#and when mr brain is gonna make me write some for them again

[juvenillia]

I saw your requests are kinda open so I wanted to ask if you'd share your thoughts about the love language of the task force 141? (Maybe add Konig because I want to see you write more about him)

hello anon and a huge thank you for my first request, I hope you like it, also keep requesting stuff, i love that aaah🤍

Love Language [headcanon]

Words of affirmation – physical touch – gifts – acts of service – quality time

a/n: Little brain rot in general I believe that everyone shows love very differently and therefore I think that everyone has all the love languages in them, some are just more distinct than others. I for example love to give gifts and quality time, but I am all over acts of service and physical touch (especially biting. If you are loved by me, you must manage the that I start to randomly bite you. I don’t make the rules.) But let’s talk about our men, I do believe all love quality time, especially due their jobs that drags them away from you so many times. But let’s dive into some detail. Feel free to discuss in the comments.

Charachters: Soap, Price, Ghost, Gaz, König

》 Masterpost 《

Johnny – Physical touch, will not argue about that. This man needs to be glued onto you even with the teeny tiniest spots of skin connected. You walk down the street; he has his arm around your shoulder. You sit in a pub with friends, his knee leaning against yours. You’re doing the dishes, hands slung around your waist. Driving, hand on your thigh. Even when you had an argument and turn around in bed to give him the cold shoulder, his foot will kind of touch you somewhere. Only the slightest not to push your mood even more, but he can’t stand to be separated from you. Deployment is already hard, but when you’re back together he’s all over you and will not stop until you make him. He respects your boundaries, especially in the public, but if you let him, he will do everything from the sweetest pecks to the filthiest strokes along your skin, no matter where and no matter who is around you. Plus, I believe that this Scot is a damn flirt. Words of affirmation is a go to, never fails to make you blush, and as soon as he takes notice of that he’s gonna push it further. Loves to make you all flustered and as soon as your face is burning like a volcano, he will pull you in and stroke your back, peppering you with quick kisses. Loves to praise you and compliments you and just showing off with his bonnie lass. Always makes sure everyone knows that you belong to him and still will flirt with you, like he wants to hook up with you all over again. Imagine him going to the bathroom while you’re out with friends and comes back later just to pretend he doesn’t know you to flirt and compliment you like a madman.

Price – To be very clear, this man is the perfect impersonator of all five love languages. He would never hesitate to reassure you about his love, compliment you in the cheesiest way, calling you all the petnames he can find, and his favorite is definitive and simply “mine” or even “Mrs. Price”, no matter if married or not.  He will always make sure that you are relaxed, so he definitely takes care of things around the house when he’s back from deployment. Making breakfast before you wake up, let’s be honest he will always be earlier up than you. Even if it’s really hard for him to leave the bed when you’re curled up in his side. Anytime he must go somewhere, no matter how far away or how long, he will bring you flowers when he returns. He goes for his morning run; he’s picking up some casual flowers at the way back. He comes back from a long deployment; he’s having a big ass bouquet waiting for you. When they have some time after missions staying in god knows what city, he will always buy a little thing as souvenir for you. Quality time and physical touch are for him one and the same. You’re sitting on the couch watching your favorite show, he will be instantly next to you and pulling you ins his lap. This man simply combines all of them in the most romantical and at the same time casual way possible. Everything if just easy going for him because he adores and values so much, he needs to show you in every way possible.

Ghost – My man, my beautiful, beautiful man is completely down for quality time and now mix that with acts of service. You’re curled up in an armchair reading your latest book, he’s on the couch next to you scrolling through his phone after he prepared you both your favorite cuppa. You sit outside on the patio, watching the clouds, he’s next to you smoking. You only have a thirty-minute break at work? He’s already waiting at the entry to the building, a bag with your favorite food and coffee in hand to keep you company. You complain about the errands you must run after work? Consider it done already. He wants to be at your service all the time, just say what you want, and he takes care of it. Also, if he can take care of all those things beforehand, there is much more time he can spend with you without things that annoy you.  Plus, he can read you like an open book. He is trained to read people, to observe and learn and with you it’s even easier. He wants to learn everything about you, just to be able to take care of everything that could cause you discomfort and prevent anything that let the smile he loves so much falter. So, he started very early to investigate your habits, triggers and pet peeves. You frown in a very specific way; he knows you already getting headaches because you didn’t drink enough. You sigh in a mumbling manner; he knows you need some cuddles. And don’t get me wrong, Simon does not, and I repeat he doesn’t despise physical touch. He just needs a lot of time to trust someone fully to let someone – you – come that close and if you’re patient with him, he will warm up and let you do all the things you want to. Physical touch is just not the way he would show you how much you mean to him (like all the time).

Kyle – He is an old-fashioned lover boy, so of course it’s words of affirmation. He loves to tell you how you make him feel, no matter what situation. Thanking you for choosing him, for making his life so much livelier. Complimenting you in such a smooth way, it never fails to make your heart jump. Just like Johnny I do believe he can be hell of a flirt, but somehow more reserved and subliminal. Praising and teasing you at the same time, whispering in your ears how beautiful you look and how grateful he is to call you his. He completely submitted to you and loves to do things for you. So, I’d also add acts of service. He loves to help you out. As soon as he’s the second day home again, he doesn’t let you lift a finger. The first day is reserved for cuddles and other intimate stuff. Always at your side, making sure you don’t have to anything but relax and enjoy his company. He likes to take you out, showering you in all the affection he holds for you. Opening doors for your, walking on the side of the sidewalk that’s closer to the street, relacing your shoes, carrying you over a puddle. You want ice-cream and waffles in the middle of the night? He’s driving god knows how long to get his girl happy.

König – Gifts, definitive gifts. He loves to spoil you. You’re looking at something in the store, and can’t decide between two colors, he’ll buy the one you didn’t get. You randomly mention that you saw that pretty necklace some time ago, it’s already in his cart. No matter what you want, or need, he’ll provide you with everything. Money isn’t important to him, but your happiness is. You casually mention you’d like to live in a house in a specific place or city. He’s already browsing to find the perfect house for your future. But it’s not about the big things all the time. Little things do the job as well, he thinks you might enjoy. Even if he finds a shiny rock that just looks pretty, he’ll bring it home to you. He wants to provide for your future, that you can just lean back and live a careless life. And shower him with your love. Therefore, I need to add physical touch to his top priorities. His hands all always all over you. He can be a cocky asshole, but in a lovely manner. Always teasing you with his words, making cocky jokes, but his hand on your cheek, his arm around your waist reassuring you that all he’s saying is meant in a loving way. Showing affection is never hard when he’s with you, always placing his head onto yours, a hand on your shoulder. Always having you close in for him like the best reassurance that you’re true with him. That you do love him and much more, that he can hold onto you. His hands gripping your hips and always pulling you close to him. Nearly scared to lose you at any point. Maybe a bit possessive, but in an adorable way.

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[arent-i-the-fairest]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

you and him are bored and decide to start passing notes in class— when you’re caught and asked to read them in front of the class, you eat the note to avoid having to do it.

characters : ace trappola, cater diamond, floyd leech

author’s note : who doesn’t love making a good shitpost once in a while?

you were so sure you would’ve been able to get away with passing the note.

trein had his back completely turned, scribbling away at the chalkboard, busy talking about some historical figure. it was the perfect opportunity, and you would’ve gotten away with it… if lucius wasn’t such a little snitch.

“prefect,” he called, and you fell back into your seat, trembling. fuck, this is it. you’ve been caught. “i trust that lucius wouldn’t lie to me. are you passing notes in my class?” he asked, arms crossed.

there were a couple of mocking “ooooh’s” across the classroom, and you rolled your eyes. what is this? primary school?

“yes sir, yes it is.” you admitted, glaring right into lucius’ beady little eyes. the cat was completely unfazed by and just sat there, grooming himself.

“i see. well, why don’t you come to the front of the class and read it aloud for all of us?” he asked. you froze. “i’m sure if it was something you couldn’t wait to tell your friend after class, it must be very interesting.”

you stuttered, gripping the note in your hand. you looked over at your boyfriend as if asking for help, but he shrugged his shoulders uselessly. internally crying, you carry our the best plan your brain can think of right now. “i’m sorry, mr. trein, but i can’t.”

he raised an eyebrow at your response. “and why is that?”

“because,” you stuff the paper in your mouth, chewing it, and swallowing it. “there’s no more note for me to read.” you say triumphantly. checkmate, grandpa.

you and trein stare at each other for about a minute.

“…. prefect, please step out into the hall.” damn it.

ace trappola

he’s laughing throughout the whole thing, you just know he’s never gonna let this shit go. he’s gonna bring it up like at least five times per day. starts full on cackling when you get kicked out of the classroom and ends up getting kicked out too for being too much of a disruption.

he sits down next to you in the hall, starting to snicker again when he sees your ashamed face.

“was eating the note really the only solution that brain of yours could come up with?” he snickered. “you couldn’t have just ripped it up instead?”

“look, i was panicking! people do dumb things when they panic— besides, would you rather of let me read what you said about riddle to the class instead?” you ask with a smirk, watching his face pale at the thought of his shit-talk about riddle spread around the school.

he didn’t need anymore trouble with his dorm leader, he’s tired of having to do extra chores around heartslabyul. “yeah, no. you got me there.”

cater diamond

#y/nwhywouldyoudothat 💔💔 but no really, why would you? it’s bewildering, really! there wasn’t even anything gossipy or such that would get you two in trouble— it was an innocent convo, you guys were just writing to each other about your plans for the weekend! he’s gotta admit it was pretty funny though, and he’s totally gonna tease you a bit for it.

with class finally over, cater ran up to you with a smirk. upon seeing him, you sighed, knowing you were about to be clowned on.

“y’know, i think what you did is pretty magicam worthy,” he hums, pulling out his phone. “i might make a post about it!”

“you better not!” you swipe for his phone and he skillfully dodges.

“but it might hit trending!”

floyd leech

with this, you’ve officially landed yourself as #1 in floyd’s ‘most interesting people’ list, and i’m not too sure whether you should be happy or horrified about it. he’s grinning as he watches you dejectedly walk out of the classroom when a lightbulb goes off in his head— he pulls out a post-it and a pen and scribbles away.

after your 10 minute scolding from trein about why you shouldn’t pass notes in class and why you shouldn’t eat them, you rush towards your seat, trying to ignore all the eyes on you.

but when you pass by floyd, he pushes a crumpled up post-it note in your hand. you quickly force it into your pocket before trein could notice and send your ass back into the hall.

when you’re back in your seat, you dig it out and quietly unfold it under the table. after reading it, you click your tongue.

‘will you eat this note too, shrimpy?’ with a poorly drawn smiley face under it.

#reader is the epitome of chaotic neutral in this fic #also thanks to this fic “will u die if u eat paper” “how much paper can u eat before it kills u” and much more are in my search history #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #ace x reader #cater x reader #floyd x reader #gn reader

[t-h-i-n-g]

OK so I saw you in teen wolf × reader tag and so I had to request because your writing is so goodddd. anyways so can a ask for a jealous!stiles stilinski x reader kind of? like at first we like stiles but he was so in love with lydia and kinda ignore us for her ( probably s1 or s2 stiles because he was so in love with her at those seasons ) and then we decided to move on and then isaac ( allison who? ) come and slowly we had a friend to lovers with isaac and just sooooo many jealous!stiles and cute and fluffy isaac pls. ending is up to you best girl 3/>

It’s You

a/n: hi! sorry it took a hot minute for me to finish this. side note: i don't write for isaac so there's only really a jealous! stiles x reader going on, i hope that's okay. he's still in this don't worry! enjoy :)

word count: 1.9k

summary: when would stiles realize there's a reason his glaring stares and jealous aura had more to it?

warnings: jealousy, if theres any more let me know!!

teen wolf - masterlist m.masterlist

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Stiles chewed on the edge of his pencil. Gaze low and his shoulders slumped as he gazed at you from across the room. Lydia sat next to him, messing with some of the test tubes while his attention was elsewhere. She peered over at him from the corner of her eye.

The glumness was practically spilling out of him. Lydia eyed his bouncing leg and hunched over stature. She then looked up to his eyes and followed his gaze. Landing on you and Isaac, a few tables away. Your body shook lightly as a hand covered your mouth. However you then threw your head back, laughter escaping you when Isaac whispered something in your ear. Mr. Harris scolded you both from his spot at his desk. You apologized a few giggles still escaping you.Lydia then looked back to Stiles noting how his body tensed at your response. 

Her brows furrowed, connecting the dots silently in her head. She pursed her lips, officially turning in Stiles' direction and placing her chin in her palm. He didn't notice at first. Rolling her eyes Lydia kicked his shin gently. Stiles jumped in his spot. His head snapping in her direction. Once his had settled down he finally spoke.

"Yeah?" Lydia motioned the various chemicals and beakers in front of them.

"You gonna keep staring at her Romeo or are you going to actually get some work done." Stiles squinted at the glass bottles. Then peered over them to look back at you. Hand on Isaac's head, shoving him away lightly. Once steady again he bumped his shoulder with your making you stumble in your own spot.

Stiles' gaze turned into glare. Lydia watched as his eye line met you and she scoffed, slapping his arm. Once again his head turned to her directions.

"Don't you guys literally sit next to each other, next class? Can't you stare at her then? I'd like to finish up and start the homework early, thanks." Stiles dismissed her claim.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered. Lydia rolled her eyes, almost seeing her brain in the back of her head in the process.

"You reek of jealousy." His head perked up.

"Jealous? Jealous of what? I have nothing to be jealous about? Who are we even talking about?" he rambled. Lydia slapped her hands down on the table in defeat. Contemplating life to herself then deciding either he was going to admit it or she was going to die trying to get him to.

"Just say you're in love with her. It'll make everyone's life easier." Stiles' brows furrowed farther.

"Who?" Lydia gestured in your direction. Stiles watched as her finger landed on you. Instantly his eyes widened into saucers.

"Y/n? No way-"

"Everyone sees how you look at her, Stiles," Lydia cut him off. "It's so obvious. Well apparently obvious to everyone but you and her." Stiles shook his head.

"There's nothing that's obvious. I don't like Y/n. Plus you literally know that I like-"

"Me?" Lydia quirked a brow. "No you don't. Maybe in the past at one point. But for as far as I'm concerned right now with your little pouty mood and constant glaring over in her direction when Isaacs around… It's clear as day who you have feelings for. You just need to wake up and realize it for yourself." 

He bit his lip. Stiles peaked a look in your direction once more. Watching as you practically gave Isaac heart eyes as a smile graced your features. A pit of poison bubbled in his stomach. Remembering all the times he wished you looked at him like that. But those were just in the moment, right? He liked Lydia, and has liked her for years. 

But the confidence in that statement slowly dribbled away when your gaze met his. Eyes shining, smile growing impossibly bigger as you looked over at him. You waved lightly which he gave a small smile in return. You didn't have time to think much about his odd response since Isaac tapped your side. 

