#you tell them jules! :D

[elliesmistress]

EPISODE 1: PILOT

WARNINGS: 18+, heavy drug usage (cocaine, weed, alcohol, etc), oral sex (R, E, D, A, ETC), tribbing, overdoses (reader), mentions of overdoses, angst, EVERYONE WILL BE IN COLLEGE AS EUPHORIA IS SET IN HIGHSCHOOL!, mentions of self harm, Jules will be transgender (same in the show, except sex won't be with her), shoplifting, mentions of death, NATE and his family will most likely be left out of this completely and set with new characters that are less toxic, dealer!ellie (sometimes), drug deals, swearing, less abusive relationships but still toxic, mentions of rehab, rehab (detox), death, degradation, toxic sex, rough sex, strap usage, strap sucking, mentioning of 9/11, lmk if I missed anything please!

a/n: this will be VERY similar to Euphoria, you will be RUE (Due to it being "your" story I will be writing it with 'I' as Rue talks). I just need to figure out where abby, dina, jesse, etc will fit into the story. I do know abby will be CAT very likely all the characters will be the exact same (besides from Nate and his parents) I've struggled with a few of the problems in Euphoria and I've written my own fic about MY addictions but I figured I'd do Euphoria too hehe, I will be removing the SA parts of the story because that's just something I don't want to have on my page. Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist whilst I actually have inspo to write :) 3.8K WORDS, spell checked and shit idk man it's like 4 hours past my bed time and 1am

I WILL BE MAKING A EUPHRIA PLAYLIST FOR EACH CHAPTER!

Taglist: @snowy-vee , @vqxen @pedropascalsbbg

PRESENT DAY

"I was once happy, content, sloshing around in my own private primordial pool." I am standing in front of hundreds of people who are here listening to my story—to say the very least, I was nervous. I always have been a fucking addict, and now I'm telling my story of how I recovered from this fucking disease that ruined my fucking life.

"Then one day, for reasons beyond my control, I was repeatedly crushed." I blink my eyes, looking at the floor, struggling to find the right words: "over and over by the cruel cervix of my mother, Grace."

"I put up a good fight, but I lost, for the first time, and definitely not my last... I was born three days after 9/11."

Memories flood back to when I could hear the TV going on the day I was born.

"I can hear you; I can hear you; the rest of the world hears you; and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon." The unknown man says on the TV that hearing the words "USA, USA!" being chanted over and over again made me cry as a baby. Those chants will forever haunt me.

"My mom and dad spent two days in the hospital, holding me under the soft glow of the television, watching the towers fall over and over again, until the feelings of grief gave way to numbness." I shift uncomfortably in the silence of the audience, glancing at my good friends Jesse and Ellie, who indicate for me to keep talking. A soft chuckle comes from my lips as I continue on with the story.

"And then," I take a deep breath, "without warning, we moved to a friendly neighborhood in the suburbs, to where a middle-class child, me to be exact, was looking up at the ceiling, counting those fucking numbers like I could fucking see them. Over and over again. 'thirteen... fourteen... fifteen... sixteen."

"My mother looked up at that ceiling like I was fucking crazy; the words she said echo through my dumb brain still: 'What are you looking at, y/n?'" "I kept counting, trying my hardest to ignore her. She said to me, 'y/n, look at me."

I chuckle. "I bet you all know where this is going. I kept counting, but from the start," and my smile dropped immediately.

"I remember breaking down and crying when my mother tried to snap me out of it. I wanted... I had nothing but to cry, so that's what I did. I sat in a doctor's office a few weeks later with my mother crying next to me as the doctor said I could be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, attention deficit disorder, general anxiety disorder, and possible bipolar disorder." I put my hand up close to the mic to cup it. "But I was a little too young to tell," I said in a joking tone, cracking a laugh from the crowd. "Y'all get me; y'all fucking get me."

"With this being said, I was put on medication to treat half of the disorders I had, and to be honest, I don't remember much between the ages of 8 and 12. Just that the world moves fast and my brain moves so fucking slowly."

"I would sit my fucking ass in class every day and try my hardest to listen to what that fucking teacher was trying to teach, but sometimes I would focus on my breathing a little too hard. I'd die. That teacher held a bag to my mouth to calm my breathing, though it never really helped. I remember trying to outrun my anxiety every day, looking in the mirror and trying to push my stomach in so I wouldn't look "fat."

"I would constantly get messages from people telling me they wanted to kill me, drug me, make fun of me, and bully me. My mother knew something was up and constantly asked me what was wrong, but I always gave the same response: 'I'm just fucking exhausted."

AGE 19 (college years)

"You said the doctor was in our network. How could he suddenly be out of network?" I hear my mother say as I walk out of my room into the kitchen, "I can't afford it" Grace says.

"did you see the beauty queen who got acid thrown in her face?" My sister says as I begin to lean on the dinning room table. "Mm, what? No" I say, turning my attention to her and out of my trance. "it's pretty fucked up." She says holding up her phone. "Hey, Mom, you got any tampons?" I turned my head to face her as she looked at the documents in her hand, I knew full well I wasn't going to be getting tampons but she didn't need to know that shit.

"in my bathroom, under the sink." She replies back, I swiftly make my way to the bathroom.

I enter her bathroom and cough as I open her medicine cabinet to take a few of her Alprazolam (XANAX) pills.

I would do this countless times, and surprisingly at some point, you make a choice about who you are and what you want in life.

I pretend to flush the toilet and I look at the picture in my mother's bathroom- it had my dad and my Mom on it on their wedding day.

I look at myself in the mirror washing my hands and putting on sunglasses to hide my pupils that are almost as big as my actual eye itself- I get out of the bathroom to go back into the kitchen

"alright, Jayda, let's roll." I say to my sister as she looks at me and frowns, probably these fucking sunglasses.

"y/n, did you eat breakfast?" Grace says, moving the phone away from her mouth. "I had coffee!" I yell out, opening the front door and making my way out.

Jayda and I begin to walk down the sidewalk, she turns her attention onto me and asks what's with the sunglasses.

"what sunglasses?" I say and chuckle, Jayda laughs with me.

We both make our way to the bus and wait for it to arrive, once it arrives we get on the bus and make our way to the back of the bus.

I guess... I showed up one day, without a map or a compass... Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice. And I know it all may seem sad, but guess what? I didn't build this system nor did I fuck it up.

I was sitting at a party, with a galaxy book to my knees and a line of cocaine, holding the perfectly rolled 5 dollar bill that had been rolled by some rando.

I snort the line of cocaine and immediately felt the pain in my nose, moving my hand up to my nose and applying pressure to where it is painful, making my breathing hitch, then speeding up my breathing in order to get rid of the pain.

My pupils immediately shot big, looking around—everything felt good, my mind at ease and nothing to worry about. I sit up with the most unreal experience, an out-of-body feeling as I struggle to get up.

"y/n, you good?" My friend Ellie attempts to hold my shoulders to steady me as I wobble slightly, I giggle and smile at her, escaping her grasp. "I'm good!"

I walk past people- everything is in slow motion, my body feels slow, my mind feels slow, and suddenly I no longer feel as high- I find another unknown substance and waste no time snorting it, sitting down on the couch.

I sat back up from the couch I was sitting at, getting offered yet another line of cocaine. I snort that cocaine as well, that leaves it hard for me to breathe, every time I take a breathe out. It feels like I'm breathing out all the oxygen I have.

And then it happens. That moment when your breath starts to slow, and every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have. And everything stops: your heart, your lungs, then finally your brain. Then everything you feel, and wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks. And then suddenly... You give it air again, give it life again, and that's what leaves you needing more.

I smile at the figure I see besides me, her face is blurred but she's speaking to me, I feel scared. "I want to call an ambulance" I say in my mind, "but I don't wanna ruin everyone's time"

"dude get her fucking legs" I hear muffled voices, slowly waking up. It was Ellie and Jesse dragging my body to Ellie's bed, after I had passed out on the couch at that random frat party-

I stand in a church with my hands behind my back, looking up at the ceiling waiting to graduate from rehab. Slowly making my way up the steps, I look at the lady and give her a smile and a nod before exiting the building.

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." Echoing in my mind over and over again as I make my way to Ellie's car.

"Hey!" I see Ellie running up to me. I drop my bags as she pulls me into a tight hug. I smiled at her shoulder. She squeals, letting go of me and looking at my face, pulling a hair strand behind my ear.

"I've missed you," she admits. "I've missed you too."

"What about we go back to mine and we can watch a movie?" Ellie suggests that, honestly, I wanted to get home and get out to my fucking dealer. I never had intentions of staying clean, but she didn't need to know.

"Uh yeah, sure," I say, quickly breaking myself out of my own stance. She helps me with my bag, and she puts it in Joel's old, beat-up truck, and I get into the front seat. "Everyone's missed you, dude, Abby, Dina, Jesse, and Maddie. Fucking everyone, dude."

I chuckle.

-

I cuddle up with Ellie in her dad's garage as we watch Jurassic Park. I'm on top of her, listening to her breathing—she's relaxed; she's always around me.

I find myself nuzzling into her neck. She moves her head to the side, so you have better access to her neck. I softly kiss her neck; she's always so soft.

Her eyes flutter shut as I start to suck on her neck, her hands finding their way to my ass, slowly rocking me back and forth to grind on her. Ellie let out a choked moan as she felt my clothed cunt rub against her clit.

"Y/N, fuck," she moans. I smile against her neck and make my way to Ellie's lips.

I kiss her slowly, but Ellie starts to become desperate, whining into my mouth as I refuse to give her what she wants. I move my hand underneath her hoodie to find her tits; of course she's not wearing a fucking bra or shirt under her jumper. It's Ellie.

"Wait," I say, pulling down her pants and boxers in one go. I look at her swollen cunt, slowly moving my head downward to lick up her slit, making my way to her clit.

She bucks her hips up into my tongue, I moan into her cunt, and she tangles her hand in my hair, slightly tugging upwards, making me groan loudly.

"S-sh-it," her voice is choked. "Fuck, just like that," she moans, rolling her eyes back, her toes curling in her socks. "Hmm? Feel good, baby?" I say to her, slowly lifting my head up, abandoning her swollen cunt.

"Fucking don't," she threatened, and I chuckled. I push my middle finger into her soaking pussy as I attach back to her clitoral area; her breathing gets faster, and I feel her tighten around my fingers.

"F-FUCK!" She moans loudly, and I feel her pussy conract on my finger as she cums, her fingers tugging at my hair. "A bit loud, don't you think?" I tease after letting her ride out her orgasm, and I move up to kiss her sweaty forehead. "Shut up"

"got another in you?" I smirk, taking off my pants, t-shirt, and bra. Ellie takes off her jumper, leaving us both naked. I allow Ellie to get up and let her go on top of me.

Ellie aligns her clit up with mine and moans quickly, filling the room each time Ellie moves her hips. I start to dig your nails into Ellie's back, making her groan in pain.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ellie chants from the overstimulation. "C'mon, baby, I know—fuck, I know you can do it." I praise her as I feel a knot in my stomach, threatening to come undone.

Ellie moves her shoulder closer to my face. I take this as an opportunity to bite down on her shoulder, which makes her wince in pain.

"I'm going to fucking cum!" Ellie moans out. Hearing Ellie say this triggers my own orgasm, and we both cum together.

-

I sit up in bed watching Ellie sleep, and I take out my phone to look at the time.

4AM

"Fuck it," I think before opening Ellie's window slowly, climbing out her window, and making my way to my dealer's house.

-

"There's a new girl in town I think you're going to be friends with." I stand in front of my dealer, who's sitting down in his chair. "who?" I question.

"shit... I don't know, man. She came in yesterday lookin' all Sailor Moon and sh*t. I'm thinking to myself, "You look like somebody you would get along with."

"Ah, real nice, dude. Really nice, where's ash?"

"I thought you went to rehab?"

"Doesn't that mean I stayed sober?" I smiled, walking towards Ash's room with a smile. I opened his door to see him eating cereal. He puts down his bowl and looks at me.

"Shit, I thought your ass was dead."

"I thought you had Asperger's till I realized you're just a prick." I insult him. "This is a fickle industry. Y'all come and go." He chuckles.

I ask for what I want, and he hands it to me. "Sure, you don't want to try anything new?"

"Like, what?" I asked, pulling the hair out of my face.

"2-C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT." "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, Ash."

"Doesn't matter, dude, this sh*t. Is fucking lit?" He holds up a bag with two unknown pills. "It's a fast-acting psychedelic. I have some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual and shit, but still a sense of distortion... I don't know what's been blowing up in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck on it."

"okay, yeah." I say, putting all the baggies in my pocket, "That'll be 120."

"Fez said he'd spot me."

"Fezco, don't spot anybody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him." I say, pointing the middle finger at him, opening his door, and leaving.

"Do you think my areolas look weird?" Dina says to Abby, "What the fuck, no?"

"Just the edges."

"Dina, they're fine," Abby says, taking a puff of the weed Cassie gives her.

"Fine, like, they're weird, kind of weird, or fine, like, nobody but me would ever notice what I would notice?"

"Fine, like, shut the fuck up, Dina," Cassie says, sitting up, grabbing her vape, and taking a puff. Dina scoffs, pulling up her t-shirt to cover her boobs.

"Hey ladies!" Jesse walks in. "Hey baby," Dina squeals, running to Jesse and hugging him. Abby cringes.

"Straight people, ew," she thinks to herself, looking at her phone. "Yo, you got out of rehab."

"Didn't she die?" Dina asks, and Abby shrugs.

"Yeah, I swear she died. I don't know, is Ellie coming to the party?" Jesse questions, to which Dina nods.

-

I get off my bike at home, slightly drugged up from the drugs I took earlier.

I walk into the house, softly shutting the door.

"Where were you?" My mother says, sitting at the table, Why the fuck is she up at 6 a.m.? You thought to yourself: "I went to eat," I lie. "What the fuck do you mean, you went to eat?"

"what?"

"what?" She mocks, "Don't walk away from me." She sits up from her seat, walking towards me as I walk towards my room. "You know what, y/n? I don't trust you."

"I don't know what you want me to say." It's true; I didn't know why she wanted me to say it. "I want you to tell me where you were," she says, walking quickly as I walk to my room.

"I just said I went to fucking eat!" I yell at her, "Don't you talk to me like that!" Grace says as I slam the door on her face. "Don't be slamming my doors around here."

"It was a fucking accident!" I yell out, holding my body in front of the door. "I don't care. You're not leaving this house until you take a drug test."

"I just peed!" I yell out, "Slam another door."

"Shit," I say, making my way to my bed, not knowing what to do. Every option I could do is unsafe as fuck.

Niacin, maybe. I don't know fuck, I think to myself, putting out my phone to look at the side effects.

Google

Side effects: skin flushing, extreme dizziness, vomiting, rapid heartbeat, and sometimes death.

Fuck, I can't.

"No drug site recommends doing this" I whisper to myself.

The other option is to get a non drug-addicted friend to do it for me.

About 20 minutes later, I show up at Dina's door, knocking.

"y/n!" Dina says, opening the door, smiling and hugging me, "I thought you died."

I laugh. "Can you do me a favor?" Uhm, I'm serious, bro."

"Sure, what is it, y/n?"

"Can you, uh, piss in this cup for me?" I whisper to her . "You're fucking with me, right?" She responds back, and I laugh and shrug.

Dina agrees to do it, and I enter her house to see Jesse and Abby.

"Sup Jesse," I say, fist bumping Jesse, then Abby.

"We thought you fucking died, bro. How was rehab?" Jesse says it with a genuine tone. "Yeah, it was good." I turn to Abby and ask, "How's football going?"

