#i’ve been ignoring my assignments ew

[cupcakeslushie]

What condition does donnie have in EW?

Schizophrenia?

Well, it’s a mix of PTSD from his childhood trauma, and hallucinations from being slightly exposed to Empyrean. So, while it’s all partly a cause based off fantasy, I do try and do my research to keep it in the realm of something concrete. Donnie has audio/visual hallucinations, depersonalization/dissociation, memory blanks, etc…. Pile that all, on top of his genius brain fighting a chaotic, disorganized mind that’s constantly in fight or flight mode.

I’ve had a few people say they recognize certain aspects of themselves in my Donnie, and so I think it’s less about assigning a specific name to what Donnie has, and more about the story of how he and the people that love him, help him in figuring out how to live a good life, while handling all the trauma he’s been through!

I’m right there with you, and that’s probably one of those things I gave all the boys to some extent, because damn, if that wasn’t me when I was younger 😅. I’ve since moved on to using less harmful means of stress relief, but it remains something that I just instantly read as an anxious habit lol—it’s just the levels and ways each of the boys exhibit it that vary.

Leo is the one more likely to pick and scratch to harm, because unfortunately, he does his as a type of holdover, self-flagellating from even the tiniest of mistakes. Mikey gets distracted with thinking up ideas, and bites his nails, sometimes a little too deeply. To the point where he’s drawing blood—it also sucks because he loves painting his nails. Raph will chew on his palms and knuckles from anxiety, but his skin is so tough, that he rarely does actual damage. Donnie will pick and scratch at everything—his hands, his arms, his face—especially when he hits a frustrating road-block. It won’t even register that he’s broken skin—his pain tolerance is so fucked up.

Donnie’s worst near death experience was, of course, the vivisection. He didn’t follow any after-care instructions, and infection very nearly killed him. Most of the other stuff was, of course, physically and mentally scarring, but not life-threatening. Thanks to being spaced out, with time for recovery, where Draxum just flat out ignored Three’s existence. As far as testing his endurance in the sleep department. Draxum made Three create a smaller, more refined version of the collars he made for Big Mama. When Draxum was tired of dealing with Three, but still feeling slightly generous, he’d force him to wear the device, rather than just chaining him up to the table. The watch would track Three’s heart rate and keep his path confined to set rooms only. Any time the watch detected Three was falling asleep, or outside of his approved perimeter, it would, you guessed it—shock him!

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #tmnt #tmnt fanart #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ask slushie #separated au #rottmnt separated au #Empyrean Weeping Au #ew au #my art #rise Leo #rise mikey #rise raph #rise draxum #tw self harm #tw skin picking #tw electrocution

[georgiapeach30513]

You Were the One, Part 1

Summary: Court doesn’t want to listen, and Lloyd is all too ready to have you transferred.

Pairings: Court Gentry X Reader

Rating: mildly explicit

Warnings:  language, fingering in public, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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Natasha stands in the doorway of your office, watching your fingers angrily type out a slew of codes. Knowing that she’s behind you with her arrogant smirk, but you don’t want to talk about it. She clears her throat a second, but still you continue on your mission. Just because they’re back doesn’t mean your job is over.

She inhales quickly, faking a cough before you spin around to look at her. Eyebrows furrowed, and your head wiggles around, wanting to know what she wants. “You’ve been in here too long, come spar with me.”

“Don’t need to Romanoff.”

She clicks her tongue, and walks over beside you, “That shit hurt, you never call me that.”

“What do you want?”

“I figured since I brought your fiancé back in one piece, you’d want to see him. Or are you going to play this, passive aggressive, ignoring him, until you forget about what happen?”

“He took his earpiece out again.”

Walking over to grab the other chair, she sits in front of you holding your hands, “Court did fine before you came on. He never had an earpiece in.”

“How am I supposed to…I’m doing my job. He’s acting like what I’m doing is irrational. Disconnecting from my system,” you swirl your hands around at all the computers and Nat shrugs. Dropping your hand she leans back.

“The new guy calls it your honey pot.”

“Ew, I don’t like the way that sounds.”

“Why are you so hellbent on being in Court’s ear the whole time?”

Your eyes drift down to your engagement ring, and you give it a swirl around you finger. Looking up through your lashes at Nat, “I love him. I want to make sure he comes home safe. I’m not emotional on coms. I’m helpful. I know my job, and I do it. He’s the one not following orders.”

“Natasha, you care to give me and my fiancé a moment, please,” you look up at Court, and like always, he’s vacant. Unreadable. Natasha mouths out sorry, before standing up, walking to the door, she whispers something to Court before walking out, leaving Court to take her spot.

You don’t allow him to say anything before you’re taking note of all his new wounds, a large one on his face already cleaned and bandaged. Reaching for his hand, but he moves your hand to cup his cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispers out. That boyish grin reminding you of why you fell in love in the first place.

“For what?”

“Ripping my earpiece out and ignoring you.”

“Are you though?” his face tilts to the side giving him a bit of a puppy dog look, but you’re not falling for it. “I was letting you know how many men were after you.”

“And I was trying to tell you that I didn’t need to know. I was fine before they assigned you to me,” your face falls, and he sees your eyes go glossy, “I didn’t mean, Angel,” you scoff at him for using that nickname. “I didn’t mean that the way it came out.”

“You do realize before I was assigned to you, because Court Genry doesn’t like having a team, that’s how we met? That’s how we crossed paths. I am there to make sure you’re one step ahead.”

“And you’re doing fantastic, it’s just distracting. I’ve got gut instinct,” rolling your eyes, you go to stand, but he grabs your wrist, making you look down at him, “If you promise to not be so talkative on coms, I promise to keep my piece in.”

“Really? That’s what you think this is all about?”

“I need you to trust me.”

“And I need you to listen.”

He juts out his lip, pulling you to settle on his lap, before he’s caressing your face, his lips ghosting every inch of you from the neck up, “I do listen. I don’t want this to be a fight after every mission. We’re both learning.”

“I know. But I want to know you’re okay.”

His hand slides up your thigh. Cupping your mound, he begins to slowly palm you over your jeans.

“I am. I came home to you, just like I told you I would,” nipping at your jawline, he turns your face to fully look at him. “I love you, and I know what I do can be unpredictable, but I want this to work.”

“Me, too,” you pant pulling him closer. Your eyes look over his face, with a bite to your lip, stifling the whimper that dares to echo off of you.

Court comes closer, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, “When we get home, I better hear you really sing for me.”

“Court,” you look back towards the door, pulling him into you. Your lips slot into his, not wasting the time to taste him, your tongue breeches through his lips, and the two of you moan into the other.

Feeling more bold, his hand travels to your waistband, undoing your button and zipper quickly, before sinking in. Moving aside your panties, he pushes two fingers into you. A shallowed, “I missed you,” spoken into your mouth. With a little nibble to his lip, he moans on you. Lost within each other, without a care in the world.

“So this is what the honey pot looks like close up,” you push Court away from you, staring up at the new guy. His eyes roam around your computer screens, never giving the two of you attention. “Oh, don’t mind me. But I wonder, is that behavior regulation for a return from a mission. If so, I would love to have you in my ear honey.”

He looks back at you with a smirk. Holding out his hand for Court to shake, but his eyes drifting down to Court’s hand still inside of you. “Oh, never mind. I’m Lloyd by the way. Lloyd Hansen.”

“I’m aware,” Court grunts. Embarrassed at where his hand is, but also wanting to remove it. You just can’t look at anyone. Looking at anything, but the new man in your space, “Do you mind?”

“Oh sorry,” he turns back to the monitors, and with a roll of Court’s eyes he removes his hand, leaving you to yip at the loss of him. “You keep wipes in here? I’m sure it would be best for you just to wash your hand though. I’m no expert, but I’m sure having an affair with…”

“She’s my fiancé,” he looks around fruitlessly, and you shake your head, because there isn’t anything for him to clean his hands. Lifting you up off of him, he stalks out of your office. Leaving you to awkwardly fix yourself back up and still he stands there.

“He always get a welcome home like that?”

“It was a rough mission.”

“I heard, something about Court doesn’t know how to listen,” he shrugs before sitting down in the opposite chair. “I would ask you to join me, but somehow I think that’s a terrible idea.”

“Can I help you?”

“Yeah, you’ve been assigned to team up with me on location in France.”

“Absolutely not,” Lloyd’s eyesight never leaves yours as Court walks back in. “She doesn’t do field work. She stays here.”

Hissing like a cat, he gives you a mischievous grin, “He always tell you what to do? Anyways, it was just assigned. It seems that her working in the honey pot has had its curve balls. Apparently there’s someone out in the field who doesn’t seem to think this is necessary, and since I don’t have someone,” his arms hold out wide, finally looking up at him. “I would be so appreciative of this service.”

“She can work remotely. She doesn’t need to be on location.”

“She does. They also said it might be nice for her to get some field work, so she understands why it can be dangerous if someone is ‘over talking’ in their ear. Those words didn’t come from them. It was in a formal complaint or something.”

You gawk over at Court, he is the only one that has a problem with you being in on coms. “Really?”

“I said she wasn’t going on location,” Court’s gray blue eyes glare at Lloyd. The two of them in the most pathetic battle of testosterone.

“You’re not my boss, Court,” he spins to look at you confused. “If you deem me as unnecessary to your operations, it only makes sense to assign me to another agent,” he gives you a single nod, starting to turn to leave, but you grab his hand.

“Lloyd, do you mind giving us a minute?”

“Yeah, just stay out of chairs,” he gives you an arrogant smile, before leaving.

“I don’t want you assigned to him,” you press a finger up against his lips, shushing him. It’s now his turn to listen.

“Since you feel I’m unnecessary for your team, this makes since. We won’t be fighting after a mission. This is what you set it motion by complaining to Fitzroy. You did this. And maybe this is what we need. Some space between us, so we’re not annoyed at each other, okay?”

“I don’t trust him.”

Leaning on your tippy toes, you give him a quick kiss, smoothing over his hair when you lean down, “Then trust me. Isn’t that what you always tell me? Trust me.”

“Fine, I’ll trust you, if you listen to me. He’s a cocky little asshole, and he’s been eyeing you since he started working in our division. Be careful. And stay away from the fight.”

“Why? You scared I’m gonna get hurt or not come home?” he gives you a grimace, “it doesn’t feel good does it Six?”

“Why you little,” he playfully grunts, picking you up around your ass to have your legs draped around him, “You only call me that on missions.”

“I’m not in your ear anymore, Court.”

“I messed up, didn’t I?” nodding your head, you move to rest on his shoulder, “Well, if this doesn’t work out, I can try to listen to you.”

“If you wanna get married, you better learn.”

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#you were the one #court gentry #court gentry x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #the gray man fanfiction

[girl8890]

Project Partners | CH 5

Pairing: Loner!Jungkook x Popular!Reader

Summary: Jungkook has always been a loner. Only having one friend that barely even lets him get a word out. College should be flying by with the type of life he’s living. But every time he sees one girl, in particular, it seems like time slows down. Now that a group project has been assigned, and no one is allowed to pick their partners. What will Jungkook do now that he has to work closely with the girl he’s madly in love with for the next three months?

Warnings: anxiety, class project (ew), first kiss, first hand job, first blow job (for five seconds), cumming in readers mouth, lots of pining, suggestive flirting, just in case you forgot: jk loves reader hard

A/n: hey… um… I know it’s been like a year since I updated this story, and I originally said this story was discontinued, but after reading over this story again I’ve decided to bring it back! Yay! Last year I went through a really bad funk, and stopped writing a lot of projects I was in love with, including this one. I also got a hate comment about this story before it even came out, so that didn’t help my mental health or keep me inspired about writing… BUT I’m okay now, and have been so inspired to write lately. I hope you enjoy this part even though it’s very late! 💜

BTS ML | Index | CH 6

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Jungkook didn’t know what to wear. What do you wear to meet up with the girl you’re madly in love with, anyway? He met up with you once, he should be able to meet up with you again just fine!

But this was somehow different. You asked him to go to your room after flirting with him! Both of you… alone, again… in your room! You said it was for the project, but Jungkook’s fuzzy brain is saying it’s not just for the project. What if you want to-

He shakes his head, not allowing stupid horny thoughts to cloud his mind right now. Other then you finding him intriguing - whatever the fuck that means - he doesn’t understand how this is happening to him. For one, Jungkook is not intriguing. Other then his smarts in the arts, he’s got nothing. The only good thing about his life was when he snuck glances at you.

Not in a creepy way. More like a, you don’t know he’s staring and you’re just so beautiful he can’t not look at you, way. Okay… maybe a creepy way, but give him a break! He’s in love. In love with the popular, beautiful, sweet, Y/n L/n.

Huhhh… he’s going to suck at this.

Jungkook holds the shirt he picked up from his bed about five times now, and threw it at the bed again. Looking down at the pile of clothing on his bed, he huffs out a breathe, frustrated with himself. If he can’t even pick out an outfit, then how is he going to get through a date with you?!

He decided once he got back from the little coffee meet up you two had, that he was going to change his outfit. The tight blue tank top and short shorts you were wearing did not pair well with his overly baggy red gamer shirt and black sweatpants. A stupid thing for him to wear out in the first place!

Yup! He’s hopeless. Jungkook spins around, and falls back on his bed onto the pile of clothing. He presses the balls of his hands onto his closed eyes, wanting to cry about how overwhelming this all is.

Just when Jungkook is about to chicken out, texting you that he can’t meet with you today because he suddenly became sick only a few hours after seeing and being just fine, Ryan barges through the door. He looks at his helpless friend, then rolls his eyes.

“Seriously! This again, dude! How many times are you going to get depressed about meeting with her? I thought love made sunny days every day or some bullshit thing like that.”

Jungkook takes his hands off of his face, and instead uses them to support his weight as he sits up in the bed.

“I don’t know what to wear!” Jungkook shouts, ignoring everything his friend and roommate just said to him.

“Ugh!” Ryan complains as he jumps onto the bed, not wanting to deal with his shy bean of a friend. “Dude, just wear black.”

Jungkook raises a confused eyebrow at him. He asks in a small voice, “Black?”

“Yes, black. Girls dig a guy in black. Don’t understand it myself, but something about a guy looking like he’s secretly a vampire is hot to girls.”

Jungkook blinks at few times at Ryan, then stands up from his bed to turn and look at his clothing again. He digs around the clothing pile, and finds a few black things he hasn’t worn in while. Although black is his favorite color, last time he went through a faze of just wearing black the school called him into the office to ask if he was suicidal.

Yeah… that went as well as you think.

After putting the clothing on and adjusting himself in the mirror, he turns around to see Ryan is already staring at him. Pushing that aside, he gestures to his outfit. “Well!”

It’s a plain black shirt paired with a black leather jacket on top that has three colorful buttons on the chest pocket. He’s also sporting a pair of black jeans, and black boots. Basically, Jungkook is putting all the goths in this school to shame with his look… and Ryan likes it.

Ryan coughs into his fist, shuffles in his seat because he’s not used to his friend actually looking attractive. Sure, Jungkook has a hot face, but the way he presents himself and the overly baggy clothing he usually wears doesn’t let the world see how good looking he truly is.

“Ugh… you look good, I guess? Is that normal to say to a friend?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at Ryan, not caring for his weirdness at the moment.

He looks back at himself in the mirrors, trying and failing not to clutch at the ends of his jacket cuffs. He’s nervous beyond belief to meet with you. Jungkook’s honestly believe he always will be, but again: this is only for the project.

The amount of times he told himself made it less believable every time. Your conversation from the coffee meet up still swirling around in his head, and the amount of times he almost told you his feelings to your face not failing to dawn on him.

How can someone be so nervous, but at the same time comfortably with someone at the same time? It makes no sense, but yet that’s how Jungkook has been with you lately. He just needs to pull that comfortability to the forefront of his brain right now. That’s how he truly thinks this will go well. 

That’s why after a few more looks into the mirror, and combing his hair to the side so it’s parted to own side for the second time, he grabs onto his cell phone, and project supplies and then leaves the room.

Keeping his head up high as he leaves his dorm to head to yours.

———

Jungkook gets to your dorm door, and guess what happens? Not him knocking on the door, that’s for sure!

He went to knock, then stopped himself. A minute later he went to knock again, then stopped again. Feeling like a bigger idiot each time he stops his hand from rapping on the only piece of wood that’s separating himself from you. Just when he’s about to knock on the door again, his phone dings in his pocket.

He cringes at the loud bird chirp that comes from his phone, praying you didn’t hear it through the door since his volume was on the highest setting it could be. But since the universe fucking hates him, you did hear it.

“Jungkook, is that you?” You just texted him no more then five seconds ago wondering if he was on his way, then heard a phone ding from the other side of your door. You open the door, and see a highly embarrassed Jungkook standing there, phone in hand now.

“Ugh… Hi, Y/n! Just got your text!” He waves his phone, showing your name and last text light up on the screen. You try your very hardest not to crack a smile at how adorable he is.

“We’re you just standing out here, or did you just arrive?” You ask with a knowing and joking smirk on your face.

Jungkook’s eyes widen, realizing he may have just gotten caught at being the most weirdest person in the universe for not knocking on your door when he first arrived. “N-no! I just got here, seriously.”

Yeah, the seriously does nothing for him. Lucky for Jungkook, though, you find everything about him adorable. Even when he is to shy to answer the door. You’re not sure when it happened, maybe the first day you worked on the project and he offered you his shoulder to cry on, but you kinda have a little crush on the loner of your school.

It’s just then when you were about to gesture for him to come in, that you take in his outfit. You’ll be the first to admit that you love a guy in all black especially if that outfit actually has style to it. Jungkook is wearing everything your brain would usually pounce on in movies. Making you and your friend drool at the character, but right now Jungkook is that character come to life.

Jungkook realizes you’re just now noticing his outfit, and because he’s him and thinks you somehow find it bad, he falsely explains, “I-I thought I would try something… new?”

You look back up at Jungkook, completing your fill of his outfit for the moment, and smirk. Tonight, is going to be so fun!

“You’re really hot, Kookie.”

His eyes widen at your sudden compliment, and he feels the tips of his ears redden from the way your eyes roam his body one more time. He never, ever thought he would live to see the day that you - out of all fricken people - thought he was hot. No one finds him hot. Not even himself!

Jungkook’s jaw is slack, and he doesn’t know what to say since your words are playing on repeat in his head. You giggle at his reaction, feeling your own blush start to come on, but you breathe through it. You then gesture inside you room, move to the side a little, and say to him, “Come on in.”

