplash

(and if this burst of happiness and gratitude left a weird, bubbly feeling in logan’s stomach, well, he’ll just keep that to himself)

the next few summer days are spent hanging out, in their rooms, at their windows, at the park, and sometimes, virgil and patton join them

sometimes they’re in roman’s room, roman typing away on his computer with a dozen open notebooks scattered around him while logan lays on his bed, and the two bounce ideas back and forth for the next adventures of the daring prince c and his faithful advisor logos

and then they’re two weeks into the summer break, virgil’s off visiting family in china for the next few weeks and patton’s in the caribbean, so they’re just aimlessly tossing a ball back and forth in roman’s room while they talk about their futures and stuff because “oh my god they’re gonna be high school s e n i o r s in the fall“ ((‘gee, blink, don’t u think that’s a lot of drama for 16 y/os?’ yes absolutely, shut up))

roman chucks the ball at logan, who catches it in one hand and he’s smirking and roman has to take a moment to catch his breath because ‘why was that so hot omg’

over the next couple weeks the two are basically joined at the hip, and when they’re not hanging out, they’re texting or calling each other and it finally feels like they’re really making up for lost time

at the same time, they may or may not be falling for each other and they have no idea what to do with these Feelings™

logan doesn’t know how to what to do because virgil is v aro and the only other person he can talk to is roman, whOM HE HAS A CRUSH ON

meanwhile roman is v frantically texting patton like bro pls call me as soon as u get back there’s a cute boy hELP

it’s nearing the beginning of august when the two go into town to get food and ice cream and they’re laughing and joking and waving melted strawberry ice cream in each other’s faces and they’re sitting on a bench when they lean in real close mid laugh and ‘oh no his face is rIGHT THERE’

they draw away real quick but both of them realize that ‘that wasn’t horrible?’ and they slowly look back at each other and ‘oh.’

“is this―”

“um―”

“is this― i mean if you want it to be ― is this a date?” and roman holds his breath because ‘dear god, please say yes’

“i’d like it to be, yes.” logan is terrified because he does n o t want to fuck this up

except now roman has the biggest grin and he absolutely does not care that he’s got ice cream dripping onto his leg

roman tackles logan into a hug because ‘he’s on a date with logan fucking crane’

logan is thrilled because now he gets to keep this excitable ball of energy who’s made him smile and laugh more in the past couple months than he has in years

(no diss against virgil and patton, but they can’t relate to logan and roman as well as, well, logan and roman)

they both have ice cream on themselves but neither can be bothered to care at this moment because they’re so damn happy

even after they go home that night, they stay up real late at their windows, side by side, just appreciating the company

it’s the next day, and they’re at the park, the sun is setting ((listen,,,, it’s an aesthetic)) and they’re sitting on the swings, holding hands ((they’re in love, babey!!))

“are we… does this make us boyfriends now?” logan is a v technical, official terminology person, of course he’d be the one to ask

“if you want to be boyfriends.”

“i don’t think i’d be asking if i didn’t.”

“then yeah, yeah we’re boyfriends.”

logan walks back into his house with a giant smile, and he plays that event over and over and over again in his mind as he lies awake in bed that night

roman calls patton immediately

and they may or may not scream about it together

logan sends virgil a short text that goes along the lines of ‘roman and i are dating now’ but in real life he’s so giddy that his fingers shake as he types it out

they have their first kiss in roman’s bedroom a couple days later

when school rolls back around in the fall, they walk through the doors hand in hand

and now their rivalry is nothing but a legend that the seniors tell the freshmen whenever someone complains about ‘that one couple that keeps making out in the math wing stairwell, excuse me, i just want to get to class’

#logince #romantic logince #logan sanders #roman sanders #ts logan #ts roman #thomas sanders #sanders sides #blink writes #long post #anon #cursing tw #i am sO SORRY THIS IS LATE #I HOPE UR FEELING BETTER BUDDY

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 35)

"That FUCKING Jacket...."

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

Ashley and Dom hit Colson's early Tuesday morning. They're all in the kitchen.

Colson and Dom making phone calls, working out last minute details for I'm Ok. They're gonna shoot the video tomorrow.

Ashley and Luna deal with promotion and other things regarding Nightmare. Confirming it's up and streaming, that sketches of their merch have been received and that they'll have proto types of them before the end of the week. Finishing up by scheduling a meeting with Randall Marshall from AL's chapter of the ACLU for next week.

The girls sweetly tell Their Boys goodbye before they leave for a radio interview at KISS FM.

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"THIS is gonna be FOOKING SICK!!" Dom declares hopping around the kitchen like a jumping bean. Laughing, Colson agrees as he looks for his weed.

"Hold on man, I'll be right back." He tells Dom, heading upstairs. Looking around his room, Luna's leather catches his eye hanging on the knob of the closet door.

"I hate that FUCKING thing." He thinks to himself, fire flashing inside of him as he grabs a mason jar of bud.

Back downstairs Colson asks Dom if he thinks Ashley would mind doing him a favor. "I don't see why not, Mate. What is it?" He asks as Colson explains.