"Yeah, good. Thanks, uh, are you coming to that party tonight?" Abby asks, "Uhm, yeah, maybe."

"y/n" Dina grabs your attention, you move away from Jesse and Abby, and she swiftly hands you the bottle. "Here's that eyeliner."

"thank you"

-

I quietly climb through my window, grabbing my baggie of crushed cocaine, tipping some out onto my shelf, grabbing my 5 dollar note, rolling it up, and snorting a line.

"Argh," I groan, feeling it hit my nose. The same pain I've always experienced with snorting was still there—just muffled out. By this point, my nose was completely fucked, and I could hear the sound of the drugs eating away at my nose.

"Mom! I have to pee."

-

"I wish we could do this in a way that wasn't a complete invasion of my privacy." I say, cup in hand, struggling not to smile at her due to the drugs I had taken earlier on.

"Well, you lost your right to privacy after your overdose," your mom says, staring at you in the eyes.

"That was an accident." I smartly talk back, "Don't be flippy, y/n."

"Could you, at least?" Your mom turns around and says, "Thank you."

I sit down, and before "peeing" in the cup, I swiftly change it with Dina's urine as she talks. I wasn't listening to whatever the fuck she was saying... I was high as fuck, and I didn't care.

I gave her the urine sample, and she put the drug test in the container, and all of them came out negative. "I'm sorry for slamming the door earlier."

"it's okay. I forgive you. Come here." My mom says, pulling me in for a hug.

I guess... Like I said before, you get to choose who you want to be and how you want to be- the way the drugs cancelled out all my emotions was what I was looking for, no person, no nothing could compare to that feeling. Besides from drugs.

"I'm gonna stay at Dina's tonight" i say to which she agrees.

It's now 7PM, I don't know how the day went by so fast- but it did and it fucking sucked. I get a text from Ellie.

Ellie: Yo, noticed you left this morning you okay?

Me: yeah, I'm good bro. You alg?

Ellie: yep! Wanna come over tonight? Dont have to if you wanna go to the party instead

Me: I'll come over around like 11?

I find myself making my way to the party that Jesse, Dina, and Abby are going to.

Jesse and Dina have fucked off somewhere else, probably making out or fucking, and you find yourself next to Abby.

"How was rehab, y/n?" She says, breaking the tension, although I can barely hear her over the music, "Yeah, it was good!" I yell over the music.

I stand up, looking for the bathroom in an attempt to snort more, but people were already in the bathroom. "Shit," I think to myself, not paying attention to where I'm walking, accidentally bumping into this lady.

"fuck!" I yell. Looking at her, she looks like the girl Faz mentioned. "Hey, sorry." I retrace my steps.

"You're good; I'm, uh, I'm Jules," she says, and I smile, holding out my hand to shake hers. She accepts and shakes my hand.

She's got one of the most beautiful smiles you have ever seen; her smile is so bright it could light up an entire dark room, filled with nothing but sadness.

"I'm y/n" I introduce myself, to which we exchange numbers, and I make my way to Ellie's place, feeling overwhelmed from the party.

I knock on her door for Joel to answer; my pupils are dilated, and obviously I've taken some sort of drug.

"y/n... Hey, Ellie's in her room." I smile stupidly. These fucking drugs, man, I can't stop smiling . I swiftly walk past Joel and see Ellie. I smile at her, and she smiles back. "Dude, are you high?" She scoffs, "I thought... I thought you quit."

"I'm not high, Ellie, mania." I giggle; she obviously doesn't want to assume, so she wants to give me the benefit of the doubt.

"Are you coming back to college this month?" She questions. "Yeah, probably." The truth was, I didn't want to. But I knew I probably had to.

I shall leave it at this due to how many words, etc. and idk if people will like this 😭😭

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[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera -> Prologue

"Maman, Papa, you promised to tell me something special today," Lorenzo said, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Pascale exchanged a loving glance with Hervé and then smiled at their eager son. "Well, Lorenzo, you are going to be a big brother," she announced, her voice brimming with joy.

Lorenzo's face lit up with delight. "Really? I'm going to have a little brother or sister?" he asked, hardly able to contain his excitement.

Pascale laughed gently and nodded. "Actually, you're going to have both! You're going to be a big brother of twins!"

"Des jumeaux?! Deux frères ou deux sœurs?" Lorenzo asked, his French flowing naturally as he processed the news. (Twins?! Two brothers or two sisters?)

Hervé grinned. "Un frère et une sœur" he replied. {One brother and one sister}

Lorenzo's eyes widened even more, realizing he was going to have a brother and a sister. "C'est incroyable!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around his parents' necks in a tight hug (This is incredible!)

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Over the next few months, Pascale's pregnancy progressed beautifully, but with the joy of having twins came the challenges of carrying two babies at once. She experienced intense cravings, sometimes even at odd hours of the night.

"Maman, you want pickles and ice cream for breakfast?!" Lorenzo chuckled one morning as he found his mother raiding the fridge.

She grinned sheepishly. "It's the babies, they're making me crave all sorts of things," she explained, trying to balance a jar of pickles and a tub of ice cream in her hands.

As the due date approached, Pascale's anticipation mingled with nervousness. Her pregnancy had been more tiring than the first time she carried Lorenzo, and giving birth to twins presented its own set of challenges

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The day had finally arrived - October 16th, a day that would forever change the lives of the Leclerc family. Pascale, the expectant mother, was lying in her hospital bed, surrounded by her husband Hervé and their eldest son Lorenzo. The anticipation in the air was palpable as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the newest additions to their family

Inside the delivery room, the medical team prepared for the unique challenge that lay ahead. Pascale's pregnancy had been a rollercoaster, and as the time approached, the doctors were on high alert. The twins were fraternal, but it had become evident during the course of the pregnancy that they were different in more than just their gender. Yn, the youngest, had been nestled lower in her mother's womb, making her delivery more complicated.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo was staying with Philippe Bianchi and his family, a friend of his dad. Jules, who was now eight years old, was Lorenzo’s best friend and Charles’ future godfather. The two boys eagerly waited for news of the twins' arrival.

"Do you think they'll be okay, Jules?" Lorenzo asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Jules patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Of course, they will! Your maman and papa are strong, and the doctors are taking good care of them. We'll get to meet the babies soon!"

As the clock struck noon, the contractions intensified, and Pascale's grip on Hervé's hand tightened. "Ça fait mal," she said, her face contorting with pain (It hurts)

Hervé, trying to be the supportive husband he always was, replied, "Tout va bien se passer, mon amour. Les médecins sont là pour nous aider." (Everything will be fine, my love. The doctors are here to help us.)

In the Bianchi house, Lorenzo was pacing back and forth, his nerves getting the better of him. He was excited about having siblings, but the thought of being responsible for two new lives made him feel a mix of emotions. He glanced at his father, who was trying his best to reassure him with a smile.

Back in the delivery room, Pascale was giving it her all. The medical staff encouraged her, "Vous faites du bon travail, Madame Leclerc. Bientôt, vos bébés seront là" (You're doing a great job, Mrs. Leclerc. Soon, your babies will be here)

After what felt like an eternity, the moment had arrived. The first cries of a baby filled the room. Charles had made his entrance into the world. Relief washed over Pascale, and tears welled up in Hervé's eyes as he saw his son for the first time.

The medical team continued to work efficiently, and soon, both babies were cleaned and swaddled in warm blankets. Hervé and Lorenzo were allowed into the room to meet the newest members of their family.

The moment Hervé and Pascale laid eyes on their newborn twins, tears of joy streamed down their cheeks. Pascale whispered softly in French, "Ils sont tellement beaux, nos bébés." (They are so beautiful, our babies.)

Hervé kissed her forehead and replied, "Oui, ils le sont, mon amour. (Yes, they are, my love.) Our little miracles."

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The next day, with the newborn twins cradled in Pascale's arms, Lorenzo entered the hospital room, his excitement palpable. He approached the bed, looking down at his new siblings with awe.

"Hey, little ones," he said softly. "Je suis ton grand frère Lorenzo {I am your big brother Lorenzo} They're so tiny!" he exclaimed, carefully touching Yn's tiny hand and then Charles’

Hervé smiled proudly and placed an arm around Lorenzo's shoulders. "Yes, they are. Meet your baby brother, Charles, and your baby sister, Yn"

"Charles et Yn?" Lorenzo repeated their names with a hint of wonder in his voice

"Yes, Charles and Yn," Pascale said, her eyes shining with joy

"Maman, they're adorable!" Lorenzo said, beaming at his mother. "I promise to be the best big brother ever!"

Tears of joy welled up in Pascale's eyes as she pulled her son into a warm embrace. "You already are, mon chéri. I know you'll be an amazing big brother to them"

The Leclerc family was overjoyed with the new additions. News of the twins' arrival spread quickly, and soon the hospital room was filled with family members eager to meet the newest additions. Uncles, aunts, and cousins showered the twins with love and affection, while their grandparents couldn't stop beaming with pride.

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Jules, the godfather, was ecstatic when he finally got to meet the twins. He bent down and kissed their foreheads gently, promising to protect them and be the best godfather he could be.

Jules Bianchi, Charles' godfather, was only eight years old, but he felt incredibly responsible and honored to be given such an important role. When he heard the news, he rushed to the hospital with a small gift in hand. "Bienvenue, les petits! Je suis votre parrain, Jules." (Welcome, little ones! I'm your godfather, Jules.)

The room filled with laughter and joy as everyone celebrated the arrival of the twins. Yn and Charles were already surrounded by an immense amount of love from their family and friends.

As the days turned into weeks, and the twins grew, their bond with Lorenzo strengthened. They had an unbreakable connection as the Leclerc siblings, and the world was eager to see the adventures that awaited them.

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[juvenillia]

hey hi Jules! i love ur writing... dopom is simply amazing and i cant wait to see where the story is going now ❤️❤️

so i saw that ur kinda taking reqs so i wanted to ask what do u think how the 141 (+ Konig) would react to a reader who moved on from them? maybe a bit hurt/comfort yk

i hope ur fine with such a request, love ya ❤️

Hey there anon and sorry for coming back to your request that late, but tbh you request fitted my one shot for Ghost so damn perfectly that I wanted to finish that one beforehand so I could shamelessly promote it with your request another time, so thanks for your request and your love for DoPoM!! I love you!!! (that fic is my baby and I literally can’t wait to show you where the story will lead soon, atm I’m writing the big plot twist for the story but pssst)

Moving On [headcanon]

a/n: Maybe I got carried away, but I hope you still like it. Still I think it's not my best work. No matter what the reason of your breakup was, the man you love/d wasn’t happy about it. Still those men have really different ways to deal with the breakup and aftermath. In my head the obvious reason for the breakup would be that they want you to be happy, that they can’t bear the thought of the continuous angst and worry you must live through because of them. Maybe also a bit of jealousy, or maybe you decided to go because you couldn’t keep up with the longing and lonely nights anymore. Let’s be honest, dating one of those men would be heartbreaking and thrilling at the same time, you’d need nerves and patience like the soldier they are. It’s not for the weak.

tw/cw: slight mentions of suggestive content, toxic behavior, depression, guilt and more

Characters: Soap, Price, Ghost, Gaz, König

》Master Post《

Johnny – Patience/Eagerness – Would simply not stop being your partner. Yes, you broke up, but why should he leave your side? He denies the thought that you don’t need him because he knows you do. He’ll make sure to show you that you are indeed in no need of any other man than him in your life. Will keep referring to you as his significant other anywhere he goes. Will keep the cute polaroid of you in the pocket of his tactical vest. You need someone to help set up your new ikea bed in your new flat? He’ll be there in no time to lend a helping hand. You try to turn his favors down, but he reminds you anytime: “We’re still friends bonnie, aren’t we?” and he’s right. You couldn’t just shove him out of your life, he means too much to you after the years spent with him. And don’t let me get started of the idea that you’d go out with a new man and the date went horribly wrong. Johnny would make sure to lend you a shoulder for you to cry on. Stroking your hair, reassuring you that no matter what he would never leave your side. Not pushing you to far out of your comfort zone. Maybe he starts to accept that you both are simply friends now, very close friends. But anytime he asks you about your latest attempt to date someone new and you tell him how bad that guy treated you, a new glimpse of hope is added to his heart that still is beating only for you. He would love to scream at you that if you’re willing to try he would be the man carrying you to the altar in no time. But he knows you need to see it for yourself that he still is the right choice for you and he’s willing to wait for you to open your eyes.

Price – Jealousy/Possessiveness – But not in the bad-bad way, only a so much that it’s still kinda attractive you know? This man will let you go because he knows it’s for the best, but he won’t leave your life. He is confident enough to think that you won’t find anything better than him. He shared everything with you, and he knows everything about you. You’re going out with your girls, he will be at the same bar, scaring away any man that only dares to look at you for too long. You will once a week get a bouquet of your favorite flowers with a little handwritten note. Nothing more than a little compliment like “Pretty flowers for the pretty Mrs.” and you know that handwriting too well. Anytime you manage to hook up with someone new, he would be there too. Catching your glance, walking past you with a little “That’s my replacement, love? You can do better than that…” Only mumbled so you’re the only one to hear it. He won’t force you into anything back but makes sure that whenever you try to forget about him, he’s right there to shove his presence back into your head and heart. He doesn’t ask you out, he wants you to come back to him. And after a long time, and many bad dates you eventually realize that you won’t get happy with a different man. So, when you get weak and crawl back to him, he’s going to make sure to show you how much he missed you, and that no man would make you feel like he’s able to. And believe me, he’s making sure you won’t leave another time.

Ghost – Anger/Guilt – He does understand why you left, always tells himself that you’re better off without him, still he feels so much anger inside of him. Anger aimed towards himself. He is angry that he couldn’t be the best version of himself around him. Angry that he couldn’t be the man you needed; you deserved, what sends him into a downward spiral of guilt. Guilty of everything you gave up for being with him, guilty about everything you invested into that relationship, just to break every string off. Just to discard you out of his life, because he knows better than anyone that you deserve better than him. Still, he feels the pure selfishness in wanting you back in his arms. He would straight forward tell you how he feels at this point. Knowing that he isn’t the best to talk about his feelings but knowing that he has to try his best to get you back. So expect something like “I would do anything to get ya back.”  You were the only thing giving him a place looking forward to return to and finally rest, how could he give up to that? The only thing that convinces him to keep out of your life would be the realization that you really are happier with another person. And if you’re interested in that even more I recommend reading 》 happier 《 my one-shot about that exact storyline.

Kyle – Grief/Shock – Can’t handle the breakup and is devasted. He locks himself up, doesn’t talk with anyone about it. He wouldn’t try to talk you into staying with him, because he loves you too much to try to force something on you. His mind is always circling around all the things that might have prevented that outcome. Everything eats him up. He leaves your life without a trace for you to take. Not wanting to get in your way. Still, he makes a private fake Instagram account to still be able to have an insight of your life. When he notices that you started dating a new man his heart breaks again. The last bits of hope for a shared future shattered into million pieces. You were his person, there won’t be anything he could do about it. Nothing could convince him otherwise, but he sees that you seem happy with the new guy, so he learns to live with the pain in his chest. Is laying between the memories you shared and will always hold onto them. Maybe at some point found the courage to tell you, that he’s happy for you new relationship and that he is still grateful for everything you went through with him. But he really didn’t expect an invitation for your wedding to land in his mail. Still, he goes, because he knows it makes you happy. Seeing you in the white dress, kissing your now husband, it really makes him tear up, still he’s forcing a smile onto his lips as he tells you, that he can’t stay long because of duty. You gave him a quick hug, thank him for his coming with the same sweet smile he fell in love back then. “I missed that smile a lot.” He admits and leaves your life completely afterwards. Still, the sight of you in that dress haunts him at night, knowing that you’ll never be his.