You snapped your head back to him. Taking the beakers he was passing to you, his fingers brushing against yours. The poison slowly boiled up while Stiles clenched his jaw at the action. However his attention was caught elsewhere when a throat cleared beside him.

"You were saying?" Lydia asked sarcastically. Stiles sighed in defeat.

"Even if I did like her- which I don't… she obviously has someone else in mind so it's not worth it. And, we've been friends since we were diapers. I'm not gonna ruin what we have over some stupid little crush." 

"What if she wants to ruin it?" Lydia interjected. Trying to not bring up the fact of at the last sleepover you had, you were fawning over Stiles and how you loved his scrawny little body. Her face scrunched up at the memory subconsciously.

He didn't respond.

"Like I said, she obviously wants someone else. It's not worth ruining what we have," he mumbled, finally looking over the different chemicals. Grabbing the instructions from across the table and reading over them. 

Lydia looked over at you one more time. Catching you looking over at the helpless boy beside her, longingly. You caught her eyes and shrunk away at being caught. She bit her lip, containing a smile as you looked at her sheepishly. Isaac turned to you as your attention was elsewhere.

 He followed you line of vision, looked at Stiles then back to you. A teasing smile took over his features as he went to poke fun at you. You squirmed away. Lydia laughed quietly to herself. Stiles eyed her in question.

"What?" He asked. She dismissed his question with the wave of her hand.

"You don't know if she feels the same or not. What's the worse that could happen?"

"She rejects me and ignores me for the rest of out lives." She rolled her eyes once more.

"Do you really think that that's going to ruin everything? After everything you've gone through together? You said it yourself, you've been friends since diapers. If she doesn't feel the same it's not going to break you guys apart or whatever you're worried about. She could feel the same, Stiles. All you have to do is grow a pair to find out." Stiles went to respond but was stopped by the bell. Both of them cleaned up quickly while Harris said that if they didn't finish it was fine. They had tomorrow to finish up. "If you don't try, you won't know," Lydia stated while she picked up her things and took her leave. He paused in his step. A war fighting inside him. Contemplating his next course of action.

"You ready?" You asked, stepping beside him. He looked over to you, scanning over you then nodding. Your brows furrowed at his lack of response. "Are you doing okay today? You've been kinda quiet."

"Yeah I'm good," he responded. Stiles held the door for you as you entered the hallway. You hummed in response, eyeing the boy in your peripheral. His body stiff as he seemed lost in his own thoughts.

"You'd tell me if somethings bothering you right." Stiles looked over to you, taking in your concerned features. His words caught in his throat with your stare.

"There's nothing that'll split us up right?" he blurted out. Your eyes widened lightly.

"Um, yeah. Ill always be here for you Stiles, you know that. Is everything okay-"

"I'm gonna say something that I'll probably regret, but like you said, you'll always be with me right?" He stopped in his place, halting you in your spot as well. Students moved and passed around.

"Always, now what-"

"I think I'm in love with you." His words were jumbled. Your brows shot up to the ceiling, jaw slacking as his heart sunk down into his stomach.

"E-excuse me?" you questioned. His lip trembled slightly as his voice wavered.

"I-I think I'm in l-love with you, Y/n. I think I have for a while-”

“You think?-”

“It's okay if you hate me now. I ruined everything I know but I just had to tell you. I thought maybe there was a chance that you… never mind cause you don't. That's okay-"

"Stiles-"

"I mean we've been friends forever and all of a sudden I want to change it all."

"St-" 

"I'm really sorry about all this. I'm so sorry-" a hand clamped over his mouth.

"Stiles, can you please calm down for a moment?” you all but shouted at him. His eyes were wide as he let a breath out through his nose. Slowly you took away your hand. He anxiously scanned your face trying to find some sort of answer. He spoke once again, voice cracking but it wasn't jumbled.

“I knew you liked Isaac. I know you do, I just…” he trailed off as a rather disapproving expression took over your features. You tilted your head and quirked a brow at him.

“Isaac? Really? You really think I like… Isaac?” His stuttered out his words, confused by your response.

“Y-yeah, I thought with all the giggling you two do, you liked-” your laughter cut him off as you shook your head. 

“Oh gosh, Stiles. Lydia’s right, you are the most clueless man out there. I don't like Isaac, dummy. It’s you Stiles. It’s always been you. You’re the one I like. Have for a while now.” Stiles’ mouth opened and closed like a fish. You let out a breathy chuckle, looking down at your feet. “Ever since 7th grade year when there was that stupid middle school dance. Nobody was doing anything besides shuffling their feet and looking at each other awkwardly. You said you had enough, pulled me up, and took me to the middle of the dance floor and just started busting it down like an absolute dork.” You took a step forward, catching Stiles’ hand in yours. “By the end of the night my stomach hurt from all the laughing and my feet hurt from the amount of jumping we did. But none of it mattered cause at the end of the night when your dad brought me home. You kissed my cheek when I went to leave. I was smiling like an idiot up the driveway the whole time because I realized that I wanted you Stiles. More than a friend or best friend. I wanted you.”

His palms were sweaty as your fingers ran over his knuckles.

“You want me?” His voice was quiet. You took another step forward, your chest almost touching him.

“Mhm, always have, always will.” A smile gradually grew on his face as a breath of relief left him.

“Thank god. If you didn’t it would have been so awkward between us it’s not even funny-”

“You gonna kiss me yet Stilinski? I thought that was already scheduled after the whole ‘forever and always’ thing.” His brows shot up.

“K-kiss? Right now? In the middle of the hallway-” you rolled your eyes playfully before cupping his face in your hands. Giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to before connecting his lips to yours. A small ‘hmph’ left him, body stiffening while his hands shot up. Slowly Stiles relaxed, bringing them back down to place on your waist. 

A smile grew on your lips as his fingers traced your hips lightly. Pulling away you took in his features. Him smiling like an idiot. You couldn't really talk though as your expression mirrored his.

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#teen wolf x reader #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski imagine

[nighttimeebony]

I just got into the Percy Jackson series, so here is a collection of my actual thought process while reading the first book that I bothered to write down. So, spoilers for Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief under the cut. I guess.

EDIT: part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Aww, Percy. Neurodivergent rep, I am fed

Is Mr. Brunner Dionysus? I think Dionysus is a major character in this series. But then what’s the wheelchair for? And Dionysus in mythology doesn’t have a beard like that. Oh! What if he’s actually Hephaestus? That would explain the wheelchair and the bearded old man look.

HOLY FUCK IT’S THE MINOTAUR

HOLY SHIT SALLY’S DEAD WHY

Is that tree on the property line the Olive Tree from the founding of Athens myth? Because Percy is the son of Poseidon?

Percy’s dream has got to be some kind of foreshadowing about Poseidon and Zeus fighting each other. Zeus would be the bird because he’s a sky god, and Poseidon would be the horse because in a really really old myth, Poseidon turned himself into a horse to chase down Demeter. Also, the voice from underground egging them on is definitely Hades, because god of the underworld and all that

Also goddammit, Hades is the villain?? Why????? Goddammit, not again…

Mrs. Dodds was definitely a fury, but she’s called a Kindly One. Wonder what that’s about

There’s some Thing about characters dissolving when they die. Wonder what that’s about

Oh shit. I was wrong. Brunner is Chiron. Interesting. Now the whole teacher thing makes sense

Wow, Dionysus is an asshole in this one. He’s more like his older Orphic version than the newer, modern Dionysus I’m familiar with

Everyone is so in love with Luke it's embarrassing

I just adore how casually neurodivergent Percy is. All the jokey references to Dyslexia and ADHD, I just—I love it so much. And I love that it actually is dyslexia and ADHD. And that apparently all the half-bloods are dyslexic and ADHD too. We love to see it.

Oh my God, I love all of these children so much.

HOLY SHIT AUNTY EM IS A GORGON

I WAS RIGHT

I find it amusing that Hermes named the activation password for his magic shoes after his mother

I wonder what Persephone's like

Grover's gonna be the friend to betray Percy, isn't he? He better fucking not be. I love him. If Grover's the Traitor MHA-style, I'm gonna riot

One difference between Harry Potter and Percy Jackson (the characters) is that Harry marvels at every new instance of magic. But after Percy learns about the magic system, he just stops giving a shit. Once he learns that magic is real, he is surprised by absolutely nothing and does not question the irrelevant stuff, like Annabeth's invisibility hat, or how the fuck a ballpoint pen can turn into a sword.

Percy is such a sassy, sarcastic little shit and I love him so fucking much.

ECHIDNA

"Isn't that a kind of anteater?" I love this child

*Percy wondering what all the mirrors are for in the Tunnel of Love*

Me: "It's gotta be a kink thing."

*While Ares and Aphrodite were smooching with each other they could look at their favorite person: themselves*

Me: "Called it."

Wait……. Is the traitor Luke????? He's like the only other "friend" Percy has

Thank God Hades isn't the bad guy

Aw, I wanted to see Persephone. Don't worry, Percy, I'm disappointed too

You know what, from now on, anytime a protagonist has to live with an abusive parent figure, the only resolution I will accept is turning that bitch to stone and selling him on the black market.

Thank God Percy can have a nice, stable home life with his mom in between rounds of risking his life.

I'm so on-board with Percabeth, and this friend group as a whole

I FUCKING CALLED IT! LUKE WAS THE TRAITOR!

Thank God the characters in this book have a fucking brain. Percy's an impulsive little chaos gremlin, but he's not an idiot.

I'm kind of curious to see what the shipping side of the Percy Jackson fandom looks like, cuz Percabeth is great, and I'm pretty sure that's the main canon pairing, so I'm curious….

Honestly, I can't wait for Percy and Annabeth to start dating. I'm so excited to see what their relationship will be like in a romantic context

I love this book and I want more immediately.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #the lightning thief #pjo #pjo spoilers #i guess? #percy jackson spoilers #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #chiron pjo #percabeth #sally jackson #percy jackson the lightning thief

[teddyeyeseddie]

To Hell I Go

Part Two: With Daddy By My Side

Bull Rider Steve Harrington x Reader

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warings: alcohol consumption, sexual harassment, general violence

(a/n: when I say I am having the time of my life writing this, I mean it. I have never poured more of myself into something than I have this. Please enjoy and as always feedback is so so encouraged ! thank you @lofaewrites for helping me with this chapter xx)

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Steve wakes the next morning hungover and running late. He throws on the jeans he wore yesterday before shrugging on a denim jacket over a white t-shirt. He pulls on his boots, grabbing his hat off the nightstand and heading downstairs. He's racing down the flight when he hears his dad yell. 

“Come on Steve, I haven’t got all day,” he barks from the porch through the screen door. Steve rushes into the kitchen to pour himself a travel cup of coffee and then he is out the front door, speed walking to his dad’s truck. 

The pair had to drive over to the Bounds residence, the family hosting a meeting about this year's cattle raising and how the families were going to split the revenue. 

The ranch sat on the outskirts of town so any drive into Jefferson was a lengthy one. The bounds lived on the east side of town, an area where the more influential families lived. 

Steve’s dad pulls into the driveway, a large white house with black trim in front of them. It was nice, big, bigger than the ranch house. Steve shakes away his nerves, the feeling in his stomach always spiking every time he has to attend a meeting. Luckily, he knew the Bounds well so it was at least easier to deal with them. 

Richard knocks on the door, waiting for Mr. Bounds to answer the door. Steve and his dad step back when the door opens, Mrs. bounds standing before them. 

“Richard! Steve! It’s so good to see you two, come in!” Mrs. Bounds shouts as she moves to the side to make room for them to peek through the rather large front door. She leads them to the dining room where Mr. Bounds and Jamie are sat. Jamie usually sat in on these meetings, one day he would be taking over the business just like Steve, or so his dad thought. 

The meeting goes off without a hitch, the family splitting the revenue fairly and planning for the next season. Steve and Richard make their way out of the house, his dad actually in a good mood giving how well the meeting went. 

“God I can’t wait to leave this ranch in yours and Jamie’s hands! You guys are going to make a great team,”

Steve sucks in a breath, his nerves back in his belly. Steve Harrington wasn’t afraid of much, his list consisting of spiders and making his dad angry. His dad was keen on teaching Steve lessons when feathers were ruffled, so the idea of telling his dad he was going for nationals again made him sick to his stomach. The car slows once it reaches the corral, his dad pulling beside his beloved K10 he had abandoned last night. 

“Not this year dad,” Steve finally says, hand picking at the frayed edge of his denim jacket. 

“What do you mean not this year?” Richard grits through his teeth. His knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel, one hand leaving the wheel to turn off the radio. 

“I’m going for nationals again. Want to beat the all time record, I’m at the top of my game and I can’t stop now Dad,” Steve states confidently, a surge of courage flowing through him as he stands up to his dad. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that this bull riding is a waste of your time! You’re gonna get hurt, better yet you’re gonna get killed,” his dad seethes, knuckles still stark white.

“Dad, I’m good at it! I am the top bull rider in the nation and all you see in me is a brain that can crunch some numbers and a body that can shovel some hay,” Steve begins to raise his voice, swinging the passenger door open, hopping out and marching toward his truck

“Don’t you walk away from me, boy,” his dad yells from the truck, “I am not done discussing this,” 

“Yes dad, we are done discussing this. I’m going to nationals and you can’t convince me to step down. I was made for this, I wasn't made to run around a ranch, I was made to prove that I’m better than my father,” Steve spits, his dad now out of the truck marching towards him. Steve turns on his heels, meeting him halfway in the middle.

“You’re lucky I taught you hard work, you’d be nothing without me, Steve, nothing. I made you,” 

“Get fucked, dad,” 

Steve backs away, climbing into his truck and speeding off. 

He pulls into Goldie Jane’s shortly after his fight with his father, throwing his car in park and rushing inside. After the morning he’s had, he needs a drink. 

He sits at his usual place at the bar, Steve smiling at the newspaper clippings of all of his rides that litter the walls.

“My handsome boy, what brings you in so early. Line dancing doesn’t start for another 2 hours!” Goldie asks as she pours Steve his usual shot of whiskey. Steve says nothing, taking the shot, throwing his head back and downing the alcohol as if it were water. 

“That bad, huh?” Goldie asks, pouring him another shot. 

“You have no idea,” 

That’s where Steve spends his afternoon, talking to Goldie about anything and everything going wrong in Steve’s life.

“You know what you need?” Goldie inquires, smiling widely as she watches people flood the bar, ready for line dancing night. 

“What might that be, Goldie,” Steve has moved to sipping whiskey instead of throwing doubles back, the first few doing a good job at numbing his feelings about his father. 

“You need you a girl. I’d volunteer but I’d break a hip trying to keep up with you,” 

“You know this life’s a lonely one Goldie, don’t think there’s many ladies lining up to take a bull rider home to mommy and daddy,” 

With that, Steve gets up from his place at the bar. The line dancing has begun, loud twangy country music playing throughout the room as patrons make their way out to the main floor to dance. 

Steve simply watches, leaning up against the wall with his legs crossed. He tilts his hat at a few people who stare at him, even snapping a quick picture with Goldie’s husband, albeit his biggest fan. 