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The interview is fun and engaging. Ryan praising them on Nightmare's instant success, it's empowering message and insane video. Applauding their efforts for wanting to help AL as they mention the merch donations. The girls are delighted and proud. Ashley mostly talks as Luna chimes in when she wants to.

"Now, I have to ask. Shot by a woman, all female cast, written and sang by 2 powerful women. Was it an all female production from top to bottom too?" Seacrest asks.

"No." Luna steps in. Her next words surprise Ashley. "We're backed and produced by MGK and his Guys."

Ryan pulls his head back "Are you who he's dating, Brooklyn? I've been hearing rumours." He leads.

"The idea was to flip that old saying 'Behind every great man, is a great woman.' Here you have a strong group of men backing strong women." She responds, completely side stepping his question. "We're not looking for separation or dominance, Ryan. We WANT support and equality." She finishes firmly.

Ashley smirks as Luna shrugs her one shoulder to Seacrest's annoyance. They chat a bit more about the project and the women involved. Ending the interview with Thank Yous as Nightmare plays them out.

Off Air Ryan says to Luna shaking his head "You're never gonna give me anything On Air are you, Loons?"

"Nope." She confirms with a smile to his laughing hug before she leaves.

"Tell him I said Hi." He yells down the hall to her laugher as she skips away.

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Back in Ashley's Wrangler, she looks at Luna. "I thought you were gonna out yourself for a second."

Luna looks at her sideways. "Psh. Yeah right." She laughs "Just giving credit where credits due." As she fires up a joint.

"Clever cover up." Ashley accepts it from Luna.

"I thought so." Both girls laughing, getting stoned as they head to Ashley's favorite nail salon. Luna needs a manicure after NY.

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Ashley and Luna walk into Colson's to quick kisses and Colson pulling Ashley back out the door. A confused Luna grabs a beer and heads upstairs to change. She's going to sit by the pool, burn, hang out with Dom, Benny and Rook. Trying to make sense of the dozens of lyrics rolling around her head

🎶Out on the West Coast//They got a saying//If you're not drinking//You're not creating//And I've//Found the music//Yeah, I've got music//Boy Blue//Without you🎶 She writing a love song about CA to NY. Knowing in her heart, it's metaphor.

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"Thanks for your help." Colson tells Ashley as they get back into his Rover. He's lighting a joint.

"I'm telling you, Kells. She'll like this one, and you might have a chance if you explain it to her well. She may even tuck the other away for you, but she'll never get rid of it."

"I know, Ash." He sighs. "I can't fucking stand seeing it though, especially with her shoulder the way it is."

"Welcome to Life With Loons, Kells. You wanted a rider, you got one." She takes the joint from him.

"I know...." He sighs again with a groan.

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After taking a shower Luna throws on a thin short, blue flannel dress with fishnet thigh highs, chunky, heeled booties and a solid red lip. Her blonde hair loose. Colson watches her get dressed. He loves the way she moves. They're headed to his friend Logan's for a party. She grabs her leather to his dismay.

"Kitten...." He starts. "Can I talk to you for a sec." She looks at him concerned. Sitting next to him on the bed, leather in her lap. "I don't know how to say any of this." He tells her, thinking of Ashley's words.

"Just say it, Colson." Luna's part worried, part becoming annoyed.

"I hate that fucking jacket." He spits out, without thinking.

"What." Her lip is cocked, eyebrows furrowed. Confused.

He grabs her leather and holds it up in front of them. "All THIS." He cirlces the safety pins securing the bullet hole. "I fucking hate THIS." She's silent, looking at him sideways. She flips her right arm over. Exposing the cockroach on her right forearm again. He gives her a nasty look back.

"I knew she was gonna be a fucking cunt about this." He thinks annoyed.

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"Mothersfuckers steady be trying to tell me what to fucking do." Her mind flashes angrily.

She breaks her silence, trying to choose her words. "We're new, so we're gonna be careful here. I get that you don't like Jax and I's relationship. And me getting shot while on a job with him only amplifies that. But you need to look at THIS." She circles the bobby pins on the jacket "As not of him, but of ME. I didn't need him to save me. I dropped that cop, MYself. I had enough time and adrenaline to get me AND my shit the fuck up outta there. On my own. He was a simple helping hand, a reason why you don't do a job alone." She states matter of fact. She puts her hand on the side of his face, looking into his blue eyes. "The jacket isn't a big deal to me, but, you trusting me and respecting what I do is, Bunny. I will always take your opinion into consideration. But, please don't ever think you can tell me what to fucking do, Colson. Ever." She leans up and kisses his silent lips.

"I feel like This Bitch just mind fucked me. And that I should feel bad for not seeing her strength in it, the way she does." He thinks confused with himself.

She stands up, tucking it in her bag. "I'll grab a new one tomorrow." She says nonchalantly.