König – Denial/Pity – Hear me out, I do believe he would straight up say no. Like you tell him you want to break up with him and he is just like. “Aber nein, mein Mäuschen [Well, no, my little mouse] You don’t want that.” You are not allowed to leave him, sure he is reasonable and will talk things out with you, but you won’t be able to leave him so easily. Promising that he’ll do better, that he’ll change. He knows you better than anyone and will try everything to keep you in his life. You’d need to leave him when he’s deployed, the only time he couldn’t hold you back. So, when at someday you’re out with a new guy he finally steps in. Wrapping his arm around your waist, glaring at the man in front of you. “Do you really thought I’d let you go?” he mocks and strokes your side gentle. He sees how you still melt under his touch, because he knows that he had ruined you for any other man. He knows that you only wanted him, so he openly shows his pity for that poor guy that never really had a chance in the first place. But also, the pity he feels when he sees how hard you try to move on from him. He would never deny your desire, so he takes you back and reassures you once more, that he loves you and that you don’t need to leave him. That he will always come back to you, no matter what. You’re his reason he fights and survive.

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gif by the amazing @pedropascalsx and a reference for Javier’s skin being flush and sweaty. 😉

Birthday

summary: It’s your birthday, and Javier said you could have him however you want. He didn’t expect his wrists being tied or the edging, but he discovered he’s really fucking into it.

rating: E (18+!! This is SMUT. No y/n, Soft Javier Peña, Switch Javier Peña (very subby here), light bondage, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, face-sitting, oral sex (f & m receiving), deepthroating, edging, teasing, dirty talk, praise (Good Girl and Good Boy used), blink and you’ll miss it choking, making Javier beg, he whimpers too, fucking Javier to the point he forgets English, making Javier come so hard he passes out)

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

word count: 5.7k

a/n: Can be read as a standalone or part of the Learning to Live ‘verse. It is (was) my best friend, @juletheghoul's, birthday and to celebrate I wrote her a little something! Happy birthday, Jules! Also, happy birthday @iamskyereads! My fav Libras 🥰🥰🥰. Shoutout to @toomanystoriessolittletime, who prompted this entire thing because after I read her amazing kinktober fic, she went, ‘Cielito should tie up Javi,’ and I was like, say no more. Thank you to @chaoticgeminate for the beta!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Javier was a tease at dinner—sitting next to you in a booth at Laredo’s nicest steakhouse for your birthday, keeping his body turned toward you while he ran his long fingers along the inside of your thigh, feeling his hot breath against your ear as he asked about your day in a husky whisper. He had the audacity to kiss at your neck and nibble on your earlobe while he listened to you trying to tell him about work, getting more and more flustered until you were thanking the powers that be when the food was finally brought to the table.

And now you were home, the pent-up tension leading to a heavy make-out session in Javi’s truck, which moved to more kissing while you got your apartment door open, the two of you stumbling inside. Shoes were kicked off haphazardly, your purse, his keys, and wallet thrown onto the entryway table without looking, Javi removing his suit jacket while his lips stayed on yours, discarding it onto the back of the couch as he walked you to the bedroom.

His hands were wandering all over your body as you stood at the foot of the bed, his big palms grabbing handfuls of your ass through the fabric of your dress, moving to your front and up to massage your breasts. You were kissing each other hard, your fingers undoing his tie and letting it dangle around his neck while you started working open the buttons on his dress shirt.

“Happy birthday, Cielito,” Javi’s breathy voice said between kisses. “Love you so fucking much.” He was pulling down your dress zipper and helping you get it off your arms, breaking the kiss so you could shimmy out of it, leaving you in your underwear and bra, a matching lacy set you knew he'd love.

“Thank you for such a nice night,” you were panting as you spoke, looking at him through your eyelashes.

His eyes were dark pools, zero chocolate brown remaining, his lips red and shiny from kissing, and you watched his tongue peek out, swiping along his plush lower lip, his eyes taking in your undressed state with a hungry gaze that had you rubbing your thighs together to relieve the ache between them—Javi smirking at the movement, knowing his effect on you.

He pulled you into him by the hips, his dress shirt hanging open, crushing his mouth against yours in a searing kiss that pulled a moan from your throat, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

Javi nipped at your bottom lip, his eyes locked on yours.

“It’s your night,” he rasped, voice going deeper. “You can have me however you want.”

You couldn’t help but snort, a smirk pulling up on your lips.

“I can have you however I want on any night, baby.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, a dimpled smile appearing on his face.

“You sure the fuck can, Cielito,” he pressed his lips to yours in a quick kiss, pulling back after a moment. “Wanna do anything special? Anything you’d want.” He was looking at you with such earnestness and devotion your chest constricted.

“It’s dangerous to tell me anything I want—that could lead to things you might not be ready for,” you winked.

You saw the curiosity in his gaze.

“What kinds of things?”

“Things that we don’t have the supplies for,” you giggled, playfully swatting at his chest. “But there is something I’d like to do.” You pulled the navy blue tie from around his neck, dangling it in front of him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

You watched his face brighten, his mouth curling up in an excited smile, him leaning in to kiss you hard, his hand pressing into your back, holding you against him, with the other on your hip. “You want me to tie you up?” He murmured into your lips. “I like how you think.”

Leaning back, you broke the kiss, Javi chasing your lips. You put a hand up, pressing a finger to his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Actually,” you said. “I want to tie you up.”

His eyes widened, watching his throat work as he gulped.

You could practically see his brain playing out the scenario in his head, his eyes somehow getting darker, the want so evident in his pupils.

He pulled your finger into his mouth, making you gasp when he sucked on the digit, swirling his tongue around it, your eyes closing, breathing out a fuck.

He let it go with a ‘pop.’

“Okay, baby,” his tone dripped with arousal and made a tingle move down your spine. “You can tie me up.”

You looked at him, and there were zero doubts in your mind that he definitely wanted to do this, and it made you smile big, leaning in to kiss him, moaning when Javi deepened it, licking into your mouth with fervor.

His hands moved, deft fingers making quick work of your bra while you worked open his pants, the metal of his belt clanking as you undid it, pulling the black leather out from the belt loops and dropping it to the floor, moving to get his pants button undone, and zipper opened.

You both separated to get off your remaining clothes, the two of you naked as you got onto the bed, Javi getting comfortable on his back with his head cushioned by a pillow close to the center of the headboard. He pulled you on top of him, making you giggle as he cradled your face to kiss you, the tie sitting beside you both on the mattress.

Arousal was pooling in your belly, feeling your cunt throb with your heartbeat while Javi’s tongue tangled with your own. He was half hard already, one of his hands trailing down your back to grab a handful of your ass.

“Need me to show you how to tie my hands?” He asked between kisses.

It took you a second to respond, so caught up in how his mouth was moving against yours.

“No,” you replied, the word muffled.

You grabbed hold of his right hand on your face, moving it above his head, giving him one last kiss before moving to your knees beside him. Javi watched you with clear desire as you got his left hand moving it beside his right near the headboard.

“Keep them there, okay?” You smiled.

“Yeah,” he nodded, licking his lips.

You grabbed the tie, Javi's eyes going darker, lust-blown as you made two loops, your fingers working easily to get the cloth twisted into a handcuff knot that had holes for each of his wrists.

“Where’d you learn that?” He asked, swallowing hard.

The headboard was made up of slats with gaps between the wood.

“Girl Scouts,” you answered. “Earned my rope tying and knot badge.”

Leaning over him, you worked the tie through a gap and over the wood, the cuff holes extra large to make it work. Javi couldn’t help himself, your breasts hovering over his head, and he raised his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth, the jolt of pleasure shooting to your core, a moan slipping from your mouth.

It took you seconds to have his wrists secured, the two of them resting above his head, his arms bent at the elbows with how close they were to his body.

You sat up, Javi letting your nipple go, and you admired your handy work.

“Are you comfortable?” You asked.

He turned his head, smiling softly, Javi testing the restraint with a tug of his hands.

“Yeah. Not too tight.”

“Good.”

Your eyes moved down his body, taking in the flush beginning to appear on his skin and how his cock was hard and jutting from his hips.

Pressing a finger to the center of his chest, you slowly started moving it down his body, your eyes meeting his.

“So,” you started, “you like being tied up,” you smiled, fingertip trailing over his tummy and into the dark hair below his belly button.

“I guess I do,” he chuckled.

You stopped before you got to his dick, Javi’s eyes squeezing shut.

“You trust me, right?” You pressed your hand into his happy trail and started moving it up the same path your finger took, Javi shivering beneath your touch.

He looked at you, nodding his head.

“Yeah. With my life. I, uh,” he licked his lips, “I’ve never let anyone tie me up before, so, yeah, I trust you more than anyone else on the entire fucking planet.”

His admission had you feeling some kind of way, knowing that only you got to see him like this—that only you were allowed to have him like this—that he trusted you the most in the entire world. It was almost intoxicating.

“Thank you for trusting me,” you leaned down, kissing him tenderly. You kept your face close to his when you parted, his eyes locked on yours, sharing breaths. “I’m going to make you feel really fucking good,” you said softly. “But I need to make sure you’re comfortable, so color system. Green is good, yellow, slow down, and red, stop. Also, if you simply tell me to stop, I will immediately. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Tell me the colors.”

“Green, go. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop.”

“Good boy,” you purred, watching his eyes close, Javi gasping out fuck.

Excitement was thrumming in your veins, slick coating the insides of your thighs. You wanted to make him feel as good as he always made you feel, and you knew it was going to be fun.

Your hand squeezed at his pec before you were plucking at his nipple, Javi groaning from the sensation. You kissed him again, pressing your tongue into his mouth while your finger tweaked and rolled the bud, sliding your slick muscle against his in practiced strokes. His plump bottom lip found its way between your teeth as you lightly tugged on it, making him whine.

Javi was unabashed when it came to the sounds he made in bed, and you loved it.

Your lips moved along his jaw and down his throat, sucking marks into the taut skin, hearing how much Javi was enjoying himself with unbidden moans. You got to his chest, your mouth replacing your fingers on his nipple, and Javi groaned loudly, his hips bucking while you swirled your tongue around it.

“Oh, fuck,” Javi gasped.

You moved to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment before biting lightly and tugging, the man beneath you moaning out a strangled Cielito.

You let it go, flicking your tongue over it twice before you raised your head.

Javi’s eyes were closed, his jaw slack, and chest heaving—rising and falling quickly.

“You enjoying this?” You asked, rubbing your hand over his soft tummy in circles.

He looked at you with a heated gaze.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “You’re gonna fucking tease me, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” you grinned, moving your hand down through the hair on his lower abdomen but stopping before you got to his straining cock, it jerking, Javi hissing, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me, too.”

“Never. You’ve been doing so good. I thought there was something you might enjoy.”

His eyebrow rose.

“Is it you touching my dick?”

“No,” you laughed. “Something I think you’d like more.”

He looked intrigued, wetting his bottom lip.

“What’s that?”

“Eating my pussy.”

His eyes closed tightly, a rumbling groan vibrating from his chest.

“Yes,” he nodded, meeting your gaze. “Fuck, yes. Sit on my face, baby. Let me taste you. Use me.”

“I knew you’d be into it,” you giggled.

You moved to straddle his chest, sliding yourself up towards his head, leaving a trail of arousal as you moved along his skin.

“Yeah, I’m into it,” he looked excited. “I feel like it’s my birthday.”

You laughed.

It was tricky with how his arms were, but you could make it work if you straddled his head and had your legs under his raised arms a little at an angle.

Before you got into position, you looked down at his face, seeing his eyes half-lidded and a smile on his kiss-swollen lips.

“I’m going to hold your hand, and if you need me to get off, squeeze it. Okay?”

“Yes, baby,” he eagerly nodded. “Squeeze your hand if I need you to get off,” he repeated without you asking, making your body thrum with energy.

“My good boy,” you cooed, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip. You felt him shiver beneath you, smiling to yourself as you moved.

One hand held your body steady against the headboard, the other held Javi’s while sitting up on your knees, your pussy hovering over his face.

“Sit down, baby,” he encouraged. “I’ll be okay.”

The first time you’d done this, you were nervous—very nervous. Javi knew how to calm you down and make you comfortable, plus he was always enthusiastic. You’d been in this position multiple times since then, and you almost felt like a pro.

You lowered yourself until you were flush against his face, just how he liked, feeling the bristle of his mustache on your sensitive flesh.

At the first swipe of his tongue, you were moaning, eyes closing as you felt the sparks of pleasure in your core. You could tell he was excited—licking through your folds in broad strokes like he wanted to drink down every drop of your arousal, hearing his loud groans as if he were eating the best meal of his entire life—all of it making your cunt pulse, feeling your need dripping freely while soft sounds fell from your mouth.

He was licking everywhere except your clit, teasing you and driving you wild, making you rock your hips to try and get the stimulation you wanted. Javi made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat at your movements, feeling that heat beginning to grow in your belly while he slowly and deliberately licked at you.

Your fingers on the headboard gripped tightly when Javi finally sucked your clit between his lips, moaning his name loudly—Javi licking and sucking at the sensitive nub, the muscles in your stomach beginning to tighten, pleasure radiating in your center, gasping moans escaping your throat.

You were quivering, legs shaking as he devoured you, the sensations taking over your body.

“Feels so fucking good, Javi,” you moaned. “God, I’m close. Don’t fucking stop.”

Your words had Javi losing himself—doubling down on his efforts to make you come. He was almost ravenous, his tongue hot and slick, working through your folds before he was back at your clit, sucking on it harshly, making you mewl and tremble, winding you tighter and tighter, until finally, you were coming with a shout of his name. Your body spasmed, feeling Javi groan loudly and him shoving his tongue inside you, indulgently licking your release from the source.

Euphoria was coursing through your veins, your brain a bit hazy while you came down from your high. You had the presence of mind to lift up from his face, hearing Javi panting beneath you.

“One more,” he said breathily. “Let me have one more, baby.”

You moved off him to straddle his belly, your chest rising and falling hard.

“Sorry, babe,” you said. “Next time I come, is on your dick.”

You looked down at him, seeing his face and mustache shiny with your slick, his eyes lust-filled.

“Okay,” he rasped. “Fuck, okay.”

You couldn’t help yourself, leaning forward to steal a kiss and taste yourself on his lips, Javi trying to keep kissing you when you moved back.

“It’s your turn,” you smiled, moving down his body.

He had his legs spread, and you got between them on your stomach, Javi’s head tilting up to look at you. His beautiful cock was hard and throbbing in front of you, the tip an angry red and shiny with precum, making your mouth water at wanting to taste.

Wrapping your fingers around his length, you started stroking him languidly, his breath catching in his throat.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“I need you to tell me when you’re about to come. Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his head falling back against the pillow. “Your hand feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah, baby? What about my mouth?”

You don’t give him a chance to answer—instead, taking him into your mouth, Javi crying out, jerking below you. Your hand stroked the base, your other resting on his tummy, feeling his muscles tense while sucking him down.

“Your mouth feels fucking incredible—fuck, oh, baby, that’s so fucking good,” he rambled.

Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head, taking him further and further into your mouth on each downstroke, feeling him sliding along your palate and closer to your throat.

You loved sucking Javi’s dick and the way he was so vocal—how you knew he loved every second of it. The salty tang of his arousal was welcome on your tongue, finding yourself getting lost in how good he felt in your mouth.

Taking him deeper, Javi’s breath hitched when he nudged the back of your throat.

“Cielito, baby, fuck, you take my dick so well,” he tried to lift his head to look at you. “I wish I could touch you.” His head fell back again. “Wish I could see your pretty lips wrapped—” His sentence ended with a strangled moan as you swallowed around him, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes while you breathed through your nose, loving how he was filling you.