———

Five minutes. Jungkook had five minutes of actually working on this project with you before his mind went to woozy town.

You were wearing the same outfit as before, so once you got comfortable on the floor, changing positions and making your breasts squish onto the paper you were both working on, his eyes zeroed in on them. Every time he had the strength to look away, a pencil or something would roll towards you and he was forced to look back at them. To look back at you, and all your sexy glory.

You’re distracted with the project right now, so would it be really bad just to look for a few seconds? No, Jungkook, that’s not right. But… you’re just so beautiful… it will only be a peak. Jungkook swallows down the lump in his throat, and he feels his eyes twitch as he looks back at you, his conscious of how this isn’t a good idea fading into the background as he takes you in.

You’re in full concentration of the project right now, holding a yellow pencil between your teeth as you think. Your lips have always captivated Jungkook, to the point he would stay up at night thinking about how soft that would feel against his own. He let his eyes roam a little lower, to your neck that has the smallest smudge of blue paint on it. He wonders how that blue paint got there, from you pairing in class or do you have a secret painting in your room somewhere?

The slim part of your neck extends as you turn your head to the side to look at the project with a better angle, and he wonders if you would do the same if he kisses you there. If your skin was slaty like most fan fictions describe, or as sweet as your personality. His tongue rolls in his mouth, wanting to jut out and lick you, just thinking about your taste.

Then his eyes get back to what made him admire you in this moment again. Your two breasts being squished on top of the drawing paper the both of you are using for the project. He feels a ting of jealousy for the piece of paper.

You look up from your drawing when Jungkook doesn’t answer your question that involved the project. You realize very quickly that your question fell of deaf ears, and that something was distracting Jungkook. Two things, to be specific.

You raise a pointed eyebrow at him, and feel heat hit your face. You’ve been admired like this before, you just didn’t expect mr nervous to do the same. You snap your fingers in front of his face, making him have to shake his head out of his horny trance. Jungkook’s eyes are blown out wide, and his face becomes redder then a tomato when he realizes you just got caught him staring at your body.

Jungkook sits up suddenly, making all the pencils around him fly in different directions by his fast movements. He backs up to the end of the side of your bed, and feels like his heart is about to give out. He can’t believe what he just did. He can’t believe what he just got caught doing. He’s never been this reckless around you, but now you’ve caught him in the act.

“I-I-I’m so sorry, Y/n. I - Jesus, I…” Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. But, he also doesn’t know why you’re not yelling at him to get out of your room. To leave your room and never speak to him again because you don’t want to be near someone as perverted as him.

The bubble of anxiety that hasn’t been around since this morning is starting to fizzle across his skin. His hands shaking, and the sweater paws he creates that usually calm him are not helping. He’s looking all around your room, frantic to find a point in your room to look at and calm his rapid beating heart. 

Before his anxiety takes over completely, leaving him in a even more embarrassing predicament when he will barely be able to stand when you kick him out of your room, he hears your sweet little giggle fill his ears. He finally looks over at you, seeing you hold your hand over your mouth as you try to calm your laughter.

Jungkook doesn’t understand why your laughing. How is this funny at all? The guy your supposed to be working on a project with, and maybe even close enough to say your friend, was just ogling at your boobs!

“Kookie, it’s okay. Stop freaking out.”

His eyes continue to stay wide, and he feels one of them twitch. “I-it’s okay?”

You nod your head, plastering another smirk on your face while you look at Jungkook calm down from his little freak out. You point a pink manicured finger at Jungkook, “You, my friend, are to cute!”

He hears you giggle again, and then you start to crawl over to Jungkook, and through his anxiety filled brain for a smidgen of a second he compares this moment to one of his nightly imaginations. Imaginations that are always filled with you, and his face in a pillow while he moans into it.

His face gets redder at the thought alone, and he clenches his jaw to stop the thought in its tracks. Once your right in front of Jungkook, you sit up on your knees, making you look taller then him because he’s in such a cuddled up position. Your smirk deflates when you see he’s still shaking, and instead you show him one of your sweet smiles, trying to calm his nerves you even say, “I’m not mad, Kookie.”

Jungkook breathes out a sigh of relief, but that’s doesn’t answer his question of why you suddenly decided to crawl so closely to him or why your not mad, even. He drags his legs up to his chest, cuddling them to his chest with his arms as he tries to be even smaller then he was before.

“Your not?” You shake your head, and he nods his head - anxiety fading away. “T-that’s good, but… um… y/-“

With a singular hand placed on his knee, Jungkook cuts himself off. Anything he was planning to say was wiped clean from his mind once your hand touches him. The heat radiating off your skin and somehow making his entire body shake with it. Jungkook untightens himself, letting go of his legs, but not removing them from his chest.

You’ve touched him before - his hand mostly - but the place your hand is touching now is so intimate. Especially when you rub the bone of his knee with your thumb through his jeans that have suddenly become very tight in certain places.

“Do you like me, Kookie?”

…

Somehow, not needing an ambulance, Jungkook has a heart attack. Well… not really, but it feels like he’s about to by the way he’s sweating profusely. Out of all the questions in the world you could ask him in that moment, why that one?! Not: why were you staring? Or, are you a freak?

Yes, he likes you! Fuck, he fucking loves you! But why ask now? Why ask after he just utterly embarrassed himself and ogled at you like a creep.

“I’m sorry… w-what?” He must not have heard you right. His anxiety has probably just fogged up his brain, and now his mind is making up silly things.

But it wasn’t in his head. You then slowly push his legs wide apart, and Jungkook is frozen to let you do it. You scoot yourself in between his spread legs, fluttering your eyelashes up at him like the minx that you are.

“I said, do you like me?”

Okay, so you did actually say those words. Jungkook swallows even though his mouth is dryer then a desert, and clenches his fingernails into his hands. Not only did you clarify your personal question, but you’re sitting in between his legs - closer to him now then you ever have before.

All Jungkook needs to do is reach out and he’ll be touching you, your that close. But besides that, even if he doesn’t answer your question, all it will take is for you to look down to know your answer.

Realizing this, Jungkook places his hands on top of his embarrassing erection, and then opens and closes his mouth like a cod fish. Still run speechless.

“Because… if you do like me…” You run your hands down both his legs. “Then I would say the feelings are mutual.” Jungkook swallows, ears burning and brain all over the place. “And I would even… give you a little treat if you answer honestly.”

Your hands stop when there right on the outer edges of his crotch. The tips of your fingers touching his hands that are covering his erection that you clearly saw before.

Jungkook blinks… processes everything… then says, whole heartedly, “I do, Y/n.”

No stutter. No crack in his voice. He says those three words likes he’s breathing out air. There’s a lot about you he doesn’t understand, and one of those things is how in such moments as these he feels like he needs to always tell you the truth. You’re always truthfully to him, so he shouldn’t lie to you anyway, especially after you admitted to something he only ever heard in his wildest of dreams…

You said you liked him.

Even before the concept of a treat came up, he highlighted those words of yours. He must be dreaming. He has to be dreaming. But he’s not, and your bright smile proves that.

“Good,” You whisper in between the two of you.

Then you steal his first kiss.

The first few seconds of it, Jungkook doesn’t react. His mind still floating to Mars and back from you saying you like him. Him unable to wrap his brain around how or why you do, but still feeling gitty about it.

Once his mind has settled a bit, he gasps into your mouth. He finally gets back into his body, the trip to Mars his brain just went on being cut short once he realized your lips were on his. You giggle against his lips, but you don’t pull back from him.

Jungkook is not only inexperienced with kissing, but the fact that his first kiss is with you has him shaking. Then again… you seem to be doing that a lot to him today.

You move your lips against his when you realize he wasn’t going to, and your happy to take the lead, anyway. To many guys thinking just sticking their tongue down your throat is the way to do it makes you a hundred percent okay with taking the lead. You move your lips in such a way, that Jungkook starts to follow you. Wet noises are heard in your quiet room ever time both your lips reattach.

Just like Jungkook predicted, your lips are feather soft. The taste of your cherry lipstick smoothing over his taste buds, and the way your move your lips as his brain short circuiting. If he wasn’t in love with before, he definitely is now. He never tasted something so sweet before, and the love he’s trying to pour back to you is small but will always be there.

If a kiss could blind a soul, then Jungkook is blind to everything but you.

After five minutes of kissing - and heavy breathing from Jungkook - you remove your lips from his. Jungkook is in awe of you. He must be on drugs because suddenly he swears there’s sparkles surrounding your frame. That may just be his happiness clouding his eyes, but either way he’s over the moon.

Not only do you like him, but you just kissed him! You made out with him. Sealing the deal on his heart belonging to you for eternity.

“Y/n- that-… wow,” He’s speechless. How could he not be? He still feels your lips against his own like a ghost, and he moves on hand to touch his lips. When he looks down at his fingers, he sees your light pink lipstick on the tips of his fingers. Your lipstick staining his lips from the intense make out session that’s just happened, and he hopes it never rubs off.

“Wow, indeed,” You say. “But I didn’t give you your treat yet.”

Jungkook raises a pointed eyebrow at you, not understanding-

With one movement of your hand, Jungkook is grunting against closed teeth when your hand smooths over his bulge through his pants. His neglected length getting harder as you two were making out, and Jungkook completely forgetting about it since all of his senses were only directed at you.

He must have slacked his hands off of his lap at some point during the make out session, because now when he looks down through his slowly closing lashes he only sees your hand rubbing at him through his jeans.

You giggle at his hearty reaction, and lean in to kiss his cheek. “Someone get excited quickly.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush, and his nails rip at the floorboards. Yes, he’s excited! The girl of his dreams is touching him, and not only that’s, he’s a fucking virgin! Any touch from your brings on oversensitivity, so for to touch him there it’s like a super nova has just went off in his body.

He feels like he should tell you the truth. That’s a an inexperienced virgin, and maybe going this far with him right now isn’t a good idea. He should tell you he’s not as experienced as you may think a guy his age should be, but before Jungkook could utter a word to you you’re unbuttoning his pants and smashing your lips back together with his.

Jungkook wants to faint and howl to the night skies all at the same time. This is his deepest wet dream come true, but he still thinks he should-

“Huh!!!”

The second your dainty hand wraps around him, Jungkook is completely done for. He doesn’t cum, but he’s damn well close already. He’s moaning, grunting, and almost fricken crying by the way you’re touching him. It’s literally only been thirty seconds, but those few pumps you have gave to his cock have him melting.

You detach your lips from his at the same time your thumb rubs at his swollen head. Jungkook’s nails dig into the floorboards even harder, and he’s trying his best not to shut his eyes as the pleasure you’re giving him takes over is every body cell.

You lick your lips, glancing at his cock in your hand, “Does that feel good, Kookie?”

“Y/n, oh shit, y/n~” Your name falls from his lips like it has all the times he’s done this to himself. But your words just prove he’s not alone, and he’s not dreaming this up. “Fuck~”

You bite your lip, loving how wild your project partner is - not to mention vocal. You wonder how he would react if you go down on him, and there’s nothing stopping from asking.

“Would you be like it more if I put my mouth on you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and the highest pitched moan leaves him mouth. His cock jumps in your hand, and you take that as a whopping yes!

You lean your head down, readying yourself to take him. “W-wait… y/n I’m-“ He cut off when your mouth surrounds him with one gulp, bobbing up and down once and then twice… and then you’re getting a mouthful of cum and a ear full of moans.

Jungkook’s entire body vibrates as he cums. Your hands had him close already, so once your mouth touched him he knew it would come within a matter of seconds. Three euphoric, amazing, blissed out seconds of your mouth surrounding him. Seeing you bob your head, even if it was only three times, will forever be stained in his mind. No doubt he will be seeing that picture of you in his head for many days to come.

He doesn’t even have the access to feel embarrassed about cumming so fast because he’s so fucked out. He’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly with each heave, and he feels continuing jolts of pleasure coarse down his body. Your mouth is still on him, swallowing up ever spurt, and that knowledge alone has him spurting another few times. Your wet mouth consuming him fully, and he still can’t believe how good you feel.

No… he knew you would feel good. Everything about you is already perfect, so of course you were good with this too. Even if he only got to experience this all for a solid minute, he’s smiling at the fact that he did. That he experienced this with you, and how even the deepest part of himself knows he will remember this moment forever. Even if you were to kick him out right now, and run back to your ex, Jungkook would remember this day as the best day of his life.

You slowly remove your mouth from his slowly declining length, and then wipe your mouth. You look up to see Jungkook with the cutest smile on his face, and it is quite adorable, although you feel he forgot to mention one tiny detail about himself before you decided to run him stupid.

You say his name to get his attention, and Jungkook hums back in content - staring at you like you hold the universe in his hands.

“Are you a virgin?”

And… Jungkook is back to freaking out.

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CH 6

#shy jungkook #jungkook #jk #jungkook bts #bts #jk bts #project partners #project partners chapter 5 #chapter 5 #virgin jungkook #loner jungkook #romance #popular reader #jungkook x reader #loner!jungkook x popular!reader #virgin!jungkook x confident!reader #jungkook smut

[thedragonboi]

I am simultaneously in an ADHD-Autism alliance and an ADHD-Autism rivalry and I’ve never been more hyperaware of someone’s autism because I don’t want to just interpret their behaviours as “ew, annoying” and make them suffer further social isolation because of something out of their control. But at the same time, unlike my other autistic friends who understand I’m also neurodivergent just in a different way, he refuses to understand or be lenient with my neurodivergent behaviours.

No matter what I do or how I try to explain it to them, they keep ignoring/not understanding me. And I know autism makes social cues harder to understand but please this man is 23 and I’ve explained my boundaries and outlooks and ADHD behaviours non stop for MONTHS and I’m so close to killing him because he doesn’t understand and instead of taking that at face value and leaving me alone to avoid conflict he fucking keeps INSTIGATING.

I make a repetitive sound to keep myself focused and grounded? “Stop doing that”. Ok I’ll stop for a little while, maybe sensory issues. I’m loosing focus in class but conflict avoided. I go sit further away to do it again next class and try and focus. He moves to sit near me. “Stop that”. Huh???? You purposely sat next to the adhd student who ground’s themselves by making repetitive noises. I just move back to my original seat cause I can see better. If it’s genuinely that bad please wear your earbuds, I know you have them I’ve seen you wearing them.

Study session. I’m fiddling with the notebook while I wait for him to answer the exam question. “Stop that”. Ok, I’ll fiddle with the pen to focus instead. “Stop that”. Jesus fucking Christ what AM I allowed to do to keep myself grounded and focused??? Go study with someone else at this point.

Jesus fucking Christ this cretin refuses to give me peace.

He followed me on my walk home once.

No, not once a couple times. But I just remember the last time really vividly because he kept bringing up movies who’s subject matter I don’t like interacting with (I forget the movie titles but he said they’re about war and genocide and historical events where people were subjugated and abused by colonialism). I kept trying to change the subject to movies that I enjoyed but he kept FUCKING PUTTING ME DOWN CAUSE THEYRE NOT THE MATURE ADULT SAD EMOTION MEDIA.

FUCK YOU. I was walking home by myself, 2 minutes away from school. He sees me minding my business and comes up to me. Weird but ok, probably doesn’t understand the social boundary. Forgivable if uncomfortable. He brings up a subject matter I’m sensitive about. I try and change the conversation politely because, again, probably just doesn’t understand the social cues I’m trying to send. He REFUSES to let me change the subject matter and then you’re fucking SHOCKED when I get upset????

While that’s just one incident he does other things which just feel extremely mean spirited? Maybe they’re not but I genuinely don’t know how to get him to shut up about it.

Lately I’ve been doing this thing where I reward myself for small accomplishments by giving myself affirmations. It’s been great for my mental health so far. Just calling myself smart or cool whenever I get a question right in class or a good assignment/test score. I’ve been consistently getting good grades (I never used to before) so I’ve been saying/giving myself positive affirmations a lot more than usual. But he’s taken offence to it or something?????

Whenever I try and answer a question in class and I get it wrong he fucking pipes up and goes “not so smart are you?” so smugly. Genuinely actually shut the fuck up before I commit bodily harm against you. And so far I’ve been trying to rationalise his behaviour as not understanding social cues but this kind of behaviour is genuinely unacceptable. Like it’s one thing to not understand boundaries but it’s another to butt in the middle of class and call someone not smart.

But like…sometimes when people or even the fucking teacher pipes up and goes “hey maybe don’t do that” he responds with “sorry, autism, don’t really understand social cues” and like…no one in class is a psychiatrist so we can’t comment on it but I want so badly to just yell at him that there’s a point where your behaviour isn’t exclusively the autism and that you’re a 23 year old adult who is ultimately responsible for your own actions.

I think my experiences and friendships with other autistic people just makes it more obvious to me that his actions aren’t sourced from autism but don’t think I have it in me to just internalise and admit to myself that I’ve been dealing with my boundaries and feelings constantly being ignored while he insists we’re friends.

There’s a point where the amount of times he says we’re friends after crossing a boundary feels like gaslighting. Doing something a friend shouldn’t do, or at least apologise for if they do, and then immediately saying “it’s ok, because we’re friends” and I just sit there in silence to keep the peace. Gaslighting probably isn’t the right word but idk any other description for this behaviour

#autism #adhd #mental health #venting #school #gaslighting????? #cw gaslighting #neurodivergent #long post

[luisaspov]

Vent

Growing up I never felt accepted. I envied people who looked similar to how they were when they were younger because I look like a completely different person (I hit my nose when I was 10 on the shallow end of the pool the swollen cartilage looks really bad and I have an ugly nose yay and boy have I paid the price for it!) I remember being 9 years old and I already started to notice how people just did not want to be around me and that followed me in life even today. Little by little that feeling of being constantly excluded at every school makes you feel extremely unlikeable. It makes you feel like there’s something wrong with you.

It may sound stupid to some people, but I just for once want a really good friend who randomly says, “ let’s take a pic together” and genuinely cares about me. I feel angry that I never got that. Don’t I deserve it too? It’s sad when you treat people right you’re supportive, kind, reliable and what do you get in return? In my experience they leave for someone else and completely drop you. I’ve had a lot of ‘friends’ they just all turned out to be toxic always present with back handed comments and sarcasm disguised as rudeness. Not to brag, but all my friendship issues have been because I’ve been let down never the other way around.