"No. Don't." He finally tells her. "Wear whatever you want, Kitten. You're right." He stands up, pulling it back out of her bag and her into his arms. Giving her a deep, understanding kiss. His touch makes her body flush and lips plump, any annoyance slipping away. "I love you, Loons. Every fucking little piece of you." He tells her after the kiss. "I did get you something though." He kisses her on the mouth before letting her go to pull a box out from under the bed.

She laughs loudly, blue eyes sparkling as she opens the box to find a FABULOUS black leather jacket with studding and small red details.

"THIS MOTHERFUCKER." Her heart bursting.

"You weren't playing, hunh?" She asks continuing to laugh as she slides it on.

"No." He laughs sheepishly with her.

"You're a fucking maniac." She tells him, laughing still as she jumps into his arms and throws her arms over his shoulders. "I love it, tho. Thank you." Kissing him. 🎶And then She had 2🎶 She sings to him, both of them laughing. Kissing each other passionately, her legs are wrapped around his waist as his hands grip her thick ass. She squeezes him tightly with her body as he slides his middle finger inside of her, making her moan out. Kissing hard, bucking against his hand. "FUCK me." She begs him into his ear.

He slides her down his body, whipping her around quickly, his cock is throbbing for her. Bending her over, he runs his hands up her ass, pushing her flannel dress up before he slides her black patties down to her ankles.

"Fucking black." He smiles to himself.

❗SLAP❗ He spanks her hard with his large hand before running his finger along her soft pussy lips. Dropping his pants, he stands behind her red ass, dick bulging. "You want this?" He teases her. She begs Yes, before he slowly pushes into her moans. He groans pulling her back by her hair "FUCK, KITTEN!!!" He calls out, gripping her hip, fully entering her. Beginning to fuck her hard.

She bounces her ass off his dick, walls clenching around the size of his huge cock. Seeing stars.

"Who's dick is this?" He demands.

"MINE." She pants at him.

"WHO'S DICK IS IT?" He pulls her hair tighter.

Slamming into him, she moans loudly with authority "MINE! It's MY FUCKING DICKKK." Her cries make them both explode for the other.

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Walking into the party, Colson introduces Luna to a couple of his friends. Logan, his brother Jake and Jake's fiancé, Tana. Colson and Luna sit sharing a beer with Them, Mod, Phem, Benny, Rook, Slim and a few others. He pulls her intimately into him, by the neck. Kissing her on the forehead just before Tana yanks her away to both of their disliking.

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Colson continues to bust it up with The Brothers. Talking about Jake's upcoming wedding.

"You guys seem to really got IT." He tells Colson, commenting on him and Luna. "Think you'll take the plunge, Bruh?" He asks him.

Colson chuckles, looking down. "I don't know if she'd let me lock it down like that, Dawg. She's something else...." He trails off. "She DID get tatted with me tho." Colson beams, proudly showing off their matching ink to The Brothers.

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Looking for Luna a bit later reminds Colson of his birthday. He's on a balcony looking down, trying to find her again. Then he remembers what Tommy did. Leaning over the rail, just the same, he bellows "BROOOOKLLYYYYYNNNN!!!!!" Searching for THAT bangled wrist. He finds it and her eyes. They stare into the other, mesmerized, locked in silence with only them, The World raging outside their bubble. He throws his arms up with his cigarette burning, grinning at her for a moment before he goes to get her.

"Damn, she looks good in that jacket." Colson stared long at Luna before heading down to meet her. "I fucking love her." He thinks, happy she chose to wear his.

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A smile breaks out onto Luna's face as she hears Colson holler for her. "Oh, thank Fuck." She sighs in relief, like their first night. Lifting a freshly painted, black fingernail, she finds him. Tana finally goes silent to Luna, once they lock eyes. All she can hear is her love for him

🎶I see🎶My Bunny🎶Swaying🎶His Newport is on fire🎶His hands are up🎶From the balcony🎶He's calling "Brooklyn"🎶I think🎶Move Bitch🎶Move Bitch🎶I'm in love🎶I'm in love🎶I'm in love🎶

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Sitting at the table playing Dominos, Colson watches Luna walk to grab them 2 more beers. He fires up a joint as he sees a Dude walk over to her and put his hand on the small of her back, making Colson's blue eyes go dark. She moves away from Dude, shaking her head, saying something and flashing a quick smile before walking back towards him with their beers. Colson stands up quickly when he sees Luna stop abruptly. She throws words over her shoulder before continuing to walk back towards him, rolling her eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" He asks her as she sits down next to him. Opening their beers. He passes her the joint.

"Nothing, she sighs, taking it. Handing him his beer. He looks at her. She knows he's not accepting that. "He tried to hit on me, I politely declined, he called me a cunt." She throws her hands out. "It's whatever, Bunny, don't sweat it." She says giving him a reassuring kiss.

He kisses her back, checks out his hand but keeps an eye on Dude.

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As Slim, Rook, Benny and a slightly drunk Colson leave the party, he's holding Luna's hand. Walking passed Dude, Colson hears him say "Yeah, THAT'S that stuck up cunt."

THAT'S all it takes.........

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To be continued.......

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