You went so deep, got him so far into your throat that the coarse hairs at the base of his cock were hitting your nose, smelling his musk, and the body wash he used.

“So fucking good to me,” Javi‘s voice was strained. “Taking my dick down your throat—I know you look fucking beautiful.”

Mascara had to be smeared on your face, drool on your chin, and you couldn’t imagine how you looked beautiful, but it was sweet he’d think so, Javi loving you any and every way.

All of the being in control had you so turned on you could feel the wetness between your legs, your cunt aching to be filled.

You gulped, and he whined, his hips bucking up, causing you to pull off of him to avoid choking, a string of saliva tethering you to his cock.

“Sorry, shit, sorry,” Javi panted.

“It’s okay, baby,” your voice was hoarse, smoothing your hand over his tummy. “I know it feels good.”

“It does—” A strangled sound came from Javi, sounding like he was dying when you took him back down your throat, relaxing your muscles and swallowing him until you were at the base of his cock again.

His stomach was so tense beneath your hand, the muscles in his thighs flexing, and you knew he was close, feeling his dick pulse.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, baby, ‘m gonna come,” he gasped.

Immediately your head came up and off of him.

The headboard creaked from Javi’s hands moving forward, him whining loudly at the absence of your mouth while you squeezed the base of his cock, his head coming up as much as it could to look at you with wild eyes, his mouth open, breathing hard.

“Cielito,” he said in a shocked whisper.

You rubbed at his stomach comfortingly.

“I know, I know, I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

Realization dawned on him, his eyes going wide.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed.

You smiled, kissing his thigh.

“If it’s too much, you can tap out,” you reassured.

He shook his head immediately.

“No, I’m into it—Really fucking into it.”

“Good,” you replied. “I’m really fucking into it, too.”

“I can tell,” he smiled. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”

You preened a little, your body feeling warm.

“Thank you. I think you’re fucking sexy, all tied and at my mercy.”

“Only for you, baby,” he replied, his breaths evening out.

“Oh, stop it,” you lightly slapped his belly. “Now, you good? I wanna ride you.”

His cock twitched in your palm, his head lolling into the pillow behind him with a pained sound like he was imagining what you were going to do to him, knowing that you were going to edge him.

You sat up on your knees, taking in his appearance—his skin flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow, face still shiny with your slick, and dick looking painfully hard, pressing against his stomach. He looked breathtakingly handsome, your hands moving along his thighs, lightly scratching your nails against him, Javi so pent up his muscles trembled under you.

“Can I ride your dick, Javi?” You asked.

He tilted his head up, and you saw his glazed-over eyes so lost in lust.

“Please.”

The way he said it, practically pleading, went straight to your pussy, making you clench hard around nothing.

“I’ve got you, baby,” you said.

Crawling up his body, you straddled his waist, sitting up on your knees.

His eyes were between your thighs, licking his lips.

“Look at how your pussy is dripping for me,” he rasped. “Lemme feel you, Cielito.”

Grasping his cock below you, Javi’s hips jerked up into your hand, watching his eyes flutter closed, a rough sound spilling from his throat.

You rubbed him through your wetness, a soft gasp coming from your mouth when he nudged your clit, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot into your belly. You positioned him at your entrance and started sinking down, ignoring the slight burn from not being ready, Javi filling you up and stretching your walls, it feeling so fucking good as he split you open.

Your eyes were closed when you bottomed out, Javi so deep it felt like he was in your guts, making you feel so full. His cock twitched, and you moaned, your heart hammering, your body feeling hot.

“Are you okay?” You asked, stroking your hands up his stomach and chest, his skin warm and damp beneath your palms.

“Give me a second,” he choked out. “Feels too fucking good.”

“Okay, baby.”

Leaning forward, your hands rubbed against his ribs, kissing at his chest, lips moving over his salty skin before licking at a hard nipple.

“Shit,” Javi hissed through clenched teeth.

“Too much?” you asked.

“Trying to kill me,” he mumbled.

“No, baby,” you giggled, moving your head to kiss his chin. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

His head lifted.

“Kiss me—bésame, mi amor (kiss me, my love).”

Smiling, you complied, stretching yourself towards him without becoming unseated to kiss him, Javi pressing his lips into yours hard.

“You can move,” he husked into your mouth.

“As you wish,” you replied, pressing your hands into his chest to sit back up on top of him.

You’d never tire of this position, loving how much deeper Javi got inside you and how you controlled the pace. This was how you knew he might be interested in some light bondage—he always lost his fucking mind when you rode him, the man coming undone when you used him to get yourself off.

You started moving up and down, slow and languidly, savoring the way his cock rubbed against all the right spots to make your toes curl. You knew it wasn’t enough for Javi, but for you, it was perfect—leisurely fucking him at your own pace, tilting your hips to have him sliding along something white-hot, causing your eyes to roll back while the coil inside you started winding up, feeling it building at the base of your spine.

Javi’s eyebrows were furrowed, his lips parted, looking pained while he watched you on top of him.

“Feel so good, baby,” his words came out strained. “You look so fucking beautiful riding my dick. Take what you want, make yourself feel good.”

His voice had your body lighting up, the muscles in your belly knotting tightly, feeling yourself so close with him hitting perfectly inside you.

You kept a hand on his chest for leverage, the other moving to the apex of your thighs to rub at your clit.

“Yes, baby,” Javi rasped. “Touch yourself—make yourself come, Cielito. Soak my dick.”

The coil inside you snapped, coming with a loud moan, your pussy clenching hard around him, making Javi groan, pleasure radiating through your limbs.

His head fell back into the pillow.

“That’s it, mi amor,” Javi gasped. “My good girl, getting herself off.”

You were sitting flush against him as you came down, it taking you a minute to catch your breath.

“Need you to tell me when you’re about to come,” you said.

He lifted his head to meet your gaze, the dark depths shining with adoration.

“I will.”

“You ready?”

His tongue wet his lips.

“Don’t let me come till you’ve had another.”

You grinned.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he smiled. “Fuck me up.”

“Your wish is my command.”

You lifted yourself up and dropped back down, Javi laying his head back down as you started bouncing on top of him, speeding up your movements until you were slamming down on him over and over again, riding him at a punishing pace.

He was moaning loudly, praise spilling from his lips as you rode him hard, your hands on his chest for leverage, feeling sweat on your skin. You could hear how wet your pussy was and the slap of your skin hitting his as you moved, fucking yourself on him and ensuring there was no empty space between you for too long.

A low stirring of need was beginning to course through your body, feeling an orgasm starting to form.

Javi was panting heady moans, his stomach tensing under your palms, and you knew he was almost to his peak.

He yanked on the restraints, his head coming up, eyes flying open, gasping for air when he forced out the word close.

You sat down on him, stilling your movements, feeling him trembling under you.

His eyes had closed, a whimper escaping him.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

You found yourself moving your body on top of him, his cock nestled tightly in the clutch of you, leaning your head up to kiss his lips.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you said into his mouth.

He kissed you back desperately, staying like that for a minute while he came down, kissing each other until his neck started hurting from the strain, and he let his head fall back down.

“You good, babe?’ You asked, kissing his throat.

“Yeah.” His Adam’s apple moved under your lips.

“Okay.”

You got back into position, sitting atop him, feeling him so hard inside of you, your hands sliding along his stomach and chest, rocking your hips slowly at first, gasping when he nudged against that one spot that made your brain go fuzzy.

Changing your angle, you leaned back, your hands behind you on his thighs for support, as you started moving faster, his cock rubbing along that place you loved with each move you made.

The need in your body was building, feeling the electric pleasure coiling in your belly with the way you were using him, Javi writhing below you.

“Take what you want,” he groaned. “Use me. Fuck, your pussy feels so good—so tight and wet.”

You increased your pace, feeling your core starting to tighten, Javi canting his hips to meet yours.

“So fucking warm,” he continued. “Fuck, I love you—fucking love you, Cielito.”

“I love you, too,” you choked out between ragged breaths, your thighs burning.

He was gliding smoothly in and out of you as you moved, soft moans coming from you while you worked yourself over on his cock, your legs beginning to tremble when the liquid fire pooling at the base of your spine started expanding into your core, until it had all of your nerves igniting, and your muscles constricting. With one hard rock of your hips, you were coming with a cry of his name, feeling slick spill around him, and your pussy flutter, your body awash in ecstasy.

Javi threw his head back with a groan, the beautiful column of his throat on display.

“I’m close, shit, I’m close,” Javi panted.

Your brain was hazy, but his words had you stopping all of your movements, staying as still as possible, your mind quickly clearing.

“Not yet,” you soothed. “I know you can take more.”

Javi whimpered, feeling his cock twitching inside of you.

It took a couple of minutes for him to calm down before you began moving again.

You started with an experimental roll of your hips, watching Javi’s mouth fall open, his hands pulling on the tie.

You stroked your palms up his chest, feeling his hot, damp skin.

“You feel so good,” you said, going a little faster. “I love your dick—fits so perfectly inside me.” You rolled a nipple between your fingers, Javi jolting under you. “You look so pretty tied up like this, letting me do whatever I want—such a good boy.”

He whined, his hips bucking up under you.

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

You leveraged your hands on his chest to keep you stable, lifting your hips until just the tip of his cock was inside you, and you slammed back down.

Air left Javi’s lungs, making him sound almost wounded.

You didn’t hold back, ignoring the way your thighs ached to bounce on him with purpose, determined to drive him wild.

There was a wet slap of skin hitting skin on each downstroke, impaling yourself over and over again, hearing Javier moaning unabashedly, his hands clenched in tight fists above him.

His skin was flushed and wet with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, eyes closed so tight they crinkled at the edges.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Baby, please.”

The one word had a thrill shooting down your spine, making you go harder, his cock punching up inside you each time you dropped your hips.

“Please,” he begged. “Please let me come—wanna come inside you.”

“Soon, baby,” you panted. “A little more.”

You were getting tired, having to slow down to a grind, Javi whining at the shift.

The coarse hairs at his base felt good against your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing from all of the stimulation.

“You’re doing so well for me,” you said. “ So good,” you slowly rolled your hips.

It took you a minute to catch your breath, perspiration dripping down the dip of your back. You finally got going again, working up to that punishing pace you knew Javi loved.

You kept a hand on him to hold yourself up, the other moving to press around his gorgeous neck, lightly squeezing, Javi jerking up into you with a moan. You released but kept your hand there, knowing he was holding on by a thread, his body wound so tight and on edge.

He started babbling in Spanish, so fucked out of his mind the words were flowing freely.

“Sí sí así (Yes, yes, like that),” he groaned. “No pares (Don’t stop). Por favor, quiero venir (Please, I want to come).” He was unable to stop speaking. “Me encanta cuando montas mi verga (I love it when you ride my dick). Me vuelve loco cuando estoy dentro de ti (It drives me crazy when I’m inside you). Se siente tan pinche bien (It feels so fucking good).”

He looked absolutely wrecked when his eyes met yours.

“Te amo (i love you),” his tone was rough. “Te amo, mi amor (I love you, my love). Me encanta cómo te sientes, mi amor (I love how you feel, my love). Estás tan apretada y mojada (You’re so tight and wet). Te sientes tan pinche bien (You feel so fucking good). Móntame, bebita (Ride me, baby). Por favor, déjame venir (Please, let me come). Te amo, te amo, te amo…” he chanted.

“Come for me,” you ordered breathily.

A drawn-out whine came from him, Javi planting his feet onto the mattress, and then he was thrusting into you hard.

You had to brace yourself on his chest while he pistoned into you, hearing him grunting, his head thrown back in the pillow, giving you a view of the muscles in his neck flexing and flushed red, glistening with a sheen of sweat.

“Gracias, gracias, gracias,” he grunted.

“Come for me, Javi. Fill me up.”

It didn’t take much; a handful of thrusts and Javi’s hips were rising, pushing in as deep as possible, coming with a shout of your name as his orgasm ripped through him, feeling him jerk inside you, the warmth of his come seeping from your pussy.

His body went utterly lax, his hips dropping back to the mattress, and you sitting flush against him, his cock beginning to soften inside you. You noticed his face had completely relaxed, his breathing evening out, eyes closed, and looking blissed out.

“Javi?”

He answered with a snore.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, your eyes widening. “I fucked you unconscious again.”

You carefully got off of him, ignoring the way he was dripping out of you, to move up the bed and untie his hands, putting his arms down beside him to make sure he was comfortable.

Thankfully, it happened in bed this time.

You kissed his forehead.

“Sleep well, Javi baby.”

Getting off the bed, you headed to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up, and washing your face. Minutes later, you were crawling back onto the mattress, laying your head on Javi’s chest, cuddling close to him, and letting your eyes fall shut and sleep take you.

Jostling had you waking, unsure of how much time had passed, but now finding yourself on top of Javi with his arms wrapped around your middle, feeling kisses being placed on your temple.

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered into your hair. “So fucking much. Make me feel so good, taking care of me. So fucking thankful for you.”

Lifting your head, you rested your chin on his chest to look at him, his eyes soft as your gazes met, a lazy smile on his lips.

“Hey, babe,” you said, smiling back at him.

“Hey, Cielito.”

“Did you have fun?”

“You fucked me unconscious again.”

“Yes, I did, and I apologize, but did you enjoy that I fucked you till you passed out?”

He chuckled.

“Yes, Cielito,” he nodded. “Came so fucking hard. Did you enjoy fucking me till I passed out?”

“Oh, definitely. Really got me going.”

He laughed, his arms pulling you up his body, so you were close enough to kiss, his mouth finding yours immediately in a heated kiss.

“Good birthday?” He asked between kisses.

“The best,” you replied.

“I’m so fucking glad.”

“Thank you.”

“Any time, baby.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Happy birthday, mi Cielito. Te amo con todo mi vida (I love you with all my life).”