I just want someone reliable and sweet that doesn’t just ditch me for someone else…

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when you’ve been made to feel ugly for a long period of time by guys from NUMEROUS schools saying ew to sitting next to you in assigned seating and vomiting noises made as you walk. Being laughed at whenever you put your hand up or read aloud. Of course it will have an effect on you it would be quite ignorant to believe it wouldn’t or that “it wasn’t that bad” when something that bad goes on for YEARS with people not even wanting to be near you or talk to you makes you feel extremely insecure and unless you’ve gone through something like that you wouldn’t have any idea what it’s like. It’s gotten bad now I can’t even go to public settings in my uni because I don’t want to be seen by anyone. The three years homeschooling with ONLY one friend before the pandemic did not help. Agoraphobia much?

#sad thoughts #vent post #vent blog #personal vent #my journal #my story #girl blogging #agoraphobia #anxiety #being judged #excluded #no one likes me

[satanlickmydickpls]

David is Gross: A GwenVid fanfic

Gwen slowly crawled through the window, dropping onto the carpeted floor with a soft thump. David’s apartment was quiet, save for the sound of the buildings central air conditioner. She scoped out where she was in the apartment. From the looks of it, she was in the family room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, the front door in between the two rooms. There was a hallway on the other side of the two rooms, which led to the bedroom and bathroom. Gwen had only been here once, when she was invited over for a project that they were assigned to.

She slowly padded her way to his bedroom, the door opening with a loud squeak. David turned in his sleep, now facing her. She held her breath, only releasing it as David’s breathing returned to normal.

This was morally wrong. She was David’s best friend, he trusted her with everything. A mistake on his part, Gwen reminded herself. David was nothing more than a plaything this whole time, just there until Gwen decided that she couldn’t starve herself anymore.

Or, the more likely option, she would be forced to.

Gwen appreciated David’s friendship more than she was willing to admit. She would gladly steal from hospitals or mortuaries (even though that blood was a bit stale) just to avoid hurting David. She tried, so, so hard to not have feelings but, goddammit, she just couldn’t help it. He was just too sweet.

So when one of the higher-ups told her she needed to finish the ritual to become an ‘official’ vampire, she turned to the only person whose house she was allowed into.

She was starting to regret her decision to not make friends.

Gwen stood over David, staring down at his sleeping form. “Okay, Gwen,” She whispered to herself. “Just bite him. Simple enough.”

She leaned over him, baring her fangs. Just a little bit closer…

She bit down, ignoring her heart telling her to stop. At the first drink-

She pulled away and spit out the blood, “God fuck-!”

David woke up. “Gwen?”

Gwen looked over at David, feeling the blood- his blood dripping down her chin. The thought of explaining the whole situation to him was forgotten in the thoughts of EW GROSS GOD DISGUSTING EW EW EW. “David, your blood is fucking disgusting. It tastes like bottom shelf liquor.”

David looked baffled. He had reason to- Gwen was there, fangs out, blood down her chin, saying how his blood tasted like shit. Not a normal sight to see at two in the morning. “I’m anemic.”

“Okay, can we, like, fix that? That shit’s gross, and it’s fucking running through your veins? Disgusting. I’m calling a doctor first thing in the morning, okay?” Gwen tried to spit out the taste of David’s blood.

David finally spoke up. “You- you tried to suck my blood? Like a vampire?”

Gwen finally got over her shock at David’s gross blood. “Yes… I am a vampire. But it’s fine! I’m still the same person I was before I found out that you taste like rubbing alcohol!”

“You tried to suck my blood!” He screeched.

Gwen flinched. “Well, yeah, but it’s not like I wanted to!”

“What do you mean, ‘it’s not like I wanted to’?” David asked, still staying as far away from Gwen as he could.

“Some higher-ups said I needed to actually feed off of someone to ‘officially’ become a vampire, which is fuckin’ stupid, they bit me, I’m a vampire whether they like it or not, what’re they gonna do, turn me back into a human?” Gwen ranted.

“You act like you haven’t been a vampire very long,” David pointed out.

“Well, yeah, I’ve only been one for, what? A year?” Gwen scoffed. “I’m not that old.”

David’s hand went to where Gwen bit him. He suddenly paled. “Does that mean I’m a vampire too?”

Gwen moved to sit next to David (who scooted away). “Naw, I can’t do that yet. I guess it’s one of the things that don’t come with the free trial.”

David visibly relaxed a bit at the knowledge that he still had his mortality. “Okay…”

Gwen pulled out her phone, checking the time. 3:30 a.m. “Okay, I guess I’ll go. Enjoy the next three hours of sleep. I’ll see you at class tomorrow.” She stood up to leave.

“No, Gwen, wait,” David said, scrambling out of bed. She turned to look at him, finally taking in his green councilor shirt and pine print boxers. “I’m awake now, why don’t I make you some tea and we can talk about this more?”

Gwen relaxed a little. “Alright. But first, what vitamins are you taking? I need to know that you’re getting enough iron. And do you take vitamin D supplements? ‘Cos clearly the sun isn’t working out for you.”

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Gwen had soon moved into David’s apartment, turning from a best friend to a doting girlfriend in a matter of weeks. Neither had mentioned the attempted blood-sucking from that night, although Gwen had repeatedly come home at some god-awful (for David) time of night, grumbling about how she can’t un-become a vampire.

“Did you take your meds?” Gwen groaned as she rolled over in bed. David had long since woken up and was trying to get Gwen up for their night classes.

“Do you always get this involved in your meals?” David joked, knowing well that Gwen was on a heavy diet of donated and dead people blood.

She turned to glare at David. “Don’t forget your Folic Acid,” She muttered before turning back over.

“I was thinking of getting, like, a king-size chocolate bar-“ David mused.

That got Gwen up fast. “No! You know full well that that much chocolate is not good, especially with your medication!”

David grinned. “Gotcha. Now get dressed, I don’t want to be late.”

Gwen groaned, throwing the covers off of her and shuffling to the bathroom, grabbing a shirt and shorts on her way.

It’s not that she hated school. Truth is, she enjoyed it. But her and David’s sleep schedules were so different. She often tried to stay up during the day for David, and the other way around, but God, it was hard. David oftentimes only lasted until midnight, falling asleep on her shoulder as they watched a movie. Gwen tried to stay up during the day, failing and falling asleep at the table with her head in her cereal (she hated being awake during the day, especially since she was always tired.) Both of them understood the other’s sleeping patterns, finding a nice middle time to hang out during classes and a few hours after.

By the time Gwen was dressed and ready to go out, David had finished a snack of what appeared to be apples and peanut butter. Gwen nodded at his choice of sustenance.

“Oh, Gwen!” David smiled at his sleepy partner in the doorway. The smile made Gwen’s stomach tie itself into knots, despite the fact that they were together. “I was doing some research, and did you know that coconut water has been used during emergency blood transfusions since it has similar properties?”

“Excuse me?” Gwen raised an eyebrow, going to the cabinet for the cereal.

David placed his dished in the sink. “Coconut water can be used as bloo-“

“Yes, David, I heard you, but why is this relevant to absolutely anything?” She pulled out her box of Cap’n Crunch.

“It could be a good substitute for blood! Y’know, without the stealing and the… What were you complaining about the other day? The aftertaste?”

Gwen nodded, grabbing a handful of cereal from straight out the box. “While, yes, dead people blood is terrible, and neither of us are comfortable with hospital blood, are you sure this is a good idea? What if it goes, like, horribly, horribly awry and I end up with more of a craving?”

David patted her shoulder. “It’s okay, Gwen. I have a small bottle of coconut water in the fridge, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll go back to our normal routine. Heck, I’ll even drive you to the local blood bank, okay?”

Gwen sighed before nodding, closing the box of cereal and placing it on the counter. “Fine. Fine! But just ‘cos you’re cute.”

David smiled, giving her a kiss and a hug.

—

“Psst, Davey,” Gwen whispered as she shook her boyfriend awake at two in the morning.

“Wh… Gwen?” He asked sleepily. “What is it?”

“I got you something,” She replied, clicking on the lamp as David got up. He rubbed his eyes as Gwen pulled out a book and handed it to him.

He stared at it. “This is a cookbook,” He said. Gwen nodded vigorously. “That is titled, How To Taste Delicious.” Cue more of Gwen nodding. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to eat me?”

Gwen nodded again. “I, personally, am not going to eat you, but it still has foods that with make you, like, super healthy. After all, no one likes the taste of high or low blood sugar.”

David stared blankly at her for a minute before setting the book down and resting his head in his hands. “Gwen-“

“Yes?”

“I-“ He started, before closing his mouth. This went on for a bit. “Good grief, Gwen.”

Gwen stared intensely at him. “Do you like it?”

“I appreciate the thought behind it, Gwendolyn Mendoza, but it is a pretty sucky gift,” Gwen wilted a little. “But I will still try some of the health tips in here, simply because I love you and I appreciate you looking out for me.”

Gwen still looked upset. “Sorry I gave you a sucky gift, David. It’s just that you got that gross, unhealthy, under-oxidized blood going through you, and if I can’t handle it- and seriously, I drink the stale blood of dead people- then how can you?”

David yawned, scooting over in bed. “C’mere,” He said, laying back down and making grabby motions with his hands. Gwen simply sighed, removed her shoes, and laid next to him, letting him wrap his arms around her waist. “Gwen, it’s fine. I had a doctor’s appointment the other day, remember? You scheduled it? The doctor said that I’m doing better. You’re doing great at helping me, Gwen, and I appreciate it so so much. It’s not a sucky gift, it’s you being a good girlfriend and trying to help me and I appreciate the heck out of it.”

Gwen smiled. “Thanks, David.”

He kissed her temple. “Of course. Now let me sleep, my gross, unhealthy, under-oxidized blood makes me tired.”

~fin~

A/N- Dude, I have legit no idea why I did this aside from “I was scrolling Bing Images and I saw a Tumblr text post and omg this is so GwenVid it hurts” If anyone can tell me who came up with this idea please tell me so I can credit them for this. I also incorporated ANOTHER Tumblr idea, which is where the vegan vampire thing came from. Yay Tumblr!

Also, light research into anemia went into this, so I *mildly* know what I’m talking about. But if I messed anything up, please do inform me though. I like to keep my stories as accurate as possible.

I might write a whole fan fiction on anemic David/vampire Gwen because I enjoyed writing this. Please leave comments and kudos, and they make me very happy and happy writer=more stories (although, y’all will get more stories regardless lol)

#gwenvid #ccgwenvid #ccgwen #ccdavid #au #but not cliche

[suddencolds]

I don’t go here, but I really like how you’ve written Diluc and Kaeya, so: lost voice for the bingo?

Thank you so much for the request!! Also, thank you for reading despite not knowing the fandom, I’m really happy you enjoyed nonetheless! <3 I hope this is okay!

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Familiarity | Genshin Impact

Kaeya loses his voice, and Diluc is more considerate than expected. | prompt fill for [this]!

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Diluc, despite himself, knows Kaeya’s order.

It’s not that he’s paid attention—just that Kaeya’s presence in the tavern isn’t exactly easy to miss, whether he’s here drinking with the knights or striking up a conversation with the regulars. Diluc knows his order, but he also never makes it in advance; it’s always been easier not to acknowledge that he’s become something of a constant in Diluc’s life again—predictable, and consistent to the point that it’s almost cruel.

Kaeya’s here alone tonight, seated at the counter, strangely quiet. Some of the knights are drinking at one of the tables in the back, talking loudly enough to suggest they’re well past drunk. Kaeya doesn’t join them. Diluc busies himself with polishing the glasses they leave behind, finds himself pleasantly undistracted, and relishes the silence for the first hour and a half.

It’s only when the last of the Knights stands up to leave that he starts to think something might be wrong.

Kaeya still hasn’t ordered, and he hasn’t said so much as a goodbye to the knights, which implies that he’s here for some other reason—a loaded conversation with Diluc, maybe, or a proposition for the Darknight Hero’s involvement in some new ploy, neither of which Diluc wants to be discussing right now.

“That seat is for patrons only,” he says.

Kaeya’s eyes snap to his. He smirks. “Oh? Protective about the seating arrangements, are we?” “If you’re not here to drink,” Diluc says, “I’m sure you can find a better place to spend the night.”

“Fine, fine,” Kaeya says lightly. “One Death After Noon, please.”

He’s speaking more quietly than usual. There’s a dullness to his eyes, too, when Diluc looks back at him, blinking.

It’s… frustrating, to say the least. Kaeya is never entirely straightforward—he’s never as honest as he had been when they were both children, but he must be here for a reason, and he isn’t doing either of them any favors by not speaking up about it.

“What do you want from me?”

“Oh? What makes you think I want something from you?”

“You didn’t order anything until I asked,” Diluc says.

Kaeya smiles cryptically, resting his chin on one hand. “Maybe I just came here to unwind.”

“Nonsense. You haven’t spoken to anyone all night.”

“So you’ve been watching me?”

Diluc scoffs. “You are usually the most talkative customer here. I would have to have been exceptionally unobservant to not have noticed your silence.”

It’s not a secret that Kaeya isn’t here to see him. He’s here because it’s one of two taverns in Mondstadt, and because moreover, it’s a more popular spot for the Knights than the Cat’s Tail is, for days when he’s here more for conversation than for the drinks. Even when he’s here for strategic reasons, though—on nights when he’s enticing whoever he’s with to drink just enough to loosen their tongue—he always orders something for himself.

Tonight is an anomaly. But Kaeya doesn’t offer an explanation for it, and Diluc has never been one to press, so he occupies himself with procuring a bottle of white wine from the upper shelf.

Behind him, Kaeya coughs, but the sound is a little muffled. Diluc turns, instinctively, half expecting that Kaeya’s trying to direct his attention to something.

But Kaeya merely raises an eyebrow.  “Does my presence bother you so much?”

“No,” Diluc says. “If you are waiting for someone to show up...”

“I’m not.”

Diluc goes back to pretending that a drink he can make in his sleep is taking up all of his attention. Behind him, Kaeya sniffles—quietly enough that it almost goes unnoticed, except for the fact that the tavern’s empty except for the two of them, so late at night on a weekday.

At first, Diluc thinks—hopes—that he’s misheard. But then Kaeya sniffles again, loud enough to be confirmation, and then the silence suspends itself for a soft intake of breath.

Diluc thinks that if he grips the wine glass in his hands any tighter, it’s going to fracture. Is Kaeya… crying?

What could possibly warrant a reaction like this? Why here, of all places—so openly in front of Diluc, who he’s not supposed to trust? But before he can think more about it, there’s another sharp, desperate breath behind him, followed by—

“hihH’DXxt!” A pause, and then another gasp. Diluc whirls around, surprised, just in time to see Kaeya’s eyes flutter shut, as he pitches forward with none of his usual grace, roughly enough to jostle the cups on the countertop.

“hIH’ISCHHh-uu!”

It sounds rough, and... miserable, really, like it’s somehow both desperately necessary and barely relieving.

This is certainly… unexpected.

“...Bless you,” Diluc says hesitantly, if only to break the silence. Kaeya looks up at him, blinking distractedly.

“Thanks. You’ll have to excuse me,” he says—quieter than usual again, except now Diluc realizes it’s probably more out of necessity than anything—Kaeya’s voice is nearly shot, now that he’s paying attention.

Diluc turns back around—mercifully, perhaps—and tries to pay attention to the precise ratio of dandelion wine to white wine in the glass he’s holding.

It’s not long before Kaeya’s breath is hitching again.

“Hh… - hIiH! hHh - hH’ESHhh’uu!”

It’s so desperate and vocal. Kaeya lets out an exhausted sigh, reaching across the table to grab a handful of napkins. If he’s been doing this all day, it’s no wonder that he’s lost his voice.

“Are you getting sick?” Diluc says, though he suspects he knows the answer.

Kaeya laughs. “Why? Are you worried?”

“Only deciding whether I’ll have to wipe down the tables when you leave,” Diluc answers.

“Don’t worry. I assure you, you won’t catch this.”

“You are not doing a good job of convincing me of that.”

Kaeya hums, slumping further in his seat. He’s moved so that his chin’s resting on his hand again, but now it looks like less of a casual gesture. He just looks tired.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.”

It’s barely even a retort. Diluc stares at the half-finished drink in front of him. Then he pushes the cup aside so that it rests on the other side of the countertop, leaving the space in front of him clear. “You shouldn’t be drinking like this.”

Kaeya watches him warily, suppressing a shiver. “Thought the wine would warm me up.”

“You’re cold,” Diluc realizes.

By the way Kaeya’s eyebrows furrow in response, Diluc can tell he hadn’t meant to admit it so plainly. “I didn’t say that.”

Diluc ignores him again in favor of swiping a mug from the cupboards. Kaeya sniffles, sinking lower in his seat to rest his head on his forearms. Has he been so tired all afternoon? Diluc hadn’t expected that he’d do something like this—just sit here quietly all afternoon, waiting for someone to notice. Diluc can count the number of times Kaeya’s fallen ill on two hands, with room to spare. Back when they’d been close he’d sought Diluc’s presence whenever he fell ill, but it’s been years since then, and Kaeya is exceptionally popular—Diluc is sure anyone in Mondstadt would be happy to keep him company. This isn’t the same.  

Kaeya’s eyes are lightly shut when Diluc sets the mug in front of him finally, still steaming. Diluc considers tapping him on the shoulder—or checking his forehead, or something—and then decides against it. “Apple cider,” he says, instead. “Don’t burn yourself, it’s hot.”

Kaeya opens his eyes, sits up. Diluc pushes the mug towards him, and his fingers curl around the sides. He shivers again, lifts the mug with both hands, and takes a tentative sip.

“Adelinde says it’s good for your throat,” Diluc says, unsure of what else to add. “Or… it’s what she always tells me, in the winter.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Kaeya murmurs. He coughs into a fist, his shoulders trembling with the effort. “It’s good. Was I asleep long?

“The tavern closes in twenty.”

“Is that so?” He sniffles, his eyes watering as he sets the mug down hurriedly, ducking into his elbow. “Hh— hIIH’ESCHhuu! hH!… snf, sorry to keep you, then.”

He says it without a trace of sarcasm, which feels… unfitting, if anything. Whatever Kaeya does, he does it unapologetically.

Diluc regards him for a moment. “It’s my shift. I’d be here anyway.”

“You’d be closing up if not for me,” Kaeya says, which isn’t untrue. “I’ve been here long enough.”

The why goes unaddressed. Diluc isn’t sure why Kaeya’s here—Kaeya is unpredictable, but he’s also deliberate. Diluc doesn’t believe he’d be here for no reason—the tavern is warm enough, and crowded enough in the evenings to be pleasantly distracting, but that’s about where the benefits end. Kaeya—where’s he’s hunched over the counter, exhausted and shivering—looks like he’d be more comfortable anywhere else.