He enjoys his time people-watching, chuckling to himself when someone trips over their feet. He sips his whiskey, eyes shooting to the door as it swings open, the bright evening sunset blinding him. When the door finally shuts and Steve’s eyes adjust he is met with another blinding sight. A yellow sundress and white cowboy boots take all of his attention. That’s when he realizes it’s you. The girl he saw at the rodeo, except this time you’re alone. 

You sit at the edge of the bar, Goldie walking towards you and taking your order, a rum and coke. Steve watches you for a moment, admiring the way the strobing lights of the bar illuminate your face with every pulse. He tips his hat to you when you look up and meet his eyes, a smile forming on your face as you tip your fake hat back. 

You’re enjoying being alone, having spent the past few days attending the Summertime Rodeo events with your friends. They were amazing, Robin and Nancy always down to tend to your cowboy loving tendencies no matter how bored they were. You all grew up in Jefferson but Nancy and Robin never saw the hype in the cowboy culture that the town curated. 

But for you, a “yes ma’am” said in the right accent could make you swoon, the tip of a hat could make you blush. You loved every ounce of living in Jefferson, the endless ranch hands at your fingertips made your pick of men quite large. 

But nothing ever sparked with any of them, sure they were all gentlemen but they lacked a certain energy you needed in a man. You eventually gave up, deciding the men in this town were better to look at than to take home. 

You make small talk with Goldie for a while, that is until a large figure looms behind you, blocking the lights from the stage. You turn around and look up, groaning internally when you’re met with Billy Hargrove. Billy was known in town for being a bit rough around the edges. He broke horses for a living, the work leaving his skin tanned and toned. He was handsome, but oh so arrogant. 

“Darlin’ what are you doing here alone?” he rasps, liquor heavy on his breath as he leans over you. 

“Get lost Billy, I’m not in the mood,” you groan, turning back around to face Goldie. 

“Now don’t be like that, pretty thing. I know you like to ride cowboys,” 

“Billy, leave her alone,” Goldie begs, eyes silently pleading with him to not start something. 

“Stay out of this locks,” He waves his hand at her, shooing her away before he turns back to you. 

Steve sees all of this go down, making his way over when Goldie shoots him a look.

“Billy, is there a problem?” Steve questions as he taps him on the shoulder.

Billy turns around, laughing when his eyes meet Steve’s

“Mudslinger, did you come over to get your dick wet too? This one loves us, she’s us cowboys biggest fan,” Billy slurs, barely able to keep himself up. 

In a moment, Billy is on the floor, no one really registering what happened. All they see is Billy on the ground and Steve shaking his hand as he draws in a breath through his teeth. 

Goldie’s husband picks Billy up from the floor, his tail between his legs as he is ushered out of the bar. 

“You okay there, Dandelion?” Steve asks once Billy is gone.

“Dandelion?” you question, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yellow dress, it fits,” he simply states, pointing at your dress with a smile. 

“Goldie, can you fix him a drink?” you ask, turning back towards her. You motion for Steve to sit down, sliding his drink towards him once he is settled beside you. 

“So what brings you in?” Steve questions, taking a sip of his whiskey. He presses the cold glass to his knuckles, wincing slightly at the contact. 

“Needed a drink after being out in the heat all day,” you state, turning towards him so you could see his features better. His cowboy hat covered his face with a shadow making it hard to really see him, you could make out that he was handsome but that was about it. 

“What about you?” you question. 

“Hard days work is all,” Steve drawls. 

“And work would be..?”

“Ranching. Business meeting about this year's revenue and how we’re splitting shit up, it's boring,” Steve drones, his ill humor in the matter evident in the way he grimaces. 

“I uh- ride bulls though. For actual work, you ever heard of the mudslinger?”

You nod, taking a sip of your drink.

“Heard a little bit about him, heard he’s from around here! I guess he announced the junior awards at the rodeo last night but I couldn’t make it,” you ramble causing Steve to chuckle. 

Steve removes his hat, revealing his face to you. He looks familiar as he looks down at you, his brown eyes boring into yours as you try to place where you’ve seen him. 

That’s when you put the two and two together.

“You’re The Mudslinger? What’s your name, uh sean?” you question, hopeful you got it right. 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, putting his hat back on. 

“Steve. Harrington.” He sticks his hand out towards you, you take it and firmly shake it. His hands are calloused, the rough skin contrasting the softness of yours. 

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Harrington, care to dance?” you stand from your place at the bar, holding your hand out to him. He takes it, his large hand engulfig your smaller one as you drag him to the dance floor. You both fall in line and begin dancing to some old country song. 

9 to 5 begins to play and Steve groans, line dancing to this song is like running a marathon. But, when he sees the excitement on your face, he decides it's worth it. He would die line dancing if it meant he got to see you smile like that again. 

By the time the song is over, sweat is beading down Steve’s back, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. You, on the other hand, look like a breath of fresh air, your hair slightly sticking to your face. Steve is pretty sure you were made up in his dreams. 

The two of you make it back to the bar, closing out your tabs before stepping out into the warm summer night. 

“I had a lot of fun with you, mudslinger,” you say, your hand reaching out to grab his. He smiles down at you, taking off his hat, placing it over his heart. 

“I had a lot of fun with you, dandelion. Please don’t break my heart and tell me I can’t see you again,” his voice is like honey, the Texas drawl evident after his several drinks. 

“I’d never,” with that, you put your phone number into Steve’s phone, texting yourself so you could have his number. 

“I’ll be out of town in a few weeks, riding in “The Daddy of em All” out in Cheyenne. Think I could take you out before then?” he questions, hat still covering his heart as he looks down at you. 

“Of course, cowboy,” 

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Lil rant (MAYBE PJATO SHOW SPOILERS?)

Lots of opinions up ahead so uh, look out.

I’m watching the PJATO show and I really love some parts. The casting—they’re all wonderful (literally everyone, Mr D is hilarious) and any fears I had have been quelled because they’re all amazing and the trio fit their characters well (even IRL and they’re so precious). Camp Half Blood — so well done. The cabins are huge, the colosseum is just what I imagined, and they really did great on making it properly large and vibrant. I love it. Some of the extra beats they’ve added to make it better expanded beyond the strictly Percy POV in the book have been good. Annabeth and Grover chucking Percy into a fountain to try to heal him was hilarious and totally in character—probably my favorite part so far. Also: AHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN!

But is anyone just feeling… like the pacing is super slow? Like I get that us “zoomers” have tiny attention spans and stuff but “The Horse and His Boy” was my favorite Narnia book and I read LOTR when I was 11 so I don’t think my attention span is quite so bad. These kids got ADHD and it feels like every talk and every scene just drags. Every time I think the energy is gonna rise, it gets smacked back down by lackluster scene climaxes. Again, I’m not trying to say we need more explosions or booms or arguments, just that I]it isn’t even remotely eliciting the same kind of goose-pimple/heart thumping moments I remember from the books. I reread them constantly and it’s always thrilling.

And the music… someone I was watching it with said it sounded like generic Marvel music, and they’re kinda right. I can’t remember a single note from the score at all, and I’m always listening to movie/TV scores because they’re like listening to the story in music format! PJATO’s score though? Can’t even remember it. I can’t remember any of it even being used in certain places. I thought they’d try to get older instrumentals to make it unique, like lyre AND electric guitar in the mix, but honestly I can’t even remember what it sounds like. That’s bad, right?

[[EDIT: I just looked up the score on Spotify and it was literally made by the people who did the “God of War” game score. There’s no freakin way this music is bad. I’m gonna listen to it alone later. Maybe it’s just set really low in the mix… ]]

The “death” of Sally Jackson was so lackluster. Just a standard medium long shot, can’t even remember if the music flourished or dropped or anything. Their acting was great, but it was framed so poorly that it just felt… idk…

The pacing feels like it’s something I would do as an amateur who doesn’t yet understand how to edit on my first few write-up’s of a script. I’m not trying to be mean or unfair because I REALLY wanna love this show and I genuinely love a lot of stuff about it and I can tell that so many people are working so hard on it, but holy moly I feel my brain begging for someone to do something impertinent and just slap the show into a roll whenever I’m watching it.

There’s another issue I have with the timing of the most recent episode but I don’t wanna go much further.

Again, this is all opinion and not meant to say anyone shouldn’t like the show or that the people in it are stupid because they aren’t at all and people should like it! I’m just saying that as someone that really appreciated the pacing of the books (that was quick but never sacrificed the storytelling and slowed down when it needed to), I am really feeling that this show isnt shaping up like that. Additional note: I’m not even saying that the pacing of the show needs to BE the pacing of the books. I’m just saying that the pacing of the books is one of the things that made it so good and I really haven’t read many things with pacing of that quality.

Aaaanyway feel free to disagree with me or roast me alive. I just haven’t seen anyone talking about it and I wanted to rant a little and see what other people thought. I’m still gonna keep watching because I think if they can fix the pacing, imma really freaking enjoy this and in case they do, I don’t wanna miss it. And because I’d rather have more PJATO show than less!

#Rusty rants #pjato spoilers #pjato show #percy jackon and the olympians #mild spoilers #critique #please don’t hate me #Mr Riordan I’m sure everyone is trying their best #but this pacing is seriously gonna be the death of me #if I was 10 I would get bored and turn it off #I’m powering through because I love pjato and I wanna support this cast and the team’s hard work #long post #pjato

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QTA: Together

Hello! It's the time of year again where teachers talk about what to do in case of a school shooting, which is a big trigger for my anxiety, and when I'm anxious I like to project on Virgil, so I was wondering if you could do something with that — maybe in the homophobia ft. queer teacher alliance universe because that one already has the right set up. Sorry for rambling, and as always: I love your writing and feel free to ignore this. – anon

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Warnings: discussion of school shootings

Pairings: none

Word Count: 2702

    Sometimes, there are things that surprise Virgil with how much they make him freak out. These can come in the whoa-didn't-know-that-was-a-trigger variety, the holy-shit-wasn't-expecting-that variety, and the for-fuck's-sake-how-are-you-people-this-awful variety. Unfortunately, lately, most of the things have been that third kind, because this is high school and apparently pretty much everyone else got the 'we're gonna be racist, homophobic, and otherwise bigoted now' memo and Virgil was skipped.

Sometimes, though, he knows exactly what's going to set off his…everything, and boy howdy, is today no exception.

Mr. Everheart gathers them all in right before classes start and Virgil can just tell that something's about to go horribly for him. It's a skill, honestly, something he's honed over the past few years of having his brain be an absolute nonsense machine that insists on being a shit. Mr. Everheart clicks a few things on his computer before he wheels his chair out to speak to them and yep, oh no, shit's about to go down.

"I won't keep you for long," he starts, and his voice is serious enough to make even the most rambunctious kids from interrupting, "but I've been informed that the next topic I have to discuss in these little homeroom talks is what to do in the event of a school shooting."

The room goes dead quiet.

Ooh, bad choice of words.

The room goes awfully quiet. Virgil swears he can feel the temperature drop a few degrees. He risks a quick glance around and sees that everyone's looking at Mr. Everheart, even though a few of them are still on their phones under the table. Across the room, he sees two of them reach out and hold onto each other, another few shuffling closer to each other as if the proximity will help keep the worst of it at bay.

It won't, his brain whispers, you know it won't.

Shut the fuck up, you.

While he's scolding his brain for being rude, he realizes he's missed a good part of Mr. Everheart's talk. A sinking feeling takes hold of his stomach when he tunes back in to realize that he doesn't need to have listened this time; it's exactly the same one they had last year. Some hysterical part of him wants to laugh; how rote have these fucking tragedies become that it's now rote? Like it's something to be read off like a fucking lesson plan, like it's something they just do now, just casually prepare for one of the worst things that can happen in a school, just accept that one day they all might walk in and not all walk out?

He squeezes the keychain on his backpack a little tighter and takes a shuddering breath.

"Mr. Everheart?"

Virgil looks up as Lily raises her hand. Mr. Everheart nods. "Yes, kiddo?"

"How likely do you think it is that a shooting will happen in our school?"

They all turn to look at him expectantly. He taps his fingers against his knuckles where his hands are folded in his lap. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I made a promise to you, didn't I, when these homeroom talks started?"

"Yes, Mr. Everheart."

"And that was that I would never lie to you, even if the curriculums tell me to say something different, I will do my best to be completely and totally honest with you."

The air conditioning hums and rattles in the background.

"I don't know, Lily," Mr. Everheart says after another moment, "I'd like to say I do. That I could read you some statistics and put your minds at ease, that I could say with confidence that I know that none of our students would ever do something like that, but…"

His voice cracks slightly on the last word and to Virgil's horror, he can see him hold back tears. A few other students aren't so lucky and sniffles come from the corners of the room.

"I don't have an answer for you," he says and it's the best and worst thing he could have said, "I'm sorry, Lily."

Lily shakes her head. "No, thank you, Mr. Everheart."

A small chorus of thank you, Mr. Everheart goes up around the room and Virgil watches his face crumple for a moment before manages to smile again. He frowns, wondering why it took him a moment, before the horrifying truth crosses his mind and he almost gags from the sudden sickness in his stomach.

In a school shooting, the teachers are prepared to die for the students. Mr. Everheart just had his homeroom thank him for being ready to die for them.

Holy fucking shit.

It's hard for him to tell who breaks first but then Virgil blinks and half a dozen students are up out of their chairs and hugging Mr. Everheart. He gets up with everyone else, crowding around to just be like I'm here, I'm with you, thank you, I'm sorry, I'm scared too, will you be scared with me? The horrible air conditioning buzzes and a few people sniffle and everybody just stays quiet until they feel like they're not about to be forgotten the moment they pull away.

"You're all wonderful," he hears Mr. Everheart manage, his voice slightly too thick, "you're all such wonderful people."

"You too, Mr. Everheart."

"You're the best homeroom teacher ever."

Please, they're all saying to each other without the right words, please don't die for me, I couldn't take it.

The bell rings a few moments later and regretfully they all pull away, swiping tissues from tissue boxes and patting shaking shoulders. Mr. Everheart ruffles hair and gets in one last hug here and there before sending them all off to class. Virgil manages to make it through the hallway without having a breakdown and all but collapses into his seat in the next classroom. His hands are still trembling.

For better or worse, it seems like the whole school is getting the school shooting talk today, because no one puts a fucking toe out of line for the rest of the day. There aren't any bullies or homophobes or anything, not even when things come up in class or he sees a few of them shooting looks at him. But nothing comes of it; he offers an awkward wave and they just nod back. Someone accidentally slams a locker and everyone in the hall flinches. A chip bag pops and the student next to Virgil starts crying. He sees one of his teachers pull their phone out and explain their saved information to a student who starts to make their own list. The buzz never leaves its place just under Virgil's skin and he drifts through the school.

Three days later, they have a drill.

He's out in the hallway. He's not supposed to be out in the hallway. He's supposed to be in class. But he had to use the bathroom. Now he's in the hallway. His classroom is on the other side of the school. The locks start buzzing all around him. The doors are locking. He can't get inside. He can't run. They'll think he's a shooter. He can't bang on the door. He can't get in. What if the shooter finds him?