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[softpine]

Gez Louise I'm glad you changed up the story! My boy Finn has hurt enough! It's sweet that in most of the lives we've seen he finds love. I just thought of something Asa and Finn are soul mates right? For the most part they always find eachother? Does the Griffin we saw that's married with a wife and kid does he ever feel like something is missing? Wait a minute! If there's alt Finns there has to be alt Asas right? Do they fall in love in their universe too?

in my mind they're as close to soulmates as anyone can be... the timing is almost never right, and in some universes their lives never even cross paths, but somehow they keep finding their way towards each other under the most impossible circumstances 🥺 and i think baby finn actually answered your question about whether the other griffins feel like they're missing something:

"I get the feeling that my life is missing something. Maybe when I was born, God carved something out of my chest. Maybe he hid it in some corner of the universe and I'm supposed to find it somehow." // "I started thinking maybe God likes to laugh at me. Maybe he hid my missing piece at the bottom of Atlantis, on another planet, or somewhere else I'll never find it. I got the message - I'll stop looking."

at that point, he'd never met or heard of asa, but somehow he still missed him :( so i think the same can be said for any iteration of finn/griffin. we've seen that they're still capable of living their lives and even finding love, but there's always going to be this piece of them that feels just a little too hollow. any version of griffin that marries a woman is a little different because well. finn is gay. and although his sexuality never changes, his circumstances vary widely, which changes everything about how he acts on that.

for example, in the 90s verse, where we see newlyweds griffin and jules and their soon to be daughter, we find out that after griffin nearly died as a child, his parents became evangelical christians and were much more heavily involved in griffin's life. they had to support him physically and emotionally after his attack and even after he became an adult, he chose not to move far away from them, so they had a much stronger influence on him. although he loudly disagrees with their views, he still shows up to church every weekend when his mom tells him to. to me, jules is the most interesting part of this because we find out later (from our finn) that she was one of his neighbors, her family were strict jehovah's witnesses, and that she grew up even more rough than he did. so even though in this universe griffin is married to someone he's not exactly attracted to, who he probably wouldn't have married if it weren't for his parents' watchful eyes, it's clear that they do have a deep connection and they've both been through similar struggles. i wanted to make sure i portrayed jules in a positive light, as she's not an obstacle in the way of griffin's true wishes, she's a person who cares about him and who he cares about. still, that doesn't change the fact that he does feel like he's missing something and he always will. i think jules knew that too on some level...

i can't really say what happens to them after asa leaves them. it feels like it's not even for me to know. but i do know they're both proud of the family they've built, especially since they were both dealt a bad hand in life, and i hope they'd continue to be a safe space for their kids to land, no matter where their personal relationship ends up!

and..... you're right, if there are alt finns, it follows that there should be alt asas :D :D :D that's all i can say about that for now fjksjds

#i love jules so much thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about this random side character 2 years after the fact LMAO #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #religion tw #abuse tw

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Children's & Picture Books

When Aidan Became a Brother by Kyle Lukoff

Stonewall: A building. An Uprising. A Revolution by Rob Sanders

My Rainbow by Trinity and DeShanna Neal

My Maddy by Gayle E. Pitman

Our Rainbow by Little Bee Books

Middle Grade Books

Melissa by Alex Gino

The Stonewall Riots: Coming Out In The Streets by Gayle E. Pitman

This Is Our Rainbow: 16 Stories of Her, Him, Them, and Us edited by Katherine Locke and Nicole Melleby

Hurricane Child by Kacen Callender

Rick by Alex Gino

Young Adult Books

Trans+: Love, Sex, Romance, and Being You by Karen Rayne and Kathryn Gonzales

Beyond the Gender Binary by Alok Vaid-Menon

The New Queer Conscience by Adam Eli

Continuum by Chella Man

Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee

Fiction, Any Ages

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl's Confabulous Memoir by Kai Cheng Thom

Passing Strange by Ellen Klages

Beyond the Pale Elana Dykewomon

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

Nonfiction, Any Ages

Ace: What Asexuality Reveals about Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen

Marlene by C. W. Gortner

We Have Always Been Here: A Queer Muslim Memoir by Samra Habib

Double Cross: The True Story of the D-Day Spies by Ben Macintyre

The Pink Line by Mark Gevisser

The Tragedy of Heterosexuality by Jane Ward

Poetry

Poems by Emily Dickinson

Edward Carpenter’s Collected Works

IRL by Tommy Pico

Nepantla by Christopher Soto

Graphic Novels

A Quick & Easy Guide to Queer & Trans Identities by Mady G. and Jules Zuckerberg

Queer: A Graphic History by Meg-John Barker

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker

Bingo Love by Tee Franklin

Did we miss your favourite? Tell us your favourite book written by a queer author or featuring queer characters below!

[queenlua]

ok this two-act history of "us politicians being schmaltzy/goofy about their dogs" had me in stitches

Nixon Agonistes referenced "Checkers speech" a couple times, right? so i have to go look it up, and:

The Checkers speech or Fund speech was an address made on September 23, 1952, by Senator Richard Nixon (R-CA), six weeks before the 1952 United States presidential election, in which he was the Republican nominee for Vice President. Nixon had been accused of improprieties relating to a fund established by his backers to reimburse him for his political expenses. His place was in doubt on the Republican ticket, so he flew to Los Angeles and delivered a half-hour television address in which he defended himself, attacked his opponents, and urged the audience to contact the Republican National Committee (RNC) to tell it whether he should remain on the ticket. During the speech, he stated that he intended to keep one gift, regardless of the outcome: a black-and-white Cocker Spaniel that his children had named Checkers, thus giving the address its popular name.

oh my god. "uwu why are u hating on me & my kids for loving our adorable dog." gotta love some emotionally manipulative campaigning lol

anyway, later on, wikipedia tells us: "The idea for the Checkers reference came from Franklin D. Roosevelt's Fala speech, given eight years to the day before Nixon's address, in which Roosevelt mocked Republican claims that he had sent a destroyer to fetch his dog, Fala, when Fala was supposedly left behind in the Aleutian Islands."

which inspired ANOTHER click and. here's the FDR quote

These Republican leaders have not been content with attacks on me, or my wife, or on my sons. No, not content with that, they now include my little dog, Fala. Well, of course, I don't resent attacks, and my family don't resent attacks, but Fala does resent them. You know, Fala is Scotch, and being a Scottie, as soon as he learned that the Republican fiction writers in Congress and out had concocted a story that I'd left him behind on an Aleutian island and had sent a destroyer back to find him – at a cost to the taxpayers of two or three, or eight or twenty million dollars – his Scotch soul was furious. He has not been the same dog since. I am accustomed to hearing malicious falsehoods about myself ... But I think I have a right to resent, to object, to libelous statements about my dog.

amazing. omg. "pivot to talking about dog" is apparently a tried-and-true maneuver in the political playbook lmao

bonus round: learned that Biden's dog is not the first presidential dog to go around biting people:

Major is not the first presidential dog to have biting incidents. In separate incidents, Franklin D. Roosevelt's dog Major (who was also a German Shepherd) bit United States SenatorHattie Wyatt Caraway, and attacked Prime Minister of the United KingdomRamsay MacDonald, tearing MacDonald's pants off.[19][20][21]Theodore Roosevelt's bull terrierPete bit numerous people, even tearing the pants off of ambassador of France to the United StatesJean Jules Jusserand.

#lua reads nixon agonistes #wikipedia dive du jour

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[sarcastic-kaz]

things i will PAY for to have in tsats

1. nico to make a bones joke

2. will to wear cargo pants to tartarus

3. apollo to give them a ride somewhere

4. them to say goodbye to some people

5. wear the ‘tartarus club’ shirt

6. will to critisize the river phleglon (river of fire)

7. nicos big sacrifice to be some super rare mythomagic card he brought

8. them to stop next to elysium to say goodbye to some dead people (jason) edit yk what that would alert hades who expressed that nico dont go back to tartarus

9. bob. please, bob be real.

10. solangelo to meet akhyles (goddess of misery)

11. will to use his glow in tartarus

12. them to hug as they fall down

13. please show meg somewhere i love nico and megs dynamic

14. will to be completely shook that nobody ever brings med kits on quests

15. meet with cupid/eros and will goes completely ballistic

16. apollo cabin to solely refer to nico as ‘brother in law’

17. yk i dont think plauge powers really would fit canon will but its a cool idea to think about @iwnut 

18. the brochure from when percabeth talked to nyx. yes @mistresscitrusslice . let them give their brochure to solangelo. “ok so in about 15 minutes and past the empousi cave, hellhound pack, and plauge spirit home should be the hermes temple” “oh thank the gods”

19. mr d to say goodbye to his favourite demigod and his boyfriend and hand will a rifle/ak47 and go “youre shit with any other weapon. the bullets are already in the bag.”

20. hunters of artemis. just. nico acting uncomfortable and will knowing part of the story so he shields nico away from most of them

21. shelper shelper shelper

22. this ones a bit far but please get married? and will to make a joke about ‘secret jedi wedding’ and for piper to officiate it and leo as the witness because he also made the rings and theyre trying not to rope that many people in

23. will to just say ‘there is a disturbance in the force’ in tartarus

24. nico to still hate pomogranites

25. please let us see nicos zombie chauffur jules-albert somewhere. 

26. mr d to force nico and will to watch something that looks like the orientation film but when they play it its percy and annabeth telling the dos and donts of a quest and percy is such a bad actor that theres so many cuts of percy saying ‘line?’  or ‘whats next’

27. and at the end percy goes ‘well what did you learn about going on your quest?’ dora the explorer style ‘great!’

28. trogs to go ‘ah its the son of hades and his bioluminecient boyfriend’ and will to just give a small sigh

29. mr d to talk to will in private and just: ‘wheel’ ‘thats still not my name’ ‘thats how nico says your name’ ‘well its just his accent’

30. please let there be an oath to styx. just not one as stupid as apollo because nico and will are smarter than that but yk what swearing to an immortal river who will get revenge on you if you break that promise doesnt sound that smart

31. solangelo to run into lukes shoes. we were robbed of this from percy and annabeth. imagine how funny itd be if they just ran into some winged shoes.

32. yk i want nico and thalia to meditate together and when asked what they were doing thalia to just respond ‘photosynthesizing’

33. orpheus and eurydice reference (this actually can become canon because on the cover it shows them holding hands with nico slightly more forward than will and pointing to the doors so nicorpheus and willdice)

34. will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backst-

35. some memories of nicos for jason to show how much he misses his friend

36. just a fleeting mention of bianca from either of them

37. if theres a will pov make him hate percy. mans was partially responsible for both his older brothers deaths. he did shit to his boyfriend which include strangling him at godsdamned twelve years old. will shouldnt exactly adore percy is more what i mean.

38. solangelo smooch.

39. nico is the new percy of chb. think of it, big 3 kid, very powerful, hero, lives at chb, close to percy, knows a lot of people. nico is just the go-to now that percy is at college and nico is a permanent resident. 

40. nico fan club. made of new younger campers, reyna, will, percy, annabeth, meg, apollo, hades, and a whole bunch of long-time campers.

41. just to have some new campers act like ttc!nico and follow nico around like he did with percy just asking questions and instead of finding them annoying like percy did nico would answer their questions truthfully like how apollo actually did for nico

these arent in order. id die to see the ‘tartarus club’ shirt to be worn by percy annabeth or nico though or at the end of the book for will to be gifted one though and more to be added

#the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #please #tartarus club

[roxannarambles]

Title: Wings of a Butterfly, Eye of the Tiger (Part 1)

Ship: Nemona x Juliana (Julinemo/Terajules)

Summary: Nemona and Juliana just can't resist returning to Area Zero once more. They find new places to explore, new pokemon to discover, and a new things to learn . . . about pokemon battling, but also about each other.

Notes: Okay guys, so there's a story I started on but I got a lot going on in life atm, so I may not finish this story anytime soon (or at all). Burned out on writing and got IRL stuff to deal with, you know how it goes.

That said! I decided I want to post the first chapter anyway, because it was fun to do and I thought folks might enjoy it on its own. So here you go. :D This is meant as a sequel to my story Picnic in Paradise.

You were in the middle of history class and you were so bored. Professor Raifort was on a tangent about some musty old ruins she’d studied in Kalos, and you could tell she wasn’t going to get back on track anytime soon. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were sitting next to Nemona, but Raifort assigned seats to students specifically to prevent friends from chatting during class. It was ruthless, cruel. You didn’t dare pull your phone out either, Raifort went into a rage if she saw any student fiddling with their “damned technology” in the middle of her class. You heaved a sad sigh, drooped over with your chin resting on your desk, gazing at Nemona’s ponytail and wishing you could talk to her. If only you could text her without Raifort noticing . . . ugh . . .

A silly idea popped into your head. You sat up and looked down at your notebook, then glanced up at Raifort. Hmm . . .

You picked up your pencil and scribbled out help me nemona my brain is going to melt into goop if I have to listen to her talk about excavation units for any longer

Slowly, you tore the piece of paper out of your notebook, so as not to make any noise, then folded it up. Nemona was sitting two rows ahead of you, but you knew the student sitting between you fairly well, they liked to talk to you about bug types sometimes. You tapped their arm gently and showed them the note, giving your head a little nod in Nemona’s direction and flicking your eyes back to them, trying to broadcast your intent. They seemed briefly confused but then quickly got the idea, taking the note and passing it without question. You watched Nemona accept the note with a puzzled look and unfold the paper, reading it. Then she cast a quick glance behind her, catching your eye. You grinned at her and she stifled a giggle.

After about a minute, you saw Nemona slide a note onto your classmate’s desk with a nervous expression, and they passed it along to you. You unfolded the paper.

there’s only 20 minutes left girl, you can survive. we can have a battle after class :)

That did sound nice, but 20 minutes felt like an eternity in this classroom. You wrote out another note.

okay sounds good. btw I can’t wait to go back to our secret place, think we can do that anytime soon? been thinking a lot about what we’re gonna do there next.

Then you spent some time doodling some pokemon, a large tiger with sabre teeth and angry eyes and a Pawmot facing off against it, punching it with an Ice Punch. You added a Rockruff behind the Pawmot, wagging its little tail and panting. You wrote out ‘You’ next to the Pawmot with an arrow and wrote ‘Me’ next to the Rockruff. Then you folded up the note and passed it forward.

You couldn’t see Nemona’s reaction, but eventually she passed another note back to you.

jules if the teacher catches us we’re gonna get in so much trouble. we’re champion rank trainers we’re supposed to set an example and stuff!

also I can’t wait to go back too, maybe this weekend? 

You snorted, amused at the mixed messages she was sending. She even included a little drawing too, it looked like her Pawmot and your Gengar holding hands and smiling, under a little rainbow. The word Us was scrawled above them. 

Nemona was not good at drawing. You still loved it more than any other piece of art on earth. You folded it up carefully and tucked it away in your pocket to keep. Then you wrote out another note.

if you can do it this weekend then heck yeah I’m in. can’t wait <3 <3  I love your drawing. 

You handed it to your classmate to pass forward. They accepted it with a sigh, looking a little weary by now with being used as a messenger, but passed it on anyway. Raifort had finally finished with her tangent and was writing stuff out on the chalkboard, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. You were too busy watching Nemona drawing something in her notebook, apparently concentrating very hard. It took her a good five minutes, but she finally finished, folding it up and turning to pass it back.

Except she didn’t manage to get that far. Professor Raifort had finally caught wise to the funny business and grabbed hold of Nemona’s wrist before she could pass the note. Nemona gasped, her eyes growing wide.

“Ms. Sanchez, I’ll be checking that, if you don’t mind.”

The teacher snatched the sheet of paper from her hand and released Nemona, unfolding the note. She scrutinized it a moment, scowling. Folding the sheet of paper back up, she spoke in a stern tone,

“Ms. Sanchez, in case you have forgotten, art class is at 3:00 on Thursdays with Mr. Hassel. We are currently in history class, and I ask that you keep your focus on the subject for the duration of my class. Understood?”

“Y-yes Ms. Raifort,” Nemona stammered, shrinking a little in her seat, while a few people in class giggled. Raifort sighed wearily, pacing away and depositing the note upon her lectern. 

“Now where were we . . . ah, yes. So there were a number of factors that contributed to the decline and eventual collapse of the empire . . .”

It was a mercy when the bell finally rang, students packing up as quickly as possible so they could escape. By the time you’d made your way to the front of the class to Nemona, most of the classroom had already emptied. Nemona had slung her bag over her shoulder and was looking very anxious. You leaned in to mutter,

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you think she’s still mad?”

You shook your head,

“She’s probably forgot about it already.”

“I-I dunno . . . I think I’m gonna go apologize.”

“Nemona, you don’t have to–”

She’d already gone to the front of the classroom, though.

“M-Ms. Raifort? I’m sorry about before, drawing in class I mean. It won’t happen again.”

The instructor glanced up from clearing the chalkboard. She had a disapproving look in her sharp eyes as she sighed,

“I certainly hope not. I expected better from you, Ms. Sanchez–”

You hastened to the front of the room, interrupting her,

“Don’t blame Nemona, Ms. Raifort, I’m the one who started it.”

The teacher’s shrewd gaze switched to you, her eyes narrowing.

“I see. Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. You may still be a new student, but know that I hold you to the same exact standards of behavior as your peers.”

You nodded and answered quickly,

“Of course, and I’m really sorry. But um, would it be possible to get Nemona’s picture back? It would really mean a lot.”