“Are the Knights aware that they’re assigning you too much work?”

Kaeya averts his glance. “It’s nothing like that.”

“When is the last time you’ve slept?”

This time, he smiles, raising an eyebrow. “Concerned?”

It’s an accusation that Diluc would normally dispute. Now, he settles for crossing his arms. “You’re exhausted.”

“I don’t see why that’s relevant... hh — hH-ESHhh-uu! We’ve had more domains than ever to cover, is all. Nothing out of the ordinary, but you’ll understand why I couldn’t... ” Kaeya stifles a yawn which he half-hides, embarrassed, behind one hand. “I couldn’t afford to take time off even if I wanted to…” His eyelashes flutter shut, his shoulders tensing up in trepidation as he gasps, jerking forward. “Hh! hiIIH... hiih... hh—IIISHHh’uu! hiihh’iIhTSSHHew!”

Sheepishly, Kaeya lifts the drink to his face, carefully enough that Diluc almost misses the wince when he swallows. Almost. His throat must be sore sore; it explains why he hasn’t been talking much.

“If Jean had a good look at you, I’m sure she’d send you home,” Diluc says. The look on Kaeya’s face, in response to that, is telling enough. “You’ve been avoiding her, then.”

“Jean has enough on her plate already.”

“So you have no reservations about lying to the Acting Grandmaster.”

Kaeya shrugs. “I didn’t lie to her. I simply neglected to inform her that I was unwell.” He trails off, blinking dazedly. “Hhih… hIIH’EZCHHuu! Snf… HIHH’IZCHh-uu!” Sevens above. Even his sneezes sound wrung-out, as if they’re using up the last reserves of the voice he’s about to lose.

Kaeya sighs, reaching for the bar napkins. “On second thought...” He swallows again, eyebrows drawing tighter. “Maybe wiping down the tables would be a good idea after all.”

“I was planning to, anyway,” Diluc says. Kaeya has always been dramatic. But if this is all some ridiculous ploy to get him to worry, it’s working. “It would be bad for business if you managed to infect all of my patrons.” Kaeya huffs a quiet laugh, which immediately turns into a particularly harsh coughing fit.

“Is it helping?” Diluc asks.

“What?” Kaeya’s voice breaks on the syllable, and Diluc falters.

“The drink. With your sore throat.”

“It’s working wonders,” Kaeya says, almost convincingly nonchalant, if not for the quietness with which it’s delivered. “I’m sure that by tomorrow, I’ll be good as new.”

He can’t seriously believe that. “Don’t tell me you actually intend on going to work.”

Kaeya tilts his head in question. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m feeling much better now.”

“You’re not.”

The smile on his face falters, gives way for something a little more honest. “You’re right,” Kaeya admits, after a pause. “I’m not. But it’s fine, you know. It’s just a cold. You don’t have to—” He stops again to cough, his shoulders shaking. “—be so worried.”

“Archons,” Diluc snaps. “I know. Stop talking.”

Kaeya opens his mouth—probably to protest, but Diluc cuts him off before he can speak.

“You’re losing your voice,” he points out, by way of explanation. “If you keep pushing yourself, you’ll postpone your recovery for days. How do you think Jean would like it if you ended up bedridden?”

There’s no response to that.

“If it is customary for a captain to work through illness, it’s no wonder that the Knights are always so terribly inefficient.”

Kaeya’s breath hitches, and he ducks voicelessly into his elbow, his eyelids fluttering shut. There’s a beat, and then—

“hHH’DSCHhh!”

...there’s that, too. Diluc crosses his arms. “Not to mention, if you are contagious...”

“I’m very careful,” Kaeya whispers, which is an irritating workaround to Diluc’s rule. But it doesn’t seem like it hurts his voice—what’s left of it, at least—so Diluc lets it slide. “You underestimate my abilities. It’s just—”

“A cold. I’m aware.” He turns aside, moving to pour the half-made Death After Noon into the sink. Kaeya, if anything, is a good liar. Even if Diluc somehow gets him to promise he won’t push himself too hard, Diluc doubts he’ll take it seriously.

It was easier, he thinks, when he’d been away for those three years, too distant and too caught up in Fatui affairs to care about Kaeya’s destructively selfish tendencies. Now they’re distant, less than acquaintances, but he sees Kaeya everywhere, and on days like this it feels almost cruel. It’s like they have some sort of mutual agreement to play strangers. Like caring too much would be overstepping.

“Just… don’t get worse,” he says resignedly. For once, Kaeya is silent behind him. When Diluc turns around to take his cup from him, Kaeya’s expression is unreadable.

“I’ll try my best,” Kaeya says, uncharacteristically sincere. Diluc really wants to believe him.

#snz fic #sneeze fic #snzfic #gen/shin im/pac/t #apologies if all my fics with these two are too similar or anything #hopefully this being my first work in di/luc's perspective makes it a little better? ;; #supposedly kae/ya is at the tavern bc he likes having company but he'd never ask for it outright #and di/luc is.. confused. bc he thinks kae/ya goes to the tavern for every other conceivable reason besides wanting to see him #idk. i just hope it's not incomprehensible #my fic #(also i always write these two as nonromantic! #but you can choose to read their relationship however you like)

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Carolina

Marine Biologist AU that no one asked for but I wrote because I miss my second home. Probably two parts.

Very brief mention of a family members death

"Hi welcome to-" Leo stopped his normal speech when he was met with the two most gorgeous men he had ever laid eyes on. "Welcome to the Fort Fisher aquarium. I'm your tour guide Leo and this is Regulus." He somehow managed to snap out of his shock even though the greeting was all muscle memory.

“Two guides. Must be special." The red haired one laughed a laugh that made doves fly. "I'm Finn." He shook their hands.

"That and both of us wanted a break from sticky children trying to swim with the sharks and gators." Reg smiled.

"Sharks? Like ocean sharks? And ocean alligators?" The shorter one asked in shock and a lot more than a sprinkle of fear.

'Fuck he's adorable' Leo swore internally. "Alligators are typically fresh water reptiles but if you are asking if they are real sharks and alligators, than no. They're they’re hyperealalistic mechanical sculptures." He kept a straight face.

"Cute and funny." Finn flashed him a smile after another angelic laugh.

Leo had to remind himself to not die right then and there.

“Don't worry, Logan" Finn told the other one. "I'll protect you from the scary teeth, baby."

Now Leo was sad.

“Oh yeah, right after you stop ogling over our hot tour guide."

Now Leo was slightly less sad and confused.

“Actually." Regulus pulled out his phone. "Our manager just texted and said he needs someone in the gift shop. Have fun." He left with a pat on Leos back.

Leo glared as he walked away, they didn't get texts from anyone for any assignment. Hence the walkie talkies on their belt loops.

“So, follow me and we can start the tour." +++

“This is our 235,000 gallon tank." Leo stood over top of the two story tall tank. In here we have our eagle rays, round stingrays, whiptail stingrays, hammerhead sharks, sandbar sharks, sand tiger sharks, hammerhead sharks. We also have two moray eels and an abundance of fish including shanks and groupers. And a personal favorite, Sheldon the green sea turtle.” Leo stood on the rusted grate with ease as if he didn’t care about the hammerhead only a few feet away from his toes.

“Um, this is great and all but can we not stand on the edge without a railing?” Logan stayed as far away as he could an the 2 feet wide walkway.

“You’re completely safe don’t worry.” Leo flashed a reassuring smile.

“Okay yeah but-”

“Stop being a baby, Lo.” Finn poked his side.

“I’m sorry I’m scared of falling into a 23 foot deep death cylinder filled with sharks.” Logan defended himself.

“Alright we can go officially start the tour.” Leo laughed. “But we do have to walk across the tank.”

“We what?” Logan asked.

“It’s okay. Just don’t look down.” He decided to risk a wink.

“Listen to the hot guide, babe.” Finn kissed Logan’s cheek. “I’ll hold your hand.”

“I love you, Harzy. But I do not trust you enough to not try and scare me.”

“I promi- no I don’t. Fine.” Finn whined when his plans were spoiled.

“Alright, let’s go.” Leo laughed.

They got across the walkway with only a few exaggerated wobbles to scare Logan. And a very grumpy Logan when Leo told him there was another way around the tank.

+++

“So here we have our bald eagle Maverick.” Leo walked up to the opened enclosure. “He’s five years old and has been here since he was two. He was found on the side of the road nearly starved after being hit by a car. If you look at his left wing you can see it juts out a little. That is due to the bones fusing together incorrectly and it makes him unable to ever fly again.” He recited the well known script.

“Poor baby” Finn stuck his bottom lip out.

Leo blinked away the urge to kiss the sad look off his face.

“If we walk up here you can see the aquariums prized possession.” Leo smiled. “Luna the albino Alligator.”

“Oh my god.” Finn hurried over to the glass.

“She looks like you, lover. Pale as fuck.” Logan teased.

“Luna is one of just 100 recorded albino alligators world wide.”

“World wide?” Logan asked in shock.

“Yeah. It’s an extremely rare genetic mutation and due to the inability to hide from predators they’re numbers are next to zero. Very soon they’ll be no more albino gators.”

“What happened to that alligators toes?” Logan pointed at the dark green alligator.

“That’s Gantur. He still hasn’t learn that Luna’s the leader.”

“She bit them off?” Logan’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t underestimate her. Ready to continue?”

+++

“This is my favorite exhibit.” Leo’s face lit up as they walked up to the touch pool.

“Touch anything as long as you use two fingers and don’t pick anything up.”

“Are those stingrays?” Finn pointed towards the end of the touch pool.

“Yeah. They’re still babies and their stingers have been trimmed. Their barbs are like thumbnails and can be clipped monthly without any harm.”

“What are those?”

Leo’s face lit up impossibly more.

“These are horseshoe crabs.” He held onto one of the dark greenish brown banjo shaped creature.

“They are also called living fossils due to the fact that they haven’t evolved at all since the dinosaurs, around 450 million years. It’s mostly due to the fact that they didn’t need anything added or taken away for survival. They were made perfectly. Now their tails.” He pointed to the long stick like end as it moved around with the help of what looked like scaley gills. “Most people look at it and think it will hurt. But it won’t hurt at all. They are extremely, extremely clumsy and use the long tail to flip themselves back over.”

“Sounds like you.” Finn kissed Logan.

“Rude.” Logan scoffed.

“Horseshoe crabs aren’t actually crabs at all. They’re actually more closely related to scorpions and spiders. Watch.” Leo smirked and flipped it over.

There were five pairs of claws moving around as the gills moved up and down like abs, causing the tail to move with it.

“Here-” Leo grabbed Logan’s hand, he tried hard to ignore the way his skin burned. “Touch it.”

“Oh no I’m okay to just look.”

“Come on, just touch it.” Leo begged. “Please just touch it.” He pouted.

“Oh my fuck you’re adorable.” Logan voiced Leo’s exact same thoughts from before.

“Here” he blushed and bit his lib to contain the smile. “Touch it.” He guided Logan’s hand down to the center of the legs, desperately trying to not think about how close they were. Logan’s t-shirt touching his blue polo shirt with his name stitched in the side. The way he could feel Logan’s breathing against his side, the way his leg was pressed between Logans le- stop it.

“Eww that feels weird” Logan’s laughed raised goosebumps on his arm.

“You’re touch his mouth.”

“Ew ew ew ew” Logan pulled his hand away quickly as Finn cackled.

“You asshole” Logan laughed as he pushed Leo lightly.

“Sorry, but it’s funny.” Leo laughed.

“You are now my second favorite person on earth.” Finn put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Oh my god I’m crying.” He wiped his eyes.

“Wouldn’t mind if he stayed our favorite.” Logan smiled.

Leo blushed and moved onto the regular view of the huge tank.

+++

“So how’d you get a job here?” Logan asked Leo as they walked around.

“I’ve lived on the island my whole life and started volunteering here when I was 13.” He explained. “I’m going to UNCW for marine biology. Are you two just here for vacation? Even though it’s April.”

“No. We’re actually moving down here. My grandparents owned the arcade on the boardwalk and left it to me once they passed.” Finn told him.

“Oh. I’m sorry about their passing.”

“It’s okay. Didn’t really know them at all.”

“Well I’ll hopefully see you around.”

“Maybe you don’t have to hope.”

Leo tilted his head in confusion.

“We were just wondering if you would want to show us around the island.” Logan told him. “We’ve only been here for a few days and this is the first place we’ve been to. Not even the beach.”

“Oh that’s nearly a sin.” Leo teased. “I’d love to show you guys around. I get off in an hour.”

“Perfect.” Finn said happily. “Do you want to drive over to our house and then switch cars or do you need to change?”

“That’ll work. There’s a locker room and since there’s next to no one here considering the time of year Evan will probably let me leave early.” Leo couldn’t hide his smile as they walked into the brightly lit gift shop.

Logan let out a loud gasp and ran over to the 6 foot long jellyfish stuffie. “I want it.”

“It’s tentacles are going to strangle you, love.” Finn shook his head.

“Kinky” Logan wiggled his eyebrows.

Finn scoffed as three other people in the quiet store laughed.

“Oh hi again Regulus.” Logan smiled at the black haired man who was sitting on the countertop beside the register tossing a brightly colored foam ball with turtles on it between his hands.

“Hey” He smiled back.

“What’d they need help with down here?” Finn looked around the empty room cluelessly.

“He didn’t help me?” The girl beside him raised an eyebrow. “Hi, Rue by the way.” She waved before going back to glaring at Regulus. “Did Evan tell you to help me?”

“No.” Reg smirked. “Just wanted to leave Leo alone with his crushes.”

“Reg” Leo pushed him.

“It’s mutual.” Finn said and Logan nodded.

“Okay. I’m gonna go ask Evan if I can get off early so I can show you a tour of the island and then get changed and I’ll be back down.” Leo changed the subject quickly.

“They’ll show you a tour of their bedroom and then get you off early.” Rue said quietly but not quiet enough. Leo shoved her hard as Logan, Finn, and Reg cackled.

+++

“So are we ready?” Leo walked back down in shorts and a UNCW t-shirt.

A cropped UNCW t-shirt.

“Uh- yeah. Yeah. Um, yeah.” Finn stuttered failing to make it look like he wasn’t staring at Leo’s tan abs.

Finn on the other hand had no shame. His eyes raked his entire body as his mouth went dry.

“Alright. I’ll follow you guys?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Logan nodded.

“Get it Knut.” Reg cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted as they left the gift shop and headed outside to the 100 degree weather.

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You’re a Mean One, Mr. Kneef (Part 1)

Part 2 ->

For @thatesqcrush​​​’s Holiday Bingo! Filling the Grinch/Scrooge square

Bryan Kneef x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW. No smut, just a... situation in which Bryan has zero sense of shame. Honestly it’s straight-up workplace sexual harassment. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Festive lights were strung around the offices of STR Laurie, but their merry glow added no holiday cheer to the hearts of all of those forced to come into work on Christmas Eve. Everyone was supposed to have the day off, or at least get a half-day. However, the sun was setting over the Chicago skyline, and at least a dozen paralegals were still frantically toiling over the enormous workload dumped on them last minute by one Bryan Kneef.

It didn’t seem like a particularly important case or a particularly critical motion, but according to Mr. Kneef, it was worthy of an all-hands-on-deck situation that would make as many employees as possible miss dinner with their families.

In fact, as you glared over the top of your monitor at his office—the curtains drawn and the lights dimmed within—you were pretty sure he wasn’t even working on this “important” case. He was probably fucking napping. This was all some sadistic Scrooge-like tactic to make everyone miserable just because he didn’t have anywhere to be tonight.

As the angled light streaming in through the window turned dusky orange with no end to the work in sight, you’d had enough. You stood up, marched across the office, and barged through Mr. Kneef’s door without knocking, certain you were going to catch him with his eyes closed on the couch.

Instead, you caught him behind his desk, furiously masturbating to porn.

He stopped, but unlike a decent human being who would yelp in surprise and frantically sputter apologies for being caught dick-in-hand, he wasn’t startled by your entrance and made no particular hurry to cover himself. He clicked a button on the keyboard, and the rhythmic sounds of moaning stopped.

His eyebrows raised at you impatiently as if you’d interrupted him on a phone call.

You slammed the door behind you—the rest of the office didn’t need to hear this.

“What the fuck, Mr. Kneef? This case is so important we have to work through fucking Christmas, and you’re in here jerking off?”

“Your point?”

“Fuck you!”

His lips pushed up into an excessive frown that made his beard bristle, and he raised his brows, not disagreeing and seemingly impressed with your audacity.

“Fine. Come here.” He patted his lap, smirking, legs spread wide in his leather chair. His semi-hard cock was still sitting naked and pink outside his deep navy dress pants.

Now he’d crossed the line into making your skin crawl.

“OK, I’m calling HR.”

He scoffed and tucked himself back into his pants. “You said fuck me.”

He wasn’t swayed by your threat to report him—what was important was that you had been the first to blink. You didn’t really look offended, anyway. If you had blushed like a nun and hidden your eyes when you walked in on him, he wouldn’t have been so provocative (he wasn’t a complete monster). If you had fucking knocked, you wouldn’t have walked in on anything. But you had the balls to barge in and dress down your superior. The number-one asshole of the firm was not about to let you challenge him and win.

You closed your eyes and tried to compose yourself, ignoring the flush of heat surging behind your ribs and pooling between your legs from his sleazy request. Ew—body, what? Don’t be gross.

“So. You have a problem with the work I’ve assigned you?” He set his elbow on the table and rested his beard in his hand. His voice was as casually mocking as ever, as if this whole situation was perfectly normal.

“Yeah. It’s bullshit. We’d all like to go home if this motion isn’t so vitally pressing it can’t wait until Monday.”

“I see.”

“Don’t you have anywhere to be?”

There was a twitch in his face at that. He tried to remain as callous and inscrutable as ever, but the question revealed a tension that wasn’t obvious before. Beside his computer was a bottle of Scotch and an almost-empty glass. Next to that was a small rectangular box, neatly wrapped with shiny silver paper and a gold bow. He glanced down at it, and he looked, for a brief instant, sad.

He wasn’t so intimidating when his cold eyes turned pitiful like that. Almost like he was human.

In contrast to his distasteful personality, his eyes were a beautiful, delicate green even in the dim light. It was enough to make you admit how handsome the lawyer was—the dark beard, the flecks of silver streaking through his flawlessly-styled hair. If he turned out to have actual human feelings beneath the swagger, you might even like him.