"Virgil!"

He turns. Mr. Mackenzie waves at him. Mr. Mackenzie's door is still open. It's Mr. Mackenzie.

"Come on!"

Virgil blinks. He's inside Mr. Mackenzie's classroom. The door closes. The lock buzzes. He's huddled on the ground behind the desk away from the door. Mr. Mackenzie does something and then he's right next to him. Mr. Mackenzie is safe, right? He's been kind to him, he's been nice, he hasn't minded when Virgil gets all messy and upset, he's—he's good, he's fine, he's—he's—

"Shh," Mr. Mackenzie murmurs, his voice pitched low and his hands quiet in front of him, "it's alright, Virgil, you're alright. Can you look at me?"

Virgil looks up. His chest hurts. Why does his chest hurt?

"You're having an attack, Virgil," he says in that low, soothing voice again, "that's it, stay with me, now."

"I'm s—I'm so—"

"Shh, shh, don't apologize, it's alright, you've not done something wrong." To his horror, he feels tears start to well up and Mr. Mackenzie lets out a sympathetic noise. "What do you need, Virgil?"

"I can't—can't feel my hands."

"Here," and Mr. Mackenzie offers him a small teddy bear cold pack, filled with beads, "squeeze this, try and move the beads around. The feeling will start to come back."

Virgil looks at it blankly.

"Can you squeeze the bear's ear for me?"

Fingers that should be Virgil's that don't quite feel like they belong to him move to the black outline of the bear's ear and squeeze. The light brown beads move away from the pressure. One of them gets a little stuck and pops out later.

"Very good. What about his nose?"

The fingers move to the bear's nose and squeeze. It's in the center of the cold pack, so there are more beads that have to move out of the way. A few of them bump into the fingers. The top of the pack bulges out a little bit from so many beads filling it up.

"Excellent. Can you squeeze his left eye?"

The bear's eyes are closed. Why are his eyes closed? Is it dead?

"Stay with me, Virgil, squeeze the bear's left eye."

He moves his hands and squeezes. The beads squish together and move under his fingers. He does it again, watching them move around. And again, just to feel it on his other hand. Then his hands start to hurt, probably because he couldn't feel them for a long time, and he keeps going, pressing and squeezing parts of the bear's face. Belatedly, he realizes he's not following Mr. Mackenzie's instructions anymore and he looks up, only for Mr. Mackenzie to smile and shake his head.

"Go on, it's alright. That's what it's for."

He looks back down at the bear. He squeezes his ears, his nose, his eyes, his mouth. The bear is smiling with his eyes closed, maybe he's happy. He looks a bit like a children's book character. What's the last children's book he read? Was it one with a bear? Probably not. He did see a kid's cartoon show with a bear in it though. That bear was light brown too, just like this one. Did it wear a hat? Why does he have a memory of a bear wearing a hat?

He lets himself follow the train of thought through a weird fever-dream-like memory of a show he used to watch—or at least, a show he thinks he used to watch, until his hands aren't as sore anymore and he can take a deep breath without his chest feeling like it's going to explode. He lets his head tip back to rest against the wall, taking one big breath after another. After a moment, he feels the cold pack start to slip out of his hands and he sits back up. Mr. Mackenzie is still crouched in front of him, watching him carefully, but he smiles when Virgil manages to look up at him again.

"There," he murmurs, voice still barely louder than a whisper, "that seems like it's better, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Of course, Virgil." He glances to his left—the door, that's where the door is—and comes to sit on Virgil's right.

Between him and the door.

Right.

Right.

"Hey," Mr. Mackenzie whispers, "stay with me, now."

"I'm here, I'm here." He shifts to ease a cramp in his leg. "How, uh, how long has it been?"

"About five to ten minutes."

"How much longer will this take?"

"I don't know."

He looks around the science classroom. Beakers stand on the side, ready to be cleaned. Three measuring cylinders still have a solution in them. One of the sinks has a thermometer balanced on the very edge. Several desks have bunsen burners set up in the middle, ready to go. Mr. Mackenzie's lab coat is still hung neatly over the back of his chair.

This should be a normal classroom. There should be students in here, messing about when they think Mr. Mackenzie isn't looking. There should be some people taking notes and some people playing with the spare test tubes. There should be someone miming pulling the emergency shower only to be cowed by a single raised eyebrow. There should be some people freaking out about open flame in a school and Mr. Mackenzie should be assuring them that it's perfectly safe, that he's taught them all how to deal with it and do experiments safely. There should be one time where someone turns the gas tap on a little too much and there's a moment of panic before calm is restored. There should be bad jokes and dramatic groans and the general hubbub of students learning in a school where that's all they're supposed to do.

But instead, the sink drips thunderously in a silent room and the only people here are him and Mr. Mackenzie.

"How are we supposed to do this?"

"Hm?"

"This," Virgil whispers, gesturing between them, the bear hanging lifelessly from his fingers, "how—how are we supposed to focus on learning like this?"

Mr. Mackenzie sighs, and it's the same weight as Mr. Everheart's was too. "I wish I had an answer for you."

"The counselor keeps saying that we just need to be smart and keep an eye out for each other," Virgil continues, "but how are we supposed to do that when we're so scared all the time?"

The bear twitches in his hands.

"I'm so scared," he admits, bringing it back to his chest and squeezing it again, "I'm so scared all the time. Do you have any idea how tiring that is? I'm supposed to—I'm not supposed to be scared for my life every time I want to go to the bathroom, I'm not supposed to know how to text like, 20 people my emergency info in three seconds, I'm not supposed to have a list of who I'm ready to die for."

Mr. Mackenzie is quiet for a long moment. Then he shifts and turns to look down at him, a solemn expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Virgil, I wish…I wish I could say something to make this better."

"Having you say it sucks helps too."

He huffs a small laugh. "It does suck. It's an awful situation, Virgil. It shouldn't be like this. And I'm sorry I can't fix it."

Virgil scoffs, leaning against the wall. "You can't be expected to fix this whole fucking mess by yourself."

"I suppose I'm not used to that either." He leans back too. "I'm used to being able to have an answer for everything in here, I have to be. When I have students handling dangerous things like open flame, or corrosive chemicals, I have to have an answer. But I can't have an answer for this."

The sink keeps dripping.

"My apologies," he murmurs after a moment, "it's not your responsibility to deal with my own emotional troubles."

"No, that was—it helps to know I'm not alone in feeling totally helpless, you know? So, thanks. It, um, it made me feel a bit better."

Mr. Mackenzie looks over and smiles at him. After a moment, he raises his arm and Virgil scoots close enough for him to lean against his side. He's given a gentle squeeze side hug and let go again, but they stay sitting close to each other.

We're here, they say to each other, I see you. I'm with you. We'll get through this, together.

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#dragonbabbles #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #fic

[ackermanbitch]

Teenage Dirtbag (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader) Part 6.5?

a/n: so this is honestly just filler (which is why it's so SHORT) before the part of the fic that takes place during the beginning of homecoming. i dont see the point in writing for the rest of civil war when realistically this is as far as reader would be involved. also not using (y/n) bc i dont like it anymore :D

warnings: arguing?? but it's kind of funny, reader being very much tony's daughter and repressing very real and important emotions

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5

word count: 730 (augh its so short im sorry, next chapter will be the normal length dw )

"Ross wants you in juvie, and honestly, I can't totally blame him! You were assisting war criminals. War. Criminals."

The teen groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to lean as far away from the boy sitting next to her, wondering why the hell he chose to sit right there when there was an entire private plane for him to roam. "Why didn't you have this conversation with me before I left?" She whispered angrily, adjusting the phone in her hand to speak directly into the microphone.

Regardless of where Peter sat, he would've heard Tony's yapping through the phone in response to being interrupted during a lecture.

"Oh I'm sorry my scolding doesn't line up with your schedule young lady, but this is the only time I could fit in to talk to you, what between all the meetings I'm having in an attempt to keep you out of jail!"

"Can't you, I don't know- tell them I happened to be going for a-... a nice stroll? Walked into the crossfire by mis-" She stumbled over her words, eyes darting to Peter who snorted at her idea before she even finished. He quickly cleared his throat, head turning away so quickly she thought he might've pulled something.

Tony brought his palm up to his forehead, some measly attempt to soothe his growing migraine, "This is not a joke, we're talking about you potentially doing prison time-"

"I've hardly done anything deserving a real charge Dad, they just think I'm going to do something and I obviously won't, seeing as my team of 'war criminals' are in fucking Alcatraz-"

"One, you need to watch your damn language and two, you think I don't know that? Of course I think these allegations are a load of bullshit, it doesn't make it any easier to shut them down." Tony sighed, checking the time on his phone before bringing it back to his ear. "Listen, I have to go, call me when you land and don't let Happy fall asleep. Can't have you two teenagers unsupervised on my private plane."

She glanced at Happy's snoring figure on the other side of the jet, "Yeah, sure, he's wide awake. Love you, bye." She deadpanned, hanging up before Tony could finish reciprocating the sentiment.

She may have forced a mask of indifference, even carelessness, when faced with the consequences but behind all that, her brain felt like a fucking circus. A circus with multiple tornado sirens going off, fires and mass hysteria. Oh, and every clown wore her face. Her stupid, 'rebel against dad' at any chance, war criminal assisting face. She'd rather end up in prison than have to face her dad again. What if he never forgives her for this, what if he never moves on, what if this isn't like every other time she's done something stupid, this could change the course of her li-

"You're not.. actually gonna go to jail, right?" Peter interrupted her raging thoughts, giving her quite the worried stare.

She sighed, fiddling with her phone, "No, he would never let that happen. Not with his troupe of lawyers. I'll get let off with a 'hefty warning'," She emphasized with air quotes, "AKA forty torturous minutes of Cap telling me how I need to make better choices. Though he's stuck in the clink right now so I don't know."

She tried to hide the slight shake to her voice, how it sounded more like she was convincing herself rather than explaining it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't tell Mr. Stark I said this but uh- Y'know, he's Captain America, he'll probably break out of there in no time."

She slowly turned her head to look at him, slowly letting a smile break out across her face. "Yeah, maybe. He's pretty crazy. Suuuch a rebellious guy, very anti-government."

Peter shrugged with a hopeful smile, "I don't know, this whole thing started over him not wanting to sign a peace treaty, that seems extremely anti-government."

"I guess you're right Parker, as always." She grinned, ignoring his flushed cheeks at her compliment and letting her eyes drift to Happy.

"You got a marker?"

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#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel x reader #tony stark x daughter reader #tony stark

[toomanyfictionalboyfriends]

“I got everything I wanted. My everything was you.”

Remus lupin

huge bust on keeping it under 500 for this one. Rem just does things to me, I can't help myself.

Mr. Remus Lupin

Mrs. Y/n Lupin

Mr. and Mrs. Remus Lupin

You doodled on your parchment, quill moving effortlessly over the page as your brain repeated the phrases in as many different ways possible.

A few older girls, ones closer to Remus' age, must have caught a glimpse at your parchment as they passed by because one with stark raven hair stopped and laughed in your face.

"Oh you poor naive little girl. Charity, look, this tiny tot thinks she's going to marry Remus."

Her friend, a curly headed blonde, laughed back before she spoke. "I wouldn't worry Margie. He's probably just made a bet with Sirius or something."

The one with dark hair, Margie, laughed again, a deep belly laugh, from her toes if you had to guess. "You are so right, Cher! Probably how long they can go before she realizes this was all just some joke on her. Well I'd love to sit and chat about Remus, really I mean who wouldn't, am I right? But we gotta scoot, we told Dirk and Fabian we'd meet them in the courtyard. Bye-bye." They both waved as if they weren't bullying you mere seconds ago and toddled off through the portrait hole. With a muttered 'Incendio' your parchment, littered with sprawling handwriting of 'Mr and Mrs Remus Lupin' burst into flames, leaving behind a scorched mark on the table.

Anyone that didn't know Remus would assume that because of his quiet nature he was shy, but quite the opposite was true of Remus. He was just as much a charmer as Sirius and James and he was easily as funny and laid back as Peter. Truth be told, Remus Lupin was the 'Casanova of Gryffindor'. At least according to his friends. He had any girl he wanted before you came alone and once you did come along he had you too. However when people looked at you they saw what they seemed to think Remus was. You were actually shy, not one to be outgoing outside of your strict friend group which consisted of Remus and his mates. It made you a bit of an outsider at first but you quickly became one with the group and they welcomed you with open arms. It was something you had been insecure about and if you were honest with yourself you still were at times but not so much anymore. But now that insecurity started to slip back in. What if those girls were right? What if this was just a game, a joke on you? Sirius and Remus had made a bet that if he could get you comfortable enough to come out of your shell and become friends with them they'd do something awful. Your brain wasn't even coming up with anything but you were sure it was bound to be atrocious and in front of the whole school, or at least most of them. Before you could stop yourself you were grabbing your belongings and making your way for the Gryffindor tower.

"Excuse me? Has anyone seen Sirius, James, Peter or Remus?" You're thankful your voice is above a whisper but not many students seem to pay attention. That is until Remus practically comes hurdling down the stairs.

"Oh hi, love. What's going on?" He stops in front of you. "Are you okay? You look like you're gonna cry." James, Sirius and Peter descend the stairs in a hurry but it quickly turns neat when they see Remus stopped by you.

"Rem, I need to talk to you. And James and Siri and Pete. Can you guys meet me in the room of requirement? Or we can talk in your room? I don't really mind where, it's just really important and I need to get it off my chest and-" You don't even realize he's leading you up the stairs as you ramble until you come to their door, graciously opened by James who steps back to allow you in first. Each of the boys takes a seat on their respective bed, waiting for you to sit with Remus and tell them what this is about but it never comes. Instead you pace around the room as you speak.

"So I was sitting in the library and I was writing, or more so doodling I guess bit I was- it's kinda embarrassing, you guys have to promise not to laugh…" You pause, looking at each of them.

"Swear, love." Remus makes an x motion over his heart.

"Promise." James and Peter agree.

"I'll try my best." Sirius says seriously.

You sigh and continue. "I was writing Mr and Mrs Remus Lupin-" Remus' eyes turn into hearts and instead of laughing Sirius thinks he might throw up at how cute that is. "And some girls your age saw and they started bullying me, saying I was just a poor naive tot and I wasn't going to marry Rem and that it was all a joke on me, a bet between him and Siri or something. And I just want to say that if it's true I don't appreciate it, being the but end of a joke." Finally you allow yourself a moment to breathe and all of the boys look at you with utter confusion.

"Baby, what?"

"Rem- Remus, don't do this. If this is a joke just, please, can we congratulate you for keeping it up for two and a half years so I can go? You can be with one of them. I mean obviously I'm nothing special. You can have one of them, someone who's rich, outgoing, everything you ever wanted." The tears in your eyes threaten to spill over but you don't allow them to.

"I got everything I wanted. My everything was you." He stands and takes your hands. "It's not a joke, at all, ever. I don't want rich and outgoing. I want shy and reserved except when you're around our friends. I want doodles 'Mr and Mrs Remus Lupin' on your parchment when you probably should have been doing your muggle studies homework. I got what I wanted." His lips are soft on yours when he kisses you and the tears finally come because you know he truly means it.

#remus x reader #remus lupin #fan fic #fanfiction #fics #marauders #tmfbfs fics #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin x reader #moony #moony x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fic #remus lupin imagine

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest Vol. 3 - Fic Recs

Here's everything I added to the Pedro Fics Spreadsheet in the last week with my unedited ramblings attached (the notes I make immediately after reading, often unhinged). I noticed I've started writing my notes with the intention of people reading them, instead of just complete rambling. That means people are reading this! So thank you. I love you and I love all of the authors I share here <3

Fixed on Your Hand of Gold - a Joel one shot by @javiscigarette

-> Sweet but rough dom Joel back at it again. I love the way he checks on in reader so often, but how he also manhandles you into sub space every time? Like can I please have him irl please

Step-dad Joel - a Joel series (kind of) by @toxicanonymity

-> Reader is in her twenties and does not live at home. Joel married her mom when she was a teen. Now in her 20s, she catches Joel jerking off to her instagram one day and starts toying with him. He tries to resist.

Silence Can Never Be Bought - a Joel series by @toxicanonymity

-> Listen we all know I'm here for the porn more than the plot... it's been well demonstrated... but anyway I actually am a sucker for a good plot. And this here bad boy *slaps roof of this fic* can hold so many twists and turns. The smut in this drove me crazy, also, if that wasn't obvious.

- Cognitive Dissonance - a Jack series by @prolix-yuy

-> I have no clue what westworld even is, but i didn't really need to. Prolix takes you there and really immerses you in the world fucking effortlessly. Jack is so fucking hot and sweet in this fic and the reader character is lovely too. The smut was absolutely mind blowing... i just... read it and weep babes. (Oh and there's a new series in the universe coming!!)

A Taste For Men Who Are Older - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

-> We fuckin love horny neighbor joels in this house. This fic is so fucking hot and I really love the whole ditching your date to bang Joel trope... is that a trope? I read it really often so... I'm calling it a trope.

Gin's 2K baby fics - mostly joel + one Jack mini fics by @atinylittlepain

-> These are all excellent. Special shout out to Big Fan (Tommy's Version), a non-slash silly ficlet inspired by my dumbass ask. Happy 2K!

Breathe Through It - a Joel one shot by @ezrasversion

-> This is so soft... I am so soft... I'm gonna cry. No smut just some hurt/comfort babies I am crying

Trust Me - a Din one shot by @atinylittlepain

-> Trust ME! This fic is hot. We love Din Djarin, Consent King, asking every step of the way. He's so sweet when he's reassuring her... ugh. And that calm confidence Din has is so sexy and that's really present in this fic. fhdsjfhdsjkfsdj Gin this is hot.

Night Walks- a Joel series by @toxicanonymity

-> I lied I'm putting nightwalks on the rec list. READ THE WARNINGS. this is my favorite of the nightwalks series. She's finally letting herself be into it (but she's like really high so....) but anyway this is HOT jesus christ ily Toxic ily ily

Birds of a Feather - a Joel one shot by @atinylittlepain

-> Obsessed with reader in this fic actually, she's so lovely. And I love love love their dynamic in this UGH.

Office Hours - a Mr. Ben one shot by @cutesyscreenname

-> I love a Mr. Ben fic. And I love a pegging fic. And I love professor!pedge characters. I just love this.

I had a work trip this week, so I only have 2 or 3 days of reading on here. This meant that I prioritized fics I already knew I wanted to read and didn't do any digging for writers not normally on my radar or Pedge characters not living rent free in my brain at the moment. I also know I missed some of my dear friends, but you'll be on next weeks because you're in my tbr right now at the very top. I love you all!

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller fics #jack daniels fics #Din Djarin fics #Mr. Ben fics

[casualhedonists]

Please tell us about all the inspos for this fic. I am begging

you do NOT have to ask me twice nonnie (thank you for enabling me)

slightly long post ahead! 🤍

so i drew some of the initial inspo for the fic and the power dynamics at play (coryo being president, the reader latching onto that power through their arrangement) from a house of cards-like dynamic. i wanted that dark undertone to exist but more glamorous and capitol-ised (?) with fancy balls and displays of excess as we know already exists in the hunger games universe. the very face-value, pawns in a political game reminded me a bit of that show and so i kinda crossed the tbosas universe over with that until it worked. also with it being old fashioned i kinda took inspo from like, a house of cards meets bbc’s war and peace type vibe.

for the power dynamics, the constant push and pull between coryo and reader, it was BIG mr and mrs smith vibes (one of my fave movies ugh such a masterclass). the dinner table scene especially, like that underlying tension in chapter two when he asks her if she’s okay, and then the obvious chapter four scene near the beginning where she’s messing with him. just so so delicious to write that kind of electric power play where you’re on your toes all the time, never knowing when someone’s going to break.

in terms of snow’s manor house they live in, and the housestaff, i was pulling on a bit of a downton abbey kinda vibe (comfort show icl). i tried giving the staff more character through that too (esp lucille my beloved) as they’re just a much more effective plot device when there’s backstory, which panned out super well when i came to write chapter five and suddenly had a plot device in my hands to write them into a Situation!

another big big inspo for the power dynamics/smut/general themes of this fic was based on this oscar wilde quote:

“everything in the world is about sex, except sex. sex is about power.”

it just always kept popping back into my brain as i wrote yknow?? series thesis statement if there ever was one.

moving on! maybe a more niche reference but when reader walks around snow’s room in the later chapters, esp the first time, i was drawing a little on the selena gomez hands to myself video. spraying the cologne etc and just that obsession and fascination with being in someone’s space.

the voyeurism aspect (and i only realised that upon the reread i did to make this post as thorough as possible) actually pulled on a certain scene from crimson peak.

okay nonnie i am gonna leave it at that for tonight, i’m sure i’ll remember more and if i do i’ll add them to this post! thank you again for asking, i love talking about this 🤍🤍

#asks 💌 #attention #｡･:*˚:✧｡ mimi speaks!

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 8.29.23

I did more than nothing this week, which was something. I guess.

I really do want to get back to work on Ductwork, but it's Renji's birthday this week and I wanted to have something postable. Obviously, it would be fun and cool if I could finish that porno I started, but I was struggling with that, and I wanted to divert my brain a little. I do not remember exactly why or how, but I got it in my head that I wanted to write some Renji & Momo Academy horsing around and I came up with something good for that, and I started it. Sounds great, right? It grew in my head a little, but it still seemed pretty do-able, and in a wild thing that never happens, I had both a good ending in mind and a title, and I was feeling good. I even got a whopping 700 words of it written.

Then I got hit with an incredibly stupid and possibly unpublishable, like, future chapter of this thing, on the presumption that it turned into some sort of long anthology of Renji-Momo-Kira-and-sometimes-Rukia stories, who does want that? Everyone wants that. Everyone except me who has to write it. Well, I do want to write it, but I also want to write the story that I am way way super behind on and planned to spend my fall on. Anyway, having no willpower whatsoever (my general writing rule is that when I want to write something, I let myself write it, because the feeling is fleeting and unobtainable under artificial conditions) and write 2100 words that I honestly do not know what I am supposed to do with, aside from let them sit in my drafts for four years until I dredge them out again. o____o

Also, the porno is up to 2871, an increase of 458 words, wrung out of me one by painful one.

Also, I re-read the one Big Scene I really like in Ductwork and it's so irritating to having something this good and to still need, like 50,000 words to go around it.

In other news, I drew a thing. It's...Renji adjacent, so I'm gonna post it on the 31st, since I probably won't have anything else. It's fine, it can be Renji's birthday until I say it's not. (Oh shit I just remembered I have 80% of a Renji - Orihime fic that I found in my drafts that I was hoping to dust off and finish for the Renji - Orihime Birthday Interregnum. Maybe that's still do-able)

I have definitely gotten into a place with my drawing (and my writing is started to go there too, I am afraid) where trying to do anything seems too big and too hard and not worth starting, but I'm really trying hard to fight back against that. I want to figure out something to do, like redrawing screenshots or something, which will take a lot of the hard "picking a pose" up-front friction out of the activity, because I was really close to not-sucking for a while there, and then I lost all my enthusiasm for it. :(

Anyway, the kids went back to school, so the house is a lot quieter this week. They're really good kids, I don't want anyone to ever think I don't like my kids or something, but I get really exhausted being around other people, and it's like every muscle in my body relaxes if I get the house to myself even for a bit. (Mr. P is still here, but it's better than everyone). It also helps my motivation, because I say to myself, "I've got until 3 to get my own stuff done" and then it's Mom-on-call time again and that's honestly really helpful to my executive function.

Grand total: 3319 words and one drawing, distinctly not bad

PS: Despite it resulting in some productivity, I do not at all like the feeling of being scatterbrained like this, it makes me very overwhelmed and short-tempered. I've also been getting a lot of asks lately and it was making those feelings even worse, so I've closed my ask box until I feel like I've got my brain under control again.

#writing update #art update

[mrcspectr]

oh i would LOVE to hear your marc and jake thoughts, anything you have to say about them i am listening

FIRED from writing about the boys because this took FOREVER sodjfnfkdkd sorry sometimes the brain just. Doesn't. 😅

Ahem. So. (Also disclaimer; this is in terms of their MCU counterparts, comics characterization has some similarities to this in my mind but it's not quite the same.)

I love exploring Marc and Jake's relationship because really.. we don't know a whole lot just yet, so there's plenty of room to play around with, right? Five minutes of a scene of Jake along with six episodes with varying degrees of Marc involvement doesn't really leave a lot of room for canon characterization, but to me, there's really only one way that it works.

The way the show ended left Marc and Steven living as a sort of cohesive, brotherly relationship. Things are bumpy, but they're more aware and are beginning to learn to live in tandem with each other. But it didn't start out that way. We went from Steven not knowing of Marc at all, to confusion, to misunderstanding, frustration, resentment caused by Marc's lies and anger from Steven once he realized how many decisions Marc had been making without his input. A ton of work had to be done and processing needed to happen to an extent so that the two could understand each other. And in that dynamic, Marc held the most information.

So what happens when Marc falls into Steven's shoes?

Honestly, I think it would be incredibly funny.. eventually. The point we're at right now, we've got a pushpin right in the dead center of Steven's timeline in season one. Marc is confused. Marc is missing things. Marc is realizing that this time, he's not the one with the upperhand, he's not seeing all the pieces on the board. I don't think he'd react in quite the same way because he's not Steven; Steven had this intense fear of the unknown, was horrified at the existence of someone he didn't understand. He just wanted his little life with his own things and wanted to be content with that, somehow. Until a certain Mr. Marc Spector threw a nuke in the whole thing.

Marc I think would be more.. frustrated initially. Quick to anger. At first, I think he'd be entirely unwilling to acknowledge Jake at all, assuming that if he just ignores the problem, it will go away. Because Marc knows how their brain works, he would've known if there was someone else. And Jake would just laugh. He'd giggle and chortle and it would drive Marc insane. Like, buddy. You really thought you had this under control, all by yourself? Weren't gonna acknowledge all the missing time that couldn't possibly have been accounted for during Steven's waking hours? The bodies? The near impossible escapes that he had no recollection of? The hazy timelines that Steven seemed to sideeye him for just a little too long during his explanations?

Eventually that anger would still come, in the same way it had with Steven but from Marc's perspective. He doesn't always agree with Jake's violence, but Jake knows Marc had never been entirely above hurting people and isn't afraid to call him out on his hypocrisy. He's saved the lot of them more times than he can count and he won't apologize for it, but Marc Knows Best and is constantly picking a fight regarding Jake's methods, his attitude, his blatant refusal to follow Marc's plans. Again, Marc has always (lol) been the one in control, and giving up the reigns will be. Well. Near impossible.

I could talk about this all day, but the way their habits and personalities bounce off of each other has always been so fun to play with for me. The relationships between the three of them are a kaleidoscope of colors, reflections of each other but varying hues that shine in unique ways.

Plus they're so dumb. But I love 'em.

#literally i got three paragraphs into this and my brain was like #CHILLLLLLL #seriously i could've explored this for pages #anonymous #asks #mk meta

[mushiewrites]

can I just be sappy for a moment about 2022? It was so shitty for a multitude of reasons but you guys made it better ):

firstly everyone that interacts with my posts, i love u and appreciate u so much ): if i didn’t have people interacting, i wouldn’t really have a reason to want to keep writing.

but there are some very cool and lovely people I want to fawn over and just say a few things about 🫠

thank u to:

@an-inkling-of for hyping up my writing and always encouraging me to be mean (hehehe 😈)

@elliot-tword for being one of the first people i remember being so kind and supportive when i first started out writing

@fluffy-fics for making LITERAL BEAUTIFUL ART FROM MY FICS / DRABBLES???????? still so honored tbh 🥺💕

@sleepy--anon + @azuregiggles + @starshinenova for providing the best hc’s i’ve ever seen and allowing me to run wild with them 👀

@amitlee for being my enemy, one of my favorite people to bully/be bullied by, and also one of the best people i’ve gotten to meet on this hell site 🔥

I have a million more people I could thank, so if you weren’t mentioned, just know I love u and appreciate you. I want to tag you all 🥺

I hope every has an incredible 2023, it’s gonna be great I can feel it ✨

(okay i’m putting the longer ones under here…..this is going to be SAPPY sappy - this is your warning)

@cayjno - my baby jworm ): i don’t even know what to write for you. i went from freaking out in the best way over your fics to getting to be so close with you and i am still confused as to how????? i have no idea why but i was so nervy to speak with you bc u were just so COOL to me and i was scawwed. i remember the night we had our first real conversation, i was just so hype that you were as cool as i thought, probably even more so. you are one of the most kindest and sweetest humans i’ve ever met. i am so so thankful to know you and get to be in your life. you make me feel so safe, you never ever throw judgement on me and i am so grateful for that. i don’t ever feel scared telling you things because i know you’re not going to look at me differently for it. you also don’t let me brain run with bad things - you normally tell me straight up how something is if i seem to be going a different direction than what actually is happening in situations where that might normally happen. you are just such a lovely support person. we are so comfortable with each other and i love doing stupid things with you. you are so extremely talented in so many ways (i will never have another wallpaper that isn’t a juno drawing ever again btw). u are absolutely adorable and i adore you and your art and your writing and just skdndjdndjsj i love you ): i can’t wait until we invent teleporting so i can hug you for a million years ): i love u so much mouse 💕

@covenofwives - I literally stayed hyperfixated on The Blame Game for m o n t h s. you are SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL. the first few times we spoke i was so hype because you were so kind! we’ve gotten to be such nice little fwens and i love that for us ): we have our own little bobbi duo! i love when we exchange art and wips, it makes me feel so nice that you allow me to see your creations before they’re finished. you are so insanely talented as well, i’m still so hype that you drew Big Challenges on the beach just enjoying his day. you and your feathers are the cutest things EVER, i can’t wait to keep our cute lil friendship growing! i love and appreciate u and ur kindness always 🥺💕

and last but definitely not least

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So it goes: Chapter 23 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: Sometimes finding peace in the middle of the mess and the noise can be really challenging, but a surprise trip, a skyline and a Aussie made it possible in the middle of the night, at least for a while.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cuddles and kisses are happening, an Irish girl who doesn’t know how to talk without swearing.

Word count: 9.8k

A/N: HELLO AGAIN! Holy shit its taking forever to write a chapter when life happens and you’re an adult, but heyyyy here we go! This is once again long af so bare with me and don’t judge me. Vacations are happening soon so hopefully will write some chapters so it doesn’t take me forever to update. Okay, gonna stop rambling. Just wanted to say a public and big fuck u to Mr. Zak Brown and his orange tractors and thank you for the love and likes, it really means the world. So that’s that and see you soon! 🫶🏻

PD: Should the Irish sisters drag Mr. Brown in some future chapter? Let me know what you think? 👀

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Chapter 23 - Ever since New York.

If Maggie thought Michael had lost her mind when he took her so watch the sunset during their days in Perth, then she had no idea how to describe what happened after Miami.  

It all started the morning after the race when Michael called her at 7am to wake her up. If the one bothering her was any other human, she would have probably destroyed them, but not with Michael. Never with Michael. With him, Maggie just made a big amount of weird noises as answers, too tired and lazy to even think about proper words. She was so dozed off that she didn't stop to think why Michael asked if he could go to her room. It wasn't that he needed permission or anything like that. He had a free pass there any time he wanted, but he knew Maggie would have probably died of a heart attack if suddenly she heard someone was in her room, especially on a Monday morning. If Jas knew Michael wasn't in the room, she would sneak in some way to wake her sister, but that was never on Mondays. That was the only day Daniel could sleep in as much as he wanted, and if he loved to sleep in with Jas, it just turned way better since Olivia arrived. From that day, Mondays were the days when he not only could stay in bed with his future wife, but also when he could spend the morning with his wife and baby, so it was almost impossible to drag Daniel out of bed till it was lunch time. And if Daniel slept in, that meant Jas would also sleep in, which meant that Maggie also slept in. Michael never woke them up, knowing perfectly fine he didn't want the Irish fury of not one but two women, so he never even tried.  

Almost never.  

All sleepy little Maggie knew was that Michael was right over her, that he smelled wonderful, and that his hair was all wet. All her silly little brain could remember was how good it was to feel his face between her legs and how much she loved to stroke his hair, especially when it was wet. She had no idea why, but she loved the sensation of the wet short strands against her skin, and Michael never asked for the reason, but he also never complained. That was probably the reason he didn't complain when Maggie grabbed his right hand and moved it to the elastic of her panties, letting the message be more than clear.  

And damn, how clear it was.  

There wasn't much to say because Michael didn't need instructions to know what Maggie wanted. And like every single second since day one, her wishes were his commands. Her panties and shirt were gone in a second, just like the sheet that was covering her body. In no time Michael was covering her body in kisses, moving down to lay down between her legs as he threw them both over his shoulders, making sure she was gonna stay there as much as he wanted. She wasn't planning to go anywhere for the rest of the morning, but she let him, too, focus in the way Michael was holding and kissing her thighs. And then she felt his tongue moving over her clit and she knew someone at the hotel was going to complain. There was no way nobody was going to say anything when she was a mess of moans as Michael ate her out, making sure she was an absolute mess with every single thing he did. And he was doing it on purpose; he was licking and sucking on her as one and then two moved slowly but precisely inside her, making her legs want to close out of pure instinct. She could feel Michael smiling against her as he asked to be a good girl and keep her legs wide open for him, even if he was doing the job himself. He also asked her to keep it quiet or they would get in real trouble, but there was no way that was going to happen. No when his fingers fucked her perfectly, touching every single spot that made her see the stars. No when he made her walls clench around his fingers until all she could see was white, and all she could say was his name enough times to let the whole hotel know it.  

But her favorite part wasn't the fact that Michael made her come with his mouth to wake her up; it was the fact that there was no way he would leave things like that. Michael always told her he didn't like to start something he couldn't finish, so it was never just eating her out and leaving. He would never leave without making his girl happy at least twice, so he helped Maggie take his own clothes off and went back to his favorite place to do one of their favorite things.  

Maybe was because she still was a sleepy mess, but somehow everything felt more intense. Michael slowly thrusting inside her made her moan so loud that he had to kiss her to keep the whole hotel from hearing. The way he moved so slowly it was nothing but torturous and wonderful as he covered her skin with kisses and praises, making Maggie scratch and hold on into his back harder than normal. She couldn't care less if the marks on his shoulders were going to be visible if he wore a tank top at the gym that day. She couldn't care if every single person in Miami saw it. She wanted everyone to know those marks had her name, just like the necklace around his neck. Clearly Michael was thinking the same as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside her, all while sucked the perfect spot that always made Maggie get goosebumps when he touched it. She had no idea if Michael was doing it to keep himself quiet or to mark her again as his, but she couldn't care less as long as he kept fucking her.  

That morning it took them more than the normal amount of time to get out of bed. Even for Michael it was hard to get out when they were a tired mess of tangled arms, legs and sheets. Maggie felt boneless to the point that not even Michael felt heavy over her. He felt like a big beautiful warm blanket as she hugged him as tightly as possible, not even bothered about the fact that Michael was still inside her. It was too good to be true, so Maggie decided to enjoy the calmness that Michael brought to her with his face hiding in her neck and his soft, sloppy kisses on her skin, but nothing good lasted forever.

While she was already with her eyes closed ready to call it a lazy day and spend the rest of her afternoon tracing patterns all over his back, Maggie felt Michael move and then she remembered who the man over her was. There was no such thing as a lazy day, especially when it was sunny and there was a beach nearby. Damn Australians.

When he finally got out and off her, it felt wrong. She wanted to keep hugging him, and finding excuses to cover his body in kisses, but Michael had to open his mouth to say a raspy 'C'mon baby, its late' that made Maggie almost get mad. Almost. It was almost 8; Daniel was even near to wake up and they were on his week off, so there was no hurry. That's why Maggie asked why they had to leave the bed when they were in their own happy little cloud of love and sex. Michael explained between kisses on her forehead that they had places to go so they couldn't stay in bed. Not losing her chance to change his mind, Maggie took the chance of positions as her chance to wrap her arms and legs around his body, knowing perfectly fine she didn't have much time before she made a mess all over the sheets. She purred in his neck how she wanted to stay there to thank him for the beautiful way he woke her up, then have him for breakfast, and then and just then have a real breakfast because she needed a coffee as big as Michael. But not even a pout while being completely naked helped, which started to become suspicious.

But not even her second offer of a second round was enough, being dismissed by a kiss and 'Take a shower if you want, I'm gonna pack your stuff meanwhile, because we're leaving' that left Maggie with her jaw hanging. She was waiting for the offer to join her. She was waiting for the joke of sharing the shower to save water, but none of it came. First she was kind of offended because he wasn't joining her in the shower, but then the 'packing your stuff' followed by the 'we're leaving' made Maggie forget about the shower offense. They were supposed to stay in Miami. Their plan was to stay in Miami and forget about races and all that while they were getting tanned on the beach. She even had plans to have a girls afternoon with Jas and Olivia the next day, so she didn't get what was happening.

Without complains, Maggie went to the bathroom and went on with her routine, but before she could hit the shower, she was back in the room, wrapped up in a robe asking what was wrong. She found Michael packing her stuff like he promised, and only when he heard the worry in her voice was when he looked up and left what he was doing to walk to her. Wrapping his arms around her body and covering her head in kisses, Michael promised that everything was perfectly fine. He promised he had a very cool surprise and that's where they were going as soon as she was ready. He promised he really wanted a long warm bath with her, so that was what they were doing as soon as they got to their destination.

With all those promises and without saying goodbye to anyone, not even an hour later, they were in a car on the way somewhere. But not even then Maggie knew where they were going. She tried to convince him to say something or to drop a small hint, but all Michael did time after time was smile and say she needed to wait. She tried to do it as they got in the car, while they were on the way and again at every single red light, but he was unbreakable. Michael kept smiling at her like it was the most normal thing in the world, while Maggie was thinking in options, but none of them were logical.

Then she recognized where they were going. The goddamn airport.

It took a threat of not having sex for six months to convince Michael to finally talk. Maybe it was the seriousness in her face that made the trick, but also maybe it was the 'If I spent six months of lockdown without your dick, I can do it again'. Whatever was the reason, Michael asked her to just go inside the airport to tell her and she couldn't help but agree and finally followed him. She had no idea why he was insisting so much on them being there to finally open his mouth, but then she understood that it was all so she wouldn't fall on her ass in the middle of the sidewalk.

All he did was to show her his phone to let Maggie know the destination, but when she did, she had to ask five times if he was kidding her. Insane, beautiful, wonderful and always perfect Michael was keeping his word, and after months of making that promise he was finally taking her to New York. He had everything planned; they were going to spend the week there and then fly on Sunday to be back in London on Monday, and it was going to be just them with no interruptions, work or babysitting duties. It was going to be just them because no matter how much they loved their family, Michael insisted they deserved some free time being just them. Maggie said it was insanity, not because she didn't love the idea but because the main reason she was traveling with them was to help Jas and Daniel with Olivia, but Michael insisted it was all fine. Everyone knew, and even Jas helped him make it happen, and as soon as Maggie found out she had no idea what to do except kiss the hell out of him, not really caring if they were in the middle of the airport.

Three hours. Three hours sharing kisses and strokes in a plane. Three hours were Maggie forgot how much she hated the take-out and the landing of the plane. Three hours smiling, joking, talking, and planning the next few days. Three hours of nothing but happiness and joy. If that wasn't enough, those three hours were followed by three days filled with concerts, Broadway shows, endless hours walking, nights and mornings all over each other in bed, visits to some of his favorite places mixed with the places Maggie always wanted to see, little coffee shops, cool pizza places, fancy restaurants secret bars and even one or two doubtful place to get something to eat.

It was three days of nothing but happiness going around the city hand in hand like they were just another couple visiting New York, but there was one little tiny detail who was keeping Maggie awake at night for the last couple of weeks.

To say it was keeping her awake was a very subtle way to say Maggie was starting to get worried. When they decided to take a break, they promised to take six months and then talk, but those six months had passed and gone and there was no sign of Michael wanting to talk about it. Her new therapist –one who told Maggie that it was perfectly fine to take some time off and then come back, and how they weren't the first couple to do it, and neither were they going to be the last– told her to not rush things. He told her that if they were in love then things were going to fall back into place. Maggie wanted to believe in that. She repeated that like a mantra every single day, but the worry was always there in the back of her head.

She knew Michael loved her. He kept telling her every single day. She knew for Jas how Michael kept telling her and Daniel how crazy in love he was with Maggie and how he was still head over heels for her. The boys kept making jokes how both the Australian were a bunch of suckers for both the Irish girls. She knew his answer was always a 'Have you seen her? How could I not love her?' when someone asked if he was still into her. Michael also showed her in every possible way that he loved her, and taking her on vacations and not moving away from each other was one of those demonstrations. Maggie didn't need any of that and Michael knew it, but he did it anyway. Besides, they were sleeping together for the whole week like any normal couple and Michael fucked her every night while repeating how much he loved her, so Maggie knew, but that terrible little part of her brain wouldn't shut up.

But even when she knew Michael loved her, Maggie didn't have the courage to face him and talk about it. She didn't have the courage to tell Michael she wanted to talk. She was too scared that her worst fears would become true and that Michael would tell her that he was fine with things the way they were, so she kept it quiet. Maggie was a bloody coward, so she decided to wait until she got the courage to do it or until Michael decided to do it first. 'Whichever happens first, but please let the second one happen first' was the constant thought in her head as she pretended it was all good.

Truth be told, Maggie was waiting for Michael to say something that week. She thought the week on their own was the excuse to finally be able to have some time alone and talk without interruptions, but it didn't happen. After throwing not-so-subtle hints that she missed him, she waited and waited and waited, but the subject was never over the table.

That was what kept Maggie awake that night. Normally she was too tired after a whole day of walking and a night of going out to have dinner, all to end up over –or under, or both, whichever happened first– Michael, but night, not even that could send her to sleep. She tried, and normally his skin against hers was the best sleeping pill in the world, but that night not even that worked.

Trying to not wake up Michael with all her tossing and turning, Maggie got out of bed, hoping that some fresh air would help her, but it didn't. She spent half an hour on one of the couches on the small terrace of the Airbnb they were staying on, just looking at the skyline in front of her. From that little place in Brooklyn, she could see the East River, the Williamsburg Bridge, and all of Manhattan shining brightly in the distance. She loved it. She loved every single thing about it. She loved it so much that she teared up the first night, not really believing how wonderful it was. She loved it, but she made sure to let Michael know it wasn't as cool as watching a beautiful sunset in Perth, because nothing was as amazing as that.

But it wasn't the same when Michael wasn't there to kiss her forehead and clean her tears. It wasn't the same if he wasn't there saying it was perfectly fine to cry to get it out of her body, and because of how breath-taking it was. And as if it was some sort of magic, she heard the door to the terrace moving, letting her know her plan of not waking him up failed miserably.

"What are you doing here? You should be sleeping, baby" Michael whispered, bringing Maggie back from whatever place she was at the moment and making her turn her head to look at him.

And damn, he was a dream come true. Even in the dim light she could see his tall, big frame wearing nothing but his boxers, and he was perfect. Every single part of him was perfect, from his broad shoulders to his big arms and his toned chest. He was an absolute dream, and there it was again, the urgency to jump in his arms and cover him in kisses for the rest of the night until they fell asleep. Or more like the rest of her life if that was possible, which sounded way better.

But she didn't move; instead, she just offered her hand for him to grab, even when he was a couple of steps away from him. "I know, but I woke up, I went to the bathroom and there's this view and I didn't want to waste it. Thought you wouldn't wake up for the next five minutes" she explained as she looked at Michael slowly walking towards her.

"Well, my girl wasn't in bed and I got scared for a minute. Maybe she ran away" he joked, finally grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. It was the perfect chance for her to bring up their joined hands to her lips and kiss his knuckles, something that they got so used to doing that it was practically their love language. "Damn, you're cold"

"You know I'm always cold" Maggie shrugged, but this time placing one last kiss on his wrist, right over the little heart tattoo that was always covered.

"Come here you little reptile" Michael stated, making Maggie move forward on the couch so he could sit behind her, placing his legs on both sides so she could rest her back on his chest and cuddle up against his body. "We don't need you to get sick"

Maggie couldn't help but smile as soon as she saw Michael getting comfortable there. She also couldn't help but get all comfy as soon as he placed his arms around her waist. She also couldn’t help but take a deep breath when his warm body made contact with hers, smiling at how wonderful it felt and how relaxing it was. She was convinced Michael was going to carry her back to bed, but the fact that he stayed there with her made her heart melt. "I won't. My coach makes me take all these vitamins and stuff so I don't get sick, so I'll be good. But you? At least I have a shirt on, but you're naked, grá. I don't complain but you'll get sick" she smiled, because she would never complain about Michael's almost naked body against hers, but the last thing she needed was him getting cold and sick thanks to a summer breeze.

"Your coach's a wise man. And I'm fine. I got my own personal Irish heat bag with me" he smiled against her neck, placing a small and soft kiss there.

But even when she was absolutely comfortable and didn't want to move, Maggie escaped from his arms, went running to the bedroom and went back in less than a second with a blanket in her hands. It was probably smarter to go back to bed than stay there, but the bedroom didn't have that room, so she rather spent a couple more of stolen minutes there, especially since Michael joined her. "There. No more cold. Fuck the river breeze" she affirmed as she sat down again between his legs, placing the blanket over their bodies and carefully over Michael's shoulders so he would be covered.

And suddenly that was one of those moments were time seemed to slow down and even stop. Her back was against his chest; his hands were resting over her stomach, face resting against hers; her left hand stroking his leg; and his right hand was on his face to stroke his cheek and jaw as he placed kisses between the palm of her hand, her wrist and her head. It was her own little personal heaven and Maggie didn't want to move from there, even if they had to go back to bed and reality at some point.

"Sometimes I really wish I could read minds" Michael murmured, squeezing her waist a little tighter as he kissed her temple. "I know you just a teeny tiny bit and I know there's something running wild in this pretty head of yours. That's why you're out here on your own and not in bed"

Of course he knew. Damn, of course he realized.

In that moment Maggie had two options; it was either admitting that she wanted them back or inventing a lie good enough to convince him everything was fine. The smartest choice was to say the truth, but Maggie never considered herself a smart woman, so she decided to lie.

"I think I'm a bit homesick" she whispered, resting her head on Michael's shoulder. "I miss my bed. I miss Elizabeth. I miss Belle. I miss my apartment, and I feel stupid for saying it. I shouldn't complain because I'm seeing the world with part of my family and know that's a privilege. I shouldn't complain when I see the rest of my family every couple weeks. I shouldn't complain when you and the boys miss your family like crazy and you get to see them a couple times a year, but here I am, being a noisy bitch"

She did miss her place, her family, her friends, her bed, her cat, her Vespa, and all her things, but more than anything she missed his place. She missed his bed, his basic beige couch, their lazy nights, the sleepy mornings, their giggles, the smell of his food, but adobe all, Maggie missed their life there. What they had at that moment was almost similar, and what they were doing in New York was almost like what they used to have; but she missed London. She missed London but not the city; she just missed her own version of London by his side. The London that wasn't as cloudy and gray as long as Michael was smiling at her. The London that was always beautiful and sunny and shiny, at least in their own little world. She missed all that, but lying was somehow easier.

"You're not a noise bitch, did you hear me?" he stated loud and clear in a serious tone that let Maggie know there was no joke on his words. "You can't compare, Mags. We do it because it's our job, but you're doing it out of love for your family. You could have stayed home and keep going with your life but you dropped everything for your family. That shows the kind of person that you are and you've no idea how much I love you for that. And whatever was the reason why you're doing it, that doesn't change the fact that you've all the right to miss your life and your family. You have the right to do it., sweetheart. Damn, I would be worried if you didn't" he finally finished, kissing her shoulder as Maggie felt a knot growing in her stomach.

She was a fucking coward.

But even if she hated being a coward, she couldn't show it. She couldn't ruin their night and their trip, so she put on a brave face, smiled, threw her head back as much as possible, and kissed his jaw a couple times. "When you're not worried, Mike?"

"About you? I'm all the damn time" Michael affirmed, this time taking his chance to kiss her forehead.

"Because this world it's too fucked up and I'm a pretty little unicorn too good and too pure?"

"That's a way of saying it, but yeah, basically yes" Michael nodded, moving from her forehead to place a kiss on the tip of her nose, making her smile and giggle like a little kid, even if just for a second. "But talking seriously, its normal to be homesick, baby"

"I know. I'm just- I'm kind of scared of not being able to do this for a long time. Like what if I can't handle being traveling for so long? Because I know what that would mean. We both know it" Maggie murmured, running her fingers through his short hair on the back of his head and looking back at the skyline in front of them.

She couldn't face Michael when those words were leaving her mouth. She couldn't do it when she was basically saying she was worried they wouldn't make it. Because if she couldn't handle the pressure and the distance before, why would she be able to do it in the future?

"Remember what we used to say?" Michael whispered in her ear, which made Maggie shiver and nod. "What was it?"

"You're mine and I'm yours"

There was no way she could forget that, no matter how much time passed. It was burned in her heart and her soul for forever, and she didn't want it to go away. She didn't want him to go away.

"So fuck the rest. That's not gonna change no matter where we're, doesn't matter if we travel together or not" he insisted, kissing the small spot right under her ear, sending shivers down her spine, taking her breath away, and the words out of her mouth. "My sweet little Margaret" he breathed, squeezing her waist once more. She loved it when Michael called her like that, so she couldn't help but smile to hear it.

"Normally that phrase comes with a 'What are we gonna do with you?', so I'm here waiting" she shrugged, making a silly voice when she asked the question that she heard too many times in school during the classes she didn't really care about.

"Oh, but I know perfectly fine what I'm gonna do with you. Cover you in kisses because that's exactly what you deserve" he joked, and keeping his word, he started to kiss her neck and shoulder and neck as he ticked her sides, making her giggle and grab his hands between hers so he would stop. "I have an idea, wanna FaceTime Liz? Maybe it helps you feel better" he asked between kisses.

He was definitely insane.

"What? We're not FaceTiming our cat, babe!" she exclaimed as she laced their fingers together under the blanket and rested their joined hands against her stomach once again. "You're a muppet, but thanks for trying"

"Yeah, but I'm your muppet, mo grá"

Maggie would lie if she said the way Michael said 'mo grá' didn't do something to her. Michael knew a couple of words in Irish, just like Maggie knew some Aussie slang, but he rarely used it. He always said Irish was her thing, but there he was, the beautiful bastard using them to make her smile and feel better. But the thing was that it was making something more than that, which was not really romantic. The way his sleepy low voice was saying it made her go nothing but insane.

"Look at him speaking Irish" she purred, squeezing his hands against hers with a big grin on her face, turning her face to kiss his jaw. Instead, she got a kiss from Michael, which was even better.

"You love it" he smiled between soft, sloppy kisses. "How's the arm, you crazy thing?"

"Good. Hurts a bit, but the normal. Worth the pain because I'm in love with it" Maggie smiled, thinking about the new ink decorating her skin.

What happened the previous afternoon was what they liked to call 'The tattoo incident part two', but this time it didn't include alcohol like the one on her birthday. This time didn't involve Michael getting a tattoo matching hers. This time it was just Maggie getting one to remember one of the best trips of her life, but the design of it was the fun part.

It started when they went to Central Park so Maggie could take something off her bucket list. It was as simple as going there and sitting in the grass barefoot, to do nothing. She wanted to lay down there even for five minutes and enjoy the sun on her face, but her brain had another idea. Ten minutes into it she really had to go and take her sketchbook out of her bag to draw. She needed to draw The Plaza and the buildings around it, even if she did it fast as hell so Michael wouldn't get bored. But Michael was far from bored; he was laying down, resting his head on her legs, and he insisted that Maggie could take all the time she wanted because it made him happy to see her happy and inspired. He insisted he loved to see her drawing and creating stuff, so it was more than okay.

After some minutes, Maggie had no idea if Michael had finally got bored or also inspired, but he grabbed one of her pens, and he suddenly started to draw too. The thing was, he didn't do it on a paper, but instead in the ink-free space between her wrist and the tarot card that was tattooed there. Maggie didn't pay much attention to what Michael was drawing, too focused with everything happening around them. That and the fact that Michael had the capacity of making her nervous and feeling butterflies in her stomach as the first day by just touching her arm. But when Michael announced that he was done was when Maggie was finally able to see her arm and she melted.

In the most carefully made and with some beautiful lines -because damn his artistic part and his years and engineer- there was the most adorable draws covering the small free space of her forearm. But what made Maggie melt and cover his face with kisses in the middle of Centra Park was his explanation for each one of his little draws. There was a sun so it would always keep her days bright, and warm, even in the middle of the cold, rainy Irish winter. A smiley face to make her smile every time she saw it. There was a Pluto symbol so she would always remember how he loved her to Pluto and back. There were some hearts, some stars and a moon too. But between all of them, her absolutely favorite one was the world 'Sweetheart' wrote down in the most adorable handwriting Michael could have ever done.

There was no way she would ever let that go away. There was no way she would let that disappear from her skin, so in no time she googled were there was the nearest tattoo shop, put her sneakers back on and dragged Michael by the hand around the Manhattan streets. Absolutely in vain Michael tried to convinced it was a silly idea. He said 'silly' but Maggie knew he thought it was more like stupid, but she couldn't care less. Maggie always said she loved to have the things she loved the most right there in her skin. She loved to have it as close as possible, and there was nothing as close as her body and her skin. That's why she had a tattoo for her parents, another for her grandparents, one with Lily, one with Jas, one made by Daniel himself in a stupid bet she lost against him -and how proud he was of tattooing that little 3 on her future sister-in-law-, and Olivia's name.

And there was Michael.

Michael, who basically owned her heart and her left her arm between The Lovers, the little birthday heart and now those adorable drawings. Michael, who was all over her forearm and goddamn, how much she loved to have him there with her. She was probably out of her mind, but she couldn't care less about it.

"You're kind of insane but I've to admit it looks good. Or maybe it's because everything good look on you"

"It does look good because the best artist in the world designed it for me. Besides looks who's talking about crazy, little heart hiding in your wrist" Maggie smiled, stealing another couple of kisses from him. If they were going to go back to their normal behavior of not being together as soon as they left New York and went back to Europe, then she was going to enjoy every single second and every single kiss she could steal.

"I heard that couples who get matching tattoos together stay together. Other way it would be a pain in the ass getting it covered or removed" he joked, and even in the darkness of the night she could see the little wrinkles in his eyes as he smiled at her, which only made her melt even more.

It also made her die to kiss him for the rest of the night, but insisted, she let go of his left hand and moved it from under the blanket to touch his cheek. Those were one of those little moments where she couldn't even believe Michael was real. She couldn't believe he was there with her. She couldn't believe that a man so wonderful was in love with her. But adobe all, she couldn't understand how he was still waiting for her. They were coming and going and they had so many ups and downs that any writer could write a trilogy out of their love story, but Michael was still holding up. He still believed they could do it. After three years he was still looking at her with nothing but adoration in his brown eyes and Maggie just couldn't believe it.

She didn't kiss him, too scared to look away. She was terrified of blinking and seeing him gone, even if she knew it wasn't gonna happen. Instead, Maggie stroked his face, letting his fingers run through his cheek. "I'm not planning to do neither of those. I love the little heart on my wrist. It's my little heart drawn by mo chroí"

"A heart for the beautiful woman who took mine. Seems logical" Michael shrugged, moving his face to kiss the palm of her hand and her fingers.

Cheesy bastard always knowing what to say to make her legs go weak.

"That was smooth! So cheesy and sappy but so smooth" she giggled, pinching his cheek and finally stealing another kiss. The good thing was that Michael was still there when it was over. He was still there when she opened her eyes. He was still there, holding her against his body. "You know, the other day I was thinking about that thing you said about all the things we never did as a couple. I guess we never were a very normal couple in that case" Maggie finally admitted, letting go of other of the things that were keeping her awake and that were running in her mind.

For the way Michael looked at her, she knew he was confused about why she brought that up. But then that look changed and he just got it. In three years, they spent uncountable hours on planes, visited dozens of countries, and slept more in hotels and Airbnbs than in their own beds, but they never got to travel alone. They never got to spend vacations as a real couple. They were living together before they even knew what they were and before she got to meet his family and the list went on and on and on. Somehow, they did everything the other way around and had skipped so many steps that it was crazy

"It's not our fault the fact that we spent part of our relationship locked down because of a pandemic"

"Yeah, I know. It's just- Damn, you have no idea how many things I wanted us to do" she finally breathed, resting her forehead against his jaw, closing her eyes, totally forgetting about the view in front of them no matter how much she loved it.

But Michael was having none of that. In a delicate maneuver, he grabbed Maggie and accommodated her on his lap so he could properly look at her face, all while his arms rounded her waist protectively as he spoke. "We can still do them. We'll do them. We're starting, right? This is technically our first little vacation together. I know a week in New York might not be much but it's been fun"

"Don't say that cause I love it. I love it in here. Everything about this trip has been just wonderful and that was all thanks to you" she affirmed as she placed hand of her hands on the side of his neck and the other on his bare chest. "It's been fun even if you had to sit through a bunch of Broadway shows to make me happy"

Because not only was Michael a saint who brought her to New York to make her dreams come true; he also took her to as many Broadway shows as she wanted. He told her to pick, he somehow managed to get last minute tickets, and then he sat right there besides her through it all. He said it was the perfect excuse to comfort her after when she was nothing but a mess of tears thanks to how emotional and happy she was when it was done. He joked, saying he went because Maggie would need a shoulder to cry on and a hand to squeeze, but he was there because it was one of her favorite things in the world. He was there just like when Maggie dragged him to museums because she was a little nerd who loved art. He was there because if it made her happy then it was an excuse enough to go.

"See? Our first trip together and it's been wonderful so far" Michael smiled as he covered her forehead with kisses that were like a healing for her messy head and beaten heart. "And I was counting on the Broadway shows when I thought about bringing you here. But I never said I didn't like it. Besides if sitting almost three hours on a theater room every night it's what it takes to see you smiling so big, then I'll gladly do it every single night. If you sit with me for ninety minutes to watch a Liverpool game then I'm happy to do this with you"

"You owe me a Liverpool shirt. And you promised to take me to the stadium one day" she remembered him with a little smirk on her face as she looked up at him.

And there it was, another little hint of her 'things we should do together in a future as a couple' that Maggie dropped because she was too scared to say the words.

What a fucking, terrible coward she was.

"And I will. One day I will take you there. And I haven't gotten you a shirt just yet because I love when you steal mines. But what about you thinking about all the things we never did together? I mentioned it weeks ago"

Well shit.

"I know it was weeks ago, but the other day I was reading this post that showed up out of nowhere in Buzzfeed about the most important 'first' in a relationship and I remembered what you told me" she lied, hiding her face on his check and resting her head on his shoulder. It wasn't an absolute lie. She saw the post on the internet, but that wasn't what made her think about it. She just never stopped thinking about it.

"What did the post say about those first?"

"I mean, it was a big list, but mostly normal stuff. First time saying I love you, first time staying at each other's place, meeting the families, doing each other's laundry, cooking, sharing a hangover, introducing each other as boyfriends and girlfriend, wearing each other's socks, first trip, first time burping in front of the other, blablabla" she listed, naming a couple of the items on the list, at least the couple she remembered on the long fifty-five points list.

"We did all that. Except stealing your socks because they're too small" he joked as he stroked her waist and her back. "I remember perfectly fine all those first times. Especially when you told me you loved me, when I met your parents, when you stayed for the first time at my place, but I think my favorite one was when you burped for the first time in front of me. I never loved you more than in that exact moment"

She couldn't help but slap his chest as soon as he started to laugh. Maggie had to admit it was her fault, but even mentioning it. She let her guard down for a damn second, and there he was, bringing it up. "Shut up!"

"Actually, nothing was as good as the first time you farted in front of me. But that day I knew our thing was real. My favorite part was you trying to act like nothing happened" Michael laughed, and Maggie just knew he was going to mention it. It was their secret, and Michael swore secrecy, but she was still ashamed about it.

"I'm sorry if I was trying to keep going while I was on my fours and you were fucking me!" she exclaimed as she hid her face even deeper in the croak of his neck, feeling her cheeks suddenly burning and turning a bright shade of red.

"Everything about it was just pure and true love, Mags" Michael insisted as he covered her head and forehead in kisses, trying really in vain to calm himself after all the laughs.

Maggie loved to hear him laugh. There was nothing more she loved than to hear his contagious laugh resounding in any room he was in, but in that second all she wanted was to hide under the blanket and kick his wonderful ass. "Ugh I hate you, just shut up for a bloody second"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't let it pass. But no joking, you know the first time I realized I was so crazy about you that I knew I wasn't going to get you out of my mind any time soon?"

That was the question that made Maggie finally get out of her favorite hiding place to make at Michael. The curiosity was too much to not do it, but she made sure to make a point before she let him explain. "If you say anything about farting or burping, I swear to God I won't touch your dick for a month"

"It's none of that" Michael smiled, kissing Maggie's index finger as she was using it to threaten him. "It was when I realized I couldn't forget your name and you know how terribly bad I am with names. Also when I asked Dan and Jas three hundred times about your family's names when I was gonna met them the first time. I told them it was all about being a good friend with Jas, and it was true, but it was because of you"

"You suck with names. You're good with everything except names" Maggie smiled, finally reaching out to touch his cheek. But then she realized the timing of when that happened, and her heart just melted once again. "We weren't together when you met them. That was way before we started seeing each other"

To say that was way before they started to say each other was an understatement. That was almost a year before. Maggie wasn't even there when Michael met Aoife and David met Michael for the first time. She wasn't there, but Aoife made sure to let Maggie and everyone know how charmed she was by the three Australian men. Aoife already loved Daniel by that time; she loved him since the day they all met him, and the same happened with Blake and Michael, even if Daniel insisted, he was the favorite of the three friends. It was in those little moments when Maggie remembered and realized for how long Michael liked her and how he was literally waiting for her since the beginning.

"I know. I just couldn't fuck it up in front of the girl I liked so much so I had to get it right, baby girl. And I still like you so damn much, Mags. I like you and I love you so much" he confessed, shrugging like it was no big deal when for Maggie was everything. It meant everything to hear those words coming from him after everything that had happened and was still happening.

"I love you too, sunshine. And I still really like you too" Maggie whispered, getting lost in the way his eyes were shining, but mostly in the way he was looking at her with nothing but adoration and love. "You should go back to bed, grá. It's really late and its way pass your bedtime, big boy"

"I'm fine. I'm in New York with my girl and there's this incredible view in front of us, so I can stay here for a few minutes more" Michael affirmed, kissing her forehead before he kept talking. "Five minutes and we go to bed. Besides, how long its been since we have been just you and me for more than half an hour?"

"Italy"

"Yeah, you were stuck with me there. It was the less romantic thing in the world"

It wasn't romantic at all to be locked down with Michael while he got in lockdown for having covid, but she wouldn't have change a thing. In fact, Maggie wouldn't have changed the decision she made when she stayed with him that week.

As soon as they found out Michael had covid she decided she was going to stay with him. Jas Blake tried to talk her out of it and even Daniel tried, but Maggie was nothing but a stubborn idiot, and it was way worse regarding Michael. The thing was, she didn't ask Michael for his opinion. She knew perfectly fine he would say no to her offer to stay with him making her company, so that's why she decided to make it a secret, at least for him.

That morning Maggie found out how easy was to get the key for a hotel room with a little lie and some words in Italian. She thanked all her lucky stars for how easy it was for her to learn some new language, at least not until that day. It took her some of her best Italian skill and some batting of her eyelashes to get the card to Michael's room, but she got it. She got it at 5am when she knew he would be sleeping and couldn't hold the door close so she wouldn't get it. She got it, and, in as much silence as possible, she got her bags there and went straight to bed, hugging his waist and kissing his back and shoulders as soon as she lay there. As soon as Michael woke up thanks to her body next to hers, he asked if he was having a fever dream, but Maggie affirmed that it was none of that. Then he murmured that she shouldn't be there, but with a little 'I know but I don't care. Now let me sleep' Maggie went back to sleep too, because it was 5am and she was tired as hell.

But even when Maggie had antibodies and even when she was vaccinated, Michael was trying to keep his distance, which was impossible. Maggie made so many times the 'And then there was just one bed' that it was ridiculous, but it was true, so he couldn't keep much distance when it came to going to bed. He couldn't, especially when there was Maggie, snuggling close to his body, looking for some warmth even in the damn Italian spring. He couldn't say no when she was all sleepy, waiting for her good night's kiss and moving to rest her head on his chest. He couldn't say no, especially when they had nothing else to do more than be around each other for seven days. In the end they got out of it victorious, with Maggie not getting it, and Michael recovered without any complications and that was all that they really cared about. In the end, it was a really ridiculous but fun story to tell.

"You made it the less romantic thing in the world! You were the one escaping from me" Maggie smiled, playing with his necklace and the ring hanging from it.

"Excuse me if I didn't want to kiss you so you wouldn't get sick. But I can kiss you now if you want"

There was no way she would say no to him and that proposal, so with her free hand she brought Michael closer and gave him a kiss as slow and loving as possible. She loved how his lips tasted, the way their tongues played together, how his stubble scratched her skin, and the way his hands held her tighter, grabbing handfuls of her shirt and moving her body closer to his, even if they were impossibly close. But adobe all, she loved to feel his smile against her lips so much. She loved to know he was happy with her because that was all she wanted.

"You can't lock me up with you and pretend me to not kiss you. How can I not snuggle the hell out of you, especially if you're under the water" she smiled back, kissing him once again. But then something changed. Suddenly Michael gave her one last kiss, and then kissed her forehead and there was no need to say anything for Maggie to know she had ruined it. His whole expression changed so she knew the moment was ruined. "What? What did I say? Did I fucked it up? Of course I fucked it up. I always do, goddamn" she breathed, letting her head fall into his shoulder again. She couldn't say a damn thing without ruining it, and she hated herself for that.

"No, baby, you did nothing wrong. I just-" he breathed, moving away to look at her face as he explained what was happening in his head. "I don't even wanna count how many times I couldn't be there for you when you needed me. I still think about your pretty face over FaceTime when you got covid and it still hurts. You were feeling like hell and Jas was telling me how you kept repeating that you just wanted me and how much you missed me and I could do nothing about it. Same when your ankle got hurt and again when your wrist. That shit still haunts me"

Maggie was expecting many things, but by far, the last one she imagined was that. It was very bad timing, and there was always something happening when she got hurt or sick and Michael couldn't be there. It was very good timing that she was available when something happened with Michael. It was no one's fault, and she thought it was more than clear. That was how things were in their relationship and it was fine. It was like an unspoken rule, so Maggie never said anything or blamed Michael. She never even thought about mentioning it. Things were like that and it was fine, or at least she thought it was fine.

"Babe, it is how it is. Your job is your job. Besides your job is to take care of the man my sister loves and that guy's also the father of our niece, so it's fine" Maggie insisted, holding his face between her hands. But even when Maggie said those words, she could see it was still bothering him. Heaven knew for how long it had been bothering him without saying a thing, but she couldn't blame Michael, not when she was the queen of bottling things up in her chest. "Hey, I promise it's okay, sunshine. This is how we met. I got myself into this crazy beautiful mess that we have knowing perfectly fine there was a big chance of having a bumpy ride and even with that I've never regret doing it. I fall in love with you knowing perfectly fine how things were, so I'd never blame you for not being around when you're busy. Besides you were always there for me. I know you were calling and texting Jas all the time to know how I was. You always do that when we're not together. I call that being there for me even in the distance, so I promise it's all good. She'll be apples, right?"

She has no idea which part of her speech was that made Michael kiss her, but when he did it, he took her breath away. This time it wasn't one of their all-smiles kisses; this time it was all about making a statement. This was away letting her know how he felt. Whatever it was to show Maggie that he loved her or to remind her of the same thing, she knew. The way his hands moved under her shirt to stroke her skin sent shivers and goosebumps all around her body. The way his lips moved against hers made Maggie turn into a breathless mess right there on his lap, and if he wanted to stay there five hours more instead of five minutes, she would have said yes without even thinking twice.

"Did I told you lately how much I love you?" Michael whispered after they broke the kiss, but he didn't move more than the necessary distance from her.

"While you fucked me when we got home from dinner and then like not even five minutes ago" Maggie giggled, remembering perfectly fine how much fun they had as soon as they reached the bedroom and imagining how the neighbors were going to complain about their activities.

For the way Michael smiled, he was thinking about the same thing. That was one of those nights that they took so much time worshipping each other's bodies that it felt like the night was gonna last for forever. It felt like they were going to stay there for eternity and Maggie wouldn't have complained if that was the actual case. "Well, I love you even more than when we were in bed. And even more than five minutes ago"

"And I love you to the moon and to Saturn" she replied as she moved her right hands from his cheek and moved it down to his chest to play with his necklace once again.

"That's a Taylor Swift lyric, isn't it?"

"You couldn't be happy with my love confession, right? You had to push it" she joked, leaving the ring to be able to slap his chest with the best fake annoyed face she could put on.

"C'mon, Swiftie, let's go to bed. It's really late" Michael laughed, tapping her waist and then taking the blanket off their bodies so Maggie would get up from his lap.

"Wait, hold on" Maggie stated, stopping Michael with both her hands on his chest so he wouldn't get up because suddenly she had a terrible idea. She had a terrible bad idea. "Fucking in a terrace while looking at Manhattan at 2am was in your list of things to do as a couple?"

She didn't need any lights to see his face lighting up. She didn't need any light to see the malicious smirk appearing on his handsome face. She didn't need to read minds to know he loved the idea. She didn't need any word of affirmation to know he was on board with it. She didn't need anything at all, just to feel the way his hand tightened its grip around her waist and her leg as he kissed her temple and whispered three magical words.

"Turn around, sweetheart"

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[anotherghoul666]

Okay fuck it why not

Ohmygod uh

OKAY SO ahem i hope this aint creepy or anything? Im so sorry bfhfbf

So the other day i was kinda daydreaming, right? And, i dont know why, but FUCK, my brain decided to summon you in my thoughts. And it all got heated up quickly. Like. Im short as fuck, you know? So first time we even saw each other I'd have to look up to see you in the eye, and that alone made me shiver. Then, mr brain skipped to the horny part already, cuz ofc im an impatient mf. So now you were showing me how to, fucking hell, how to kiss. Cuz yeah i havent even had my first kiss yet bxhxbhf. And shit i was so fucking nervous, in your lap, red as the fucking tomatoest tomato, shaking as the leafest of leaves. And you were so gentle, at first, guiding me, ordering me around a bit but not in a harsh way. Yet. Making me feel comfy with you and with myself.

And I'd ask you to bite me then. And fuck u did a fucking number on me, Hakku. Tattooed me all over. I teared up by the fucking bliss u put me in.

And then came, well, the spicier part, where you'd peg the fuck outta me, slow and deep, hitting the ends of me with every rolling and snappin of ur hips.

And id prolly woulda cum like 5 times already at least.

And when we were done, we cuddled and i got to kiss your freckled arms :)

Not anon cuz IM NOT AFRAID HUAHAUAHHAHA evil laugh (m shaking omfg bye imma havebreakfast omff)

Arson, Arson, Arson. You come in my asks with this much thirst. Off of anon. For everyone to see. When I know you. And I know some weaknesses of yours. And yet you offer yourself so willingly for me to flay you publically. I hope you recover one day from the fire in your cheeks, my sweet little arsonist.

Just the thought that I have weaved myself in your day to day thoughts, so much so you daydream about me. In your normal life, when logged off from tumblr. You got it bad uh? Someone's got a crush. How cute ;) It's too bad being cute will only get you so far with someone like me.

I would be so nice to you, indeed, at first. You got me down pat for this part. I'd give you space. I'd let you experiment with that you want. Kiss what you want. Touch what you want. Experience things at your pace, for now. Because I find your inexperience, combined with your sheer eagerness and unbridled thirst, to be an extremely cute combo. I would do everything in my power to make you comfortable, to normalize feelings, to hold space for your nerves. Maybe kiss the jitters out of you a bit. There would be no wrong answer, no wrong way to do this. You're just, learning.

But then, if you want some pain? Oh now you're playing with fire like the real arsonist you are. Brigning out my inner sadist on a first encounter? You love to live dangerously. I would bite you to tears alright. Can't let you leave a first experience without having something, or many, many things, bruises in this case, to remember it by. With you sat on my lap like you described, I'd use your hair to hold your face in the angle I want. I'd make you look me in the eyes with those gorgeous brown eyes of yours, forbidden to break eye contact and ask for me to hurt you. Asking might be the hardest things for you right? To say all these things you want out loud. Writing it is one thing. Saying all of this out loud is another. I'd read inside your soul through those deep rich pools in your eyes and pull out your darkest secrets, and make you say them out loud for me. Only when you'll have said them would I do anything. Bite you. Pull your hair. Whatever you want. You're gonna have to say it for me and that is unavoidable.

You know I have a thing for tears too, don't you? When a cute little subs cry, it makes me feral. Tears only make me deeply desire to generate more. If you start to cry, all I'll want will be to make you cry some more. I'll kiss your tears and taste their salt with the most predatory grin you'll have ever seen, and bite you some more to make you tear up again. Just you wait.

Now, in terms of pegging. First of all, you know I'd have been packing heat for you this whole time. You'll have had the visual reminder of what I'm gonna do to you, and how big I'm gonna be for you, this whole time, sitting on my lap on what I'm strapping. Second, you know exactly which dick I'd be wearing for you, because were just talking about this. I'll go easy on you with the more beginner one, but you know you won't avoid my knot. It will take the time it'll take, I'll reduce you to a dissolved mess of mushed brains and shaly legs and exhaustion, but you will take it for me. Because you're good, and you know I don't take no for an answer. There's only one way out of this, I've taught you about it, and if you don't say the word? You'll take the knot at some point.

I will 1000% aftercare the shit out of you after we're done. Cuddles, head pats, praise, a good debriefing so we can share about the experience, fluffy blankets, chocolate or your preffered snack, a warm shower, and lots of sleep. I'd take good care of you.

#asks #AnotherGhoul's confessional booth #I got consent for all this guys it's good with Arson #But also dear if you want me to take it down you let me know and I will