Nemona’s eyes flicked to you, looking as though she thought you were crazy and she expected Raifort to bite your head clean off. Raifort looked briefly thrown off by the request 

but then she just turned back to cleaning the blackboard, sighing,

“Take it and leave.”

You went up to the lectern and snatched the sheet of paper up, saying cheerfully,

“Thanks Ms. Raifort! See you next week!”

As you and Nemona rushed out of the classroom, Raifort muttered gravely,

“If the youth are our future, I fear for the future.”

Passing through the halls, you unfolded the sheet of paper to find a large, slightly asymmetrical heart. It had a lot of lines drawn through it at random angles, which confused you a little. You said,

“Oh, I like the . . . heart?”

Nemona looked down at the drawing and clarified brightly,

“That’s my heart! When I met you.”

You studied it, your brow furrowing.

“It, um . . . broke?”

“What? No! It’s not broken, it . . .”

Suddenly looking very self-conscious, she glanced away. She mumbled,

“It’s supposed to be terastallized . . .”

Your eyes widened as you finally recognized the rough lines as facets to a jem. You squeaked out,

“Oh.”

What were you supposed to do with this revelation? Did your best friend and crush just casually drop this bombshell on you like it was nothing? 

“I-I-I, uhm, I– N-nemona, that’s– that’s–” 

You were trying to get out, Meeting me terastallized your heart? but your face was heating up fast and you couldn’t manage to utter something so sappy and wonderful, in part out of fear you were misunderstanding somehow. 

Nemona seemed a little antsy and uncomfortable, and she cut in, quickly switching subjects.

“Hey, you wanted to battle after class, right? C’mon, let’s go to the Schoolyard!”

“Oh– uh– r-right–sure!”

She grabbed your hand and headed towards the stairs eagerly. You made sure to carefully tuck the note away into your pocket.

By the time you both reached the Schoolyard and took your positions, students were already crowding round to watch. It was pretty much a guarantee that when two Champion-rank students were having a battle, it was going to draw some attention, even if it was spur-of-the-moment. It used to make you feel uneasy, being under the spotlight like that. But it didn’t bother you any more, because these days your sole focus was on the battle and Nemona’s infectious energy– everything else just seemed to fall away. 

“You ready?”

She held out her first pokeball and her eyes were glinting with that familiar thrill. You nodded, grinning.

“All right!” she said, throwing the ball.

“Orthworm, let’s go!”

You threw your own pokeball, sending out Krookodile.

“Krookodile, Stealth Rock!”

“Orthworm, Shed Tail!”

Both of your teams had seen a lot of action over the past few months, and you’d faced off against each other many, many times. As a result, there was a lot of familiarity, but things were hardly what you’d call predictable. You’d both made changes to your teams continuously as you learned and adapted and tried new things. For example, Nemona switched up her leads a fair bit. Starting with Orthworm’s Shed Tail was a relatively new development. She’d been using it very effectively as a way of setting up in the early game.

You were on the watch for that possibly now, as Nemona switched into her Palafin next. You quickly swapped in your Bellibolt, which easily tanked the Jet Punch. Then you ordered Bellibolt to Thunderbolt, eager to break the Substitute before her Palafin got up to any funny business with Bulk Ups. But Nemona opted instead to just order Flip Turn, and then sent out Pawmot to eat up the attack. The bolt of electricity struck her Pawmot, charging it with power, and the audience gave an excited little ‘oooh’ in response.

You narrowed your eyes, thinking; you were considering staying in to use a Mud Shot, but you knew Nemona’s Pawmot hit like a truck. Instead you decided to switch in Gengar. 

You watched as Pawmot’s furious punches phased harmlessly through Gengar, the ghost giggling when Pawmot passed through him and flopped onto the ground. The Close Combat was an easy prediction, honestly, but the audience cheered anyway, loving the spectacle. 

Nemona called,

“It’s all right Pawmot, we got this! Get ready!”

The energetic pokemon leapt back to his feet, fists raised, facing off against your ghost with a glare. 

You smirked a little, thinking to yourself that Nemona shouldn’t be so quick to assume Pawmot had this. You pointed and issued your order,

“Gengar, Dazzling Gleam!”

Nemona looked surprised, but she still took it in stride, quickly ordering,

“Double Shock!”

The two pokemon charged at each other, meeting in the middle of the battle court in an explosion of dazzling lights and crackling electricity. Your vision was bleached out from the brightness and when you could see again, Gengar had fallen, Pawmot panting and very weak but still standing. The audience gasped while Nemona cheered,

“Good work, Pawmot!”

Gengar returned to his ball; you were honestly shocked that the Dazzling Gleam hadn’t been enough to take Pawmot out. Though by the looks of it, he’d been very close. You sent out your Tauros Aqua Breed. Nemona eagerly ordered Pawmot to Volt Switch, but you called out,

“Aqua Jet!”

The shot of water struck Pawmot first, knocking the weakened pokemon out. Nemona laughed,

“Darn. Didn’t think you’d mess up there but was hoping anyway.”

You smiled and shrugged,

“You’d be disappointed if I did something that silly.”

“True, haha. Okay Meowscarada, go!”

You considered things for a moment. Nemona probably didn’t expect you to do something so silly as to keep Tauros in on her Meowscarada, either– she’d probably expect you to swap to your Volcarona. You knew she loved swapping to Palafin for that, so you decided to switch to Bellibolt. 

Unfortunately, it seemed you ended up over-predicting her. The Flower Trick that landed on Bellibolt hit hard, weakening it far too much, well past the point of recovery. With a sigh, you decided to leave him in, letting him faint to the next Flower Trick.

You swapped to Volcarona then– you wanted a clean switch for her anyway. This was also a beautiful opportunity. As Nemona recalled Meowscarada, you ordered,

“Quiver Dance!”

“Palafin, you’re in charge!”

The dolphin that materialized on the battle court was now in his fully-powered state, rippling muscles and tall, proud stance. He was a menace for your team and had often been the one responsible for your losses against Nemona. With your best counter already fainted, Nemona was looking pretty smug.

“Becha you wished you didn’t throw away Bellibolt so soon.”

You shrugged,

“Eh, easy come, easy go. I’ll manage.”

Nemona turned to her pokemon.

“Well, there won’t be any more Quiver Dances on my watch. Palafin, you know what to do!”

You pulled a small, glittering orb from your pocket. God, you’d waited for this moment for weeks. You’d laid in bed at night giggling about it as you imagined your silly plan, and you’d spent hours and hours painstakingly gathering the tera shards, bit by bit. 

Now it was finally time.

Settling your nerves, you carefully threw the tera orb, the energy crashing into your Volcarona.

You called:

“Volcarona, Solar Beam!”

The audience gasped at the mid-battle terastallization, the tera energy gathering around Volcarona and the crystals spreading rapidly across its body, finishing at the top with a glittering crown, her tera jewel: a bouquet of flowers. Then Volcarona glittered and shone even brighter as she gathered up sunlight for her Solar Beam, the Power Herb gripped in her little legs melding into the light as she charged, brighter and brighter, until it was almost painful to look. 

You could see Nemona’s eyes were wide, the light of your pokemon reflected in them.

Palafin’s Jet Punch struck your pokemon, but the move hardly even phased it. 

Then Volcarona unleashed its attack in return, the blast of energy engulfing the dolphin entirely. 

Palafin didn’t stand a chance, fainting immediately, and the students around you let loose some wild cheers. However, Nemona looked more excited than any of them by far. She leapt and cackled,

“Oh my god, Jules! That was incredible!!”

You grinned proudly, giggling,

“Thanks.”

“Seriously, I had no idea, when did you change her tera typing?!”

“Just last week.”

“Oh my god. That was so cool, and the Power Herb too!– it was genius, gahh! I can’t believe you– grhh, okay, we still have a battle to finish, but we’ll talk later, okay?”

You laughed,

“Okay.”

While your mid-battle victory over Palafin filled you with giddy energy (if you were honest, though, it had more to do with Nemona’s unrestrained glee than your victory), it was hardly a decided match. After Nemona had finished gushing over the cool moment, she got her head back in the game and sent out her Talonflame. You weren’t gonna sacrifice your Volcarona recklessly, so you swapped to your Krookodile. Nemona took advantage of the moment to get a Swords Dance off. She then ordered a Brave Bird, seriously weakening your Krookodile. Staying calm, you ordered,

“Stone Edge!” 

“What?!”

The move fortunately connected with the bird, dropping the pokemon instantly.

“I thought you were gonna Taunt! Since when are you packing Stone Edge?!”

You shrugged again, smiling.

“Told ya I made a few changes.”

Nemona groaned.

“You’re turning into a downright terror. Looks like I gotta get serious here.”

She tossed a ball, calling,

“Dragapult, time to get to work! Draco Meteor!”

After Krookodile fainted, you sent out your Tauros. Unfortunately, Nemona correctly predicted the Outrage, swapping into Orthworm on the hit, who took the attack easily. While your Tauros was still in a frenzy, she got up some late-game Stealth Rocks. Luckily Tauros calmed down soon after that, although he now was dizzy from the overpowered attack. You knew he needed a chance to rest, so you switched to your Corviknight, while at the same time Nemona brought Dragapult back in. 

You thought carefully about your next move. You only had Corviknight, Tauros and Volcarona left– she had Meowscarada, Dragapult, and Orthworm. It was a little awkward dealing with Dragapult, though. You decided to just go all out. Corviknight would live a Thunderbolt and get an attack off and Tauros would have to finish it off– he could do it, he had an Assault Vest– and you’d save Volcarona for the other two.

“Corviknight, Brave Bird!”

Your pokemon flapped her wings, rising higher and higher into the air, then fell into a swoop. From the other side of the battle court, Nemona shouted,

“Dragapult, Fire Blast!”

Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting that move at all. You watched as the bird dove directly into a massive fireball, the pokemon crying out in shock.

Corviknight never even reached Dragapult. The fainted pokemon returned to your ball.

“Fire Blast?”

Nemona smiled, hands on hips.

“I made a few changes too.”

“Mnnn . . .”

You sent your Tauros out. You ordered Outrage, desperately needing to take care of this Dragapult. Unfortunately, Nemona didn’t want to give you that chance, and swapped back into Orthworm once more, using Earthquake. The big Steel-type worm had been worn down enough by now that the Outrages managed to finish it off, but at what cost? 

Nemona sent her Meowscarada back out once Tauros’ rage had quelled. You were pretty sure it was over, but maybe you still had a chance with Volcarona. You ordered Tauros to Aqua Jet for some extra damage, waiting for the Flower Trick to finish him off. 

But Nemona hesitated. She seemed to think a moment, and then instead of Flower Trick, she commanded,

“Play Rough!”

You watched as Meowscarada’s cape shifted colors from green to light pink, and then the cat leapt forward, striking your Tauros down on the spot. You stared for a few moments in disbelief.

Then you looked up to Nemona.

“Your Meowscarada has Protean now?”

She looked so psyched, immediately answering,

“I’ve been waiting so long to show it off, I found an Ability Patch in a tera den!! It’s so great to finally tell you, I also equipped her with a– oh, whoops, probably shouldn’t blab that part yet. You’ll see, heheh!”

You chuckled, saying,

“That’s honestly awesome, but I think it’s gonna be a GG for me.”

You released your final pokemon, the Volcarona still sparkling with its crown of flowers. 

“C’mon Jules, you know what I always tell you, never call it early–”

“Yeah, yeah, it isn’t over ‘til it’s over. I know.”

Still, you knew that Protean sealed the deal. You could have taken out a grass-type Meowscarada in one hit, but not a Fairy-type Meowscarada. There was Dragapult waiting in the wings anyway. 

Releasing a little sigh, you smiled gently. You issued your command to Volcarona.

“Ok, Volcarona. Quiver Dance!”

Nemona shouted,

“Go, Meowscarada, Play Rough!”

The nimble feline charged as your Volcarona fluttered her wings and began her graceful dance. Meowscarada leapt into the air, claws extended, teeth bared . . .

But she missed. Your Volcarona swooped out of the way just in the nick of time. The gathered students uttered a collective ‘oooh!’ and Nemona gasped before yelling,

“Quick, Meowscarada, again, Play Rough!”

“Volcarona, Flamethrower!”

Volcarona was a lot faster now, and Meowscarada went down in flames before she could get her attack off. And suddenly the match was down to one-on-one. Nemona released her Dragapult while the crowd murmured. 

Even though misses were always a part of matches, you still felt bad, saying,

“Dang. Play Rough almost never misses, it should have been a safe bet . . .”

“Hey, no worries. Like I said, it ain’t over ‘til it’s over!”

She grinned, pulling her tera orb from her pocket. Right, hers was still charged. And her Drapagult had Choice Specs. Crap.

“Wait, your Dragapult’s still Tera Dragon, right?”

You knew she’d been toying with the idea of changing it to Tera Ghost, but you had no clue if she actually did.

Nemona just winked at you. She replied sneakily,

“Not telling.”

You groaned, then shook your head.

“O-okay, that’s fine, I don’t need you to! Let’s finish this.”

She took aim with her Tera Orb, and you made your choice.

Nemona flung the Tera Orb.

“Volcarona, Flamethrower!”

“Dragapult, Draco Meteor!”

Nemona’s pokemon transformed into its splendid, terastallized state, and your heart sank when you saw it still was crowned with a Dragon Tera Jewel. The Flamethrower struck the dragon but didn’t take it out. Oh boy. The massive meteors roared in the air, crashing into your Volcarona with a flurry of purple sparkles . . .

But once the dust settled, Volcarona was still flapping, tired but conscious! Not wasting another moment, you triumphantly shouted,

“Volcarona, Bug Buzz!!”

The final attack struck Dragapult down for good, to the jubilation of the crowds. 

Afterwards, you both headed to the cafeteria for lunch, Nemona ranting and raving about the match the whole way there. When you spotted Arven and Penny already eating, Nemona hurried over to their table to excitedly recount the story for them. You ate lunch and watched her with a silly smile, because few things in life were as wonderful as listening to Nemona talk about pokemon battling. She was so incredibly animated, putting her whole body into the story and acting out the key moments, her eyes crackling with a fiery spirit and her energy so overflowing that she kept squeezing her hands into fists and giving happy little jumps. 

It was so adorable and joyful that you could hardly stand it. 

“And then, then!” She swung her arms wide, making explosion noises,

“Blammgmmgmgm! Solar Beam blows Palafin straight outta the water, she had a Power Herb!!  Not even a second to react, he’s already gone, my jaw hit the floor! You guys you have no idea how awesome it was, I’ve been telling people forever now that Terastalizing can give us these ridiculously cool game-changing moments but all the Gym leaders are always like ‘Bla bla bla, we can’t Tera into anything other than our chosen monotype, bla bla bla’ like c’mon!! How are we supposed to get trainers excited for battle with terastallization if it’s always like that! Jules did exactly what I’ve been wanting people to do for so long, it felt like, like, something I’m gonna remember forever, you know?”

There was a moment’s pause when Nemona stopped to catch her breath. 

“So I’m getting the impression Nemona liked the battle,” Arven said dryly, sipping his drink. Penny chuckled.

“I’m not even finished yet, wait ‘til you guys hear the rest!!”

You somehow managed to make it through lunch without perishing from either Nemona’s praise or her adorable antics, but when you made it back to your dorm, you flung yourself onto the bed with a huge sigh. It was getting harder all the time to keep a lid on your feelings. It was gonna start affecting your battles soon at this rate, and Nemona was sure to notice that . . .

You felt a lump in your pockets and pulled out a sheet of paper.

“Oh, god, right.”