You sat down in the small chair opposite him at his desk. His eyes had already retaken their cold, mocking air, but you tried appealing to the hypothetical inner-human in him anyway. “Do you have any Christmas traditions? A family you want to see? You must at least remember being a kid—how special the holidays are at that age. Dana has two kids waiting at home, and this is the only time of year Paul gets to see his nephews.”

“You think I give a shit about sob stories? They have a job to do. If they don’t like it, they can quit.”

“Fine”—Screw playing nice—“How about this: I can call HR about the porn on your work computer.”

He glowered back at you, appraising the sincerity of your threat. “The whole HR department is eating turkey right now. So, you can file a complaint on Monday. Maybe I get a warning? Won’t help you tonight. Sorry, sweetheart. Finish the motion, you can go home.” His piercing eyes stared at you, waiting. “Will that be all?”

Instead of retreating in an indignant huff as he full-well expected you to do, you shoved aside a handful of papers and the Scotch bottle to clear a spot on his desk, and sat on it so you were looking down on him, thoroughly invading his personal space. “What do you want? Why are you doing this? Don’t pretend it isn’t out of spite. Let me guess… you didn’t want to spend another Christmas alone getting sad-drunk on expensive whisky, so you decided to do this instead of pick up a hooker?”

He glared harshly but otherwise didn’t react.

“How about this? I’ll take one for the team and go drinking with you—just tell everyone else they can go home, Ebenezer.”

He rolled his eyes contemptuously and explained in no uncertain terms that that was not going to happen. But maybe it was your flirtatious body language, or the stubborn way you refused to back down, or that you weren’t intimidated by him like every other subordinate around here. Maybe he was just lonely. But you were irritating in a way he liked. And just desperate enough to do him a favor.

“If we left together, we would not be going out drinking,” he growled.

You rightly mistook it for an invitation to bed—because he deliberately intoned it as such to rile you up, so when you spat, “Fuck you!” he could feign innocent victimhood.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he said. “I do have somewhere to be tonight—a family dinner. If you are serious about wanting to get me out of here, that’s where we’d go.” Of course, if you’d jumped at the offer to fuck him, he would have accepted that, too.

Now you were just confused. “You want… to take me to meet your parents? Why…?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, already kicking himself for what he was about to tell you. But fuck it. You would have to find out if you were going to help, and he could use you and your massive balls to solve his little dilemma. Ovaries? Yeah. Your big brass ovaries.

“My parents are expecting me to show up with my long-term girlfriend. They have been... annoyingly eager to meet her tonight, and she just fucking dumped me.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry.” Being dumped sucked. Not that you’d ever take it out on a dozen coworkers, but assholes grieve differently. “How long were you together?”

“Three months.”

You blinked. “Oh my god, that is not a long-term relationship. Jesus, what standard are you going by? One-night stands?”

He bristled at the question, and you had a distinct impression that—yeah—the comparison was one-night stands.

“Irrelevant. I don’t want to spend the entire night fielding questions about what happened, sitting through my dad’s relationship advice, and dodging pitying glances.”

“So you invented a work emergency. Classy. Never thought I’d see the great Bryan Kneef, lady killer, on his knees over someone he dated for three months.

“I am not broken up about it,” he snapped. “I just don’t want to deal with the bullshit from my family. So, you want to get out of here? Pretend to be my date for a few hours. You don’t have a problem lying, do you? We can break up after New Year’s. Deal?”

“You’ll let everyone else go home?”

He protested and made a counter-offer, but after much bargaining and negotiation, he finally gave in and agreed to your terms.

And that was how you saved Christmas and became the unsung hero of the entire office. None of your coworkers would know the sacrifice you made for them, the awkward dinner you had to endure, or all of the illuminating secrets you would learn that night about the biggest asshole at the firm.

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MCYT Oxenfree Chapter 1

Edward’s Island.

Fundy POV

“It used to be a military base. Then it became a ranching thing, then it was turned into an army thing, then it became a bird thing and a museum or whatever. Henry Fonda stationed here, I think, for a bit. Unless he was Navy.” 

I listened to Tommy rattle on as I leaned on the rail of the ship. The salty smell of the ocean filled the overcast sky. But thankfully, it was only slightly cold. Just enough for a light jacket..

“Who’s Henry Fonda?” Eret asked, unaware that you should never ask Tommy questions when he’s explaining things. He had a tendency to not hear them.

“And around Christmas time, this little breakfast place used to sell these amazing polar bear sugar cookies…” Like normal, Tommy went on. I laughed to myself, peering back over the edge of the ferry for wildlife in the water.

“Hey,” Tommy poked me. “Are you still with us? You haven’t said anything for like… 10 minutes.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. My mind just drifted for a second.” I turned back, checking my watch. It was 8. Right on time.

“So, you all moved in?” Tommy continued to talk to Eret. 

“Um, not really. I just got in this morning.” Eret chuckled.

“And how did Fundy’s mom meet your dad again?” Tommy was eager for gossip. 

“They met on vacation in London. He got lost in a garden and thought she worked there.” Eret took it in good humor as we walked back in the boat. 

I took the liberty of exploring the small craft. It wasn’t that old but still had that air to it. Slightly chipped paint and worn seats. How they got worn, I never understood. Only bird watchers and history nuts ever headed to Edward’s island anymore. Particularly not in the winter.

“Hey, there’s an old ship's wheel up here.” I called down to the others from the second story as I bent to read the placard. “It’s a replica from a… Portuguese caravel, it says.”

“Yeah! I think the Portuguese discovered the island? I dunno. I mostly slept through the maritime portion of history class.” Tommy shrugged.

“Says the kid who’s been ranting about the island for the past 18 minutes.” Eret teased. Tommy shot him a teasing glare as I came back down.

“So you guys just met tonight?” Tommy continued.

“Yeah, I was… I’d been out at school and the timing had just never worked out.” Eret shrugged.

��And what does that make you to the Furry? Second cousin or something?”

“Step bro and I am not a furry!” I groaned

“Yeah, yeah! At least you seem cool!” Tommy laughed. “Cool guy, cool eyes. You get a cool new sibling living right in your house! Wearing your clothes… eating your food ... Sharing your toothbrush.”

“Ew!” We both grimaced. The conversation dipped awkwardly.

“So… how do you two know each other?” Eret prompted us.

“Oh, from way back when, like paleozoic. Grade school era.”

“I moved from the Netherlands in the first grade and Tommy was the one I got partnered with on the first day.” 

“Passengers,” Suddenly the robotical intercom kicked on, nearly scaring me out of my skin. “We’ll be arriving soon. Check under your seat-” 

“Check under your seat to make sure you don’t leave behind any grandchildren.” Tommy commented over the recording sarcastically. 

“And if you picked up a complimentary disposable radio, remember to tune to 102.3 at the various plaques…” It droned on.

“Ooh! We should get a picture!” Tommy suddenly stood, dragging Eret and I back to the bow of the ferry. 

“Fine. Just… hold the camera out. Like… far. I don’t look my freshest right now.” I told Tommy as he pulled out his phone. I ran a hand over my ears, trying to smooth down my fur that had puffed up due to the humidity.

“It’s true, Eret. This is like B Minus Fundy.” Tommy grinned.

“Take the picture you child!” I nudged him. 

“I am not a child!” Tommy retorted while holding out the camera. We all smiled as the audible click came from the phone.

“There! Great. I’ll magic erase all the warts out and stuff, so don’t worry.” Tommy checked over the photo.

Eret made a face at the mention of warts and rolled his eyes. 

“Hey, Furry. Did you remember to bring that radio? The little portable one?” Tommy piped back up.

“Yeah.” I sighed, ignoring the comment as I took the object out my pocket.

“Our high school has a radio station and Finn- he’s a friend of ours- he’s filling in because TapL went on vacation with his family or something.” Tommy explained as I began twisting the knob to find the station. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s gonna say something like… basically right now about our thing so…”

We all intently listened to the radio as I found the right station, 88.3.

“... Which I played because Karl wouldn’t stop singing it during math class!” Finn seemed to be talking about the song that was just on. “But… oh! Look at the time! Just after ten o’clock. Which means my dear friend Tommy and his bros are probably just touching down on Edwards island for the yearly bash on the beach…. Or whatever we call it now.”

“But anyways, I promised him that I’d play a song from his channel, so hope you're tuned in, Tommy! Here’s Able Sisters- Sable and Mable from Animal Crossing. He’s been tormenting me to play it for ages so here. Please stop.” 

The familiar song came on. I groaned quickly, shutting it off.

“Haha!” Tommy crowed. “I finally got him to do it!” 

His victory rant was cut off as the ferry’s horn blasted above us. 

“There’s no radio reception on the island.” Tommy continued. “I’m glad I got to hear it before it went totally kaput.”

“If we can’t use it, why’d you bring it? Not just for the boat?” Eret inquired.

“Um, no. You’ll see. Don’t expect too much but… nah. It’ll be fun. I won’t undercook it.” Tommy waved his hands mysteriously. “You’ll see.”

We all shut up as the boat began nearing the dock. The old man running the ship helped us get off, before pulling away again. 

“Oh boy! Smell that clean air, lads! This ain’t city livin’!” Tommy gestured to the now dark heavens. “My other friends should be up around the bend.”

“Actually,” Eret said nervously, waiting at the top of the dock stairs. “I mean, I don’t mean to be the guy to break us up already, but Tommy, could you do me a favor? Can I have two quick minutes with Fundy?”

“Uh… you sure?” Tommy hesitated. I glanced back up at Eret. The older boy seemed sincere.

“Something wrong?” I wondered.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just need a minute.” Eret glanced at the street light above.

“Alright, but- Look, I don’t wanna go up by myself. I mean, can’t we just stick together? You’re gonna have all night to say, like… whatever.” Tommy pleaded, using his puppy dog eyes. 

“But you were going to meet your friends, right?”

“Yeah but there further-”

“Tommy, it’s alright. Just wait for us at the end of the town, okay?  We’ll catch up with you there.” I reasoned. 

“Alright.” Tommy sighed, walking off. “Though this is a really strange way to start off, splitting up.”

“Thanks man!” Eret called after him, before turning to me. “He seems nice. Funny.”

“Yeah, he’s… what did you want to talk about? Before I suspect something nefarious.” I teased, coming back to the top of the stairs. 

“Listen, I just wanted to grab you ahead of time and say you’ve been…. Cool… about everything. And I guess it’s just - for me, I’ve never moved anywhere, ya know? And, like, getting a new family at the same time kinda feels like I’m skipping the training wheels.”

“Not that it’s bad! You and your mum have been great!”

“Eh, we’ll make do.” I nudged Eret playfully. “Lemons, lemonade, however that goes.”

“You idiot.” Eret and I laughed. 

“Oh, thanks for setting up the attic for me, by the way. It’s cool, how it’s a little bedroom.” 

“No problem…” I looked at the dark water. I really didn’t want to touch that subject. “It’s nice, at night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Not chilly.” Eret nodded. “We can- we can catch back up with Tommy now. I didn’t mean to take so long.”

We walked down the stairs into the parking lot. Commenting on the lonely car, I noticed a blocked off road. I decided to ignore it in favor of heading up the long staircase to the little shops that made the town of the island. 

“Oh, what’s that?” Eret pointed at the statue as we reached the top. A bird on a pedestal with a whale below it. 

“I forgot this was even here.” I chuckled. “It’s a monument to some submarine that was sunk off the coast.”

“Oh, wait. Can’t you do that radio guide thing like the boat said?” Eret looked excited. “I wanna see how it works.

“Sure.” I pulled the thing out of my pocket.

“It was…. 101 or 102, I think.”

I found the station. The voice of some tour guide came on. 

“Named after the Hawiian god of the sea, the USS Kanaloa was launched on January 15, 1941 and commissioned into service at the end of that year under the command of Lt. C. Dream...”

“Never heard of this before. Kinda creepy in a way, right?” Eret murmured. 

“On October 28, 1943, it was sunk by the Japanese sub chaser Tokisada some 25 miles off the coast of Washington…”

“Yeah, I hate thinking about it. It reminds me of those scenes in movies where sailors have to seal somebody up to drown or else the flooding will take the whole ship, you know?” I shivered at the idea.

“... and remains, to this day, the only submarine casualty in American waters. Eighty-five officers, as well as twelve Army passengers, were lost.”

“Yeah, no. I always thought submarine duty was, like, the worst possible war assignment. There’s no way out if something goes wrong.”

I turned off the radio as the recording began again. We continued through the town. All the stores were closed. Probably because it was starting to become winter and we took the last ferry here. 

“Hello kids. The other guys and gals must be further up, so be quick now.” Tommy’s voice suddenly called from the top of a ramp. We laughed, running up to him. 

“Okay, speed-read definition of Edwards Island. This is a tourist trap with shops and beach. Nobody lives here except some geriatric named Mr. Halo. But, cross my heart and hope to die, we’ll never mention him or any other old person’s name again.”

“We are here to drink and be stupid. A tradition apparently started by bored recruits in the nineteen fifties who would sneak dates over from the coastal towns. They literally called it ‘trawling’.”

“Wow, interesting.” I lightly mocked. Eret snorted behind me.

“Yeah, like kids at camp or something.” Tommy shrugged. “So, to summarize, we are not allowed here after dark. The town is shut down, and we - the L’manberg High Junior Class- have come to commit improper acts.”

We came to a fence just taller than me. I frowned, glancing at Tommy. 

“The beaten path officially ends here. The beach is past the fence a way. I think Nikki told me that there’s a way that they used to get over there, but… I can’t remember how. I mean, can’t be too difficult.” Tommy looked around.

“Dumpster?” Eret pointed to the relatively empty bin sitting by the edge of the path. 

“Perfect, we can push it over and close the lid.” I got beside him and helped. 

“And the other thing about this nowhere island,” Tommy stayed back to finish his story. “Is the weirdo caves.”

“The weirdo caves?” Eret echoed incredulously. 

“The whole reason Fundy brought the radio is because when you go to the- it’s like ‘front’--

“The mouth.” I supplied.

“The mouth of this particular cave, you can sometimes pick up frequencies to stations that don’t exist.” Tommy grinned. “You’ll hear voices or just... sounds… And they’re impossible to get anywhere else on the island. Crazy, right?”

“It’s, um, it’s pretty creepy… at least I’ve heard.” Eret and I managed to get the dumpster into place. 

“I did it once. It’s amazing when it works.” 

“Okay, back up a minute here. What about that Mr. Halo guy? Is he the saint for the island or something?” Eret looked back at the town below us. 

“His family, I think, like owns or owned some of the island or something… he’s been shackled in the same spot for like seventy years. He’s kind of what you’d call a local legend. His house is on the other side of the woods.”

“I can’t imagine living in the same exact house looking at the same exact wall for that long a time.” I climbed up the dumpster and hopped over the fence. The other two joined me a heartbeat later.

We walked down the path, finding the trail that dipped down to the beach.

“Oh, before we get there, I should mention-” 

Tommy was cut off by laughter. 

“Who’s that?” Eret asked from behind me.

(Sorry if it's too long. But I shall try to post the next chapters every few days or so. Each should be around this long.)

#tommyinnit #the eret #eret myct #fundy minecraft #fundylive #tommy mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #oxenfree #oh this is going to be fun #youll see whos who over time #no ships btw #badboyhalo #i can't believe i nearly forgot bad #mcyt oxenfree

[fernthewhimsical]

Last year I read a post (which I can’t find anymore) about devotional tips to Frigg. The writer wrote a note at the top of the post stating that they would be referring to Frigg as “They”, since the Gods don’t adhere to our human binary of “male” and “female”. It was such a simple sentence, but it was such an impactful thing for me. I’d never thought of it that way. But to me, it made perfect sense. So I accepted it, and then never looked any deeper into it. Never thought further about what that would mean for me, or my craft.

That changed earlier this year. I was feeling a call to deepen the relation I have with the deities I am devoted to. Which led to me researching and redefining my bond with whom I then still called Horned One. As I wrote in an earlier post, I still very much saw Him as an archetype of the divine masculine. The God to complement the Goddess, which was a paradigm left over from my earlier wiccan-adjacent roots. It didn’t mesh with my earlier found beliefs that Gods are outside of our human gender structures. I couldn’t wrap my hear around it. Which meant one thing: research.

Because why does everything in western witchcraft practices have to adhere to a binary gender system? Why do we have a “divine feminine” and a “divine masculine” when it comes to our inner worlds? And further than that, why does seemingly everything in western witchcraft need to be gendered? Open any book on modern witchcraft and you’ll see gender assigned to everything. To the elements, to the days of the week, to crystals, to herbs, to planets, to runes, everything has a gender or gendered “energy” attached to it. I’ve found, especially in witchcraft and paganism, that when we want to figure out “why?” we need to ask: “where does it come from?”

It seems to start with the Greek philosopher Empedocles. He is the one who gave us the four elements that make up all matter: earth, air, fire and water. The elements are a big part of modern witchcraft, especially the wiccan traditions, or the traditions which have their roots in wicca. We call upon the elements to protect us when we cast a circle. We use the elements to bless and consecrate items. Just to name a few. Empedocles not only posited that all matter was made up out of these four elements, but he also linked them to the Gods Zeus, Hera, Nestis (Persephone) and Aidoneus (Hades). So we have two elements tied to a God, and two to a Goddess. This is where the belief that the elements are either “feminine” or “masculine” probably originates. It’s not a strange thought that this could have easily been stretched: if the elements are “feminine” or “masculine”, and things like crystals or herbs are associated with the elements, then they are also “feminine” or “masculine”.

Of course the influence of monotheistic religions can not be ignored. Our western society gets a lot of its views from Christianity. In the Christian bible God created Adam and Eve, one man and one woman. A strong binary where there is no room for deviation. It is also seen as an ideal to strive towards: a husband and wife, standing in the light of God, who together can create new life. This monotheistic view has been part of our western culture for millennia, which has influenced a lot of scholars, philosophers, artist, etc. Which in turn influences the information that we have access to now. Everything we know about our ancestors is written later, often by Christian scholars or even monks, who wrote from their (gender-binary and patriarchal) worldview.

Then of course we have the beginnings of our contemporary witchcraft: wicca and Gerald Gardner. In the wiccan faith a God and a Goddess are worshipped. Some believe them to be source of all life, others believe they are facets or avatars of a bigger force (Spirit, the All, etc.). The Triple Goddess stands for the phases of a woman’s life: the maiden, the mother and the crone. She also embodies the “feminine energies” such as nurturing, giving, sensual, loving, and wise. The Horned God is the masculine aspects, such as providing, protecting, strengthening, sexual, and also wise. Covens are led by a High Priest (HP) and a High Priestess (HPs), where in Gardner’s days they took part in a ritual called “the Hieros Gamos” or “the Great Rite”, where the HP and HPs engaged in sexual intercourse to raise power, or as part of an initiation rite. Because, as our tradition’s wiccan inspired ritual states:  “where the masculine and feminine are joined, spirit is born.” Nowadays this is mostly done symbolically with a chalice and an athame, luckily, since Gardner is known to have “asked” High Priestesses to step aside when they were no longer young and beautiful in his eyes, which… ew. The God and Goddess also complete a life cycle in the Wheel of the Year. The God impregnates the Goddess, after which he travels to the underworld and is born again from Her womb. Because of this, life will begin anew and nature will grow once more. Heterosexual procreation and that bond between man and woman is very important in the wiccan faith. The duality of male and female; and together they create life, is very ingrained into our modern, contemporary paganism because of this.

Then, we need to talk about Jung. In the first big wiccan revival in the ‘70s many prominent witches, like Janet and Steward Farrar, stepped back a bit from the ideas that the Gods were indeed outside of us, but instead incorporated Jungian philosophy into their faith. The Gods are then archetypes living deep in our subconsciousness, which we contact through prayer, spells and ritual. In that first revival this was a pretty common view of the world, which in turn, influenced a lot of books that were written in that time. One of Jung’s theories is about the Anima and the Animus. Jung stated that, much like the yin-yang symbol, every woman had a bit of masculinity in her unconscious, called the Animus. And that the man had a bit of femininity in his unconscious, called the Anima. If the Animus or Anima was not recognized properly, it could have negative repercussions for the person in question. That part of the subconscious would then dictate the way the person would react in certain situations. For example, a woman acting in a way we would normally “expect” (back then) from a man, so through means of violence and aggression. So an integration, a joining from both the feminine and the masculine inside us is needed to become whole and to become a complete, spiritual being (sounds familiar, no?)

Last but not least, we have feminism. Contemporary witchcraft and paganism gained a lot of popularity in those same ‘70s, as well as the ‘60s, by being more Goddess oriented. Many of us, even now, come from the monotheistic religions which heavily centre on the divine masculine, without giving a female counterpart in that. Many of those religions are also often oppressive and discriminatory when it comes to the treatment of women. For many women witchcraft and paganism gives therefore a sense of freedom and equality not experienced before. Witchcraft is also the craft of the marginalized, protects those who aren’t in a position to protect themselves and are an enormous source of empowerment for many. With the arrival of Dianic wicca, a branch of wicca focussed solely on the Goddess, the Goddess movement within wicca and later witchcraft grew. Many were drawn to a path that celebrated women, and all that this entailed. This meant that the “divine feminine” became more and more important. The womb being the source of all creative power in the universe. The yoni being something not to be ashamed of, but instead something to be proud of and to take pride in. (I will talk about my views on all of this in a later post) An emphasis on sisterhood and the sacred bond we all share through the ancient mothers.

I believe all of this influenced and shaped the way we see gender when it comes to witchcraft and paganism. This all contributed in gender having the heavy influence that we see now. So now we know where it comes from… now what? Well, join me next time as I try to figure that out.

Sorry for the superlong post! Originally found on my website

#witch #witchcraft #magic #pagan #paganism #tradition #jung #anima #animus #feminism #divine feminine #divine masculine #history #gender #lgbt #lgbtqia+ #non binary #enby

[chilling-seavey]

There Goes My Life - Chapter Six

A/N Their picture perfect family......

Saturday, November 6, 2038

Daniel and Florence came down to visit the girls the following weekend – mostly because Penelope’s near breakdown the prior Sunday had Daniel a bit of a nervous wreck – and the whole family of five went out for lunch together. Penelope was perfecting the art of ignoring her older sister, not wanting to even hear the shred of an apology from her the entire week.

But Clementine truly felt badly for being so short with her little sister at the party…she should have known better than to be so sharp and aggressive with her especially knowing Penelope was a sensitive girl. They had been best friends for nearly their whole lives and Clementine couldn’t stand having Penelope being mad at her.

“Nell, can you open up please?” Clementine knocked again on her sister’s door that morning just before they were due out front for lunch with the rest of their family.

There was shuffling from the other side of the door but no response.

“Penelope.” Clementine tried again. “I’m sorry about the party. I really am. I shouldn’t have been such a jerk to you. I hate having you mad at me, please talk to me.”

The door swung open, revealing an unimpressed looking Penelope who turned back to her room to grab her purse from her desk, letting her older sister step inside.

“If this is how you act here then I don’t want anything to do with it.” Penelope said strongly. “You have the right to do what you want but I don’t want to hear about it or be a part of it.”

“Okay.” Clementine mumbled.

“Okay.” Penelope agreed flatly, pulling on her jacket. “They’re downstairs. Let’s go.”

“Can we hug it out first?”

Penelope tried to keep a straight face but her older sister’s little shy smile and held open arms made her break a little and she walked into her embrace.

“Think dad’s gonna cry today?” Clementine whispered as they headed out of the room and towards the stairs.

“Probably when they leave again.” Penelope chuckled, tucking her room key back in her purse on the way to the lobby.

When they left the building and turned the corner towards the parking lot, their family was already getting out of the car and Clementine powered ahead to throw her arms around Daniel.

“Sweet girl.” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head as she pulled back just enough to look at him.

“Hey, Dad.” she smiled sweetly before switching to her mother.

Penelope wrapped her arms around Daniel’s middle and he pulled her into a hug as he pressed a kiss to her hair with a little ‘mwah’ before resting his cheek against her head and saying a soft, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Penelope mumbled, holding him tightly a bit longer with her head against his chest.

“You okay, bug?” Daniel asked quietly, petting her dark hair gently.

Penelope nodded and pulled back from him, “Just ready for lunch that isn’t half cold in the school cafeteria.”

So they all got into the car, the three sisters jammed in the backseat together and Clementine grabbed the phone right out of Daniel’s hand to pick the music for the car ride herself.

“Sure, go ahead.” Daniel chuckled, too happy to have all his girls with him to even be too mad over her slightly rude gesture. That was classic Clementine anyway, ready to do what she wanted.

“Pick something good this time.” Lucy demanded.

“All my choices are good.” Clementine scoffed.

Penelope snorted which earned her a light glare from her older sister.

They agreed on a little diner by the lake and got seated in a booth by the window overlooking the water. The family couldn’t even be silent enough to look over the menus as the girls were too excited to share their stories from all they had missed in their time apart. When the waiter came over to take their orders, no one was ready so they had to ask for him to come back.

With a momentary silence over them as they all skimmed the menus, Clementine leaned against Daniel’s shoulder and he draped his arm around her as they read and he drew haphazard little patterns over her arm. Florence sent him a small smile from Clementine’s other side and he returned it.

When they had ordered and were waiting for their lunch, conversations arose again.

“So how have you two been? Driving each other crazy yet?” Florence asked the two oldest.

“A little.” Penelope chuckled, acknowledging her older sister’s slight warning glare as she worded her response. “But just the usual stuff.”

“Same as at home. But here we get our own rooms at least.” Clementine added lightly.

“I wouldn’t know the difference.” Lucy boasted, smirking teasingly between her two sisters.

“You get your own room cuz you’re the baby.” Clementine sang mockingly. “Daddy’s little princess.”

“We don’t have favourites.” Daniel tisked.

“But if you did, then Lucy would be your favourite.” Penelope piped up.

“She would not.” Daniel scoffed.

“Wow, Dad.” Lucy frowned.

“I’m just saying; I don’t have favourites.”

“Maybe your favourite is the nineteen-year-old you’re cuddling up with at lunch in public.” Lucy jabbed.

“Oh my gosh.” Daniel breathed, looking to Florence who only smiled widely at him and his exasperation.

“I am the favourite.” Clementine agreed sweetly, tucking her arm around his middle. “The first is always the favourite. Right, Daddy?”

“That’s right, angel.” Daniel agreed, shaking his head towards the other two girls.

“I’ve just accepted the fact I am no one’s favourite parent.” Florence sighed dramatically, taking a sip of her drink.

The girls rushed over each other to assure her that they loved her just the same and they didn’t have a favourite; Clementine shifting over to hug her mother instead.

“You’re my favourite.” Daniel assured his wife, earning him a kiss from her and a wave of ‘ew’s from the girls.

Lunch arrived to their table a few moments later and they all began eating, the chaotic energy of the family still high as they ate and spoke over each other as they got settled again. Penelope kept glancing across the table at Clementine, how her sister seemed to be back to her usual self with the family; sweet and witty and the perfect innocent daughter. It made her nervous. She hated lying and keeping these things from her parents didn’t sit right with her; but it wasn’t her place so she kept quiet.

“Wait!” Lucy dropped her fork onto her plate to reach into her bag and pull out a small album. “I had to make this for class and I brought it to show you because I got the best mark in the class!”

She shoved it into Penelope’s hands first, the small black book titled simply with their last name written in cursive in silver glitter pen.

“It’s a photo album of our family history!” Lucy explained excitedly as Penelope turned to the first page.

Clementine leaned over the table to look at it upside down.

The first page was a picture of Florence and Daniel from when they first met, the photo taped to the center of the page with decorative trim and a date on top and a little handwritten textbox underneath by Lucy herself summarizing what was in the image. The following page was a picture of Daniel and newborn Clementine in the hospital, standing by the window and he was looking down at her with a gentle smile.

“I look good there.” Clementine smiled cheekily, glancing at Daniel who shared a small grin. They all looked back to the book as Penelope turned the page, seeing pictures of their first apartment and then Florence’s baby shower for Penelope, followed by a picture of Florence in the hospital with tiny newborn Penelope in her arms and toddler Clementine tucked up beside them.

“Look at those best friends.” Florence smiled sweetly.

Lunch was momentarily forgotten about as the family looked through the photo album together. Daniel and Florence had already seen it since Lucy completed the assignment at home and brought home the shining grade right away, but they liked watching the older two girls see the pictures together. Next came Daniel’s family in Vancouver and then the engagement followed by a few pictures of the wedding. Then was Lucy’s birth announcement and her gender reveal party followed by her birth with a sweet picture of the five of them all together. The rest was filled with fun memories from the past years, some of them all together and a few individual shots, including Clementine’s father/daughter dance when she was nine.

“This is so pretty, Lu-Lu.” Penelope breathed, brushing her fingers over a picture of the three girls at her prom from the year before.

“You guys can keep it until you come home for winter break! So you don’t forget what we look like.” Lucy offered.

“Thank you.” Penelope chuckled, passing it across the table to Clementine to get a better look at.

The eldest smiled down at the first page with the picture of Florence and Daniel outside the university dorms in their winter jackets, arms around each other while they huddled close with sweet smiles as they leaned their heads leaning together. Their gloved hands were resting on Florence’s stomach that you could barely see protruding from under her fluffy coat and Clementine smiled down at the picture, tapping her finger gently over the spot where she was.

#why dont we #🍊 #daniel seavey fanfic #au #daniel seavey

[franboos]

I don’t want to be your friend i want to kiss you neck

a vds college roommate fic

written by @gucciboner and me <3

word count: 2014

chapter two, part 2

previous chapter

Jens has been laying on his bed for the past hour, watching the shadows of the tree branches outside his window dance on the wall. He is extremely bored and totally ignoring all the assignments he has to do for school. He texted Lucas earlier, asking if he wanted to hang out but he wanted to stay at school to work in one of the art rooms. He rolls over onto his stomach and buries his face into his pillow. He supposes he could ask Robbe or Ely if they want to go to the skate park, but if he’s being honest with himself the only person he wants to hang out with at the moment is Lucas.

He hears the front door open downstairs, followed by a loud clang and someone yelling a string of curse words.

He gets up from his bed and opens his bedroom door. “Everything okay?” He shouts into the hallway

“No, can you help me?” Isa calls back.

He walks out of his room and down the stairs. Isa is standing in the open doorway, a grocery bag in her arms that’s ripped in the bottom. He can’t help but snicker at the pile of items laying on the floor.

“I really hope you didn’t break my pickle jar,” he says as he crouches down to pick up some of the things.

Isa follows his movement, “Shit,” she says. “I forgot you pickles.”

Jens pouts while getting back up, arms filled with groceries. “I’ll ask Luc if he can pick some up for me on his way home.”

They walk into the kitchen and start putting the groceries away. Jens examines some of the snacks Isa bought, she definitely made some interesting choices, like cheese out of a tube and peanut butter puffs.

“you can leave the veggies out,” Isa says while half climbing on the kitchen counter to put a bag of Lucas’ shrimp chips on a high shelf. “I’m making lasagna”

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“I can’t” she shrugs “But I’m using my friend Liv her recipe.” She grabs a cutting board out of a drawer and shoves it into Jens’ chest. “And you’re going to help me”

He wants to protest, but then he remembers that he has nothing better to do, and that this is a great reason not to do his schoolwork, so he puts the board on the counter and grabs a knife. “Tell me where to begin.”

She tells him to “just cut up some veggies” so he starts by cutting the carrots into tiny pieces. He gets the idea that Isa doesn’t really know what she’s doing by the way she staring at the back of the pasta sheet packaging. She looks up at him and shrugs, “How hard can it be?”

Harder than they both expected. Isa almost burns the ground beef, Jens is pretty sure he added too much pepper into the ricotta mixture by accident, and he’s pretty sure they overcooked the lasagna noodles. But they make it work, they mix the ground beef with the vegetables and Jens just adds some extra parmesan to the mixture.

“So how long have you and Lucas been friends?” Jens asks Isa while putting the first layer of vegetables mixed with ground beef into the oven dish. He can see her smirking at him out of the corner of his eyes, he really wishes she wouldn’t do that every time he brought Lucas up, he’s just curious.

“A really long time.”

He watches her scoop a layer of the creamy sauce on top of the first layer and he wonders what Lucas was like in high school.

“He’s one of the best people I know,” she says while picking up a pasta sheet and carefully placing it in the dish. “He’s been through a lot you know,” she shakes her head immediately after the words leave her mouth, as if she immediately regrets saying it. “The point is, he’s a great friend.”  

Jens smiles while scooping in another layer of the vegetable meat mixture, it’s not like she needed to convince him that Lucas is great, he already figured that out on his own.

He wants to ask her more questions, the curiosity is crawling under is his skin, but before he can do so Ely enters the kitchen.

“You’re cooking?” He asks

“Lasagna,” Isa smiles at him over her shoulder, her chipper expression quickly turning stern when she notices a joint sticking out of the corner of his mouth. “Please don’t smoke that thing in here, you’re going to stink up the whole kitchen.”

He takes it out of his mouth, and pouts at her, putting on his best puppy face.

Isa sighs and rolls her eyes. “Okay fine, just this once.”

He skips towards her and places a big kiss on her cheek, making her nose crinkle in disgust and she quickly wipes her cheek off with the back of her hand.

Jens snorts at the two of them, they have become very comfortable with each other in a short time, in fact, they all have.

“Okay Jens,” Isa turns to him and claps her hand together. “You finish off the last layer and put it in the oven, I’ll go set the table.”

He tips her head at her. “Yes Ma’am”

She takes some plates out of the cupboard and almost drops one while stacking them together in her arms, which earns a loud laugh from Ely, and she glares at him before walking out of the kitchen.

“She’s kind of cute,” Ely says as he hops onto the kitchen counter and takes a long drag from his joint. “Especially when she’s bossing you around like that.” he sheepishly smiles to himself.

Jens frowns at him, looking up from where he was sprinkling grated cheese over the lasagna. “Ely please don’t do anything with one of our roommates.”

“You’re no fun,” Ely huffs at him.

Jens crouches down to open the oven with one hand, the other holding the oven dish and he slides the lasagna in. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“What isn’t a good idea?”  Isa asks who walks back into the kitchen to grab some forks and knives out of a drawer.

“Uh” Jens looks at Ely, who simply shrugs and holds his hands up like he doesn’t know, and then at Isa who points a knife at him and says, “fine don’t tell me.”

They hear the front door open and shut and the footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Jens I bought your pickles,” Lucas says, appearing in the kitchen doorway with a big jar of pickles in his hands.

Jens feels the corners of his mouth turn up, not only because of the pickles that he has been craving all day, but because Lucas looks really cute in his too-big jeans that are torn at the knees and covered in splashes of paint. He’s wearing the red flannel he only wears when he’s paining and his, usually perfectly styled hair hangs messily on his forehead, Jens thinks he might like it better that way.

Lucas stops dead in his tracks, mouth slightly hanging open as he scans the kitchen. “What the fuck happened here?”

Jens looks around, only now noticing how big of a mess they made of the small kitchen. There were red splashes of tomato sauce all over the white tiles of the wall, bell pepper seeds and cheese covering the ground as well as all the dishes and ingredients scattered across the kitchen counter.

Isa closes the cutlery drawer with her hip, “Jens and I made lasagna,” she sticks her tongue out at him while moving past him.

“You couldn’t have done that without making a mess?”

Jens steps towards him and takes the pickle jar out of his hands. “Don’t be ungrateful Luc,” he twists the jar open, making it pop. “I cooked dinner for you and all you do is scold at me?” He’s teasing Lucas but the look on Lucas’face tells him that he doesn’t quite understand that Jens is doing so.

“I’m teasing you Luc,” He tells him, to which Lucas shakes his head, making the curls bounce off his forehead.

Jens shakes the juice off a pickle and entirely stuffs it in his mouth, barely chewing before swallowing it. “Besides,” He gestures to Ely who is still sitting on the kitchen counter, completely zoned out. “we’ll just make him clean the kitchen.”

“Yeah right,” Lucas laughs.

This time Jens picks two pickles out of the jar and puts them in his mouth at the same time. “Hmmm,” he points to the jar and swallows. “These are so good.”

Lucas stares at him, his nose wrinkled up and he clearly mouths the word “ew.”

“What?” Jens puts his hand on his chest, acting like he’s offended, “do you have anything against pickles?”  

“Well,” Lucas sighs, just a tad overdramatic. “Yeah”

Jens shakes his head and takes another pickle out of the jar, only this time he doesn’t pop it into his mouth, he waves it right in front of Lucas’ face. “You’re going to eat one.” He says and Lucas ducks his head back when Jens tries to push the pickle into his mouth.

“Jens stop” He laughs as he grabs ahold of Jens’ arm with both his hands.

Jens puts the jar on the counter next to him and uses his free hand to hold onto Lucas shoulder as he tries to squirm his arm out of Lucas’ hold.

“Just try one”

“Okay fine,” Lucas drops his arm and Jens almost misses the firm grasp around his arm.

Lucas opens his mouth and Jens feeds him the pickle. He can’t stop the smile from spreading on his face as he watches Lucas slowly chew with a questionable look on his face.

“And?” he asks once Lucas swallows.

Lucas nods his head slowly with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve never tasted such a good pickle, Jens.”

He’s mocking him, Jens knows he is, but he doesn’t really care.

After that, they have to wait a while for the lasagna to cook. Lucas cleans himself up first, although he doesn’t entirely get the red paint off his hands, before joining Jens, Isa and Ely on the couches in the living room.  Ely is laying with his feet in Isa’s lap and keeps telling her how her hair reminds him of his favourite cheese to which she just quietly nods along while patting his shin. Lucas tells Jens about the painting he’s working on, a big portrait of his mother with bright yellow, orange and red tones. He tells him about this new technique his trying, something with a palette knife, Jens doesn’t entirely understand it but Lucas beams while talking about it so Jens listens and makes small comments here and there to let him know that he listens.

After about twenty minutes or so Isa takes the lasagna out of the oven and Jens calls Friso and Annabell into the living room to join them. They all sit down at the dining table together, except Friso who’s grabbing some glasses that Isa forgot to put on the table.

“Hold up,” Isa says, stopping Ely from taking a bite. “You guys better like it, because Jens and I put our heart and soul into this fucking lasagna.”

“That explains why you two totally neglected the state of our kitchen,” Friso huffs while handing everyone a glass.

Lucas hums while gulping down a bite, “Yeah don’t expect any of us to clean that up.”

“I’m definitely not doing any dishes do you know how gross that is?” Annabell chimes in.

“Fine,” Jens grumbles. “I’ll do it.”

He doesn’t complain though, when Lucas joins him in the kitchen after they’re finished eating and slips on a pair of cleaning gloves.

“You’re helping me?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Lucas smiles softly. “You cooked me dinner after all.”

When Jens’ stomach only flutters slightly, he doesn’t think much of it.

#some more roommate interactions #bc we love that #I don't want to be you friend I want to kiss your neck #wtfock #skam nl #van der stoffels #vds #fic

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The Baby Race Chapter 5: Gray and Juvia’s Wedding

Masterlist

Warnings: Some implied smut. 

Relationships: Gruvia, Nalu, Gajevy, Jerza.

Summary: It’s Gray and Juvia’s Wedding Day! And it’s full of love and other surprises too! 

A/N: I'm sorry this was so late! I got caught up doing other stuff and forgot about this series for three months! But I'm hoping this chapter will be good enough to make up for it's lateness!

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Natsu groans as sunlight hits his face in the morning. He felt something was off and he turned on his side and noticed that Lucy was missing. He got up out of bed, wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs and made his way downstairs to find Lucy cooking in the kitchen. Her hair was up in a bun and she was wearing one of his short sleeve t-shirts. Natsu quietly came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She tenses a bit in surprise, but she quickly remembers that it's him and calms down, relaxing in his hold and leaning against his bare chest.

"Good morning Lucy." He mumbles into her hair.

"Good morning Natsu." Lucy replies softly. "Did the smell of breakfast wake you up?"

"Actually it wasn't the smell of food but the absence of yours that woke me up." Natsu says.

Lucy blushes before Natsu looks over her shoulder to see what she's making.

"So why are you making pancakes so early in the morning?" Natsu asks.

"Because today is a big day remember?" Lucy reminds him.

"It is?" Natsu asks. "I don't remember having anything big planned for us today."

Lucy giggles from Natsu's ignorance.

"You were at Gray's bachelor party last night you big dummy! You should know what's going on today!" Lucy cheerfully reminds him.

Natsu looks stumped for a minute but then his face lights up when he remembers.

"Oh! It's Gray and Juvia's wedding today!" Natsu exclaims.

"Yep! And since I have some extra cash now that I don't have to pay rent anymore, I can spend as much as I want on food for the three of us." Lucy explains.

Natsu gasps softly and he gets a serious look on his face. He ran his hands along Lucy's lower-belly.

"Three of us?" He asks.

"Yeah..." Lucy says, confused by his tone and she looks over his shoulder to look at his face. "You, me, and Happy." She clarifies.

"Oh!" Natsu says and scratches the back of his head. "Right. I forgot about him for a second."

Lucy arches an eyebrow and returns to flipping the pancakes.

"I hope you can pull your head out of the clouds soon. Right after breakfast we need to go help Gray and Juvia get ready." Lucy reminds him.

"If I pull my head out of the clouds can I put it in-between your legs?" Natsu asks.

Lucy gasps and almost drops her spatula from Natsu's dirty comment.

"Natsu!" She exclaims and gasps when she feels Natsu's hands against her skin under her shirt.

"N-Natsu, w-we don't...have time." She breathlessly protests as Natu's hands started to get grabby.

"I can make it quick." He mumbles against her neck where he left her tender kisses.

"But then we'll burn breakfast." Lucy giggles.

"I can still eat it if it's burnt." Natsu reminds her.

Lucy was about to protest but then his mouth found that sensitive spot on her neck and she caved.

"Fine. You win you lustful animal, now make it quick." She moans.

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After the little escapade that morning Lucy was in her blue bridesmaid gown with the other Fairy Tail ladies helping Juvia get ready for the ceremony.

Erza, the maid of honor, took her role seriously and made sure that everything was perfect down to the last detail. That's why Juvia picked Erza for this role, she wanted this day that she's been dreaming of since she met Gray to be perfect and Erza would definitely make sure of that. While Juvia stood on the fitting stage in her wedding gown, Erza was checking every flower pot in the room and making sure Juvia's dress was free of any tears or blemishes.

Juvia stood on the fitting stage in a long, white, strapless gown with matching white sleeves that went up to her mid-upper arm, lining up with edge of the bodice that pushed up her already ample bosom a bit more, making her cleavage more defined than it already was. The bodice was patterned with sparkling snowflakes that framed the edges of it as well before the pattern turned into raindrops that ran along the length of the skirt. The sleeves were decorated in the same pattern, snowflakes bleeding into raindrops. And to tie it altogether, Juvia wore a tiara with raindrop-shaped gems in it and Levy held a veil that had sparkling snowflakes as well.

"Levy, I've diverted some of your tasks for the wedding today for Lucy." Erza informs her. "You're due to have the twins any day now and I wouldn't want you doing anything strenuous that could trigger your labor."

"Don't worry Erza. When these two birds are ready to leave the nest I'll definitely know." Levy assures her before going up onto the fitting stage to give Juvia her veil.

"You know, Juvia I was worried that as today got closer and closer that you'd get more stressed and nervous but instead it seems like the opposite has happened. It's like you've been glowing brighter and brighter these past few weeks." Levy comments as she places the veil on Juvia's head.

"Yes, Juvia has felt different lately." She says and smiles at the ground in thought.

"Do you think Gray-sama will find Juvia pretty?" Juvia asks.

"Do you even have to ask Juvia?" Cana slurs before taking another long swig of alcohol from her flask.

The other bridesmaids frowned. They were certain that they had taken Cana's flask away from her before coming into the dressing room.

"Look at you girl! You're gorgeous! If anything Gray's gonna get a huge boner as soon as he sees you! In fact, all of the guys at the ceremony probably will too! Even the Priest!" Cana jokes.

"Oh no!" Juvia exclaims. "Juvia does not want Gray-sama getting an erection for her in front of the whole guild!"

"I mean it's not like he hasn't already-" Cana starts before the other girls shush her.

"Juvia you're just nervous about the ceremony and that anxiety is putting crazy thoughts in your head." Lucy says. "Don't worry about a thing. Gray's going to think you're beautiful and the ceremony's going to go off without a hitch I promise!"

"Well then if you're sure nothing can go wrong, then Juvia is ready to become Gray-sama's wife!" Juvia declares.

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Inside the sanctuary, all of the Fairy Tail guild members were seated in their assigned rows and Gray and his groomsmen stood at the altar with the priest. Juvia would be coming through those big double doors any minute now and Gray was nervous as hell. The sound of his foot tapping against the marble floor echoed throughout the walls and it was starting to piss Natsu off.

"Hey will you quit it with the tap dancing already ice princess? It's really starting to get on my nerves!" Natsu scolds him.

"Get on your nerves? How do you think my nerves feel? I'm about to bare my soul to the woman I love in front of all of our friends and family! So forgive me for being a little tense!" Gray barks back.

"Really? That's what scares ya? I thought you'd be more worried about stripping in front of everyone by accident." Natsu teases.

"I would be if you didn't take care of that problem for me." Gray reminds them. "How did you do that by the way?"

"I lined the inside of your tux with double sided tape." Happy says and holds up a roll as he floats overhead. "There's no way you'll be able to take it off now that it's stuck to your skin!"

"Well yeah that's helpful for now but how am I supposed to take it off for my wedding night?" Gray asks and Happy sulks.

"Whoops. Natsu and I didn't think of that." Happy says sheepishly.

"You imbeciles!" Gray scolds them.

"That's enough you two." Lyon says. "The bride will be coming any minute, and I doubt she'll want to walk down the aisle to the sound of you two arguing."

"What the hell are you even doing here anyway Lyon?" Natsu asks. "Did you come here for one last chance to steal Juvia away from Gray?"

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it." Lyon says. "That would be horribly rude to my dear friend Gray, especially since I am his best man."

Natsu scoffs.

"You ain't the best man here! I could take you down in three punches right now if I wasn't so terrified of what Erza said she would do to me if I wrecked this place before the wedding." Natsu says and shivers.

"Natsu that's not what it means." Gray says. "The best man is a role the groom assigns someone for their wedding. The best man is the one who gives a speech about the groom at the reception and he organizes the bachelor party and helps me out in any other way I need it."

"Ew that sounds like a lot of work all for nothing." Natsu complains.

"It's not all for nothing. Marriage is a very important and special milestone for a couple. This ceremony represents Gray and Juvia's undying love for each other, and how they are pledging themselves to each other for life in front of all of their friends and family, so that we can all celebrate in the joy that is true love together. Once this ceremony commences you'll see that for yourself." Lyon explains.

Natsu frowns in thought before the organ starts playing and everyone stands and faces the large double doors that were opening.

Wendy enters first, wearing her cute blue flower girl dress, and she tosses rose petals down the aisle as she makes her way towards the alter.

Then the bridesmaids enter and Natsu, Gajeel and Jellal blush when they see how pretty their girls look in their bridesmaid dresses.

But the gasp of awe was audible when Juvia enters through the doors. Everyone was taken aback in awe of how beautiful she looked. Gray was frozen where he stood, unable to take his eyes off of her as Gajeel took her hand and walked her down the aisle.

Originally it was supposed to be Makarov who would hand Juvia off to Gray. But Juvia requested that it be Gajeel instead since she's known him the longest out of anyone in Fairy Tail and he was like a big brother to her.

When Juvia finally reaches the alter, Gray's hand was shaking as he held it out for Gajeel to place Juvia's into. He couldn't believe how radiantly beautiful she looked right now. She was like an ice goddess, and she was about to become his wife.

"If you hurt her, I'll kill you." Gajeel sneers.

All Gray could do was gulp and nod as Gajeel gave him his blessing and places Juvia's hand in his and Gray brings her up to the alter to stand beside him, the whole time unable to take his eyes off of her.

"Beautiful..." he whispers to her as the Priest begins the ceremony.

After what felt like an eternity they reached the end of the ceremony. Now it was time for the vows. Juvia volunteered to go first.

"Gray-sama, before Juvia met you her world was a never ending storm. There was literally a raincloud over her head everywhere she went. Juvia always longed to find love one day, but no man she ever met had the power to love the rain. As time went on, she feared that nothing could ever chase the clouds away. But then everything changed the minute Juvia met you darling. It was love at first sight and from that moment Juvia knew that you were different. Juvia knew that if anyone was meant to be her soulmate, it was you. And sure enough, you were the one that chased the clouds away and let Juvia see the sun. All these years Juvia has known you have been the happiest of Juvia's life. Even if at first you ignored her, Juvia was still happy just being by your side. Juvia could have gone her whole life without you ever loving her back and she would have been happy, but then one day, you did and Juvia did not know she could feel even happier than she already did but she does. This is better than any romantic fantasy Juvia has ever thought of because this moment is real for both Juvia and Gray-sama. Juvia has been devotedly in love with her Gray-sama since the moment she met him and she will stay by his side forever as his wife."

Gray was tearing up during her speech as was everyone else in the guild. Gray wipes away his tears before continuing with his own vows.

"I know that I used to be pretty cold to you, and I mean hey, I am an ice wizard, that's to be expected."

That earned a laugh from the crowd.

"After I lost my master I encased my heart in ice, I was worried that if I let anyone get too close I'd get hurt again when they left. So when you attached yourself to me after we first met it scared me. I didn't want to get attached to anyone or let anyone get attached to me, because I always thought I'd sacrifice myself for the guild someday, and I didn't want you to get hurt. But then time went on, we went through a lot and then the relentless stream of your love finally cracked the ice around my heart. I realized your love gave me a reason to want to live. When I look at you I see the future Juvia. I want to spend the rest of my life with you at my side, and I swear I'll love you until the day I die and even beyond that. You have my word Juvia, not just as a wizard of Fairy Tail but as your husband who loves you more than anything in the world."

Now everyone in the guild was full on sniffling and some were crying. They'd never heard Gray say something so emotional before, and they were all feeling the effects of it.

Juvia's bottom lip was trembling before she burst out crying tears of joy and threw her arms around Gray and hugged him tight. But because she was a water wizard, the sanctuary was starting to flood.

"Hey Gray get a handle on your wife before she drowns us all!" Droy exclaims from the pews.

"Hey she's not my wife yet!" Gray reminds him.

"No, but she will be now." The Priest says.

"Juvia Loxar, do you take Gray Fullbuster to be your husband?"

"Yes! She does!" Juvia exclaims without hesitation.

"And Gray Fullbuster do you take Juvia Loxar to be your wife?"

"I do!" Gray declares while looking into her tear-soaked eyes.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!" The Priest announces.

Juvia and Gray's mouths met the second he finished that sentence. Gray held her in his arms and they kissed each other deeply as their guildmates cheered around them and the church bells rang.

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As if it was a sign from the universe blessing Gray and Juvia's union, it snowed during the reception. The cold didn't bother Gray and Juvia since they were both fairly used to it by now. But everyone else felt a little bit chilly so Natsu went around and made some campfires for people to gather around to keep warm. But he made sure that Lucy was extra warm by draping his jacket over her shoulders and lending her his scarf while she waited in the crowd of other bridesmaids to catch the bouquet that Juvia was about to throw. To Erza's delight, she was the one to catch it, and Jellal's face was bright red as she looked back at him with a look of pure joy on her face. He loved how adorable she looked when she was happy.

Lucy was partially disappointed that she wasn't the one to catch the bouquet. But knowing Natsu, it was probably going to be a long time before the thought of marriage crossed his mind. Or so she thought.

"Hey Lucy." Natsu says, catching her attention. "Have you ever thought about getting married?"

Lucy gasps and looks at him with wide eyes.

"Uh...why are you asking?" Lucy replies softly.

"I dunno really." Natsu says and shrugs. "I guess it's because this is the first wedding I've ever seen before, and seeing Gray and Juvia up there today exchanging rings and vows to each other made me wonder if that's something that's important to a relationship."

"Well, if you grew up the way I did then yeah it is. But when I was growing up, marriage was less about love and more about money. Sure when I was little I had dreams of falling in love with a handsome Prince Charming who would sweep me off of my feet and marry me. But, those days and that life are behind me now. Stuff like that doesn't matter to me as much anymore. Maybe because instead of ending up with the Prince, I ended up with the dragon." Lucy giggles.

Natsu smirks then looks at Lucy lovingly as she perks up and begins writing something down on a napkin, claiming that she just got some inspiration for a new story.

Then Lyon clinks his glass and everyone quickly raises theirs to toast to the new Mr. and Mrs. Fullbuster.

To Gray's surprise Juvia raised her glass of water to the toast instead of her champagne fluke.

"You avoiding the alcohol tonight so you don't get drunk and strip in front of everyone?" Gray asks.

"No. Although that is part of the reason." Juvia admits. "Juvia is not drinking because Porlyusica said that would be unwise for someone in my condition."

"What?" Gray asks, worry creeping onto his face. "Juvia are you sick?"

"No. Juvia is in perfect health, and so is the baby inside of her..." She says and blushes while holding her hand over her womb.

"You're pregnant!" Gray exclaims.

Everyone in the guild gasped, hearing Gray's outburst and turning towards the couple.

"Yes, Juvia has Gray-sama's baby inside of her." She repeats.

"Juvia don't say it like that it's just as much yours as it is mine..." Gray says softly and places his hand over her womb and she places hers over his.

"Just when I thought I couldn't get any happier tonight." He says before kissing her deeply while everyone congratulates him and Juvia on starting their family.

"Ugh! Finally!" Natsu exclaims and lays down on the table. "I've been smelling that bun in Juvia's oven for weeks! It's been killing me not to say anything to ice princess!"

"Hey uh, while we're on the topic of babies!" Levy shouts. "I think this would be a good time to let everyone know that mine are coming! Now. My water just broke!"

And then there was another collective gasp as everyone saw the puddle under Levy's chair.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Please comment if you liked this!

#fairy tail #gruvia #nalu #gajevy #gale #jerza #gray fullbuster #juvia loxar #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #Gajeel Redfox #Levy McGarden #lyon vastia #Jellal Fernandes #erza scarlet

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Ew Math (Oikawa x Reader)

Title: Ew Math Ship: Oikawa x Reader Word Count: 1,115 Summary: Derivatives suck, but what sucks more is when Oikawa is distracting you from finishing your work. A/N: cross posted from my Wattpad! this is probably the most clever i’ve ever been and if you notice why, i’ll actually love you forever

"Tooru," you roll your eyes and drag out the last syllable of his name. It's late on a Thursday night and this math assignment is taking you much longer than you believed it would. "I'm doing my homework, can't you see that?"

"I'm more important than homework though. School is temporary, but Oikawa is forever." Your boyfriend is so dumb and he knows it. He is just lucky he's actually a really awesome guy.

"You do realize you referred to yourself in the third person, right?" You face-palm, letting out a chuckle before you regrip your pencil.

"I know, what are you gonna do about that?" Oikawa scrunches his nose and laughs as well.

You ignore his taunt and refocus on the derivatives that leer at you from your notebook. "Okay! I'm doing my math homework!"

"Aw, boo, (Y/N)-chan. You're no fun." Oikawa pouts and fiddles around on his phone while he waits for you.

"I know, I know. But hey, as soon as I finish this assignment, we'll get to talk about your day, yeah? I just need to get this done and I wanna hear about you," you compromise with him. Your favorite part of your day is hearing about the way his teacher made the class laugh accidentally or when he and Iwaizumi completed a combination that "you needed to be there to believe it."

"Can't we just start now? I want to sleep soon," he pleads with his lips puckered out. "(Y/N)-chan, come on."

"We could, but then my assignment's gonna end up like crap and I'll get horrible grades and I can't speak to you for a while because I'm failing in school—"

Oikawa sticks his tongue out. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. I'll wait for you."

Silence brews between the scratches of pencil on paper and his nails bumping his phone screen. Every so often, you look up from your work to see him race fingers through his fluffy hair or scratch his cheek. Humanity in the smallest actions makes you fall in love with life every time.

"Oikawa, what are you doing?" You narrow your eyes as you lightly lay down your pencil. You watch as he reaches for the neck of his guitar. "Do you even know how to play that thing? I've never seen you actually use it."

"Of course I do! It's been a long time since I've played it, but I want to serenade you."

Your eyes almost burst out of their sockets. Seeing that takes Oikawa for a laughing spree and you cross your arms over your chest. "Shut up, Tooru. You mean now? While I do homework?"

"Yeah, why not?" He has such an adorable face that you can't resist. He has his cheeks resting in the palms of his hands and his fingers squish against the soft skin.

You look down at the equation you are attempting to solve—the keyword is attempting. You don't really get the point behind a derivative and why you need it to start graphing. But you're trying your best and that's all that matters. "Alright. But just play softly, okay? I really need to finish this."

"You got it, babe." He gently plucks at the strings, forming a melody as he goes along. He actually looks so soft in that lighting, just the way that the light forms a shadow onto his face from his hair and it makes his cheeks pink with delight. And over and over again, he finds new ways to make me fall for him, you think.

All of a sudden, he begins to shriek out words that should resemble song lyrics but with his voice blaring out into the void, you aren't too sure. "If it ain't you, baby! If I ain't got you, baby!" He continues on with his rendition of Alicia Keys' famous song without caring that it is eight at night and he might wake up his parents.

"Dude," you call out a word that makes him snap straight up. You usually call your boyfriend that nickname when you need his attention. His eyes come into a clearer view and they actually sparkle in the light of the lamp nearby. "I'm trying to do my math homework but you're trying to serenade me and I love you and all, but I'm just trying to do my math homework." You lace your fingers through the strands of your hair, shaking your head at this boy that you love.

"Wait, you love me?"

"I mean, yeah, who doesn't," you bulldoze over his agenda and continue. "But that's all beside the point because I really need to do this—oh." You gape at your previous choice of words and cover your mouth quickly to stop giving him a view of your tonsils. You rub the back of your neck to try to shove the blush back down but to no avail. You're completely flooded in color. "Yeah, I do."

Oikawa's bottom lip juts out and now, it's his turn to cross his arms. "I can't believe you said it first! I wanted to say it first!"

You stare back in disbelief. That's his initial reaction to you admitting first? "Well, I don't really have a time machine to redo that moment..."

"Ugh, math sucks. Tell it to piss off, because you're cheating on me with that x." The corner of his lip curls up his cheek in a smirk, but you know behind that smirk is praise to himself for creating such a joke.

"Wow, you think you're so funny," you deadpan as you roll your eyes into oblivion.

"Just wait, when I see you in a month, you're getting all of this." He gestures a circle around his face with his finger. "My singing voice, my flowers, even my guitar!"

"Shut up, Shitty-kawa." Your lip tucks underneath your teeth as you try not to laugh at your dear boyfriend's professions of love through the poor quality of your computer's webcam.

"Also, remind me to tell Iwa-chan to stop talking to you. You guys text all the time and I'm pretty sure you're conspiring to—"

Your hand carefully shuts your laptop, cutting off the video chat. You sigh, but you can't deny that your lips are widening and your teeth are showing. What you're feeling right now is something you've never felt before in your life. You couldn't be happier, but uncertainty also finds a way into your stomach. Have no fear because there is a text waiting for you once you try to settle back into the rhythm of math.

Hey, (Y/N)-chan?

Guess what?

I love you more than anything.

We'll see each other soon.

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On The Balcony

(( @fae-nights , you’ve been one of my best friends on here! it shocks me how close you can get to a person, and i’m glad it was you! i remember looking at your blog and laughing because it made my day. even before i came on tumblr, you still managed to cheer me up! can you believe me that? anyways, it felt fulfilling to write this for you, and even though it may not fully express my gratitude to you for becoming my friend, i hope it’ll suffice for now. happy birthday!! :D ))

a lani birthday fic

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing

Cameras flash, their pro hero name being shouted from fans. Lani smiled effortlessly, waving and winking the audience, just like they had been taught. It felt unnatural, of course, because they were a new hero learning the ropes.

A hand to their hip, twirling in their simple-but-elegant black dress and blowing a kiss to their admirers as a final farewell before their turn in the blinding spotlight was over.

Lani’s quirk was called Mind Reader. They could hear other people’s thoughts, sometimes without meaning to. Intense and repetitive thoughts could cause pounding headaches. Fortunately, their prayers had been answered, and their quirk hadn’t activated involuntarily once that night. Yet.

When they were finally out of the spotlight, an event organizer grabbed ahold onto their arm and lead them away from the carpet, instructing them to go two levels upstairs and go to the end of the right hallway.

It was a talent, really, pretending to be okay when they were anything but. That morning, Lani had been on a mission trying to gain information from a group of troublemaking yakuza, but had been compromised. They insisted that they were okay, but one fractured rib said otherwise.

It felt shitty, failing so spectacularly on one of their first real missions. The injury didn’t exactly help much, either. Their boss had assured them that it was okay, that failure was a stepping stone to success, but they didn’t buy it.

Shaking their head and reminding themselves not to think about it, Lani made their way upstairs, their heels clacking on the steps.

“Hey, Lani!” a familiar voice pulled them out of their thoughts. “Sisi?”

“I never knew you’d be here! I thought formal things like this weren’t your style,” Sisi pointed out. She was wearing a chic black and white pantsuit with a black hijab and a white pearl necklace.

“I could say the same for you,” Lani laughed airily, but Sisi could tell their smile never reached their eyes.

“Are you—“

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ribs are a little messed up at the moment, but it’s all good!”

Sisi raised an eyebrow skeptically, but decided to let them off with a warning. “If you feel too unwell, you have to tell me.”

They nodded.

“Good,” she smiled.

They both glanced around the ball, taking in all the scenery. Heroes, actors, idols, athletes, everybody who was anybody attended. It was a huge charity ball thrown by the #1 Hero himself, Endeavor. “By the way, have you seen him?”

“Seen who?” Lani blinked.

“Endeavor!” she answered, sounding a little exasperated as she attempted to peer over the guests. Her height definitely wasn’t helping. “..or even Todoroki.”

“You mean you didn’t follow him here?” it came out as a snicker, and Sisi narrowed her eyes.

“No, you dummy,” her tone was annoyed, bordering on teasing. “I need him to sponsor my new support item.”

“What are you waiting for them? Go find the Todorokis,” Lani nudged the girl with their hip— a big mistake. Pain shot up their ribs, causing them to suck in a sharp breath.

“Hey, are you sure you’re—“

“Miss Sisi,” a hand tapped her wrist, interrupting their conversation. It was Endeavor’s son himself, Todoroki Shouto.

“Uhm, hi,” her nose scrunched up at the contact. Sisi waved awkwardly at him. “Did you want anything? Or did you just come to say hello?”

“My father requested your presence,” he replied, fidgeting with the cuff on the sleeve of his tuxedo. He’s styled his hair, it’s all pushed back and tousled with a lock of red falling in front of his blue eye.

“Is that so?” Lani grinned, knowing what that meant for their friend. “I’ve kept you long enough, Sis, go chase the bag!”

“But I don’t want to leave you alone..” she bit her lip, feeling guilty.

“I can come back at a later time, if that’s okay—“

“No!” they shook their head, “both of you, go, right now.”

Todoroki glanced at Sisi, who let out a defeated sigh. She frowned, stared at them like she had something serious she wanted to say, but chose not to, and shook her head. “Your table is by ours,” She straightened her posture, and pointed towards the front of the room, near the stage.

“I got it,” Lani quipped. “Have fun with Icy Hot!”

Sisi stuck out her tongue playfully, and linked arms with Todoroki, who lead her out of Lani’s sight.

It took them twenty-five minutes to find their table. Twenty-five. Almost half an hour of fans dragging their arms for a quick selfie or autograph, saying things like “I love you!” and “You’re so much more stunning in real life!”

“Finally,” they sighed, collapsing in their assigned seat, the weight taken off of their aching feet. They grabbed a shrimp cocktail from someone else sitting in front of them at that table. Shindo Yo.

“Do you know how long it took for me to get those?” Shindo scoffed, his eyebrows scrunching up at his long-time friend.

“Sorry,” Lani mumbled, “I’m just feeling overwhelmed.”

“This is only your first formal event, Jailani. You couldn’t possibly be feeling overwhelmed already,” he snorted smugly.

“I take back my sorry,” they huffed, “you’re an ass.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he brushed the comment off. “You want me to get you a drink?”

“No,” they declined, “Sisi would kill me if she found out I got wasted before the main event even started.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged.

“Who are we waiting for?” Lani looked to their left, seeing Uraraka Ochako on a place card and Midoriya Izuku diagonally across from them, next to Shindo’s seat.

“Deku and Uravity swapped over to Bakugou’s table, so we picked up Shinsou and Kaminari,” He explained, to which they nodded at.

Crap. Shinsou at their table. For the whole night. This confirmed it, the universe had decided that today just wasn’t Lani’s day. Lani wasn’t entirely sure why they disliked Shinsou Hitoshi so much.

Maybe it was their first conversation that turned them off; he was blunt and apathetic, and when Lani had tried to be friendly on the first day, he only returned the gesture with a hard stare before turning away. Which was only the beginning of their bitterness towards him.

He was simply unbearable. Always seeming to humiliate them at the worst times. Whenever Lani was goofing off or having fun, he seemed to always be there to kill the mood. It almost seemed like he got a kick out of it.

“On second thought,” Lani groaned, “get me a drink.”

“Say please, bitch.”

“You offered!” they argued. Shindo raised an eyebrow, and Lani knew that he was going to wait until they said please.

“Please.”

“Awh, it’s no problem then!” he smiled evilly.

“You’re a—“

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked, standing up from his seat, “don’t make me get you a drink just to dump it on you.”

That shut them up quickly. There was no way they’d allow Shindo to ruin the dress they had got for this specific night.

A while after Shindo’s leave, a large hand clapped down on their shoulder. Lani winced. It was Kaminari, looking down on them with a lopsided grin. “Hey there, beautiful.”

Although they appreciated the compliment, they groaned. “Just sit down, Kami.”

And he did sit. In Midoriya’s assigned seat.

“No no no,” Lani fake smiled, patting the seat next to them, “sit next to me.”

“No offence, but I’m not being the woman. Hitoshi can be the woman.”

Thrown off by the extremely childish comment, Lani opened their mouth, unsure what to say. Until he arrived.

“I guess this is my seat then,” Shinsou pulled back the chair. His deep voice boomed in their ears. Lani had to bite their lip to avoid making a face. Trying to ignore his existence, they begin to make conversation with Kaminari.

“So, uhm.. why did you guys swap with Deku and Uravity?” Lani made eye contact with Kaminari, making it clear that they were talking to him.

“I don’t know, I think Midoriya wanted to talk to Kacchan about something..” Kaminari answered, “I’m relieved, though. We were the only people without dates.”

“Please,” Lani snickered, “you two make a great couple.”

“Ew, take that back,” Kaminari said defensively, crossing his arms.

Shinsou sighed at their banter, making his annoyance incredibly clear. Lani rolled their eyes. Mood killer.

“I heard you got into a fight with a couple of Yakuza,” Kaminari leans into the table, “that’s badass!”

“Thank you!” Lani exaggerated. “Someone who understands my excellence!”

Shinsou squinted his eyes in concern, “are you okay?” he grabbed their elbow gently, and leaned closer, sending a shiver down their spine. Lani stared at him wide-eyed, shocked that he’d actually touched them. He let go of their arm.

“O-okay?” Lani mentally kicked themselves for stuttering. Damn it.

“The fight with the yakuza?” he searched their face, looking for a scar or a bruise or some sign of the fight. He’d never find it under all the concealer, though.

“I’m fine,” they recollected themselves.

He sighed yet again, “stop being stubborn.”

“Stop being annoying,” Lani shot back without missing a beat.

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow. The remark took him by surprise.

Lani glared at him, “you heard me. I’m a pro hero. Risking my life is part of the job.”

“Being reckless isn’t,” he clenched his jaw, “your quirk is more suited to stealth situations, and you know—“

“I can handle myself just fine. I’m okay now, aren’t I?”

“You have a broken rib.”

“Fractured rib, actually. And I got two teeth pulled out.”

“Did you just say two—“

He was cut off by the dimming lights. Endeavor awkwardly struts on stage, telling everyone to take their seats and settle down. Lani can practically feel the holes Shinsou’s burning into their back.

Suddenly, their ears started blaring. Incoherent words rushed through their brain, washing out their own thoughts. Shit, their quirk activated. Lani’s eyes stung, and their breathing became uneven. They didn’t know what to do, because they couldn’t even think.

“..so please, enjoy your night,” Endeavor finished, and the room erupted in clapping noises. The lights on the stage were flickering. Everything seemed to be adding on to their migraine.

Lani got up, their body wobbling, and walked away, weaving through the tables to get back out into the hallway. It’s relatively empty, and the lack of people meant less unwanted thoughts in their head.

They looked around, only seeing a few workers taking a break on their phones. The sight made them realize that they had forgotten their on phone on the table. How utterly inconvenient.

Lani took a deep, steady breath—not too deep, on account of their ribs, and sighed it out as gently as they could. Their quirk had never bothered them that much since they became a pro hero, but then again, they’ve also never attended a ball.

“Follow me,” Shinsou said, walking past them and dropping their phone on the floor in front of them. When they blinked in surprise, seeming to be frozen in place, he glanced back. “Come on.”

Lani hastily picked up their phone, inspecting it to see if it had been damaged from the drop. They sighed and decided against telling him off for being careless with their phone. Being the bigger person is hard.

They followed him quietly upstairs, going to the third floor. He lead them down the hall and slid open a door, leading to the balcony.

“Why would you take me here?” Lani asked, confused.

“You, uhm.. you looked like you needed a breather,” Shinsou averted his gaze, resting his elbows on the furnace of the balcony.

“Oh,” they replied, not really sure what to say. Their number one enemy is being.. soft. It was a weird feeling. One that Lani did not want to admit that they enjoyed.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.. I’m sorry I was being an ass about it.”

“Yeah, okay. It’s cool.”

“Thanks,” they added under their breath, hoping that the purple-haired insomniac would hear it.

“Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?” he raised an eyebrow playfully.

“You’re a jerk.”

Shinsou chuckled, a low, deep sound that vibrated in his chest. “Sorry, couldn’t help it.”

Although he had just been teasing them, Lani had begun to relax in his presence and take in the scenery outside. The sun fell asleep, shielded behind three sloping, blue mountains, each smaller but tougher than the one before. The trees were strong, black soldiers, standing in an unmoving row. The faded music from the dance floor serving as some sort of lullaby, if that were the right word for it.

The Todoroki’s sure knew how to throw a party, that was for sure.

“So.. how has your night been?”

“Annoying,” he replied bitterly, causing Lani to stifle a giggle. “Don’t laugh at my misfortune.”

“Sorry, sorry,” they said in between more laughs, “do you want to talk about it?”

“I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t *hate* you,” Lani emphasized.

“Wow, I feel so much better now, darling. Thanks for the support,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Relax,” they replied, “As I was saying. I’ve never hated you.”

“Is that so?”

“I never said I liked you. I just said that I never hated you.”

Shinsou laughed once again. It was a sound that Lani could get used to.

“Then how about I redeem myself?” he offered. Was he serious?

“And how would you do that?” Lani entertained the idea, anything was better than going back to the ball room.

The brainwashing hero pondered in thought. “How would you want me to?”

“Don’t turn this back on me!” they protested. He shrugged. “Was worth a try.”

Lani paused for a moment, and then quietly sucked in a breath, “A date.”

“What?”

“I said what I said,” they crossed their arms.

He recovered from his shock, smirking down at them. “Of course. I think I do owe you that much.”

“Yeah, you do.”

He clicked his tongue at the snarky reply, “Brat.”

“Asshat.”

“Dum—“

“Don’t make me take back that date,” Lani threatened teasingly.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I really would~” they sing-songed. A moment passed, his lack of reply causing Lani to avert their gaze from the sunset to his piercing eyes.

He grabbed their face with one hand, gently stroking his thumb from their cheek to their jawline. “Can I—“

“Yeah,” Lani replied breathlessly.

And with that consent, Shinsou pulled them in closer. Time stopped when his lips met theirs, but the flutter only intensified. Lani’s heart pounded in their chest as their knees got wobbly again, but this time, it wasn’t from the pain of their quirk.

He pulled away, his eyes immediately finding theirs again. “That.. that was—“

“Yeah,” Lani agreed, sparing him the embarrassment, much to his relief.

“So-“

“Can-“

They both stared at each other for a moment, and then burst out in a fit of laughter.

“You can go first, Shinsou.”

“I was going to ask.. how about that date?” he bit his lip bashfully. It was out of character, yes, but extremely cute.

“Right now?”

“We both don’t want to be here,” he pointed out, “I bet I can give you a much better time.”

Lani thought it over. He was right. There wasn’t much they wanted to do at the ball, and they had already made their appearance for the media.

“Sure,” they nodded, “we can go.”

He smiled. A genuine one, too. Not his usual shit-eating grin that made Lani want to slap him.

“Okay.. great.”

“Great.”

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