You unfolded the scribbly heart Nemona had drawn for you during class. You stared at it for a long time, and the other note you’d saved of the two of you as pokemon holding hands under a rainbow. It certainly felt like solid, undeniable proof that she returned your feelings, but at this point you second-guessed everything. Nemona had the habit of making some incredibly strong statements of affection about you. After you beat the E4 and had your first battle together as equals, she asked if you wanted to be rivals for life, and it practically felt like a marriage proposal. She’d only doubled down since then, casually telling you stuff like ‘I’ve relished every single day since you’d moved here’ or done stuff like rearrange her classes and delay her graduation just so she could graduate at the same time as you. You know, simple things like shift all her life plans just for you. 

You hopped off your bed, a determined look in your eye. You were gonna stop waffling. It was time to finally tell her. 

You had to do it right, though. Nemona was doing stuff like proclaiming that meeting you terastallized her heart. So you had to be big and bold too. You wanted to match her energy, and you wanted it to be unmistakable. You picked up some of your pokeballs, then headed back out to the Schoolyard. 

Once you’d stepped out into the open-air solarium, you immediately headed over to the garden area and found a quiet corner to work on your little project. You let your Frosmoth out of her ball. 

“Okay, Frosmoth. Let’s get back to work. Ice Beam. Nice and slow, just like we practiced.”

Your plan was pretty simple. It was something you saw on social media a few weeks ago: somebody had trained their Glaceon to create ice sculptures with its Ice Beam, and one of them was a big heart. It had seemed perfect to you, because what better time to confess to Nemona then in the middle of a pokemon battle? You’d envisioned it then, sending Frosmoth out and creating the sculpture, the look of Nemona’s surprised delight, and then you’d finally come clean to her, tell her everything. You’d tried to confess to her a ton of times already, true, but something always happened. Either it was misunderstood or you chickened out or your plans got derailed somehow. Most recently, you had planned to take her to Cortondo for those little lemon cakes she loved so much and tell her then. That had been right after you’d returned from your Area Zero picnic. But you’d both gotten so busy with exams after that, so it hadn’t happened. 

But it was fine. You had a better plan now and you were going to follow through this time. Frosmoth just had to perfect her technique and produce something other than lumpy ice blobs. It was rough going but you believed in her, you knew she’d get the hang of it. Eventually. 

Probably.

“Okay, Frosmoth, good effort! Let’s try again, I think if you slowed down a bit more and made sure to go back and forth, it won’t end up so lumpy . . .”

You glanced down at your phone, re-reading the blog post about teaching your pokemon to make ice sculptures. Nobody had ever tried to teach a Frosmoth before. You wondered if that mattered. Slowglobe had very different eyes from Glaceons, it might affect things. Hm. 

You eventually looked up again from your reading.

“Oh my gosh, Frosmoth! That’s so good!”

It was hardly as impressive as the photo in the blog, but it was way closer to a heart than she’d ever gotten before. Very lumpy and asymmetrical still, but if you squinted, it was almost recognizable!

While you were examining the ice sculpture and thinking about how to improve things, a familiar voice rang out from across the Schoolyard.

“Hey! Juliana, there you are!”

Your heart leapt in a panic. Oh, crap, crap, no– she couldn’t see this now, it wasn’t ready! You glanced around for a few moments trying to think of what to do, until some quick thinking saved you. You chucked a ball and said,

“Volcarona, u-uh, Flamethrower, right there! Quick!”

The large insect obediently released a fireball, melting the ice sculpture down. A few moments later Nemona had finished jogging over, saying,

“Oh, sorry, didn’t know you were training!”

You spun around, the pair of moths hovering behind you.

“Ahaha, i-it’s fine! We’re mostly just fooling around . . .”

Nemona nodded, crossing her arms and grinning.

“Great! ‘Cause I wanted to ask you about this weekend, when we go to Area Z– er–”

She suddenly stopped and glanced around furtively, then stepped closer, dropping her voice.

“I mean, our secret place. What time were you thinking?”

You blinked. Oh, right. You’d forgotten about that already. 

“Um . . . is Saturday morning okay? Early?”

You toed the gravel under your shoe and repressed the urge to say ‘as soon as possible for as long as possible.’

“Yeah, that’s fine! Like 8:00? We could go right after breakfast!”

You looked up at her and smiled,

“Sure!”

Nemona seemed very pleased.

“Awesome. Man, it’s gonna be so great to finally head back again. Poor Hellcat’s been waiting in their ball, I haven’t even been able to heal them since the nurses at the Pokecenters would notice something weird’s up . . .”

You nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, we’ll bring lots of potions and food for them. And we can work on training them.”

Enthusiastically, she agreed,

“Yeah! Plus we can look for Roaring Moo–”

You held up a finger to your lips to hush her and she quickly stopped, giggling,

“Whoops, sorry.”

She stepped even closer to you and leaned in, whispering,

“We can look for Roaring Moon. And maybe whatever other exciting things we can find, heheh.”

Having Nemona this close and whispering sweet nothings to you– well, all right, they weren’t sweet nothings, but at this proximity they may as well be– was a lot to handle. You felt your cheeks warming and the world felt just slightly off-balance.

“Y-yeah! Okay, yeah! That sounds, um, good!”

Smiling, she said to you quietly,

“Perfect. See you then.”

She gave you a wink for the second time today, and you knew it made sense in context but man, she had better stop doing that. It was too dangerous for your heart. 

Once she’d departed, you turned back to inspect the slushy puddle that had been your ice sculpture. You sighed.

“Guess we gotta put this plan on hold ‘til after our trip.”

You returned your pokemon to their balls so you could start making preparations for your journey back to Area Zero.

#pokemon #pokemon s/v #julinemo #terajules #2nd person Juliana POV #fluff #pokemon battles #dorks in love #julinemo fanfic

[onlygenxhere]

"I’m just saying it could be a ghost." for the chaotic writing prompts, please? (And maybe make it Juke, please? :D)

“Luke!” Julie called from the living room.

“Yeah Jules!” he called back from the kitchen where he was making some brownies.

She came into the room and stopped with her hands on her hips. “That lamp by my reading nook is out again.”

“Yeah, I’ve changed that bulb three times in the last two weeks.” He nodded as he continued to stir the mix.

“Ok…” he glanced up as her voice trailed off to see her coming closer. She leaned on the island in front of him. “I really didn’t want to get a new lamp so soon but it must have some kind of wiring problem.” She sighed. “I guess we need to get a new one.”

“Well…” he bit his lip and glanced up at her. “I’m not sure getting a new lamp will fix the problem.”

“Why?” she frowned at him.

“I think the apartment is haunted.” He shrugged and went back to his mixing, “or at least the living room is.”

She was quiet so long he looked back up at her to see Julie just gaping at him.

“I’m just saying it could be a ghost.” He grinned at her.

She finally closed her mouth and scoffed. “You think you’re some kind of expert because you used to be one?”

“Well yeah!” he smirked at her. “Reggie used to do stuff like that at your dad’s all the time when we all lived there.”

“He what?!” Julie laughed.

He turned to get the brownie pan and started to pour the batter in. “He used to loosen the light bulbs just enough for them to flicker and sometime that would make them blow.”

“That little shit!” She giggled and leaned across the counter and giving him a poke in the arm. “And what did you do?”

“Nothing!” he scraped the bowl with the spatula and then handed it to her to lick.

“Really?” she said taking the utensil with a grin.

He bit his lip and turned away placing the brownies in the oven and setting the timer before finally turning back to her. “Ok, once I turned the heat on in the summer so you’d stop wearing those oversized sweat shirts in the house.”

“Luke!” she dropped the spatula and ran around the island trying to grab him.

He ran in the opposite direction giggling.

“You were so stinking cute in those sweatshirts but you were also hot as fuck in those little sundresses you wore.” He smirked at her from the other side of the island, both of them breathing hard from running around in circles. “I was a seventeen year old boy Jules my frontal brain hadn’t finished developing!”

She started after him again and they were both laughing as she kept trying to catch him to no avail.  

“You know my dad thought the ac was actually broken and called a repair man who charged him a hundred bucks to turn it on?” she panted out as they went around and around.

Luke stopped and she ran into him with a grunt.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, both of them breathing hard. “I actually didn’t know that.” He pouted. “Now I feel guilty.”  

She took another deep breath and blew it out hard. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “So maybe you owe my dad a hundred bucks and Reggie owes him a box of light bulbs.” She ran her nails up over his scalp and he closed his eyes leaning into it. “You were still the best ghosts any of us could have wished for.”

He grinned and opened his eyes. “And you are the best lifer that ever could have called us back from purgatory.”

“I did a little more than that.” She raised her eyebrows at him.

He chuckled, “That you did.”

They stood there swaying in the kitchen just looking at each other for a long time.

“You gonna buy me another lamp?”

He nodded, “If it happens again are you going to admit it could be a ghost.”

She snickered and nodded. “What are we gonna do if you’re right?”

“I don’t know,” he looked over her head toward the living room. “leave out a pad of paper and a pen and see if they can tell us why they hate that lamp so much.”

She giggled against his chest. “Maybe I should leave my laptop open to a page with lamps on it and they can just click ‘add to cart’ on the one they like best.”

Luke shook with laugher as they held each other. “Worth a try, might save us some time and money.”

Julie scoffed, “I’m not attached to that specific lamp anyway. One of my cousins got it for us as a wedding gift.” She grinned up at him, “Wasn’t even on our registry.”

He clutched her hand to his heart. “It wasn’t on the LIST… for shame!”

“Hey I wouldn’t mock the wedding list,” she bumped his chest with their hands. “You got two new guitars out of it.”

“And you know what?” He swayed them around in a circle.

“What?”

He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’d give it all back as long as I got to keep you.”

“Sweet talker,” She titled her face up and whispered against his lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

They kissed and swayed in the kitchen standing between the island and the oven till the timer went off for the brownies and if there was a ghost in the apartment well… they better pick out a nice lamp for his wife. She deserved only the best.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #fic prompt #domestic fluff

[brandogenius]

ADDING ONTO THAT BUT with another boy

Reader loves writing, okay, just loves it. They write down all their thoughts, poems, etc. SO when they started going out with Julien, they wrote all their thoughts and feelings in a journal (like that shit was FULL let me tell you, no page left untouched) and around their 1 year anniversary, that was one of the gifts that they gave Julien.

The book is just full with little doodles of Jules, the gay panicking moments, them describing the day in detail and raging at Julien cuz how dare she make them feel like this. They even have some pictures of Jules and Jules and them together in there.

And the reader does this every anniversary, so annually Jules gets a journal of practically the readers brain and thought evolution throughout their relationship.

But I ask can we get a fic, based on the first time Jules every received the journal?🙇🏽

-🐹

your brain it’s amazing!!

im writing this one down to make into a fic! it’s added to my list :D

#pom speaks #anons #hamster anon the greatest

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 29

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2803

Warnings: Talk of death

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Forever and Always Peter Pan

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Ghost

A pounding headache- stemming from her periodic sob sessions every couple of hours- kept the female aviator up most of the night. Even the ibuprofen she'd found in the kitchen at two in the morning barely dulled the pain, so Ghost turned off the alarm she'd set and suffered in silence, only rousing from her bed again at the sound of shuffling and a voice from somewhere within the house. She peeked into the hallway. No one there. She followed the noises to the kitchen and discovered Maverick on the phone; judging by the expression he wore, it wasn't necessarily the best conversation.

Ghost attempted to sneak away to give him privacy, but Maverick turned around just in time to see her. He smiled and bid goodbye to whoever he spoke to before hanging up and saying, "Morning. I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, sir. I've been up. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just got off the phone with Rooster. He said Jules had a bad night. After the hurling stopped, the nausea stayed, so they've barely gotten any sleep. He's trying to convince her to go to the doctor, but she's staying firm and-"

"Not going?" Ghost finished, nodding understandingly. "She's got her dad's stubbornness."

"Tell me about it," Maverick agreed with a chuckle. "Would you like any tea? I'm making some before I head to the hangar."

"The hangar?" Ghost repeated, tilting her head in curiosity.

"I own a hangar and plane out in the desert. Plane's due for some maintenance. I'd invite you to come with me, but I might have my head ripped off by Juliette if I take you to the hangar instead of having you go to her place. Rooster might also lose his head by spontaneous combustion if you don't calm him down. Usually, Jules can, but since she's the source of his stress at the moment-"

"Say no more. I'll need to head to my place first because I have to take care of a few things, and then I'll head over there."

"Rooster and I, and our heads, appreciate it. Let me finish up our tea, and then I can drive you over whenever you're ready."

"I can take an Uber. I don't want to delay you from going to the hangar."

Maverick waved a dismissive hand. "I'll get there when I get there."

Ghost nodded and sat at the table, patiently waiting for the tea. She wondered what to say to avoid the awkward silence settling over them, but he beat her to the punch. "Why were you awake so early?"

Ghost shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Couldn't stop thinking of my dad and my fight with Hangman. The little sleep I did get was sporadic. It'll probably be like this for a few weeks, but I'll be fine. I always am. Nothing some ice cream and wine can't fix."

At that, Maverick laughed. "No wonder you and Juliette get along so well. She says the same thing."

"I'm honestly not sure which of us said it first, but it's always stuck. I know she's looking forward to being able to have a drink again." 

"Speaking of drinks, our tea is ready," Maverick said. "Do you want to drink it here, or do you want a to-go cup?"

"I'll take a to-go cup. That way, we can drink it in the car."

Something flashed in his green eyes, and unless Ghost was mistaken, she recognized it as disappointment. A pang of guilt struck her heart, but as much as she wanted to stay and talk to the captain, Ghost had things she needed to do. She grabbed her clothes from the night prior- now in a plastic bag for easy carry- and her purse before following Maverick out the door with her tea in hand. Ghost assumed they were heading to the Jeep but found herself pleasantly surprised when led to a motorcycle instead.

"That's a Kawasaki Ninja H2," Ghost observed with wide eyes.

Maverick grinned. "Unfortunately, it won't hold our drinks. Otherwise, we could take it. But when I return, you can take it for a spin."

"I can- you would-" Ghost sputtered in disbelief. "All right, but only if you take my Ninja ZX-4R for a spin so we can compare notes on the two."

"I knew you had a motorcycle, but I didn't realize it was a Kawasaki, too," Maverick said, his turn to be shocked.

"Yes, sir. My mom always had a soft spot for them, and it seems that trait passed to me."

"It's a deal then." Maverick grabbed a set of keys from a board in the back of the garage before heading to the Jeep. Ghost followed, but her gaze kept returning to the motorcycle until it was no longer visible. 

They arrived at her apartment too quickly, and while Ghost put on a brave face for Maverick, her heart sank to her stomach at the thought of being alone again. He must've picked up on her hesitance because he said, "If you need anything, anything at all, give me a call, okay?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for everything. It... it really turned my night around," Ghost confessed, opening the car door. She grabbed her things and bid the Captain goodbye. As she started walking away, Ghost turned on her heel and asked, "I hate to ask this of you, but would you be able to swing by Hangman's and check on him? And let me know if he's okay?"

"Of course." No hesitation. No questions. An indisputable amount of love and respect for him filled Ghost in that moment. Relieved, she told him graciously, "Thank you, Maverick."

Then Ghost went to her apartment. The Captain refused to drive off until he saw her safely inside. Ghost set down her stuff and turned on a light, staring at the immaculate space, save for the mugs residing at her kitchen sink, the only evidence two people had been here last instead of the standard one.

"I should've asked Mav to stay," Ghost mumbled to herself, shuffling to her bedroom. She plugged her phone into its charger and collapsed on her bed, texting Juliette and Rooster that she'd be over later after she got some stuff done at her apartment. Then she texted Jackie, asking her to call as soon as she was willing and able. Lastly, Ghost waited for Maverick to let her know about Hangman. He lived close by, so the response would come relatively quickly, but the ten minutes that dragged by were some of the longest in Ghost's life.

When her phone buzzed with an incoming message, she swiftly opened it to see who it was. The good news: it was Maverick. The bad news: he informed her he hadn't been able to get ahold of Hangman. Ghost sent off a "thank you" and groaned in dismay. Was Jake okay? Where was he?

Ghost's finger hovered over the call button for Hangman, a hairs' breadth away. She could try calling him, but most likely, he wouldn't answer. Besides, Ghost had given him such a final goodbye...

She exited out of the conversation and went to her contacts, calling someone else who could help. Someone who knew Hangman like the back of their hand.

"Hey, what's up?" Coyote answered on the third ring.

"Hey, where are you?"

"At the gym. Why?"

"When you get a chance, can you check on Jake? It's a long story, but-"

"I already know," Coyote said gently. "He didn't tell me much, but I can tell it's bad."

"How did you-"

"Juliette texted me last night. Not long after the fight happened, I think. Asked me to check on him."

For the second time in less than an hour, a pang of guilt struck Ghost's heart, much stronger and more brutal this time. Hangman had sent Juliette to check on Ghost immediately after the fight. Meanwhile, Ghost had waited until she couldn't bear the silence of her solitude- 12 hours later- to do the same, even after witnessing the pain in Hangman's eyes. She'd been so selfish in her pain...

"He's doing okay," Coyote continued, "if not a little more broody and quiet. Whatever he's feeling, he's taking it out on the poor punching bag. He's going to Captain America that thing if he keeps at it. How are you doing?"

"Had better days," she admitted, rubbing a stray tear off her cheek. 

"I'm sure. And Ghost, I'm really sorry about your dad. Hangman told me that's why y'all disappeared for a few days."

Another tear rolled down her cheek, and Ghost struggled to keep her voice steady. "Thanks, Javy. It was- it was really unexpected, but I'm glad I had Jake there. I know things went to shit last night, but I'm still glad he was there with me."

"I haven't told anyone else. Figured you'd tell them when you were ready." "I appreciate it. If they ask, you can tell them, but I won't bring it up unless they ask. Not sure how I'd bring it up in normal conversation anyways." 

"I get it," he said. Coyote started to say something else, stopped, then quietly asked, "Do you think y'all can come back from this?"

"I don't know," Ghost said, her voice cracking. "He won't tell me what I need to know so I can at least understand why he did what he did, and I can't figure out why. I keep thinking it's something I did-"

"It's not. That much, I'm positive about. Jake was screwed up after Ghoul's death. I mean, we all were, but he-" Coyote searched for the right words- "he was really messed up from it. I could never figure out how badly, just that it took a good year to get back a semblance of the Jake I knew before it."

"I wish he'd talk to me about it. If it gets the burden of whatever guilt he's carrying off his shoulders-"

"It'll happen. One day, it will."

"Hopefully sooner rather than later. If life's taught me anything lately, it's that you never know what tomorrow will bring, and God forbid something should happen to either of us, I don't want us to be at odds. Even if we come to a mutual agreement to be friendly acquaintances, I'll take that over whatever we are right now."

"I think he would agree. Listen, I should get back, but I'll text you in a bit to check in, okay?"

"All right. And Coyote, I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. I hate the idea of you being in the middle of this."

"Don't worry about it, all right? Worry about me going on my date tonight."

Ghost rocketed upwards. "You have a date?"

"Yeah. A cute girl gave me her number a while ago, and, well, here we are. I'll tell you about it if it goes well. Or I'll call you if I need an escape."

"I'm sure it'll be fine, but I'm here if you need me. I'll talk to you later." Ghost hung up and sighed, a soft smile tugging on her lips at the idea of Coyote going on a date. She was beyond happy for him to be putting himself out there and prayed it turned into something bigger and better for him.

Ghost pushed herself up and went to the living room, taking her phone and charger. She planned on some retail therapy- specifically books- when her gaze drifted to the guitars on her wall, namely, the dark blue one hanging above them all. The oldest, most sentimental in her collection.

Forever and always. 

Forever and always.

Forever and always.

The words echoed repeatedly in her head. Hangman couldn't have meant them. Not truly. Not if he couldn't give her the one kernel of truth she desperately needed to hear. Anger swelled in her chest, and she tugged the guitar down. Setting up her phone, Ghost strummed a few notes, getting into the frame of mind for the song screaming to be sung. Once she memorized the lyrics, Ghost strung the first note, her voice ringing out crystal clear. She started out calmly, keeping her emotions in check, but when she hit the chorus, the dam burst as she sang with her wounded heart: "And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called, and then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all, and you flashback to when he said forever and always. Oh, oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong. It rains when you're here, and it rains when you're gone. 'Cause I was there when you said forever and always..."

After that, the song came out much more angrily than Ghost intended, but by the end of it, all the bravado and fury had disappeared, and with her voice barely holding together, a fresh wave of tears threatening to hijack her video, Ghost finished softly: "You said forever and always."

She stopped the video and leaned back on her couch, the melody and singing having acted as a sort of catharsis to voice her feelings. Most of her followers hadn't pieced together that her recent postings had been related to her emotions lately because they hadn't for the past few years. Only when Ghost had started the account after Ghoul's death- a coping mechanism for losing both her WSO and Hangman- had the songs been linked to her feelings. Otherwise, all the songs had simply been ones she loved and enjoyed belting out to. Only those who knew Ghost was behind the account would see the shift, understand the significance behind each video, meaning Juliette, Rooster, Jackie, and Wolfie. No one else, not even Coyote, Hangman, the Daggers, or Charlie, knew the account was owned by Ghost, and she intended on keeping it that way. If they did somehow, they kept it a secret from her.

Ghost fiddled with her Naval Academy ring while posting the video. Two familiar people instantly liked it: Princess86 and NotJacobBlack. Also known as Juliette Kazansky and Wolfie. The former left no comment, probably because she would be seeing Ghost later in the day, but the latter commented: Do I need to send wine and ice cream to you? I'd bring it myself, but it's hard being overseas.

Ghost chuckled, liked the comment, and replied: Just wait to bring it when I see you next!

The second she replied to Wolfie, another like came in by QueenJ_5_30. Another second later, the person's name flashed on Ghost's screen, demanding to FaceTime. 

"Hey, Jackie," Ghost answered, setting her guitar aside.

"Spill," Jackie ordered.

Ghost shook her head. "I'd rather not get into it."

"So that heart-wrenching song you just posted has nothing to do with why you wanted me to call?"

"Not in the slightest, actually," Ghost said matter-of-factly. "I need your help with something, and it's going to sound absolutely batshit crazy."

"Dealing with batshit crazy is my specialty, and I could use a distraction. What's up?"

"So, you're really good at finding things that people don't want you to-"

"Yep, it's why I got hired for my job. Why?"

"I need you to look into something for me. I need you to find out exactly when Mom and Dad went on their break before I was born."

"Oh, I can tell you that now. It was late May, early June the year before. Why?"

"I'm not going to ask why you knew that off the top of your head. Give me a sec." Ghost did some calculations in her head and felt the color drain out of her face. "Jackie- oh God, I can't believe I'm asking this right now- do you know if Mom had an affair during that time?"

"I'm sure I could find out, but why? You keep avoiding that question. Why do you need to know this?"

Ghost took a deep breath, forcing herself not to jump to conclusions. Still, Jackie had to understand Ghost's motivations. "Because I learned that when she and Dad went on their break, Mom dated Maverick for those two weeks she was away."

"And?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Ghost simply said, "Jackie, do the math."

The elder Blackwood narrowed her eyes at her little sister, but Ghost could see the gears turning in her head. It didn't take long for Jackie to catch on. "Oh my God. You think- are you-"

"I don't know, and that's what I need your help finding out. I don't want to ask him and stir up trouble without more concrete evidence, and I don't want to ask Mom because we just lost Dad and-"

Jackie held up her hand to cut off her sister and said, "Say no more. I'm on it. Give me a week."

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[alex-a-fans]

Alex's rant on why Jules is docs boy

Now you might wonder a few things:

"Alex, what the hell? It's an unusual post from you?" An unlikely comment, but please read till the end for a small surprise :)

"Doc does not play favorites" You are right, but I am taking the "Parents kid" saying as which parent the kid has a stronger bond with. (Verne is Claras boy)

"Doctober?" Nah, mate. (Okay but maybe.)

LET'S BEGIN! Spoilers for animated series.

First, First ever animated episode, and in the first live-action sequence we find out Doc and Jules sometimes invent together.

I will mention that Verne thinks Jules is docs favorite when he loves them equally. Let's move on.

LOOK AT THEM.

Committing theft. Listen, it can be a very normal father and son experience. And it also can be very bonding.

Second, "Witchcraft"

DO. I. HAVE. TO. SAY. ANYTHING.

Third, literally the whole "Dickens of a Christmas" Episode.

"It's Jules, and I wish to be regarded as a resposnsible member of the Brown family"

"And I should guard these keys with my life"

If that is not docs boy I don't know who is. And then Jules persists in catching the thief but not telling Doc. Maybe in fear of him being disappointed. (and Verne has no problem with it)

Conclusion? Jules looks up to Doc. It's obvious, I know. But it's cute. And I love them. Jules also says Great Scott. How much are you willing to bet he will become a scientist?

Finally, the end. But wait, there is more. For June of Doom, I have been writing a one-shot with these two. I am afraid it will flop, so Feedback and opinions are very appreciated. It took 2 months. And @unknooooow had to sit countless times to listen to me ramble and change the story so many times. And another person who wanted to be tagged: @future-boi :D

Also, it is the longest thing I wrote in one chapter :D

And here it is :)

In a solid day or two, art will drop of this.

A hug is what will Jules need after this one-shot.

#bttf #back to the future #doc brown #bttf fanfic #bttf au #jules brown #Bttf rant #bttf animated series #emmett brown #bttf fic #fanfic #bttf analysis #There will be fanart for doctober #I AM SO PROUD OF THIS #Yet I feel so cringe #YET SO PROUD #Yet so disturbed I thouth of that #YET HAPP-

[sosa-royals]

Olivier: Are you comfortable?

Nyla: Yup

Olivier: ...Is the drink too cold? Cold things aren't good for you, you know?

Nyla: Speak for yourself

Olivier: I read somewhere that you're not supposed to drink coffee when you're pregnant

Nyla: Olivier, don't take away all the pleasures in my life just because I'm pregnant

Olivier: Heh, sorry

Nyla: Stop fussing. I'm perfectly fine and so is the baby

Nyla: ...Where did you go yesterday?

Olivier: ...Princess Isabella summoned me

Nyla: Just you?

Olivier: No. KB was there, and so were the girls

Nyla: What did you talk about?

Olivier: (sighs) Because of the media, the girls need somewhere else to stay but they're splitting up. Jules is staying with some friend, Frankie is staying with KB and they wanted Jackie to stay with me

Nyla: Oh

Olivier: I said no, so she's staying with Jennie

Nyla: Jennie, as in Lex's girlfriend? Lex who's on the same football team as Jackson? What if Jennie tells her about what happened to him?

Olivier: ...That's not my problem

Nyla: Ollie, don't be a d*ck

Olivier: I'm not going to risk doing anything to hurt you again.

Nyla: But that doesn't mean you have to suddenly shut those girls out of your life. You've known them longer than you've known me

Nyla: Look Ollie, I'm not asking you to be a heartless a**hole and cut them off. All I want is for you to be cautious around Jacqueline.

Olivier: ...

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[invisibleraven]

You have a bit of icing on your lip, and I take it upon myself to wipe it off. We're really close now

Rulie

Reggie was no stranger to the Molina household. Ray had told him ages ago to stop knocking and come in whenever, didn't look twice when he caught Reggie sleeping on the couch instead of going home and eventually did up the guest room, telling him it was his.

Reggie didn't so much move in, but he couldn't tell you the last time he spent a night back at his parent's house in Silver Lake Or how much of his stuff was even really left there.

The Molina house was more home to him than his own ever had been.

Even if it was a bit weird living with the girl that Reggie would dearly like to ask out for a proper date sometime. He tried to rein in his flirting, but Julie always flirted back, giggled at his stupid jokes, touched him fleetingly oh so often. He just didn't want to screw things up, finding himself heartbroken and homeless.

He was dwelling on those thoughts as he entered the kitchen, finding Julie surrounded by bowls, racks of cooling cupcakes, and a smear of icing sugar across her cheek.

"Um, did I miss the house becoming a bakery while I was out doing my history project with Flynn?" he asked.

Julie's eyes flew up to his and she snickered. "No. It's papi's birthday, and I wanted to do something nice. He really likes lemon meringue cupcakes, so I made a batch of those. But Carlos doesn't like lemon, so I made him some churro cupcakes. And then I figured I'd make myself some cherry almond ones, since those are my favourite. I-I don't know what your favourites are, sorry."

"I like black forest," Reggie supplied. "But those all sound delicious Jules. Do you need any help?"

"You any good with a piping bag?" Julie asked.

"Good enough," he replied, taking the bag filled with soft pink icing and doing Julie's batch while she stuck the meringue covered ones in to broil, the both of them tackling Carlos' cinnamon covered batch.

Reggie grinned as they finished the last cupcake, looking at Julie. She smiled back, but he noted a small bit of icing clinging to her lips that she must have accidently left there while frosting/taste testing the last batch.

"Here, you have a little-" he stepped in, swiping at her mouth, the icing leaving her face and he automatically stuck the finger in his mouth, savouring the soft flavour of cherry. Only he noticed how close he was to Julie, their toes touching, her nose almost brushing his chin. "You-um..."

"Thanks," she breathed out, fluttering her eyelashes.

She was right there, and Reggie ached to cup her cheek, pull her in for a kiss. Wondering if she would taste of frosting, if her lip gloss would feel tacky against his lips like it had against his finger. Would she push him away or reel him in? All he had to do was lower his face and find out.

He looked at her, asking for permission with his eyes, and she gave him the smallest, subtlest head nod. He tilted her face upwards with a finger, turning his face and oh so slowly inched in further. So close her could feel her warm breath on his face, the heat of their shared blush. He let his eyes drift shut, brushed his nose against hers...

"Julie I'm home!"

They broke apart in a flash, standing several feet apart in the kitchen as Carlos barrelled in. "Sweet! Cupcakes!"

"Ah ah, those are for dessert," Julie said, smacking Carlos' hand away. "Papi gets them first, it is his birthday after all. Please tell me your remembered."

"D'uh," Carlos replied with an eyeroll. "I got him a card and a gift certificate to that clothing store he really likes but won't go to because it's too pricey."

Julie nodded. "Good, now go do your homework so we can have family time tonight. I'll call for Chinese when he gets home."

Carlos saluted and ran up the stairs, but they both knew he was going to play video games for at least twenty minutes until Julie nagged him again.

"D-do you want me to clear out tonight?" Reggie asked. "Since you guys want family time?"

"No!" Julie replied, too quickly almost. "You are family Reggie, in your own unconventional way. Plus papi would be so disappointed if you left because of that. Plus someone has to help me beat him at Monopoly."

"I call the dog then," Reggie replied.

Julie smiled and then toyed with her hair some. "Do you wanna do our homework together then? After we get the kitchen cleaned?"

"You just wanna steal my math answers Molina, admit it," Reggie said with a smirk.

"Among other things," Julie purred, winking at him, leaving Reggie flummoxed. Then sputtering as she tossed a dish towel at him.

Later, Reggie grinned as they sang happy birthday to Ray, and even though Ray was the one blowing out the candle, with Julie's hand slipping into his, Reggie was the one who felt like he had gotten his wish.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms