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asapeveryday · 18 days

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SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 3

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes/language, tension

Summary: having Paige’s number means she can bother you whenever she wants, but maybe a night out with her isn’t a bother at all.

A/n: enjoy guys 😇lmk what you think of this one

YOU

is this paige?

???

Has anyone else given you their number since you got here?

YOU

no…

PAIGE

Aight, so who else would it be then? 🤘🏼

YOU

i should’ve thrown out that napkin tbh!🙂

PAIGE

Ignoring that. How’s the hangover?

YOU

it’s ok. getting coffee helped ig

PAIGE

Having another night out might help too…if u fw that

YOU

with you? id rather die then “fw that” 🙏

PAIGE

Ok rot in ya hotel room see if I care 🤷🏼‍♀️

Seen.

PAIGE

Actually nvm I feel bad for ur miserable ass. U shud fr go out and see what Connecticut has to offer. Ever been to Gianni’s?

YOU

no i haven’t, I’ve only been here for like two days. is it italian food?

PAIGE

Only the best in town 😉 u shud def go

YOU

ugh I would but i have to see if elaine can take me cus my teammates are busy

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

YOU

typing…

YOU CAN FEEL yourself getting socially drained as you text her, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Paige is infuriating and arrogant, which comes with the deadly additions of charisma and the ability to keep you on edge with every word spoken, or even typed.

You’d always known of this, even before your game with her that day. A player like Paige can be hard to come across; perfectly capable, talented and independent yet somehow the best team player out there, sharing passes she can without a doubt make. Why? Because she doesn’t need to prove anything.

It often bothered you, especially since you constantly needed to prove yourself during the start of your college career. You took every shot you could get your hands on, and she gave shots away like candy whilst still having a huge reputation as a player. Obviously it went deeper than that, but the simple fact just stuck to your brain.

You can’t help but recall her face, inches from yours attempting to pry your ball from your grasp. Like she was deserving, like it was hers for the taking. She had made a similar face on the panel where she dissed you soon afterwards, and then again while watching you at the bar, and just before writing her number on the napkin. You wondered if she was making that face right now as she texts you.

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

The text is simple but it summons some sort of unique feeling in you. Paige Bueckers is offering to pick you up in her car, on her night off, and take you to a restaurant. And you, for whatever reason, are considering saying yes.

Sighing to yourself, you weigh your options. Option one: you sit around your hotel alone till your teammates come back, most probably drunk from a bar since it’s a Saturday. Option two: you ask Elaine to take you out once again, even though you’re probably gonna see her the whole week you’re here. Option three: you let the girl who shit-talked you at a post game conference take you out for dinner.

YOU

i guess i should go out. DONT act like ur doing me a favour tho….n if I don’t have fun i’m blocking u.

PAIGE

Drop the addy. I’ll come by in an hour

Seen.

After hurriedly pulling yourself together, taking an Advil, checking out the restaurant’s Instagram and getting ready you can’t help but find your heart steadily hammering inside of you. Paige is coming to your hotel. You’re gonna be in her car. She’s taking you to her favourite restaurant. This has to be the most peculiar thing that has happened all year.

The car ride is significantly better then you expected it would be. Paige adamantly seems to prevent any room for awkward silence to seep through, commenting on your outfit and filling the vehicle with music that makes the interior buzz from the volume. She has a free look on her face, chair reclined more then you’d dare if you were in the drivers seat, hair blowing in her face from the windows being down.

“I’m surprised you’re driving me out.” You say, finally airing what was on your mind.

Paige shrugs. “Didn’t feel like drinking today. Plus, I’m in the mood to be generous and show you what Storrs has.”

“If someone told me I’d be hanging out with Paige Bueckers like a week ago, I think I’d be fucking appalled. Or disgusted. Or both.” You laugh.

She chuckles, glancing at you sneakily. “You swear a lot, don’t you?”

“Awe my bad.” You pout, giving her a fake-concerned look. “Forgot you can’t handle a little language.”

“I can handle it,” she grumbles. “I just think cursing is better for specific situations.”

“Like what?”

Paige wets her lips almost sheepishly, but she keeps her eyes straight on the road. “Like sex.”

A beat passes before you respond “Sorry I couldn’t savour a couple words for you and your little kink.”

She looks over at you now, and you meet her gaze as equally as you can. She just lets out a smile, shaking her head to herself as she pulls into the parking lot. You try to ignore the elevator-sinking feeling in your stomach from her words as you get out from the car.

The restaurant is beautiful. It’s cozy, ambient and well decorated. Not too fancy and not too full, just perfect. You’re seated in a more secluded area, per Paige’s request. She orders for you, insisting she knows exactly what to get for the best possible experience.

The food is good, and you don’t feel the need to hide it from Paige, who visibly grows at your praise for the place she picked out.

“So, are you jus in Connecticut for Elaine?” She says.

“Not really.” You reply. “Me and some of the others are just doing a little East Coast road-trip. I wasn’t really interested in coming to Storrs, but it made sense to come by and see her.”

“For a whole week?” She raises her eyebrow. “Seems like you’re close.”

“I was only gonna stay in Storrs for a couple days, then go to Hartford but the girls seem to like it here.” You shrug. “They think it’s cute, being a small town and all, but it’s pretty boring if you’re not a student.”

“It’s better if you’re with fun people.” She smiles.

“I hope you don’t think you’re fun.”

“Compared to Elaine I definitely am.” Paige scoffs.

You can’t help but feel a little more hostility than humour in her tone.

“Do you guys know each other?” You ask, as sly and innocent as you can muster. Paige seems hesitant.

“Nah.” She finally decides. “I mean, we’ve talked before. Ion know her personally.”

“It’s kinda funny, she said she doesn’t pay much attention to you but I think she might have a little crush.” You laugh.

Paige visibly stiffens at this, which catches you by surprise.

In a split second she regains her calm, unbothered composure. “What has she said?”

“Not much.” You shrug. “Just seems a little interested.”

Paige’s jaw clenches for a moment, and you’re not surprised when she changes the subject. “How many people have been on your case since I posted that picture of us from the bar on my story?”

“God, so many.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You?”

“You don’t even wanna know.” She scoffs. “Not sure why everyone was so crazy bout it though, s’not like we were beefing for real.”

“Right!” You say, happy she seems to be on the same page. “It was just some petty crap. I guess people just really were hoping there would be some rivalry.”

You think for a moment, before saying. “Maybe we should keep this drama thing up. Might be fun.”

“It’s a lil too late for that,” Paige shakes her head with a slight smile. “remember how KK and Ice were on live yesterday at the coffee shop? Yeah, we kinda were in the background at some point. People saw us talking.”

“You’re joking.”

“Dead serious. There are edits and everything.”

You rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table, lessening the proximity between you and her. “I only get into these weird ass situations when I interact with you, Paige.”

She sits up in her seat, blue eyes quickly looking you up and down. “Yet you’re still here.”

“Girl’s gotta have fun.” You shrug. Her foot hits yours under the table, her eyebrow raised as if challenging you. You have a sudden thought of going under the table and letting your hands unzip her cargo pants, but instead you just kick her back.

“Wanna go?” She asks. You don’t want to go back to the hotel, and she seems to pick up on it. “The area we’re in is nice. We can walk around a bit.”

You smile and nod. “Split the bill?”

“Fuck no.” She shoots you a look, pulling out her credit card from the back of her phone.

“You cursed!” You exclaim, to which she scoffs.

“I said it’s alright in specific situations.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Well we’re not having sex, are we?”

The way her eyelashes flutter at your question gives you jitters. “Aight, stop talking.” She finally manages to respond. You just send her a look that you hope makes her nervous.

“You’re not funny.” She grumbles, attempting to grab your phone from you.

“Back off, Bueckers! I’m serious.” You laugh, sidestepping her with your phone above your head. The street was empty and the lights were on, putting the two of you in a yellow glow against the night. You’d been walking around the neighbourhood, observing houses and learning a bit about Storrs for the past hour.

“Give me your phone, I know you ain’t deleting those.” She huffs, grabbing for your phone. You try to escape her grasp but she’s got longer limbs, so eventually your phone is in her pocket and she’s wearing a proud look on her face.

It’s nice to walk in the quiet of evening, her beside you. You have no idea where you are but you can’t help but trust she can get you back to the car in no time. Not just yet though.

You turn to look at Paige almost shamelessly. There’s just so much to observe with her. Her confident posture, toothy smile, sleek straightened blonde hair, even the baggy cargo pants and sweater. She always looked good, it never failed to annoy you.

“Either your pants are too tight or crazy baggy.” You note. She just raises her eyebrow.

“Sounds like you just want me to take my pants off at this point.”

“Wouldn’t mind a little show.” You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself at the surge of confidence. She doesn’t seem taken aback, in fact she’s intrigued.

“Is that your usual routine? Have a meal out then have a meal at home?”

“Maybe it is.” You shrug. “I never object to a wine n dine.”

“And what exactly would you object to?”

“Cocky girls who think they’re the shit.” You say, turning your head to face her. You don’t mean to target her, but she simply smiles.

“Is it really being cocky if I can back it up though?” Paige asks quietly. You’re not walking anymore, stuck in place on an empty path between buildings. She’s closing in on you until your back hits a brick wall. The way Paige is staring down at you, hands in her pockets, lip between her teeth. It’s nothing you’d object to, ever.

“I won’t believe it till I see it.” You mutter, holding her eye. The air is tense in a new way that you haven’t felt with her since you first met in the bar. Her face is entrancing.

Paige’s hands lift your jaw upwards, and she leans into your ear. “You might not see it,” she mumbles, breath hot against your skin. “But you’ll definitely feel it.”

When she pulls back from your ear she stays hovering just above you, hands chastely holding your head up. You’re in the perfect position to kiss, and you can’t stop your eyes from darting between her electric stare to her lush, pink lips.

You can literally feel her breath on your mouth when a piercing ring cuts through the moment. It’s coming from her pocket, and she pulls out your phone. Paige’s face twists as she reads the screen. “It’s Elaine.”

“Just- just decline it.” You rush out, not caring how desperate you sound. You can feel how wet you are, and the lack of heat against you is blaring.

“She texted you too.” Paige scoffs. “She’s waiting for you at your hotel.”

You don’t even know what to say. Paige’s face is expressionless. You’re disappointed, but there’s no point in begging. Nothing really happened.

“Let’s get you home.” She says, starting to walk back from where you came. “Shouldn’t keep her waiting.” Her tone is dripping with toxicity. It makes you shiver.

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mattslutt · 2 months

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MINE

c.sturniolo

includes: smut, oral!female, friends with benefits (kinda), friends with secrets, teasing, pet names, dom!chris, fem!reader.

short summary: you’re always been in a little situationship with chris, meeting up everyday, having sex in secret and pretending that you’re strangers in public but after chris’s team won the tournament he broke the friends with benefits thing.

“Oh- fuck”, Chris breathed out while throwing his head back while I was on top of him, bringing both of us closer to the edge. Once I felt him release inside me i got off of him and licked the juices off.

“Atta girl”, Chris praised me as he grabbed me by the arm and leaned in to kiss me.

“Don’t you need to start getting ready for the tournament?”, I whispered between kisses.

“It can wait”, Chris whispered back, deepening the kiss, I felt his hand sliding up on my chest.

“Not now”, I whispered.

“Yes, now”, Chris groaned.

I pulled away and threw his shirt at him.

“Get ready for the tournament asshole”.

Chris looked at me the whole time as I was putting my clothes back on.

“You’re so beautiful ”.

“Tell that to your girlfriend”.

“You know we broke things off”.

“Doesn’t seem like she thinks that way”.

Chris rolled his eyes as he got off of the bed, starting to get ready for the tournament.

“Are you nervous?”, I asked him.

“Not really, I know my team can win”.

“Okay, well I’m heading out.”

“Wait”, Chris grabbed me by the arm before I was able to leave.

“What?”.

“Will you be at the tournament? You know the the final, it’s important to me.”

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will be there to cheer you on”.

“She’s not my girlfriend and I want you to be there.”

“You already got what you wanted. Sex before your big match. I think that’s enough.”

“I want you everywhere with me.”.

I looked at him and deeply sighed.

“Don’t you think how weirdly everyone would react when they’ll see me with you?”.

“I really don’t give a fuck on what people will think”, he whispered as his hands were softly trailing around my waist.

I breathed out as I backed away.

“I’ll think about it, bye for now”.

“Bye”.

At the tournament

I did arrive at the tournament because deep down I wanted to. I wanted to see how good he looks in his hockey clothing. I arrived earlier so I could catch up with Chris before his match but I saw him laughing with his team and his supposedly ex girlfriend standing very close to him. His arm was wrapped around her. I don’t know why I get so jealous when me and him are nothing. We’re just fucking for fun. At least that’s what he said a while ago.

He doesn’t know I’ve been having feelings for him and I’m not planning on telling him. He saw me from afar as he gave me a smile. I didn’t even notice how he was looking at me, I just walked away without noticing.

I walked into the nearest girls bathroom and started at myself in the mirror. A few minutes later she walked in.

“Hey”.

I turned to look at her and then turned to look at the mirror again, fixing my hair.

“Hi there”.

“Is it okay if I ask you something?”, she asked me with a worried tone.

“Go on”.

“Is everything okay with Chris? I figured that since you’re very close with him you might know what’s happening to him? He’s been acting very cold towards me”.

‘He doesn’t wanna be with you, he tried breaking up with you tons of times but you’re still not understanding the signs cuz you’re blind as fuck’ is what i wanted to say but instead

“I’m not sure. We don’t talk about stuff like that. I’m sure he loves you”, is what I said to her as I stormed out of the bathroom.

I saw more people surrounding the building so I walked into the arena to take my seat. Chris was standing next to the door. He was looking at me but I glanced at him and turned away. I was pissed and jealous. I was tired of pretending like I don’t feel anything back. I wonder if feels the same.

I saw the teams entering the ice arena and everyone was cheering and screaming loudly, especially to Chris obviously because he was the captain. I saw her again, sitting not so far away from me. She was smiling and cheering him. I started to feel like shit and so guilty because she has no idea what i’ve done with Chris plenty of times. That would destroy her and I’m trying to imagine myself in her place, I would feel the same way. I just hope that Chris will break it off with her for real in a nice way because I don’t want her getting hurt.

The game was going on for about an hour now and the teams were tied up and everybody was screaming so much. The winning goal was given to Chris. All the people surround me were loosing their minds and I know the pressure Chris was feeling. He bend down to his knees for a few seconds and he turned to the audience sight. His eyes met mine. I could see how nervous he was. I nodded to him and mouthed him

“You can do it”.

I swear, in this moment I could feel everything around me stop, like it was just me and him, having our moment. I snapped out of it quickly tho, noticing him nodding back and him holding his hockey stick firmly. He tricked the other team into spinning around in circles and him landing the puck straight into the middle of the gate. Absolutely everybody went wild, cheering. Chris was raised to the top by his team and all of them shouted “chris” at the same time. I got up and tried getting through the crowd only for her to stop again. I saw her eyes were teary and she was mad.

“What’s wrong?”, I asked her.

“I saw that little eye contact you had with Chris, I wondered why he wasn’t looking to my direction. I know everything..”,

My heart dropped because she was never meant to find out this way.

“Chris said he was gonna talk to you soon, im sorry you found out this way”.

She just looked at me and sighed.

“Look, next time, promise me that you won’t lie if you end up in situations like this. Tell the truth to the girl if the boyfriend is lying”.

I just looked at her because I felt guilty.

She softly smiled and leaned in to hug me.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too”, we both laughed it off. We quickly gave each other our phone numbers and she left the game. I saw people were leaving except the teams friends, families, girlfriends.

I tried leaving and I almost did but I heard my name.

“Chris is waiting for you”.

I turned my head and I saw Chris next to the door, I walked down the stairs and walked closer to him. He was looking at me, placing his hand on my cheek and softly playing with my hair. I slowly took off the helmet off of him and placed it on the chair. He looked so fucking good. The wet, messy hair.

“You’re so cute when you look up at me with those doe eyes of yours”.

“Yeah well I can’t change my height.”

“Sexy and feisty. Can’t get enough of you”, and with that he leaned in to kiss me in front of his whole fucking teammates. I didn’t care at that moment because this kiss felt real, because he officially broke the “friends with benefits”, situation. His whole team was cheering and that’s when I pulled away but Chris leaned me in for a hug.

“I love you, I always did”, I whispered into Chris’s ear. He had to bend down a little to hear me perfectly. Gosh, something about him bending down for me made me weak in the knees.

He smiled at those words and leaned in to kiss me again.

“My place, spend the night please”, Chris whispered between kisses.

“Okay, Christopher”.

“Call me that again”, Chris whispered again.

“I looked up at him as I pulled from the kiss for a few seconds.

“Christopher”, I whispered in a tiny seductive tone.

“Fuck, how did I get so lucky”, Chris placed his hands on my ass and leaned in to kiss me again. I softly giggled and pulled him away.

“Don’to do that here”.

“Everybody needs to know hot my girl is”.

“Go get ready”, I softly punched his shoulders urging him so we could leave this place faster.

Never saw him getting ready this fast, he practically sprung out of the bathroom and fell into my arms.

“You really are something”, I giggled while he was attacking my neck with kisses.

Durning the car ride home it was silent but it was that comfortable silence.

“I broke it off with Camilla”, Chris said out of no where.

I looked at him with a questionable face expression.

“Did you talk to her?”, I asked him.

“Yeah, I thought she left the game before I could talk to her but she was waiting for me next to the bathroom after the game ended”.

“Okay, I talked to her too. She seems hurt.”

“I know. I know. But she pretended to never hear the words when I said that we need to break up so that pissed me off”.

“Well she finally heard you”.

“Yeah.”, Chris sighed.

As we slowly pulled to the driveway Chris parked the car and turned to look at me.

“I want you to know that we’re officially breaking this shitty benefits thing. I want you. Not just for sex. But I wanna know everything about you, I wanna spend every minute with you. I want you everywhere with me”.

I just looked at him and slowly picked up his hand and placed it where my heart beats. It was beating crazy.

Chris just looked at me and smiled, leaning in to kiss me again, this kiss felt real, for the first time it felt real. The kiss kept getting more intense, more heavy, Chris leaned in closer, placing his hand on my face, his breath got heavier and his hands were trailing down around my body.

“I need you so bad right now”, Chris whispered. His tone sounded needy and whiny.

“Not here”, I whispered.

Chris pulled away from the kiss getting out of the car, he walked to my side and opened the door for me. Both of us walked into the house, Matt and Nick were eating dinner in the kitchen. When they saw us Matt immediately walked up to us, giving Chris a hug.

“Congrats on winning the tournament bro”.

“Thanks”.

Matt smiled and then looked at me.

“So I’m guessing you guys made it official?”, Matt asked.

I looked to Chris, I thought that I will have to answer this but Chris answered before I opened my mouth.

“Yes, it’s official”, Chris spoke as he placed a soft kiss on my head.

“That’s cute”, Nick came up to us and gave both of us a hug.

“Well we’re gonna head out”, Matt said.

“What, where?”, I asked.

“Nick wants to see some new movie at the cinema and he’s begging for me to go with him”.

“Okay, have fun”.

“We will, y’all have fun too”, Matt winked at us before leaving the house.

“They left on purpose”.

“Definitely, which gives us the perfect opportunity”, Chris picked me up and placed me onto the kitchen table.

“You really can’t wait, can you?”, I teased him.

“Not when I have the perfect opportunity to please my girl when nobody’s home”.

I smiled at him as he slowly began taking off my shirt as well as I took off his shirt.

He slowly took me into his arms again and took me upstairs, placing me softly onto the bed and kissing all over my neck down to my chest. I breathed heavily not breaking eye contact.

He slowly lowered himself between my thighs, taking off my thong, trailing his fingers around my throbbing clit.

“Fuck-, Chris, please”, I whined.

“Patience pretty, patience.”

Chris slowly licked my folds, low whimpers escaping my mouth, him slowly fastening the peace as my fingers dig into his hair, thrusting my hips into his mouth. He slowly entered his fingers inside, i arched my back digging my fingers deeper into his hair. He threw one of my legs on his shoulders so he would have more access.

I grabbed onto the bed sheets, biting my lower lip trying my best not to let out any sounds.

“Let me hear you ma, i love the sounds you can make with that pretty voice of yours”, Chris teased.

“Don’t fucking stop, oh - my god.”, I whimpered out, throwing my head back.

Chris brought me to the edge making me gasp out loud. He got onto the bed and leaned in to kiss me once again, leaving marks on my neck.

“Slow down there”.

“I’m good, gotta let let everyone know you’re mine”.

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the way i got lazy at the end to write the smut im sorry yall 😞😞been super super busy so please bare with this one. i love you all💗

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love-that-we-were-in · 4 months

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indelible scars, pivotal marks

pairing: luke castellan x implied apollo!reader

summary: you might be the only person who actually knows luke castellan. you don't think anyone else is willing to try.

a/n: what if i told you i got yelled at a lot after writing this. enjoy! oh this is also my first x reader in the 5 years i've been writing who cheered. have fun !

Luke is fourteen the first time he can remember sleeping through the night. He’s barely been at Camp Half-Blood for three hours, skin still splotched purple and blue, Thalia’s yells echoing in his skull. There’s no silence, a steady hum of nature that’s leveled by the voices of people he doesn’t know, and he knows he shouldn’t sleep. They’ve lost Thalia, left her just beyond the borders of an unknown place, and it’s a risk to welcome the flimsy pillow they gave him. He does it anyway, eyes closing to the sound of Annabeth’s soft breaths.

The respite lasts one night.

By morning, he’s recounted the last five years more than he ever wanted to. Annabeth clings to him then, a known comfort. She knows the broad strokes of the story, could recount them herself, but there’s gaps from before her time, and there’s things Thalia made him swear not to tell. If she notices, she doesn’t comment, just keeps her fingers close to her side. He knows that’s where she keeps her dagger - he wonders if Chiron can tell as well.

Chiron brings them to Thalia, explains what happened and how lucky it is. Luke looks at the tree, the first time Thalia has stood taller than him since they met - something she always swore she would do one day - and leans back against it as Annabeth sobs into his shoulder.

Mr D sends Annabeth to the Athena cabin before lunch. Luke doesn’t need to be told to make his way to Cabin 11. He knows who his father is. His backpack is left at the base of a bed in the far corner of the room, a group of boys gathered around the area turning to watch him the second he walks in. They move away but they don’t stop their stares.

Sleep doesn’t come as easily to him that night.

You meet Luke Castellan when you’re fifteen, standing on the edge of the lake as a golden sun rises in the horizon. It’s your first morning at camp, your first morning admiring the sunrise in months, and you think you could find a home here. Within the hour, you’re sure the calm won’t be the same – too many kids in the same space, swords and satyrs and strawberries guiding the day along – but for now there’s sunlight.

“Breakfast isn’t for two more hours,” someone says from behind you. It should be scarier than it is, put you on high alert with the way he creeps into the space without a sound. “Just in case someone forgot to mention that.”

He’s pretty. Strong chin, dark eyes. On most people you’ve met, that’s where pretty ends. Not him. There’s this way he stands in your periphery; comfortable in his worn camp t-shirt, like he was made to live in it, to have it define him for an eternity. Very few people are pretty in a way that speaks of forever.

“I like to watch the sunrise.”

He hums. “I’m Luke.”

He waits, steps away, until you offer him a seat beside you on the grass. It was something you were told once, an eclectic art teacher draped in shawls and chunky jewelry, how the sun is only as beautiful as it is when shared with another. As Luke sits next to you, you enjoy the quiet you’re positive isn’t built to last.

Luke becomes a counselor that summer. Everyone saw it coming, the way he’s known to everyone and not just the Hermes kids. Whispers of a legacy, of a potential legend in the making, followed him already, two years at camp creating grand ideas for his future – counselor status just helps to further them. It’s not that big of a deal normally. It’s potentially defining when you’re the best swordsman in almost three hundred years.

You find him on his way back from the Big House that evening, heading in no particular direction but with a clear idea of where he doesn’t want to be. It’s something you’ve learnt to read in the last few weeks, the way Luke fluctuates. How he dips in and out of personas as if it’s possible to switch them out. It comes with renown, you suppose.

“Counselor Castellan, is it?”

He smiles something bitter. “So they tell me.”

Without hesitation, you take hold of his hand. It’s warmer than yours and you feel the difference in your bloodstream. Luke doesn’t look at you, doesn’t comment, and you lead him away from the cabins and down to the lake.

There’s maybe an hour until sunset. You’re almost attuned to it now, mornings spent watching it with rapt attention. Luke normally joins you, sword dropped between you. Some mornings, the thud of metal onto stone is the only reason you know he’s arrived, still so silent in his arrival that you wonder if it’s on purpose.

“Does it make you anxious?” You ask when the silence stretches on for too long, when Luke stares unblinkingly at the horizon for longer than he should. He blinks, irises shifting from a glassy bronze and back to muted brown as the film clears. “Did they even ask if it was something you wanted?”

He scoffs and you wonder if this is where everything changes. Luke always has things he wants to say, balancing on the tip of his tongue until he figures out how to swallow them down and burn them. It’s like you can see it play out in real time, his jaw shifting, arm tensing.

“Mr D told me it was a great honor. Chiron told me it was long overdue.”

“You weren’t given a chance to say no.”

It’s a pattern you’ve noticed, not just within camp but with all the Gods. Clarisse was sent a spear with no note, but everyone knew who had sent it. Annabeth’s hat was exactly the same. Gifts. All gifts. No receipts or return addresses provided. Life at camp was something to be grateful for, always, considering the alternative most of you had already been forced to live. To comment on it would make you an enemy of those too powerful to consider.

Looking at the tense set of Luke’s shoulders, you kind of want to say it anyway.

“I’m about to have all the glory Camp Half-Blood could offer me,” Luke says and the sun begins to dip below the surface of the lake. His palm is warm in yours again. “Why would I complain?”

There’s a flurry of new arrivals no one anticipated the next summer They come in pairs, mostly, with the odd trio. Always one unclaimed within the group. Always one who gets marched to Cabin 11 in the middle of the night, sometimes after hours of questioning.

You know the nights that it’s happened, taking in the way Luke’s movements are less sharp, the way he breathes more shallowly. A conservation of energy. It doesn’t affect you much until it does, the sharp sting of Luke’s sword on your arm as he loses his footing, turns too suddenly at the sound of your footsteps.

“This is insane,” you say as you press your shirt into the cut. It’s not bad, something that will heal quickly and fade into nothingness, but Luke locks his gaze on the red dotting your skin as if he doesn’t understand how it got there. “They can’t keep waking you up in the middle of the night for this.”

“The only other place they can go is the med bay and none of them have been beaten up badly enough to be worth waking an Apollo kid.”

“I’ve seen some of the kids when they’ve gotten here, Luke,” you mutter, shirt hem dropping as the wound stops bleeding. You glance up at him. “They could do with being patched up.”

He sinks down to the floor. You stay on your feet. “This is what I signed up for when I took the position.”

There’s this way Luke’s voice gets sometimes, sharp and low and just a little spiteful. A build-up of years with little mercy granted. That’s how it is now, speaking through clenched teeth, completely biting back the vitriol and pretending there’s no heat to his words.

He’s always been pretty in the sunrise, from the day you met, but you think he might be prettiest right now – lying to himself more than he can lie to you in the moments before there’s any sunlight at all. When you would let darkness spill into itself, Luke forces light to filter in. If you caught him at the darkest hour, you wonder if that would remain.

Taking in the way he digs his nail into the fabric of his pants, you doubt even he would know how to stop himself then.

You aren’t chosen for Luke’s quest. He finds you after the ceremony, face pulled taut and bag thrown over his shoulder already. There’s no regret in his eyes, no determination either. You stand straighter when you hear him approach, grateful that he cared enough not to take you by surprise for once.

“Don’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” You say. It’s disingenuous to your own ears, the way it pitches, so you fold your arms across your chest. “Chris and Ethan will be great questmates. A band of brothers.”

Luke swallows. “Is that really what you think this is? That I wanted to make my quest a guys trip?”

“I don’t think anything of it, Luke.”

In the middle of the day, you can see him clearest. See the golden boy of Camp Half-Blood the way everyone else does. In broad daylight, there’s few things more noticeable on Luke Castellan. The slope of his nose, the straightness of his back, the comfortable weight of his sword on his hip – almost a tether to who he proclaims himself to be. It’s your least favorite version of him.

“I would’ve chosen you. In a heartbeat, I would’ve chosen you,” he says, brown eyes shifting from dim to desperate in moments. A plea to be heard. You know you’re the only one to ever truly listen when he speaks.

“Doesn’t really seem that way.”

“I just needed a reason to come back when it’s over.”

It stills the air around you. The words tangle themselves together in your brain, drown out the archers in the distance, the birds overhead. They echo and twist and they maintain their tone, the low pitch Luke uses when he’s decided to say something he doesn’t want to be heard. They bury themselves in the corner with the other times he’s used it, forever ingrained, and you don’t know what to make of them. How to define them at all.

He waits, gaze firm, until you nod slightly. You keep your chin low, determined to give little satisfaction to the situation. To Hermes giving Luke a reused quest, to the possibility of losing him because you aren’t there. It curdles deep in your gut, refusing to remain unknown.

There’s a moment where Luke hesitates, his hand twitching slightly, arm moving minutely higher from where it hangs down by his waist. Instead, his fist clenches and he exhales long and low.

“Promise to be here when I get back?”

“I’ll be really annoyed if you’re not the one knocking on my cabin door.”

He turns back to face you after he joins Chris and Ethan at the border. They’re all capable, with a history of working together. They’ll succeed, return to praise and glory and everything they deserve to have. The sun beats down on Luke as he nods goodbye and you wonder if it shines on anyone else at all.

The scar becomes a part of him.

It fades into his skin with time, going from raised and rotten to a streak of pale across his cheek. You overhear some of the Ares kids praising it as symbolic of his win, a prize of sorts, and some of the Aphrodite kids saying it makes him more appealing, makes him look stronger. You’re not sure what you think of it, tracing it with gentle fingers as it heals.

It becomes a habit, running a knuckle down Luke’s cheek each morning. Feeling where the skin tied itself back together. He never comments. You want to ask if he minds, that you’ll stop if it’s too much. The first few times you did it, in the days right after his return, he had flinched, features pinching together. Your hand had dropped, all too aware of the matted skin, how it probably still ached but Luke had taken your hand and placed it back where it had been.

His scar becomes a statement, a badge of skill that everyone at camp can recognise. There had been little debate on the truth of his swordsmanship before but now it hardly existed, undeniable proof the first thing people noticed when introduced to him.

Most people don’t bother to ask Luke about it. Percy Jackson isn’t most people.

“You got attacked by a dragon?”

It’s the first time in years that anyone has joined you and Luke at the lake this early. Annabeth used to, on the rare occasions the worst of her nightmares returned. It’s different with Percy, like being close to the water rewires him completely. It makes sense days later when you watch him push open the door to the empty Cabin 3.

“Last year,” Luke hums, one hand resting softly in yours and the other keeping a loose grip on the sword handle in his lap. Percy had wanted to see him in action after hearing the stories, so you’d both obliged. “I made a wrong call and I paid for it.”

“At least it looks pretty cool.”

The way Percy says it is different to everyone else. It’s not ingrained with this odd lust, whether for adventure or the story or Luke himself. It’s more muted, a fact of life. He’s not saying it to make anyone feel better – he’s saying it to disregard. A scar is just a scar to Percy Jackson, as if he’s known too many to care.

“I guess it kind of is,” Luke says and the three of you listen to the morning begin.

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Newcomer (Joel Miller x Reader)

Part Two of Whiskey Tears.

Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie have been a trio from the start. You were a family, but you find your relationship with Joel withering when he starts to pull away. Now a new comer makes her way into Jackson and into Joel’s heart…

You were the first one up. It has always been that way with your quiet steps and peaceful mornings filled with silence.

Your favorite part of your new home was your kitchen free from broken cabinets and rusted faucets. Curtesy to Joel of course. It wasn’t terribly warn down when we first moved in, some dusty bedding, peeled wallpaper throughout the house, but the kitchen had it worse. You mentioned it once to Joel, wondering how the two of you could bring this kitchen to life. A place where you felt most at peace. You were contempt with what you had of course, working around it as you cooked for your family.

Until one day you walked into your house to find Joel replacing them with ones the he had carved and pieced together himself.

You remember crying and him telling you not to. But how could you not? When the man you hopelessly love does something like that for you?

Joel only knew how to bqq something and Ellie was too impatient to follow directions and so since the beginning you were the designated cook and you were proud of it too.

So to find someone in your kitchen banging your precious cabinets and disrupting the system you had made… Well your ears were practically turn red and you swore if anyone would look close enough there would be steam coming out.

But you were an adult person and an adult handles everything with a sense of calm… Right?

“I’m sorry but what are you doing?” You asked as you stood in front of the island counter to keep yourself from pouncing on her.

Heather turned around with a startled jump, “Oh! Good morning! Don’t mind me, I’m just making breakfast.”

“Breakfast is my thing. Cooking for my family is my thing.” You stated clearly with a sense of calm.

I think Joel would be impressed that I haven’t stabbed this lady yet. I’m being an adult. That’s what he wanted right?

“Well I think I can handle the cooking today. It’s the least I can do.” She stated with an edge to her tone.

Stay calm. Be an adult.

You took in a sharp breath and smile, “Being as you are a guest in my home, the least you can do is take a seat and let me cook in my kitchen.”

You watched the way she dug her nails into her skin before giving you a sharp nod, “Alright. Then cook.”

“Gladly.” You muttered before making yourself at home and cooking Joel and Ellie’s favorites.

Pancakes for Ellie and scrambled eggs with deer bacon for Joel. You didn’t have pigs for regular bacon and so this was the next best thing in the apocalypse, that and Joel’s famous deer jerky.

You easily fell into your routine, humming a tune that you created for Ellie one night when she was scared. You didn’t care how Heather sat at the island and watched you like a hawk. You did what you did best. You provided for your family.

While the last bits of deer bacon was frying, you started on making the coffee before set the table with the plates and food already prepared. You also made sure to add an extra plate even if you didn’t want to.

But you were going to prove to Joel that you were an adult.

The last item left in the kitchen was the deer bacon and as you piled it on a plate you heard Joel’s drawl muttering a good morning and Ellie’s loud yawn in the dining room.

You smiled and filled a mug of coffee for Joel, holding it in one hand while you held the plate of deer bacon in the other.

“You made this?” Joel asked looking at Heather.

“I did! I wasn’t sure what you usually eat for breakfast so I asked your other daughter and she told me pancakes, eggs, and deer bacon is the perfect morning breakfast for everyone.” Heather explained as if it actually happened, she would be convincing to anyone else… Anyone who wasn’t Ellie that is.

Ellie’s brows furrowed as she stared at the table. It was plated exactly how you would plate it for them each morning. It didn’t look new and Ellie knew that…

“She did?” Ellie finally asked skeptically.

“Yep!” Heather smiled without a hint of guilt.

The way that Heather said such a lie with ease made your blood boil as you stepped into the dining room with a glare directed towards the officially unwelcome newcomer.

“Oh! Thank you for being a dear and getting those for me, I couldn’t carry everything here on my own.” A sweet smile was planted on Heather’s face, on that made you scowl.

Who says I have to be calm to be an adult?

You took three steps to the table, standing directly between where she was sitting in your seat once again. You tossed the plate of deer bacon down in front of Joel with a thud before slamming your hand down resonating a loud smack against the wood, coffee mug held tightly in the other hand.

“What the hell.” Joel exasperated at watching you loose your temper.

You didn’t care about Joel’s opinion of you. Not right now and not with this conniving witch in front of you. Your fury was centered around the horrid lies spilling out of the temptress mouth.

“First of all, I am Not his daughter.” I seethed lowly, “Second. You better tell them the truth before I cram these pieces of deer bacon that I cooked not you, down your throat you lying piece of—”

“Enough!” Joel’s voice boomed causing you to steady your hand to keep from spilling his coffee.

Your heater gaze quickly flickered to Joel who seemed angry, but not at the person you thought he would be angry with… No. his anger was directed towards you.

“Who gives a fuck who made breakfast. Will you stop causing a scene so early in the morning and just sit down?” Joel sighed.

His sigh was clearly directed towards you and you were angry that he couldn’t see whatever game Heather was trying to play.

“Are you serious? She is clearly lying to you. How are you not more pissed off about this?” You yelled.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry if I caused any trouble. If it will make you feel better, I won’t make breakfast again from now on.” Heather’s voice sounded so fragile that you wanted to smother her with a pillow.

“Oh piss off!” You turned towards her, ready to give her a piece of your mind.

“Excuse me? I much older than you—” She began and you cut her off.

“Clearly.” You scoffed.

“Dear I’m just trying to help. Maybe your too young to understand that respecting your elders is important so please— Ouch!” She yelled out in pain.

It all happened so fast. One minute she was talking and the next second you felt a sharp pain in your ankle causing you to spill Joel’s coffee on her arm.

Ellie’s eyes widened, “Shit.”

“Are you kidding me right now!” Joel’s voice boomed as got up from his chair.

“I—” You didn’t know what to say and apparently Joel didn’t want to hear it because he roughly shoved you out of the way to check on Heather.

His shoved made you spill the rest of the coffee over your hands causing you to hiss out in pain.

“Are you okay?” Ellie quickly jumped out of her seat to check on me.

“Yes… Yes. I’m fine. I— I don’t know what happened.” You said quickly as Ellie took the cup from you, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I’m going to go get some ice.” She said as she quickly rushed off into the kitchen.

“Ow! Ow ow ow. It hurts Joel.” Heather had tears in her eyes and he cleaned off her arm with a towel.

“I’m sorry… I really didn’t.” You weren’t even sure why you were apologizing, but you felt that Joel would be even more pissed at you if your didn’t.

“You— I can’t believe you— you reckless over excessive little girl.” Joel seethed at you, “Did you know she was constantly burned by the raiders that held her hostage? No. Of course you fucking didn’t.”

Ellie stepped in at the moment with ice wrapped in a towel. Joel took it out of her hands and motioned to the door.

“Tommy’s waiting for you by the barn to talk you about your new job Ellie.” Joel grunted yet his glare never left your face, “You should go.”

Ellie looked over to you in concern, “But—”

You shook your head, “It’s okay, go. I’m fine. I promise.”

Ellie left soon after and an unnerving silence between you and Joel filled the air. Your hands welre turning red because the ice that you needed was currently being used for Heather’s arm. You felt too ashamed to get another one and too scared to wonder if she had actually kicked you.

You watched Joel, an aching feeling settling in your chest at the way he was attentive to her. The way he held her gently and asked her if her arm was still hurting while you stood behind him cradling your own wounded hands. That made tears draw to your eyes.

“Joel—” You tried to call out to him, but he didn’t want to hear any of it.

“You can’t just throw a fucking tantrum whenever you want… God… I didn’t think you were this much of a brat.” He shook his head.

That left a sharp feeling in your chest as your eyes casted down to the floor in shame.

“Leave.” Joel muttered and when you didn’t move he raised his voice, “Fucking get out of my sight right now!”

That had you running up the stairs and slamming the door to his room. Sobs wracked through your body as you slid to the floor, your blistering hands long forgot as tried to calm yourself down.

“He thinks I did all of this on purpose? How could he believe her over me? …Why won’t he believe me?” You whispered into the silence.

That sinking feeling however didn’t leave your chest. The deep hatred that you felt towards a woman you’ve barely known for two days was beginning to boil and you just knew she was up to something.

You angrily wiped away your tears and changed into some warmer clothes. You didn’t care about the puffiness under your eyes or your red nose, you could blame that on the weather. After you finished getting ready you went downstairs to leave the house and start your day at work.

It was your turn to help string up some lights anyways so that made it easier to get out of the house. You could only hope that things would change before the upcoming holiday, Winter’s Hollow. A day that everyone could celebrate.

“Where you going?” Joel’s asked from behind you.

You ignored him as you slipped in your boots.

“Your hands are red…” He continued and you turned away from him so he couldn’t see them anymore.

He let out a deep sigh, “Firefly please.”

“Don’t call me that.” You finally grumbled, “Not right now.”

“You’re hurt.” He pressed.

You looked up at him with a glare as you slipped on some gloves, “Like you care. You’re the one who did it.”

“I…” He looked directly at you, “Didn’t realize I hurt you.”

His expression was one of worry and guilt. Two emotions that were very rarely shown on Joel’s face in front of anyone except for you, Ellie, or Tommy. You almost crumbled… Almost.

“Joel!” Heather called from the dining room and his head immediately turned towards her direction.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your jacket remembering why you were leaving in the first place.

“Have fun with your new girl.” You swung the door open and left.

***

“Morning.” Maria waved you over to her.

She stood by a box of lights and a lamp post.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” She teased and usually she would get a snarky reply and a smile from you, but when you remained quiet she began to worry.

“Hey… Are you okay?” She asked and placed a hand on your arm and when you fully looked at her she knew, “You’re definitely not okay. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You tried to say, but she gave you an unimpressed look.

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at you, “Something is. Your nose is red and you’ve clearly been crying.”

“It’s just the cold, I’m fine.” You tried to explain, but she wasn’t having any of it.

Maria rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, “Like hell you are.”

You sighed, “Joel and I got into an argument.”

“Over what?” Maria asked.

She was concerned of course. In the three months that you and Joel have lived here she has never heard you and Joel argue.

“Heather.” You said her name as if it were poison.

“Oh…” She nodded her head slowly, now beginning to understand the story, “It’s going that bad huh?”

“He’s been taking her side over everything these past two days and he lets her kiss his cheek and I don’t… Fuck I hate it. And she lied this morning about cooking breakfast and I swear she kicked me or something. I didn’t mean to spill coffee on her and Joel got… He got so angry.” Tears welled up in your eyes, “I didn’t mean to make him angry.” You cried.

Maria pulled you into a hug and you clung to her like a lifeline. She was slowly starting to grow on you as these past couple of months passed by.

“I’m sorry, that must be so stressful.” Maria tried her best to calm you down.

“I was so worried about him when he disappeared. I couldn’t even sleep without checking the driveway every hour to see if he was walking up those damn steps and now it hasn’t even been a week and it’s like he replaced me.” You sobbed.

“I didn’t realize they were that close…” Maria’s voice trailed off. She didn’t want to loose you, you were the closest thing to a sister-in-law she’s ever had, “I’ll talk to Tommy. See if there’s a house available that she can live in. Maybe it’s just a savior complex thing and he feels like because he saved her, now he’s indebted to her or something.”

You sniffled into her shoulder, “Thanks.” Your voice was muffled in her jacket, “I don’t want to be that person, but I think she’s a real bitch.”

Maria chuckled, “Seems like Joel is too.”

You pulled away from her hug, “He said it was because of our age… That it wasn’t right to be together.”

“Well that’s bullshit otherwise he wouldn’t have been with you in the first place.” Maria scoffed.

“Do you think there’s more to what he’s telling me?” You wondered and honestly you wouldn’t put it against Joel if he was.

“It’s Joel we’re talking about, of course there is.” Maria shook her head and you watched as she reached down to grab some of the lights, “The Miller brothers are as hard to get close too. I swear there one of those endless jawbreakers.”

“Jawbreakers?” You asked her in confusion.

“It’s like a candy that you have to continuously lick until you reach the center. I’ll find one for you one day.” She said and you couldn’t help, but snicker.

“That’s quite an analogy.” Your snicker grew into a laugh and Maria joined you.

She nudged your arm, “Oh shut up and help this pregnant woman with these lights.”

“Yes ma’am.” You laughed as you reached into the box.

Maria made it easy for you to take your mind off Joel. It was as if she had a secret spell to make you forget your worries. I guess that’s what all good friends do.

“Phew!” Maria wiped her hands in her jeans as you finished hanging up a few more lights, “I think it’s about time for dinner, don’t you think?”

You nodded your head as you stepped down from the ladder, “I’m pretty sure I can eat an entire pot of stew right now.” You said causing Maria to laugh.

“Well as long as you share then I’m cool with that. Lets go.” She said and the two of you made your way to the lodge to grab some lunch.

“You know what I’m really craving?” Maria said as the two of you stepped into the small restaurant bar, “Pickles and ice cream.”

You raised an eyebrow at her in question, “Pickles and ice cream? That sounds…”

“Absolutely amazing I know.” She was practically drooling at the craving, “One day we’ll have ice cream and you’ll understand what I’m talking about.”

“Over here!” You suddenly heard Ellie yell and the two of you turned to find her, Tommy, and Joel already sitting down at a booth.

You were relieved to not see Heather with them. You don’t think you’re ready to see her coming up to Joel right now. The two of you quickly made your way over.

Before you can even say hello Maria smacked Joel on the back of his head.

“Ow…” He grumbled as he rubbed his head, “What was that for?”

“You know what.” She said before taking her designated seat beside her husband.

Tommy gave his wife a confused look to which she said, “I’ll tell you later.”

You then took your designated seat beside Joel, a small smile on your face from Maria’s protective side.

Maria sat by Tommy on one side of the booth with you by Joel with Ellie on his right, closest to the window on the other side of the booth.

“Well it took you girls long enough to get here.” Tommy joked as he wrapped an arm around Maria to warm her up, “We were waiting to surprise you both with dinner.”

“Hey the lights can’t hang themselves.” Maria replied, but fell into his embrace, “But thank you for waiting for us.”

You watched the two with longing wishing that Joel would treat you that way, but all you received was his arm pressing into yours.

“Tell them about the horses Ellie. I swear this girl is going to be a cowgirl one day.” Tommy chuckled.

“You would not believe the day I have had!” Ellie practically shouted as she launched into her story.

You listened, laughing at most parts as her story slowly became over exaggerated, but you loved every second of it.

It was halfway through her story about how she threw herself over a fence when you felt the warmth of his hand slide over yours. Your breath quickened at his touch and the way you were suddenly hyper aware of his breath hot on your ear.

“How is your hand?” He asked barely above a whisper as to not draw attention to the both of you.

“I think I’m safe from amputation.” You jokingly said to slow the way your heart was racing.

He ran his thumb along the back of your hand muttering a, “Hm..”

The moment was nice, something that you have missed deeply from him these past few months.

“Joel…” You spoke his name softly and when his attention was solely on you, you spoke up, “I—”

“Sorry I’m late!” A shrill voice made your entire body cringe.

You didn’t turn to greet her as Maria and Tommy spoke light hello’s and Joel said no worries.

“I didn’t know you were invited.” Ellie stated with that attitude of hers and it made you snort in amusement.

“Joel invited me. To celebrate my first day at work here.” Heather explained with a smile that you knew was directed towards Joel.

“Um… Where can I sit?” She asked and her gaze fell on Joel’s again as if he would immediately get up.

As if you would let him.

You squeezed his hand just as he was about to respond. Maria saw the desperation in your eyes and she quickly spoke up instead.

“You can sit on our side.” Maria said as she nudged Tommy to scoot down the booth before she follow suit.

Heather looked less than pleased at not being able to sit by Joel, but accepted the off nonetheless with a warm smile.

Ellie carried on with her interrupted story with Maria listening intently. Your hand relaxed its grip on Joel’s while his grip in turn tightened around your hand. You knew he felt awful about this morning and he was trying to apologize in his own Joel way.

You leaned into him as your gaze read the menu that sat in front of him. It was a paper with big hand writing that contained half of what a normal menu would with only two meal options for tonight. Rabbit stew or potatoes, beans, and vegetables.

You glanced up at Joel, “What did you order?”

“The potatoes.” He answered.

You could feel Heather’s heated stare on you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You were going to fight for Joel and show her that he’s yours.

A grin pulled at your lips, “Of course you got the potatoes.” You leaned back from the menu and made yourself comfortable into his side, “I’ll get the stew then and we can share.”

His brow furrowed, “Who says I’m sharing my potatoes?”

You scoffed in mock defense, “You always share your food with me. I am irresistible.” You joked.

Joel shook his head as he chuckled deeply in amusement.

“How have you been settling in?” Tommy asked, pulling Heather away from the conversation that only you and Joel were having.

“Quite well actually, this place is lovely. I can see that you all take very good care of it.” She answered.

It was then that Lily walked to the table with three more glasses of water for Maria, Heather, and I. She then pulled a small pad of paper and a pencil out of her pocket.

She pushed her short blonde hair out of her face as she smiled, “What can I get started for you tonight?”

It was potatoes for Joel and Tommy and stew for you, Ellie, Maria, and Heather.

“Coming right up.” Lily smiled before walking away.

“You never guess what happened.” Maria quickly leaned into the table to spill some gossip, gossip that you knew very well and were more than happy to indulge in.

“What?” Ellie asked already intrigued.

“Well.” You started with a low tone to keep anyone outside from snooping in on your conversation.

“Here we go.” Tommy joked with an exagerated sigh.

“Might as well get comfortable.” Joel said to his brother, the two of them holding back their grins.

Tommy and Joel settled back into their seats, letting the girls gossiped while being interested in the gossip as well… Silently of course.

“I heard from Lorraine at the town meeting last week that…” Maria started to which you finished.

“Apparently Lily has been hooking up with the preachers daughter.” You stated matter of fact, remembering the night Maria knocked on your door right after she was told to keep it a secret.

“No!” Ellie gasped, “But isn’t that like blasphemy or something? Hooking up with a preachers kid?” She asked.

You thought for a moment before shrugging, “I don’t see how it could be.” You turned to Joel, “Is it blasphemy?”

“How should I know?” He grumbled back.

“Well…” You motioned your hand towards him, “I figured if anyone would know it would be you.”

He huffed and pinched your side causing you to squeal, “Funny.” He muttered.

“I’ve been around long enough to know that marrying someone who is related to a pastor isn’t blasphemous. I think the only thing that would be a large age gap between two especially when one is so young with their life ahead of them.” Heather mused as she took a sip of her water.

You felt Joel’s hand tense against yours before it slipped away, moving to rest behind on you the booth. This left an aching feeling in your chest that you couldn’t quite shake off especially at how specific Heather’s words were as if she were directly speaking about you and Joel.

You looked directly at Heather, “I think when they are both consenting adults then age shouldn’t matter. Love should.” You stated.

“And that is why you are still too young to understand dear.” She smiled as if she almost felt bad for you.

The booth was quiet for a moment before Maria spoke up to ease the tension.

“All I know is that they may or may not be secretly eloping.” Maria cheered.

“That seems wonderful.” Heather agreed quickly, “I don’t know them very well personally, but I wish them all the best.”

“Aww, I’m really happy for them.” You leaned back in the booth, trying to stay in the conversation and not have your mood ruined, “I can’t wait till my Ellie gets married.” You sighed happily at the thought, “It’ll be such a cute wedding and I hope my daughter-in-law will be as nice as Lily.”

“Excuse me?” Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, “She is not getting married. Ever.”

“Hey who says that I can’t?” Ellie leaned over to look at the both of you, “Not that to want to or anything, but still.”

“I say you can’t and it don’t matter if ya want to or not. It’s not happening.” Joel said gruffly.

Joel’s dad mode made everyone laugh while the food was being served. The booth once again fell into a calm atmosphere and you felt your body release some tension the moment you got warm food in your belly.

You were eating your soup peaceful. At times you would place rabbit meat on Joel’s plate while stealing a potato as payment. He didn’t seem to mind and the small chatter and clinking silverware against dishes was heard throughout our small group.

This was how it used to be and a sense of calm washed over you…

Until Heather tried to do the unthinkable.

“Can I try yours Joel?” She asked and began to reach over when Joel nodded, but you were not going to allow that.

Only I can eat off of Joel’s plate and of course Ellie too, but not Heather. Especially after what happened this morning. You thought. I haven’t forgiven her and why should I? She hasn’t even tried to apologize to me after lying to everyone.

You blocked her spoon with yours just as she reach Joel’s plate. Sharing food was your thing with Joel and no one else’s.

“No.” You said without a second thought.

“And why can’t I? It’s just food dear.” Heather had a condescending tone to her voice, another thing that you didn’t like.

You glared at her, “You have your own food.”

“And so do you.” She rolled her eyes.

You were about to say something when Joel squeezed your thigh as a warning.

He gave you a stern look, “It’s fine.” He said as he pushed his plate towards Heather.

You could only look up at him in confusion. He never shares his food with anyone. It was only ever you and Ellie.

“It’s just food.” He said as if it was the most simplistic thing in the world as he took his hand from your thigh.

It’s just food. You scoffed softly at his answer as you glared at Heather.

And maybe it was. Maybe you were over exaggerating, but being together on the road for months with barely any food, it was more than just food to you. It was the silent care that was shown between your little family as you shared the small amounts of food you had.

“Wow! This is delicious! I think I like yours better Joel.” Heather complimented.

“You can have more if you’d like.” He responded with a casual smile, one that had Heather glancing at you with a little smirk.

That made you grind your teeth in humiliation and anger.

It’s your food now and then you later. Why can’t you see that Joel?

You glanced down at your soup with a defeated look.

Do you even want to see it?

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 10)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

“Everybody stick to the plan. That means you, sweetheart.” Haymitch is sure to address Katniss directly, she loves to deviate. “We need this big, make them pay attention.“

Peeta looks to Katniss.

“We’re ready.”

Y/N taps Katniss’ chin, with a sad smile.

The lights backstage dim.

“Tonight is a night like no other.” Caesar narrates, “tonight we are joined by the victors of district twelve.”

The audience applauds.

“That’s right, we have Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Y/N and Haymitch Abernathy and two very special guests!”

The clapping only amplifies as the music begins.

“Let’s bring them out,” Caesar calls.

A beat later shouts of excitement can be heard all around as Everest tears down the isle, from the very back row. Hands reaching out as he passes, brushing against his own.

“Ah ha ha!” Caesar can barely contain himself, “it’s Everest, it’s our boy!”

Arista cartwheels out into spotlight after her brother has found his seat on stage.

“Oh, an acrobat!” Caesar rejoices. “Our little gymnast, Arista.”

The response is near deafening. Katniss wonders if they might actually short circuit as Peeta dips her back and kisses her.

“Our lethal lovers!” Caesar fans himself until they break apart.

Y/N’s dress is skintight, drawing attention to the ever growing bump. If we show them, then it’s real.

Those who are still seated rise; a standing ovation.

“Oh my gooooooooooodddddd!” Caesar howls, “how did this happen?”

“Come on, Caesar,” Haymitch claps his back, “there’s kids here.”

Caesar cackles, “well I mean, when? We had no idea-”

“It was a surprise.”

“What a happy surprise!”

“Saved it just for you,” Y/N informs him.

“May I?” He holds out a hand.

“Please.” Y/N smiles down at her belly as Caesar touches it lightly.

“Hello there, little one. It’s Caesar.” A swift kick meets his palm and he jumps back, mouth wide open. “Now that was a kick.”

The audience rejoices.

“Please, take a seat,” Caesar motions toward the children. “Let’s catch up. Katniss, Peeta, tell us, how is your new life treating you?”

“Good,” Katniss takes the lead, “it’s been incredible.”

Peeta nods in agreement.

“Thanks to the generosity of the Capitol, not only did we find love, but a second family.”

“So sweet.” Caesar coos, “and what about you, Peeta?”

“Y/N, Haymitch and the kids opened their hearts and their home to us. We’ve been very fortunate.” Peeta takes comfort in this truth.

“And what a lovely family you have.” Caesar holds a hand to his heart. “So tell us, what’s next?”

“I-I’m so sorry, Caesar.” Peeta stammers, “I just can’t wait any longer.”

“For what? What is it Peeta?” Caesar leans in.

Peeta kneels in front of Katniss, her eyes wide as he reaches into his pocket.

“Katniss, I have always loved you.”

“It’s happening.” Someone shouts from the crowd.

Caesar moves his mic closer, so everyone can hear.

“These past few months have only brought us closer and I know now, more than ever, that there’s no one else in the world I’d rather spend my life with.” The box is opened, revealing the ring.

Katniss’ hands fly up to her mouth.

“Katniss…will you marry me?”

“Yes.” Her tears are genuine. She is overwhelmed and ill equipped to handle such a myriad of emotions.

The ring goes on and he kisses her. For better or for worse.

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“Mommy,” Arista calls her mother back to her bedside.

“Yes,” Y/N smiles, patiently returning to her perch at the edge of the mattress.

“Do you think we made everybody happy again?”

Y/N exhales, “there’s really no way to make everyone happy. But I think Caesar was pretty happy, huh?”

Arista giggles, “yeah, he was so happy.”

“You know that’s not your job, right? Making everybody happy.”

She shrugs.

“You’re just a little girl.” Y/N reminds her, “and all that stuff is grown up stuff. Ok?”

“Ok,” Arista nuzzles against her pillow.

“Should I ask Aunt Madge to come lay with you until you fall asleep?”

She nods. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you more.” Y/N kisses her forehead, in parting. “Sweet dreams.” She leaves her then, allowing the sliding door to close behind her.

Madge is already there, standing watch between the kid’s rooms.

“She wants you to lay with her.”

“I’m on it.”

Y/N catches her wrist, causing Madge to look up at her. Really look at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just wanted to thank you, again.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Madge shakes her head.

“You don’t owe me,” Y/N needs her to know that. Not for taking care of you when mom couldn’t. Not for chasing monsters away when dad had to work late. Not for any of it.

“I’m here because I love you, you’re my sister, Everest and Arista are my niece and nephew. I want to help, I want to be here.” Madge assures her. “I know this isn’t your ideal night out, but we get to leave after the party. So take a breath, do your thing, I’ll hold down the fort.”

“I love you.” Y/N pinches her little sister’s cheek, once for good measure. Then runs both hands over the front of her dress. Vanity has truly outdone herself.

Haymitch comes to collect her after a bit of pregaming and saying his own goodnights.

Katniss and Peeta are dressed and ready for the short walk to the presidential palace. They’ve never been, so their initial state of awe is to be expected.

“Everyone who is anyone is here and they’re all dying to meet you, my victors.” Effie smiles, guiding Peeta and Katniss towards the stairs, lined with Capitol elites.

They gawk as if they’ve never seen a victor before, one even brushes his hand against Katniss’ shoulder.

Once they are inside Effie breaks off, she has friends here, people she knows, Katniss doesn’t. Even Y/N and Haymitch are quickly whisked away, leaving her and Peeta to fend for themselves.

“Y/N, Y/N, you have to try this. It’s new.” The Capitol woman accosting her is named Lyra; sporting a headpiece which resembles curtains.

“Oh,” Y/N stares down at the pastry in her hand.

“I need a drink.” Haymitch whispers against his wife’s ear. “You alright here?”

“Yeah, go.” Y/N kisses him once in parting before making herself at home. The food is good, more than enough to feed the starving families in twelve.

“What are you hoping for this time?” Lyra wonders, motioning to her belly.

“Um,” Y/N stammers, “I’m happy either way. Just healthy, that’s all I want.”

“That goes without saying,” The woman agrees.

“My daughter wants a sister though.”

Y/N isn’t sure how much time is lost in meaningless conversation. Others join them, asking about her dress, the children, the baby. Eventually she excuses herself to the powder room, taking a deep breath and stalling until there is a knock at the solid, white, door.

“Thought you fell in.” Finnick remarks when Y/N answers.

“There are ten other bathrooms here.” She narrows her eyes at him.

“Eleven, actually.” He corrects her, “besides I wasn’t looking for a toilet.”

“What were you looking for?”

“You.”

Y/N scoffs, “I’m flattered.”

“May I have this dance?” Finnick holds out a hand to her.

“One dance,” Y/N agrees; allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor.

“Everything ok?” Finnick asks.

No. “Yes, why?”

“I don’t know,” he looks away for a moment, then down to her bump. “I just feel like there’s something between us.”

Y/N snorts a laugh, “how are things?” How’s Annie?

“She’s doing better.” His playful demeanor is all but forgotten. “It’s always hard when I leave.”

Y/N nods, deciding not to push the issue. He doesn’t want to be here, nobody does.

“Mags is with her. It helps.”

“Mags is good?”

“Everyone’s alright.” Finnick’s eyes scan the room. “Looks like you’ll be having an interesting evening.”

“Why?” Y/N whips her head around.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” She’s very skittish tonight.

“What do you know that I don’t?” Y/N arches a brow. That’s why he sought her out, why he asked her to dance. Not to flirt, or to shoot the breeze, but to be her friend. To give her a heads up.

Finnick leans in, to let her in on a little secret. Right as the nation’s anthem booms out, the presidential welcome. “We better go.” He says instead.

Y/N finds Haymitch waiting for her, near the center of the excitement, with Peeta and Katniss. He waves her over, not expecting her to come flying into his arms.

“What happened?” Haymitch pulls back after a moment, giving her a thorough once over.

“Nothing.” Nothing yet. But this is how it starts, this is how it always starts.

He wants to tell her right then about his conversation with Plutarch; about the rebels, the growing support to end the games and the truth about district thirteen. But they’re being watched, especially here and the train is bugged.

There’s an old trick, one Haymitch and Y/N have used since the beginning of their marriage. In the shower, hushed whispers drowned out by the guise of something else. They can speak freely. He’ll tell her tonight.

Without another word Haymitch turns her toward Snow’s balcony. Both arms around Y/N as they watch the display, his mouth set in a firm line. The president has come to greet his guests, met with applause and when he speaks, complete silence.

“Tonight, on this the last day of their tour, I want to welcome our two victors. Two young people who embody our ideals of strength and valor.” Snow pauses, “and I personally want to congratulate them on the announcement of their engagement. Your love has inspired us, and I know it will go on inspiring us everyday, for as long as you may live.”

Y/N’s heart stops, unable to determine if this revelation is good or bad. Still she smiles, pointing toward the spectacle of lights behind them.

Katniss turns back to meet Snow’s gaze as the fireworks boom, leaving only him and her. Finally he nods. They did it. He’s convinced.

Part 11

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chemicallywrit · 3 months

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Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I heard so many good shows this week, let’s goooooo

🥃 I started listening to @breakerwhiskey this week, and I’m on episode 21 (which is nothing, it’s microfic), and it is so compelling. Lauren Shippen said in episode zero that she misses the improvisational feel of early audio dramas and that really comes through in this show—the wandering of the story reflects the wandering of Whiskey herself. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

🎵I am not alone in my reaction to the new season of @hellofromthehallowoods, which I think goes something like, “Wh—who—but—Arnold?????” (Seriously, Arnold???) but I love a mystery, and I love how linear this season is starting out. I’m sure that it’ll all get more complicated soon.

💔 Have you all heard Josie’s Lonely Hearts Club? It’s a call-in advice show from a fictional radio station and it is HILARIOUS. Until this last episode, which got SAD. It's a partially improvised show, so the whole thing feels so incredibly human and it always hits. Please listen, more fictional advice shows all around.

🐺 The Midnight Burger/The Amelia Project crossover was exactly as delightful as I expected. We got two shows that love historical figures and putting people in the deep freeze. What could go wrong! Absolutely nothing. With a crossover episode I always wonder if there will be enough character interaction to slake my insatiable character dynamic thirst and for this one I definitely think there was.

🍺 Inn Between dropped an episode of Dragon’s Rest on their feed this week, and I'm here to say that we did that because it's frikkin hilarious. This last episode was so good, especially with Shax trying to talk to a bartender and the bartender getting mad that Shax was complaining about her friends and not having a professional business conversation. I love you, southern-sounding bartender, and I love you Shax.

🩸Hemophobia continues to scare the heck out of me. This series, Camp Havenside, ended exactly how I expected it to, with the extra twist of that horrible half-possessed state Sam is in. Lordt. Listen to this show. Mind the content warnings. Then like, message me about it, it has taken permanent residence in my brain.

🎭 Oh Malevolent, you never disappoint me. I adore the twists the season finale took, and the real danger Arthur and John were in had me on the edge of my seat. How are we gonna get outta this one boys! Frikkin Kayne.

💎 As it ever is, @kingmakerpod was a blessing visited upon my podcatcher. Oh man though, Lucas Lando, what a scuzbag. Like maybe the worst villain yet in this series for me, and I'm including the psychic child. Lando's just unsavory. The action scenes in this episode were excellent, and I love the use of Pocket Cinnamon. For a minute when they were looking for things in the barn that don't conduct electricity, I was very worried for the cows. Honestly now a little surprised they didn't explode a cow. Hey guys, why didn't you explode a cow?

🌈 I've been listening to this actual play, @ourstoriedinsight, and it's about all the typical actual play stuff--a party of misfit adventurers, thrown together by circumstance, trying to stop the end of the world. What stands out about this one is its wonderful sound design and its tone--it's so introspective and kind. The characters are great too. I would die for Vishakapar. If you like an actual play and you don't want to wait for it to get really good, please check out Our Storied Insight.

As for personal news, boy oh boy am I working hard on the Dead! Pray for our recording schedule these next couple weeks. As for Inn Between, we'll be putting up an episode this week that is a true banger, I hope you like it.

That's it for me this week! If you like what I do, send me a tip!

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loveshotzz · 2 years

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🤔 surprising virgin Eddie w roadhead ?

Anything for my twin! (We’re both suckers for virgin!eddie and Danny D)

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader 18 PLUS NO MINORS

warnings: virgin!eddie with experienced reader. Road head (m receiving). Slight corruption kink. Cum swallowing.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always very appreciated.

Word Count: 2K

Whips of muggy evening air brush across your face from the open window of Eddie’s passengers seat. One hand outside you trace the curves of the road with the edge of your palm, eyes following the path of the faded street lines against the glow of his headlights. The soft beams of the moon mesh with the lights of his dashboard and when you look over they hit his face in a way that makes your heart flutter and your thighs press together.

Tonight had been date number four and you were determined to get him to do more then just kiss you. Shutting it down every time it would get too heated with the promise of next time, the nerves that jangled in the shake of his voice gave him away. You’d always figured Eddie might be a virgin having never seen him with any type of girl or guy through out the many years you’d gone to high school together. You weren’t exactly sure what happened after you’d graduated and he got held behind but you definitely knew he wasn’t pulling anybody at The Hide Out

Picking up a summer job bar backing the two of you reconnected when his band started playing their weekly gigs. Charming you with his goofiness and big doe eyes the crush you had on him for all those years came roaring back to life. So when he finally got to courage to ask you out a few weeks ago it had become harder and harder to keep your hands off of him. Quickly becoming addicted to the crimson that spread like a wildfire across his cheeks at your advances.

Messy curls blow lightly in the wind from your window and thick ringed fingers tap to the beat of the music on the steering wheel. His chocolate eyes are focused on the road ahead of him, biting his bottom lip you wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of his. Pulling your hand back in you crank the window shut, the difference in sound ringing in your ears temporarily before the unspoken tension thickens in the van. Eyes darting to yours he gives you a shy smile before returning his attention back to the empty road.

Remembering the way he had you pressed against the van before this, hungry lips leaving a mess all over your neck and chest had you feeling bold. Tucking your hair behind your ears you take a deep breath before turning to the side in your seat. Catching your movement in the corner of his eye, Eddie looks over at you with an arched brow

“Everything good sweetheart?” Confused by the heat of your gaze you watch the beginnings of pink start to flush his cheeks.

“Yeah, everything’s great.” Grinning sweetly you place a hand on his thigh giving it a light squeeze. “Why don’t you keep your eyes on the road?”

Shooting you another confused look and a double take he gives in fixing his attention back to where it was. His grip tightening against the steering wheel, you can feel how worked up he is from your seat just from your stare.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, the taste of cherry from your gloss hits your tongue. Pushing your hand up the muscle of his thigh the denim is rough under your palm. Eyes catching the way his pants were already tightening you fought the smug grin that dared to break across your face.

“What- what are you doing?” Eddie’s eyes are big when they meets yours and despite his nervous demeanor you can see the same want darken the warm chestnut of his iris’s.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Pushing yourself closer your fingers ghost past the bulge that was fighting against his zipper. Trailing your way up they rest against the top of his jeans.

Swerving slightly he mutters a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Cheeks burning hot, his eyebrows furrow in concentration. His grip on the steering wheel becoming so tight the whites of his knuckles showed.

“Do you want me to stop?” It definitely didn’t feel like he wanted you to but you had to hear him say it. When he takes a minute to answer you start to pull your hand away but he’s quick. Calloused fingers grip your wrist just hard enough to stop you.

“N-no.” Letting go of your wrist his sweaty fingers stick to your skin slightly before returning back to their home on the steering wheel.

Smiling to yourself you eagerly pop open the front button of his pants before slowly pulling down the zipper. Hissing under your slow movements, Eddie exhales loudly through his nose when the restricting metal is finally out of the way.

Placing a hand on his arm rest you push yourself up so your lips rest against his ear, your close proximity enough to make him groan.

“Lift your hips up for me baby.” Making sure they brush against the shell of his ear with every word he shudders under your smooth voice.

Nodding frantically he lifts them up just enough for you to shove them below the curve of his ass. Blue and white checkered boxers are revealed already stained under the hardness of his cock that is begging to be released from its cotton confines.

Licking your lips you press an open palm against the length of him, wrapping your fingers loosely around the curve.

“Jesus Christ.” Swerving again the motion makes you squeeze him hard out of reflex eliciting another moan from his lips. The redness that takes over his cheeks you could tell he was starting to get embarrassed about how sensitive he was.

Squeezing him again you watch him bite his lip to try and keep quiet too shy to look at you in the wrecked state he was already in.

“Don’t hold back, I like it Eddie.” Reaching into the hole of his boxers your fingers wrap around the smooth skin of his cock, pulling it free you give it one hard pump before bringing your lips back to his ear. “Let me hear how good my mouth makes you feel.”

Gulping loudly Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, a devilish pushing across glossed lips.

“Eye’s on the road big boy.” Stroking his ego a little bit to soothe some of his nerves you throw him a quick wink before lowering your head to his lap.

You weren’t necessarily stroking his ego, Eddie was big. You’d be lying if said you weren’t intimidated when you felt the weight of him in your hand, and even more so when it sat directly in front of your face. Slick starting to build in your panties at the thought of him splitting you in two with it.

Leaning further over you balance yourself on your knees on the passengers seat hiding yourself from the view of unsuspecting cars that might catch a glimpse. Gripping the base of him with a firm grip you let your lips hover over his pink leaking head. When your hot breath tickles against the sensitive skin he shudders underneath you. Brushing your lips against the tip you swipe your tongue out, it’s quick and teasing only collecting some of the salty precum that glistened on top.

“Holy fuck!” Swerving off the side of the road his bad driving is almost enough for you to lose your balance.

“Eddie, if you are going to kill us I’m going to have to stop.” Only slightly annoyed your chest swells at the power you already had over him. Looking up at him from underneath your lashes his brown eyes meet yours in apology.

“I’m good- I’ll be good. Shit, sorry.” Rubbing an exasperated hand over his face he refocuses his attention back on controlling the van.

It takes you a moment to get situated again, positioning your mouth right above his angry looking head. You let one more long breath fan over his length. Twitching in your hands you swirl your tongue around the tip collecting the rest of the pre cum before taking him into the heat of your mouth flattening your tongue along along the vein that protruded from the side.

Car jerking slightly you can hear Eddie cursing under his breath above you. Humming around him, you start to move yourself up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, tongue wrapping around his length with every bob of your head. Pushing yourself down on him till your sticky lips hit the side of your hand, it’s still enough of him to have you drooling down your chin.

The feeling of a tentative hand on the top of your head breaks you concentration, and you let him fall from your lips with a loud pop.

“Is this okay?” He sounds nervous when asks like he’s ruined the moment.

Without a word you free one of your hands from his length to guide his fingers to your hair, curving them with yours encouraging him. Bringing your attention back to his cock that stood tall and painfully hard in you hand you wrap your lips tightly around him again. Moving your hand out of the way finding a new home on his thigh you try to fit the entire length of him in your mouth.

Gagging slightly when he hits the back of your throat, his fingers tug harshly at your hair when he feels the wet walls of your mouth constricting around him. Nose pressed against the rough patch of hair at his base you twist your head from side to side sucking harder as you make your way back up his length.

The van feels like it’s moving faster then it should but the way he starts pulsating in your mouth tells you he’s close, and you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“I’m fuck- baby, that feels so good. Jesus you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” His voice sounds raspy when he talks, thick with want while your mouth continues to swallow him whole. Pushing yourself further down your eyes start watering as you gag around his length, a wet patch of drool forming on the crotch of his boxers underneath you.

Pulling the van over with a harsh crank of the wheel to the side of the road, his foot hits the break hard as hot ropes of cum start shooting down the length of your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, baby.” Throwing his head back with eyes closed tight his fingers slowly loosen their hold in your hair, his body going limp underneath you.

Greedily swallowing every drop you let his already softening member fall from your lips, landing on the wet spot on his boxers.

Untangling from your hair his hand rubs across his face, the intensity of his orgasm leaving him a shuddering mess. Sitting up you plop back down in your seat wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a satisfied hum. Keeping his eyes closed with his head pressed to the against the headrest you watch him take a moment to catch his breath. When his big eyes meet yours, a shy smile crosses his lips before a laugh bubbles out. Shaking his head he adjusts himself back in his pants before putting both hands back on the wheel turning his attention back onto you.

“That was, that was incredible.” Shaking his head in disbelief he leans over encouraging you to meet him half away which you do gladly.

Pressing a soft kiss to your lips he pulls away just enough to look in your eyes, ringed fingers reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Despite having his cum in your mouth moments ago your own cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“You better get used to it baby.” Stealing one more kiss you let yourself fall back into your seat stealing on of his hands in the process, excited for whatever was next for the two of you.

@munsonmunster

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scary-lasagna · 2 months

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hello, I don’t really understand your request situation right now so if I’m sending this at the wrong time I’m sorry.

But, I just read your post about Slender’s dark secrets, and I really liked it! So I was wondering if you could talk more about them.

Have a good day!!

I decided to dive into the bit about the...things Slender has done to the earlier residents.

Friends

"Why the Hell would he do that? That's a fucking strong assumption to make, Jeff." An offended tone slapped the walls of the Rec Room, unusually empty besides a proxy and a infamous killer.

Jeff and Toby have never really clicked well. Something about Toby has always managed to rub Jeff the wrong way: his walk, his love of talking too loud, his abrupt tics, and his unkept hair, for a few examples.

Jeff just didn't want anything to do with him. But that didn't mean that he hated the poor bastard. Even so, they had more in common than they thought. Not that Toby knew that.

"I'm just saying, it all makes sense, right?" Jeff faced his palms up with a casual shrug from the beanbag chair, "He killed her. And I'm not just saying that to piss you off or anything. I mean look at what he did to Kate. She's terrified of him."

Althought Toby wasn't entirely close to Kate, it was obvious how much she avoided pissing Slender off, and always happened to be missing whenever things got tense around the manor. Her burns...had he also been the cause of them?

"Just because he may or may not have done something to KAte doesn't mean that he's an evil creature. Why would he kill a random chick in Michigan? Slender wouldn't do something like that-" Toby refused to believe it, not after Slender had took them all into open arms.

Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose before dragging his palm down his face. He crossed his arms as he stared up at the proxy. "Toby, who the fuck do you think cut the breaks in Lyra's car? Who drove Tim's friend to insanity? Jack's culty origin? Fuck, even Jane. She didn't have a violent bone in her body until my incident. I mean, think about it, doesn't it all just lead back to him?"

"It doesn't matter!" Toby didn't flinch at the mention of his sister, but then again he didn't have anything backing up his claim. It made him angry. He knew he was right.

"Then ask him, Toby." Jeff nonchalantly scratched his neck, "And you'll come back not remembering a damn thing like last time." He rolled his eyes toward the brunette. "And the time before that, too."

"You're fucking with me."

"'Fraid not." Jeff tsked and wrestled himself out of the beanbag chair. "Start leaving notes for yourself, Tobs'. That's how I figured everything out."

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"I'm not quite sure I am comphrehending your accusation, Toby. Do you believe I had something to do with Lyra's passing?" The Tall Man sat at his great oak desk, his spindly fingers clasped together on his desk mat.

"I-It's just sketchy. I mean, my memory is spotty, yeah, but right after I caught The Sickness, she died." Toby adjusted his seat on the leather office chair, scooting to the edge. His leg bounced. His nails were wearing thin from the abuse of nervousness.

"Toby, why on Earth would I do something like that? In no offense, it would be pointless to me to harvest such a small soul. From my recollection, Lyra did not have any great power that would have ade her a sustainable feeding victim." Slender suddenly furrowed his brow line, his head tilting ever so slightly, "You should know this Toby. Are you feeling alright?"

"I've been a little under the weather, I guess. I'm sorry for pointing fingers, everything has just been so confusing lately. I'm loosing track of time, and I can't remember what I did yesterday." Toby ran his hands through his slightly gready hair, and took great effort in slouching into the leather.

"Perhaps it's time for a mental health day. I'll adjust your schedule to fill in Kate for your shift in the next three days." Slender opened one of the larger cabniets in his desk, pulling out one of the many vintage tabloids he used to schedule his proxies. "And if we see no improvement, then we can adjust or change your medicine if needed."

As Slender set the tabloid down, Toby noticed a familiar face peeking out from under one of the many loose papers among the mess of a busy desk.

"Why do you have Brian's folder open?"

Slender paused, craning his head to eye the headshot picture. "I'm simply refreshing my memory of his medical history. No need to wear your heart of your sleeve, Toby." Slender quickly dismissed, waving Toby's concerns away. He seemed a bit more hasty to modify the schedule.

Toby's voice dropped into a gravely tone.

"Are you sure?"

Slender slowly lifted his head to look at Toby, who seemed to be fixed on a leaflet.

Kate. More specififcally, Kate's fresh burns from so many years ago, all photographed and on display. The nights of restless sleep must have finally caught up to Slender, and forgot to tuck them away before allowing Toby to burst in.

"Did Brian do that to Kate?"

"I will now be asking you to leave, Toby, this is a breach of confidential information on Kate's behalf. I'll adjust your schedule. Have a lovely vacation." And even though the words seems so considerate, Slender stood at full height, a tendril slithering around the front of the desk to tuck any pictures under loose papers. "Leave."

Maybe Jeff was right.

Toby stood quickly, and pivoted on he heels to walk out of the room. But something stopped him. An unforeseen force keeping his body in place.

"Absterge rasa, a medietate prius. Mote fiat."

Toby turned, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Y'know, your German sometimes sounds really weird!" He laughed, "Anyway, I gotta drop that paper off to Jeff, you said he's in the Rec Room, right?"

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Baby Daddy: Fever

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Manipulation and sociopathic tendencies. Dom!Rafe. Degrading language. Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Stuck at work, you are forced to rely on Rafe to take care of your son when he’s sick. But he’s expecting you to show your gratitude in a very specific way…

WORD COUNT: 3300

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Fever

He had a habit of making a mess of things. Even if his attempts were valiant, if Rafe was somehow capable, it always ended up with the same disastrous result. It was what made the current meeting you were in that much more difficult as you couldn’t help but wonder what you’d be returning home to. The thoughts that danced unwelcome throughout your mind, across your cerebrum and down into the deepest pit of your stomach, made any necessary conversation into background noise. To make matters worse, any attempt made to sneak a text beneath the table went ignored as you could even picture that sadistic grin he’d express in knowing he had you on the proverbial, and now literal, edge of your seat. Until finally you were able to return home, running at least half of the stop signs before finally coming to the front door of your apartment.

But you stood in complete shock to what lay before you to witness.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. In fact, more of a nothing than how you left it. The single mug left in the sink from having been in a rush to leave to evade him as you switched off your parental roles had been washed, dried and put away. The laundry formerly on the couch had even been set according to how you had everything organized. And your mail had been left untouched on the counter. All indications that Rafe must have hired someone to be respectable of your space. But before you could even fully process your newly cleaned apartment, he emerged from your son’s room with a content expression.

“His fever just got under 101,” He pulled the old baby monitor from his pocket, setting it on the edge of the counter that separated you. “You’re going to want to give him Tylenol in about two hours because I just gave him Ibuprofen before that, if he still has a fever…” Your lips parted to interrupt him, trying to find some way to berate or correct him. But instead, all you could do was stare in awe. Those words forced back down your throat, more bitter than they were upon your tongue.

“What?”

“Where is she?” He released a sigh.

“Who?”

“The nanny or whoever you hired…”

“Is it that hard to believe I could know what I’m doing-”

“I’ve never even seen you throw away a post-it note and you cleaned my entire apartment…Took care of him…AND managed to not infiltrate my mail…”

“If there was a name I didn’t recognize, that’d be a different story.”

“Right…because you know everyone in my building, I’m sure.”

“Sweetheart…” He took a step closer. “I know everyone on your block. You think I’d let my son around anyone…unsavory?” His eyes glimmered with mischief as if he was well aware of the irony he spoke of and found amusement in it. Especially to your reaction against him.

“Chase across the hall. Maddy and Laci on the other end. The nice elderly couple below you-” Your eyes widened, “He has a son about my age…Doesn’t understand why I wear my hair without a ‘proper cut’.” Your lips parted as he continued. “A school teacher with a VERY serious boyfriend he’s planning on proposing to next Christmas, not to mention-”

“Jesus Christ, Rafe-”

“Do you think it’s ironic how nobody’s welcomed you? How nobody’s brought a fruit cake or whatever the hell people bring? I made it clear you don’t get bothered-”

“Even you don’t have that much influence…” To this, he moved even closer to you, pinning your back against the edge of the bar by his presence alone as he didn’t make contact. Instead, his palms were forced to endure the rough curve of your back’s support as he lowered over you.

“I seem to have it where it matters. Between your legs-”

You rolled your eyes as his smile widened.

“Usually that doesn’t happen until I’m inside you-”

“Stop it…”

“Maybe you should show me how grateful you are that I’m such a good guy…Considering you could have had some asshole who guilted you to come home…I just want you to come at home…” He used the back of his knuckles on your arm, tracing just enough for you to remember how his touch, and only his touch, made you alight from the inside out. The flutter of your eyes, no matter how hard you fought to react, verified for him that he still held that same ‘influence’.

“Could have even hired someone…But I’m a good dad…Good enough to make you call me ‘daddy’-” Your jaw clenched as he made a sudden grip in your hair.

“Rafe-”

“Knees.”

“I’m not-”

“Willingly or forced, one will be more pleasant for you…” He moved just close enough so you could feel his breath in the split of your mouth, interrupted words left unsaid on the tip of your tongue.

“Yeah?” He smirked, knowing well aware of his overall effect on you. Your jaw clenched as you were well aware he was not one to release such intentions easily. If he set his sights to you, you had only one choice; to submit.

“Please…Not here…” You looked in the direction of your son’s bedroom set at the first door in a small corridor as he guided you by your wrist and into your own room. The second you were alone, he thrust you into him. Lips cast aside as he focused on keeping you silent by intertwining your tongue with his own.

“You should be grateful I wasn’t pestering you every ten minutes asking questions, guilting you for not being here as a ‘mom’ should…” He explained while unbuttoning your blouse.

“But I know my girl works so hard…” He kissed down your neck and to the exposed cleavage just as his thumbs came to either nipple, hardened beneath the thin bra.

“You should spend your days waiting for me. Wondering how I’m going to make you come-how you’ll make me…The ONLY thing you should be worried about…”

“That’s no way to live as someone’s sex slave…”

“You wouldn’t be ‘someone’s’,” He suddenly tore your bluouse apart, buttons thrown in every direction as his hands came to the new exposure of your hips. You were spun against the door, his body pressing you to the cold fake wood before you, breathing inhibited by the force of his weight.

“You’d be mine…” Your mind spun as it always had in his presence. As you wanted to rival him and remain strong in your virtues and morals, his ascending fingers from your hip to your neck left them as nothing but embers at your feet. You blamed the history between you as having been why you always allowed it. But in truth, it was because you relished in how he knew just how to touch you. How to make every nerve in your body alert to him, even before he would touch you. As his gaze alone was enough to project that unhealthy rate of your pulse. And just as you were aware it would never fade, he was aware it existed against even your most potentially victorious efforts.

“But you always are, baby, aren’t you?”

“I’m not…” His fingers tightened around your neck. To enough to be perilous to your life, but enough to remind you of the threat that he could control you with an effortless grip.

“Then why are you wet?” Your brows furrowed to how he could know this. Even if your body had trembled in his arms, there wouldn’t be a chance he’d know such a thing. Not physically anyhow.

“Oh yeah…soaked…” His fingers were beneath your skirt, your legs crossing to try and keep your most intimate caverns concealed, but he was already against your clit. Playing your sensitive bundle of nerves as if a virtuoso to the music you offered in the strum of his touch.

“But I remember telling you to do something.” He performed an array of unkind rubbings before directing that hand to your hair, turning you to face him.

“If I have to ask again, you won’t get to come…and for how fucking uptight you always are, I’d say I’d be doing us both a favor to let you…” You clenched your jaw, wanting to fight him, needing that strength to push him away. But all you could do was obey. Because you wanted to-needed to. Because you knew being on your knees for Rafe was the only way you could really have any control over him. It was a way he showed how he trusted you. Having his most sacred and used part of his body where you could harm him. Yet neither of you allowing it as you both basked in the pleasure in contrast. The same pleasure he may have been undeserving of in all days but today.

“Look at you…” He used his ringed finger against your cheek. “THIS is where you should be. Waiting for me after work like this. Wanting this. Not fighting it.”

“Then let me.” You offered, his lips curving into a grimace of approval, before he unbuckled himself with one hand as the other remained in your hair. Softer now, but still set in place.

“No touching anything else until I say.” You nodded, feigning submission before beginning the endeavor that was oral sex.

His cock was cruel. Too large. Too wide. But promised pleasure you couldn’t find in even the most expensive of sex toys or experience of rivaling partners. Even your own fingers and the dirtiest fantasies,all which included him, did nothing but compare to him, failing in each variety. It was what motivated you beyond the tears and the retching, as well as the ache that always existed when he had you for him this way. All worth it for the promise of how this same shaft between your lips would offer you incomparable ecstasy between your legs.

“I’m probably gonna get sick now, too…Make it worth it. Give me something to remember while I’m in bed without anyone to take care of me…” He ordered through clenched teeth as you looked up to him with that teary gaze that made him cease you.

“Keep those eyes to me. Open your throat…Take me all the way…yes…” He felt you tense as he breathed an amused exhale.

“I won’t come…I save that for that sweet little pussy of my good little whore. But you go against me. Even once…And I just might, here…” He teased your neck with a grip, he would not commit to, before he now sat on the edge of the bed, unable to stand the sensations your tongue and suction brought him.

Just as he could offer you, you had him at that orgasmic release. The weight of his balls teased in your hands as you twisted and teased them, feeling him shift and moan over you.

“Look at me-” He ordered, hand pulling you to the very tip of his cock.

“Just the tip. Slow…But keep those eyes open…” He explained as he took you slowly. Guiding you to edge himself as you kept his expression in eyeshot. The way his lips parted to struggle for allowance of pleasure had been the same fervor of those eyes too lust blown to exist in the cool blue they usually wore.

“Only a slut obeys so blindly-so eagerly…And that’s what you are for me, right baby? My perfect little slut?” You nodded, too needy to contradict him.

“That means you’re dripping for me, right?” You bobbed your head.

“Stand up.” He ordered as you offered one final corkscrew suck, a satisfying pop acting as a farewell to your oral fixation to him, before he pulled you towards him.

“You come before I say,” He began to command, taking both of your wrists behind your back with the use of only one of his large hands, “And you won’t get to for a VERY long time. I’ll make sure of it.” You only flared your eyes in understanding as he set his ringed finger between your thighs.

“Let me see just HOW much of a slut you really are…” You shuddered to his touch climbing to your interior, his lips pulled to a wider grin.

“Already eager?” You nodded.

“Oh, baby…” He patronized. “You soaked through your panties for me, again…” He bit his bottom lip for only a moment.

“Take ‘em off.” You kicked them freely, watching them brush his knuckles, before his hand returned to the new space between your legs. But only to drop down and retrieve your panties. His second hand’s thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“Open.” You believed it had been to suck his thumb, a slight kink all its own for him. But instead, you found your own panties in your mouth. Savoring your own release as he threatened your sex with his touch.

“Can’t let our son know just how loud his mom is for me…” He scoffed. “And you’re gonna scream…” He began immediately, a rough insertion mended by the pulsation of a second finger offering the illumination of the fulfillment he offered you.

“Good girl…fuck my fingers, you little slut…show me how badly you want my cock…come on…” You released your inhibitions against him. Down to his knuckles, riding over him as he took turns at your breast and your ass, fondling whatever skin made you wince and react the most. But those very reactions were what caused him to pull the panties from your mouth and back onto his cock.

“Bend.” You obliged, his hand now in a rough smack to your ass.

“Stroke it.” You spit on his shaft, precum greeting the droplets, before you used your own panties over him. To showcase his approval, he spread your cheeks with one hand before teasing your perineum and your sex with his fingers. One finger then two once again.

“Rafe…” You moaned.

“Quiet! I want to hear how wet you are…” He shot as you moaned behind lips bit together, relishing in the sound for yourself as well.

It could have been a minute or an hour, but the pleasure seemed to approach quickly. Waves to your carnal shore as he continued the patterns that led you closer and closer to that crest.

"Mommy?" A faint voice came from the opposite side of the bedroom door as you were quick to adjust. But this only led Rafe's fingers deep inside with a hooked rest directly at your g-spot.

"Don't. Move."

"Everything okay, buddy?" Rafe asked, fingers never stopping.

"Is mommy home? I heard her praying with you daddy."

Praying? Suddenly you were mortified. The belting to God with how Rafe made you feel just a moment ago had been overheard by your son. But as your cheeks flushed, he finally rose, a smack to your ass as he looked back to you with a grin.

"You pray with a lot of , like the girl from earlier-" Your eyes narrowed as he looked over his shoulder enough to feel your scowl.

"Why don't we get you back to bed?"

"But if mommy isn't here, why do I have to still pretend to be sick?" Your eyes narrowed. You remembered the call midway through the early work day of how believable they'd both been. It made your blood boil beneath your skin.

When am I gonna learn? You asked yourself while redressing.

"How about we have you go to bed now and then in the morning you, me, and mommy go get some pancakes?"

"Yeah!" Rafe left for only a moment, your eyes cast to the monitor, still left in the bar from earlier, your heart twinging to the sweet moment. But the second he returned towards you, you thrust a throw blanket and a pillow at his chest. The force surprised him enough to be knocked off kilter for only a moment.

"Looks like your attitude needs a reminder-"

"The only reason your ass isn't on the curb is because of how he lights up when you make plans with him. Ones you WILL keep or so help me God…" His eyes narrowed in having been aroused with how you spoke to him.

"Baby ..Its gonna be so cold out here all alone." You cocked your jaw.

"Have the girl from earlier help. Sounded to me like she kept you plenty warm." You slammed your bedroom door, locking it in place before finding rest within the sheets. Restlessly, you shuffled beneath them after the peace you made in getting the last word over him. Somewhere between dusk and dawn came a shuffling weight at your back.

"I wasn't finished." He spoke into your ear, his hand immediately finding and stroking the fold between your legs.

"How did you get in? I locked the-" One finger already had you shuffling into him. The reasons he made you jaded again this having now fallen weak.

"Oh sweetheart," he chuckled, "you think a locked door is going to keep me away from this?" A second finger separated your lips apart as his cock moved between the divide as only his shaft remained.

"I've done a lot more for less…" He thrust into you, his fingers forcing yours to embed into the sheets as he slowly savored you.

"Rafe-"

"You're coming whether you like it or not…" he drove his fingers to your clit, slowly and agonizing flicking, making you into nothing but groans.

"It's just up to you on how long it takes…"

"I-"

"The more you fight it, the harder you're gonna come…Because I always win, baby…so let me win a bit easier this time…yeah?" You moaned beneath him as he grinned into your shoulder.

"No-"

"Oh…yes…" he turned you to your knees, setting your hands to your headboard as he took you fully from behind. The weight of him slapping at you from this position as you shifted your wrapped hands to the wall to keep the headboard from pounding as it had.

"Did she come for you like this?" You spat looking back at him.

"Who?"

"The girl you brought here?" You grunted as he took you to his chest, his feet pinning your ankles flat.

"There is nobody else. Your neighbor stopped by with your mail, something you tried to hide from me…" he pulled your jaw to him. "She just kept saying "oh God," flirting and laughing. It was sad. He asked why you say that and that's what I told him. You prayed. Might need to for forgiveness after this…" He explained once slowing his thrusts. Pulling back and slowing to watch himself pump in and out of you. You turning back to bask in how he adored the sight.

"Now I shouldn't have to explain myself. I put up with enough of your bullshit. So give me what I deserve…" He wrapped his hand back around your neck as it had been so many times before. In the attempt you made to speak, he tangled your tongue into his as he made you come undone in seconds. Nodding into the kiss as you struggled to focus on it with the rising ecstasy, he divided your clitoral hood and rubbed in desperation as you shook.

"More." He grunted as both of your hands took hold of his wrist.

"Rafe-!"

"More!" He growled, flipping you onto your back, hiking your legs over his shoulders, and pounding into you as he pulled yet another orgasm from you.

"Yes baby…all over my cock, come on…"

"Mmm…yes…yes…fuck!"

"Oh…you did…" he smirked, withdrawing his fingers and his cock in unison before dropping down between your legs.

"Rafe, I can't…"

"You will." Your eyes rolled as he dropped to your clit, proving to you that even if your son was the one who was feverish, Rafe was the one who was truly sick. But you loved it…

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awmancreeper · 7 months

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⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 1 - Friends? They disappoint me

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

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After arriving at school, Soobin scanned the lecture hall for his friends but soon realized he’d somehow arrived earlier than the two. Taking a seat Soobin’s eyes drift towards the large window, observing the blue sky as he recollected the conversation he’d had with his childhood friend.

He’s always been alone, ever since he was a kid Soobin was outcasted for his hobby. Scared of being bullied Soobin stuck to himself but Yeonjun always seemed to stick by Soobin. Although Yeonjun was the polar opposite of Soobin being a social butterfly and all, he still made an effort to make sure Soobin never felt alone.

Even so… now looking at the uni students around him as they chatted amongst their friends, Soobin felt lonely.

Maybe Yeonjun was right, Soobin can’t always expect Junnie to be there when Yeonjun has his own life. Maybe it was time to expand his tiny friend group.

Yet again friends don’t fall from the sky

“BEOMGYU!” A female voice broke through Soobin’s train of thought as he turned his head to see a girl stumbling towards him.

Losing her footing, she fell back hurdling towards the hard desk. “Y/n!” Another female voice yelled

Face scrunched up preparing for impact, Soobin was fast enough to place his hand on the edge of the desk preventing the girl from slamming her head against the table.

With a grunt, Soobin felt the pain of his hand being brutally sandwiched between a desk edge and a skull. “Oh my god Y/n! Are you okay?” A bunny-like girl quickly picked up her friend.

“Yeah I’m good” Soobin’s eyes followed as the girl turned around. Her e/c eye darts towards his now red hand to Soobin’s face “Quick thinking dude!! Thanks!” You said smiling at the dumbfounded man “I-I-I”

“Yeah seriously” an Aussie accent spoke

“Soobin right?” Another voice tuned in, Soobin looked and it was one of Yeonjun’s friends Taehyun… in fact, they all are Yeonjun’s friends well more like in the same social class

There was Taehyun, the super smart but actually cool guy

Beomgyu, a class clown type

Jake, the frat boy

Minji, the girl everyone guy wants to date

And the leader; Y/n, the golden girl. Between her look and personality there was nothing not to love.

“Soobin huh?” You spoke kindly as Soobin stared up at you speechless “well um…”

“My hero,” placing a hand on your hip your laugh but quickly stop spotting the redness building up on Soobin’s hand “Woah you took quite a hit!” Taking his hand into yours

“Duh with your hard head I’m surprised his hand isn’t broken” Beomgyu added earning a glare from you and smack on the head from Taehyun.

Switching your attention back to the flustered man who was checking out your shirt wondering if it’s supposed to be that revealing. Your soft smaller hands held his large hand ever so gently afraid of it being injured “does it hurt?” You asked

“N-No, not really” Soobin spoke eyes shifting between your doll like eyes and plush chest. Not really aware of this man checking out the color of your bra hardcore you send him a smile and gently dropped his hand “Thanks again Soobin,”

“That could’ve been really bad” you said laughing making his heart pick up ever so slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay Y/n?” Jake asked following the group of friends to their unassigned ‘assigned’ seats. “Yeah but I’m surprised Gyu actually tried to kill me” you responded joining them

“I said I was sorry!” Beomgyu whined

Soobin looked at his hand as it slightly throbbed in pain only to envision your smile. His eyes dart up seeing your smile as you chatted with your friends.

Flabbergasted at what just happened replayed the scene over and over again in his head trying to comprehend it.

Yet at the end he only came up with one observation, THE Y/n spoke to him

The beautiful, charismatic y/n spoke to awkward ole Soobin

And also your skirt was really short evidently with your white panties showing peak out as you lean over to talk to Taehyun.

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lucienarcheron · 10 months

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An Unexpected Visit [ Elucien ]

Prompt: Drunk Elucien requested by ‘nonnie. Genre: Fluff Rating: SFW

“Y-You’re very pretty.” Lucien said with a hiccup and Elain blinked rapidly, giving him a confused look.

“Um…thank you but I don’t understand what you’re doing here at this hour, Lucien.” She said softly and tightened her robe around her sleeping gown. It was past midnight and normally Elain would’ve already been asleep. But she had been so engrossed in the book Nesta had recommended that she hadn’t noticed the time.

Until Lucien had showed up.

He hadn’t come to her door — hadn’t knocked to be let in. He had simply winnowed into her room and Elain had bit back a scream at his sudden appearance.

While Lucien was always welcome, she would’ve liked a warning. At a much earlier hour.

Lucien swayed slightly and a flicker of annoyance flashed across his face. “I came, Elain, because I l-like you and wanted to t-talk to you without everyone else sticking their nose into our d-damn conversation.” He slurred and pointed at her. “You are a very hard woman to c-catch alone.”

“So you decide to just come uninvited to my bedroom at one in the morning, drunk?” she asked him with an arched brow.

“The drinking was an a-accident.”

“How so?”

“Well…” he began and then looked at Elain with wide eyes, his expression matching a deer caught in the wild and she resisted the urge to giggle. “See, I wanted to s-speak to you right after dinner but Nesta kept murdering me with her eyes and F-Feyre kept laughing at me so I thought if I had some liquid c-courage, I would feel better about this conversation.”

“And do you feel better about this conversation now?” She asked, amused. She watched him scrunch his nose, his scar becoming more noticeable with the movement and Lucien nodded and then shook his head.

“I think I had t-too much liquid courage.” He mumbled then hiccuped, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, eyes wandering the room. “Can I s-stay? I don’t know how to go back to my room.”

Elain ran a hand down her face. “I don’t really think that’s appropriate.” She said but as she said it, Lucien had already stumbled his way to her bed and sat on the edge of it, still blinking at the sight of her room. His eyes landed on a jacket that was resting on the back of her sitting chair in the corner and Elain flushed.

“You still have my jacket.” He said softly and blinked at her with a small smile. “I always wondered what happened to it.”

“Oh um. Well…” Elain began then slowly made her way next to him, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, leaving enough space between them. “I never did get a chance to give it back to you…I almost don’t want to. It, um, it brings me a sense of comfort.”

She had whispered that last part and curled a loose piece of hair behind her ear before risking a glance in his direction and Lucien was looking at her with delight in his drunken stupor.

“You don’t e-ever have to give it back.” He assured with a nod and smile. “I’m glad you still have it.

“But Elain?” He continued, his voice small.

“Yes?”

“Does this mean you l-like me too? B-Because I’m not sure if you do.” He slurred slowly, a frown forming on his lips and Elain watched as he glanced down at his hands in thought. “See, sometimes I think you d-do because you blush and g-giggle when we talk. And we went on a date, but then…,” he paused and shook his head again, his frown turning into a pout. ”But if you d-don’t, this is really embarrassing and I — I should leave and n-not come back.”

“Where would you go?” Elain asked, amusement in her tone and Lucien blinked slowly, his pout intensifying.

“Feyre said I could s-stay as long as I wanted. So probably to my r-room.”

“That’s not very far.” she said with a chuckle. “I still live here too.”

“But I’ll pretend I don’t see you.” Lucien said and nodded, then used a hand to cover his eyes. “S-See? I’m already doing it.”

Elain laughed softly then shook her head. “Lucien?”

“I-I’m pretending I don’t see you.”

“But you can still hear me?”

“…I can only c-cover one ear, Elain.”

She laughed again then pulled his hand away from his face. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I do like you.”

“You do?”

“Mm. I do. I would just like you a little better if you didn’t winnow into my room unannounced so I don’t end up dying of shock.” she mused.

Lucien looked at her silently for a moment then nodded slowly. Elain opened her mouth to continue but he suddenly stood, swaying slightly, and made his way over to her door then walked out, shutting it quietly behind him.

She blinked.

Then a knock came. Elain’s brows furrowed as she walked to her door and slowly opened it to find Lucien standing there.

“Well, hello.” Elain said, her lips twitching.

“Hello.” he replied then hiccuped. “May I c-come in?”

“At this hour? Empty-handed? Whatever could your intentions be, Lucien?” Elain said with a tilt of her head and a smile.

Lucien pursed his lips then held up a finger and turned around, glancing about the hallway until he found what he was looking for.

Elain’s light laughter filled the hall and she tried to stifle it as Lucien walked over to her, carrying a vase of flowers that had been placed in the hall for decorations.

“F-for you.” he merely said, handing her the vase and another giggle slipped from her lips.

“Interesting choice. Thank you.” she replied, looking at the vase and then back at him. “If I invite you into my bedroom, are you going to behave?”

He nodded with wide eyes. “Of course. I’m not an a-animal.” he replied then scowled. “Despite what Nesta says.”

“Does she hurt your feelings when she talks to you like that?” Elain teased as he stepped into her room and she closed the door.

“She’s mean.”

Elain chuckled at his childish tone and then placed the way too big vase on her vanity. Turning, she found him back at his spot at the edge of her bed, but instead of sitting, he was laying down. She bit back a smile.

“Sleepy?”

“A l-little.”

“You said you wanted to talk. What did you want to talk about, Lucien?” she asked, sitting down next to him except this time, she was closer.

Lucien turned his head, his eyes flickering to hers before turning back to stare at the ceiling. “I wanted to ask you on another d-date.” he mumbled then turned his head again to face her. “Do you w-want to go on a date with me?”

Elain smiled. “This is what you wanted to talk about without everyone around?”

He snorted. “Well yeah.” he sat back up, swaying slightly again. “Because this way, no one will know and we can keep the details p-private. Is that okay?”

“A private date?”

“N-no. Privately planned date. So no one c-can crash it. Like our last date.” he replied, nodding seriously and she chuckled.

“And where do you want to go on this privately planned date?”

“I w-want to take you to a garden show.” he hiccuped and Elain perked up. “It s-showcases all the different kinds of flowers across Prythian.”

“Here, in Velaris?” she asked breathlessly and Lucien nodded.

“Apparently it’s having its first show tomorrow afternoon. I heard that they’ve been putting it together for quite some time now using m-magical rocks to keep all the plants alive.” Lucien said and gave her a small smile. “I t-think it would be a nice place for a date.”

Elain smiled widely, her cheeks flushing in delight. “I think it would a perfect place for a date.”

Lucien’s smile matched hers. “Then it’s a d-date. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” Elain repeated then she paused. “But can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Anything.” he immediately replied, sitting up straighter. She gave him a small smile and then stood, making her way over to his jacket that hung on her chair.

“It’s been washed since then so it doesn’t really smell like you anymore…” she began, running a hand down the sleeve and then holding it out to him. “Would you wear it tomorrow? I’d like to associate it with better memories.”

His eyes flickered from the jacket to her face and Lucien nodded, his lips turning up at the corners. “O-Of course. I can do that for you.” he replied, reaching to take it from her but Elain stepped back, holding the jacket to her chest.

“But just so we’re clear, you have to give it back after the date.” she insisted, the flush on her cheeks deepening. “I —I want to keep it.”

Lucien’s lips twitched but he chuckled. “You have my word, the jacket is all yours afterward.”

“Then it’s a date.” Elain announced with a smile.

“It’s a date.” Lucien agreed with a smile of his own then hiccuped and flopped back down on her bed. “But can I s-stay? I really don’t remember the way back to my room.”

Elain rolled her eyes and tossed him the jacket. “Aren’t you skipping a few steps, Lucien? It’s usually after a few dates one invites himself into his date’s bedroom.”

He grinned at her. “My i-intentions are pure, mate.” he replied. “The most I’ll probably d-do is vomit.”

She crinkled her nose. “That’s quite the romantic gesture.”

“Anything for you.” he said with another hiccup, reaching out to poke her nose but ending up poking her cheek instead. “Please?”

Elain scanned his earnest expression, her heart thumping at his question. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? She liked having him here, close.

“You stay over the covers, I’ll sleep under them.” she finally said quietly and Lucien smiled and then nodded.

“Okay.”

“You’ll keep your hands to yourself?” she questioned with a warning in her tone, even though she already knew he would. Lucien gave her another serious nod and put a hand over his heart.

“P-Promise.”

Elain nodded then and the two moved. She gestured for him to take the side she normally didn’t sleep on and Lucien slid his shoes off eagerly, folded his jacket on the nightstand next to the bed, and then lay down comfortably on top of her sheets. Elain watched him, amusement coloring her face before chuckling quietly and then slipping under the sheets.

She had debated for a long moment on whether to take her robe off then waited to make sure he wasn’t looking at her before slipping it off. Elain turned on her side, facing him as he faced the ceiling with a sleepy smile on his face.

“You won’t get cold?” she asked suddenly and hesitantly reached a hand out as Lucien shook his head.

“Nope.” he replied and turned to face her, his eyes landing on her hand between them. “B-but if you get cold, I’ll be here for you.”

Elain smiled. “I thought you promised to keep your hands to yourself?”

“I don’t have to t-touch you to get you warm, Elain.” he replied quietly and met her gaze. Elain felt the bed heat beneath her and her brows went up in surprise. She laughed.

“Already showing me your moves in bed, Lucien?” she asked, flushing at her own bold question. He always did seem to bring out a different side to her.

Lucien grinned. “I figured a p-preview wouldn’t hurt.”

“Hopefully you won’t vomit and ruin it.” Elain said with a serious nod and he laughed.

“No p-promises there but I’ll make sure to face the other way.”

“So considerate, you are.”

“Now shush, Elain. We need to sleep so we’re awake for our date.” he mumbled. “T-try not to take advantage of me in my sleep.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. “Oh, how will I survive the night then?”

“Tomorrow.” he slurred, bringing a hand to pat her hand that was still settled between them. “T-touch me all you want then.”

Elain chuckled and turned her palm up to settle it against his own. “Tomorrow then.”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #gfics #fic: an unexpected visit

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caramelstarlight · 11 months

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Hi! I really like your works, I’ve just been too shy to send in anything. If your taking prayers right now, maybe a Tighnari x reader, where reader is Alhaitham’s sibling and can be described as the Akademiya’s “crazy lady” always coming up with insane/crazy theories and projects, will rant about topics that even leave the Sages scratching their heads, but still highly respected. People are really surprised when they learn that Tighnari and the reader are dating and Alhaitham's sibling. (sorry if it's a lot) I understand if your busy and not taking prayers at this time.

✅ /⭐️ Yeahh bestie I gotchu. Prayer is accepted!!

(Points to you for being a person who didn’t use anonymous xd! They can be so rare sometimes.)

Gonna make us Rtarawhist or whatever. Ngl I’m kinda in genshin as a character. Aka Layla. I used to have a mini Cryo vision and I like swords the best. My name is similar spelling to layla but has the same way of pronunciation.

Illuminating the Flora

(F reader/lil sis of Alhaitham x Tighnari)

(Characters: Tighnari, F Y/N, Alhaitham, Layla, Cyno, Nilou, Collei) (Hydro vision, Sword) (Healer / Attacker)

Sypnosis:Female reader who loves coming up with Theories that are beyond understandable to anyone else beside them(Al-Haitham excluded prob????) meets her partner. Fluff with fighting(Extroverted reader, they would be rambling on about their theories so they’d be social-?)

Story under cut! (Slight angst bc of fighting???) (Can be read as G/N if you ignore the Al Haitham calling you his sister.) (Keeping this in mind that it’s Rtawahist)

“Heyy Layla!” You said as you waved to her excitedly. Going towards the sleep-deprived woman. Holding a few pieces of paper as she saw you while near the fountain. (The one in her hangout where you meet!) She’d wave silently interested in what’s you come up with today. She and her other half found it interesting of what your brain could think of so quickly. It may not make a lot of sense to them but they see how happy you are so they don’t dare to ruin it.

“What’s you come up with this time Y/N?” She’s ask yawning in between her sentences. Having another all-nighter… placing herself on the fountains edge. Being careful to not get herself wet. You mimicked what she did before explaining what you had come up with.

“you see, if the stars and planets are made of dust, shouldn’t water in the space make them grow or dissolve? Especially the sun! It’s blazing hot! It’s worse than traveling to the desert sometimes.” You’d question yourself trying to come up with an answer as she laughed quietly. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t grow or dissolve. I don’t think they’d really be affected by the water.” A few talks with Layla seemed to help you with your theories and projects that you could do. Wondering if others could agree with your theories. You may be young but your mind is always head of your years. Same goes for Al-Haitham. maybe it runs in the family…

“I’ll be off Layla! Thanks for helping me sort my thoughts out.” You’d say. Waving goodbye as she went to her class. Your next class is about Zodiacs. What makes people them in a sort of way, it is believed that your birth month changes you slowly but helpful in the process.

Seeing him in the class brought you great joy. He was always early to his classes and you happen to share two classes. You took your seat as your gaze lingered on him for a bit of time. Before you turned your head away and back to the front. (Zodiacs and about plants like the Nilotpala lotus, such as why they only bloom at night or time sensitive ones.)

—After class— (idk what they learned ;-;)

“Tighnari!” You’d say as you catched up to him leaving the classroom. He stared at you with a smile before turning his head back towards his neutral view. You two turned into a different area. Seemingly no one was nearby. So they shouldn’t hear the conversations. (Someone’s gonna hear and it’s gonna be like Alhaitham)

He’d hold you gently, taking in your scent from your hair for a few moments as he wrapped his tail around you. “I heard you came up with another theory. I’d be keen on hearing it sometime before you forget it.” He’d joke, knowing you’d move from it quickly.

“Maybe later…? I just want to relax with the free-time we have today.” You’d tell him. Enjoying his warmth and presence. He lowered his ears and gazed at you lovingly. Silently telling you that he also wanted to do so. He gave you a little peck on the cheek as focused on you. Looking at what you had chosen to wear today.

A similar outfit to Layla but more adorned with jewels symbolizing wishes and more based on daylight. You always wore a different outfit with a new combo. It was refreshing to you and fun, it didn’t cost much as you had your brother getting what you wanted. (Dw you don’t buy much-)

You enjoyed the time silently as Tighnaris ears perked. Alerting the both of you, as he lowered an raised them. Hearing someone coming. But it was too late till they saw you both. It was your big brother, the scribe.

You both quickly departed from one another. Both blushing brightly as he looked with a slightly amused expression. “Al- al Haitham-?!” Tighnari stuttered, hoping he would keep a secret for him. You’d look away and towards a wall in embarrassment.

“You never told me you were dating. But I suppose my little sister always keeps her secrets hidden.” Al-Haitham said as he turned you around to not face the wall. “H-hey! I have my own life too y’know! You don’t need to be a know-it-all about me just because I’m your little sister!” You’d retaliate back to him. Not thinking about your choice of words. Whisper-shouting to him as Tighnari malfunctioned.

“Your siblings?!” He’d whisper shout at the both of you as you and him nodded. Realizing not many knew you were related and just thought you had the same last name but different families. (Like so many ppl can have the last name Takahashi bro- I have seen so many ppl with it)

“Oh you didn’t know-? I thought you did-?!” You’d say back at Tighnari. Hoping the whisper shouts wouldn’t gather your friends or strangers.

“No I didn’t!” He’d say as Tighnari held one of your hands. “Realizing it now I should’ve known sooner… same last name and age.” He’d sigh, lowering his ears and tail in dissapointment.

“Hey it’s okay! Not many people know…”’your state trying to cheer him up as Al-Haitham talked to him about being your boyfriend. He had trust in him that he would take care of you. Walking away from the area and onto the outside / entrance / threshold of the akademiya.

(After announcing your relationship with Tighnari and being siblings with Al-Haitham.)

People were gasping. It’s as if they struggled to breathe oxygen. Leaving many shocked and puzzled. None knew about your lover and brother.

Turns out Tighnari needed a few materials from the desert. So you went with him. Unknowingly, the news about your status of being Al-Haitham sister spreaded quicker than the reaction, a target now plagued into your back unknowingly. Tighnari flicked his ears, getting cautious as the fur on his tail bristled.

You noticed this quickly. He grabbed you suddenly, dragging you away from what seemed to be eremites. Dodging their arrows as you both hid behind some tall rocks. He’d shush you quickly as he heard them going closer. Grabbing your hand again. Leaving before they went to your spot. Using your hydro vision to make the sand wet in a different direction. The eremites followed it. You both successfully left.

or do you thought. Eremites came up from behind as they happened to have backup. Your eyes widened as Tighnari went in front of you. Getting stabbed into his stomach. Shielding you from the hit.

You’d shout at the eremites seeing what they did. Healing Tighnari quickly as he got up. Using his mine to confuse the eremites. You used it as a chance to bloom as he used his three quick charged shots. Healing him with your skill. Dodging attacks as they swung at you, hitting your arm as you got knocked to the ground. Dodging more attacks while kicking them away and up onto your feet using your burst while Tighnari used his. (For context, you summon stars to follow you and heal everyone while having increased crit dmg,rate,atk and healing. The stats have a big first impact like Kiraras but has a decent amount of damage after its first few hits. Skill is you harnessing hydro power like Candace and dealing healing/dmg.)

“There’s still more?!” You’d state as more kept coming towards the both of you. Keeping your health from hits up high. (Tighnaris still wounded, it’s not like in genshin where they get injuries and nothing happens beside hp bar.) A flash of lightning appeared with a wave. It was cyno and Nilou?!

“I was looking for these eremites.” Cyno stated as he charged forward. “I saw you both fighting and went to go get cyno!” Nilou said worriedly as she helped with the fight. Eventually the waves of eremites ended quickly. Seeing cyno was always a bad sight for those against him.

“Thank you cyno and nilou!” You’d say as you looked at them for a few moments hearing them speak as you tended to Tighnaris wounds carefully. Using your hydro power to heal him.

“You’re welcome Tighnari and Y/N.” They’d both stated as you checked on everyone’s injuries. They left as you took Tighnari back to Gandharva Ville.

“Heyy! Collei!” You’d say as you saw collei coming closer to the two of you. Worrying about the both of you as you headed with Tighnari to get himself patched up. When he woke up collei left you both alone with one another.

“I’m sorry narii! It’s my fault you got injuries if I just never announced it with you and kept it a secret for a little longer-MMH?!” You’d state as he kissed you. Preventing you from bad-mouthing yourself. He held you close as you stared at his blood-stained jacket on the side. Wrapping his tail around you comforting you efficiently.

“You did great. Don’t be a worrywart for me?”He’d ask you, looking at you with slight puppy eyes and adoration. His voice was soothing as you both sat in comfortable silence. You eventually fell asleep.

(ENDING 1)

He gently Carried you to the bed. Making sure to not wake you up as he gazed at you when he settled you down and went next to you. Wrapping his tail against you again as he put his chin above your head. Using his arms to bring you closer to him. You leaned into his touch and into his chest. He gazed at you and played with your hair for a few moments before falling asleep.

(ENDING 2)

He gazed at you sleeping in his arms. Staying in the hug position as he grabbed a nearby book and read it. Preparing and studying for tests. Knowing you’ll need his help later on with preparation. He gathered a few bits of info and left it on the side. Putting you on the couch as he left to go do work with collei before returning shortly.

(Kinda glad how this turned out ngl! This was fun imo as I like being super imaginative about certain things.)

(Hope you enjoyed!!)

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𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Ten

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Alcohol Consumption.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaugterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

Word Count: ~2.0k

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You woke to urgent touches to your face and Paul’s voice pleading for you to wake up. Airing out a soft groan, you peeled back your eyelids and blinked up into Paul’s worried face. Relief flooded his features.

“Oh my darling, I thought I lost you as well!” Paul nearly sobbed out, his hands running over your hair like he was still unsure if you were really awake.

“Grandpapa? What’s wrong?” You questioned in confusion, moving into a sitting position and looking around. You were back in your room. “How did I get here? The last thing I remember…” You trailed off, your eyes going wide as the memories flooded into your mind. He put you to sleep! “Son of a—“ You cut off your curse when you saw how red Paul’s eyes were. “Grandpapa, what’s wrong? What happened? What do you mean by ‘as well’?”

Paul looked dreadful, his eyes were tinged red, no doubt from crying. You could see that not only did his eyes look red but exhausted as well. He hadn’t had a good night's sleep. Paul took a seat on the edge of your bed and took your hand in a rambling grasp. Whatever had happened, it was terrible and was a result of you releasing the man in the basement. The king of dreams would not simply go back to his domain after being trapped for over a century without punishing those responsible for his imprisonment… or at least responsible for not freeing him.

“It’s Alex, he won’t wake up.” Paul sobbed, drawing your hand to his mouth and pressing his lips against your knuckles. “Darling, he won’t wake up!”

So that was his punishment. To have unending dreams. How fitting to be punished by the king of dreams by never waking up…

“Grandpapa, I’m so sorry,” You told him with genuine apologies. “I couldn’t just— I couldn’t leave him there. Not when we’re…”

“We should have known that he would choose you,” Paul sniffed, bowing his head and now pressing his forehead against your joined hands. “You are so innocent, Y/N, so understanding. It is only natural that he would choose you over the rest of us. But you should never have been forced to take on a punishment that your great-grandfather earned.”

“It’s not a punishment, grandpapa,” You spoke gently, reaching up with your free hand to touch his cheek. His brown eyes met yours. “He has no intention of hurting me, never has. If anything, he’s dragged me out of trouble in his kingdom more times than I care to admit.”

“You were a little troublemaker growing up,” Paul sniffed again before chuckling. “Always had your nose in everyone’s business. It was hard keeping up with you, your imagination ran wild.”

You let out a small giggle.

“Yes, well, he likes to call me his little troublemaker.” You softly said, chewing on your lip. “Also calls me stubborn… really grandpapa, he hasn’t done anything to hurt me.”

“We should have told your parents the truth the moment those nightmares started, oh darling you should never have gone through what you did as a child. No child should ever have to experience that.” Your head dipped down as you pursed your lips. That was true. He and Alex could have said something to your parents, could have shown them the reason for your torment. But they had stayed silent.

“Perhaps, but I’m not entirely sure it would have made a difference, my parents only wanted a normal child. I think we both know that regardless of what you would have done, my childhood wouldn’t be normal.” You paused, once again looking around your room. “How did I get back in my room?”

“If I’ll be honest, I’m not exactly sure. When we checked the basement Ernie and Fred were there, but you were missing. Herman is the one that found you already in your bed.”

“Glad to know you have the decency to put me to bed after making me go to sleep.” You muttered beneath your breath, your lips twitching in the corner.

“Sorry, darling?” You waved Paul off.

“Just talking to myself, grandpapa, I’m just talking to myself.” Taking a deep breath, you looked down at your body as realization slowly dawned on you. You felt fully rested for once and you didn’t have one fleeting feeling of terror or pain. When was the last time you were this well-rested? When had you slept without nightmares? You couldn’t remember. Perhaps dreams and nightmares were finally returning to normal. They must be with Dream back in his realm. You moved to slip from the bed.

“Darling, do be careful, you’ve been out for nearly an entire day.” An entire day? No wonder you felt so well rested… your hands gripped the end of your bed while you rolled your stiff neck.

“I’m not going to go charging around you know, I haven’t felt this good in a long time, grandpapa,” You spoke while dropping your fingers to your wrapped forearm. It ached slightly, not exactly a new occurrence, but you had hoped that it would be getting better by now. “I’d like to see grandpapa Alex.”

“Oh I don’t know, darling, he isn’t in the best of shapes at the moment,” Paul spoke hesitantly. You eyed him with determination.

“That’s never stopped me before, grandpapa.” You told him, rising from the bed. Determination was setting in, you gave him one last look. “This is something I must do.”

“Your Burgess is coming out once more,” Paul sighed before nodding. Giving him one last faint smile, you strode from the room, heading for the opposite end of Fawny Rig. The quietness of the manor that you always used to like, now felt eery and uncomfortable. Looking outside as you walked, you noticed that it was storming, rain coming down in sheets that blanketed the grounds to the point where you couldn’t even see the gardens. Was it a coincidence or a reflection of the effect of releasing Dream from his glass prison? Upon reaching the master bedroom of Fawny Rig, you slipped into the room to see Alex’s nurse tending to him while he struggled and thrashed against the blankets.

“Mum,” The nurse whispered, backing away from the bed and excusing herself. Staring at your grandfather, you wish you could feel entirely worried and sympathetic toward his current predicament. But there was a sliver of you that simply knew that this was his penance for his hand in Dream’s entrapment. In the back of your mind, you heard a crack of a shotgun and the splattering of blood. Then flickers of images flooded your mind. Raven feathers soaked in blood scattered on the basement floor, rage and despair. Devastation. Your eyes dropped to the worn hardwood. Yes, Alex had earned this punishment. You walked over to the bedside and took a seat in the empty chair.

“I wish things had been different, grandpapa,” You spoke, reaching for the hand currently clawing at the bedsheet. “Great-grandfather put you in a difficult position and I wish you could have found the courage to do the right thing.” You paused and pursed your lips, holding onto his hand despite its want to thrash and claw. “Perhaps if you had been stronger, or maybe not so suffocated by your brother’s legacy…” You chuckled. “Oh I suppose it doesn’t really matter anymore, we cannot change what has been done and the only thing I can do is try to right what has been wrong for so long.”

You sat there, holding his hand for a good half hour, feeling every jerk his hand gave and biting your lip at every whisper that passed through his dry and cracked lips. At this point, death would be his only salvation and until then, he would be locked up in a prison of mental torture. When the grandfather clock in the hall called out twelve, you placed Alex’s hand back in place and walked out of the room, not looking back and having no intention of ever returning.

“I’ve really missed this, you know,” Jemima said from her seat next to you. You countered her words with a raised eyebrow at first.

“What? Club hopping with me? It’s not exactly an activity I can endorse, Jem. We’re out of university, let’s start acting like adults shall we?” You spoke, running your finger around the lemon drop martini you had ordered a good hour ago. You and Jemima had decided to meet up in London to catch up since you had moved out. You could do for a stress-free ladies' night out, but not once had you felt relaxed while out. You were dressed nicely, let Jemima play with the makeup and hair you had for the night, and generally looked hot. So why didn’t you feel like in a party mood, or at least happy to be out?

“You’re one to talk, Y/N/N, you look like you just broke up with a lover whom you loved with all your heart. What is up with you?” Jemima returned with a snort, eyeing you with skepticism. You took another sip of your martini, ignoring the way she was looking at you.

“Honestly? I’ve not a clue…” You said, looking down at the bar top and chewing on your lip.

“Is it about your grandpapa? Because I can understand you’re upset about his state…” No, no it wasn’t that. You knew that much, but it was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“I’m still surprised he’s alive given his age,” You told Jemima. “This, this isn’t exactly unexpected.”

“Maybe you just need to go splash some water on your face? Brighten up? Don’t actually do that of course, you’ll ruin your makeup.” Jemima offered, raising her hands and making little shooing motions at me. “Go on, Y/N, run to the loo, freshen yourself up. Perhaps even a pep talk… and come back with the attitude I would expect from you.”

Pushing your drink towards her to watch over, you gave Jemima a look as you slid from your seat and wandered towards the back of the club. You passed a few girls giggling to themselves while fixing each other’s hair and slunk your way into the bathroom. There were already several women throwing up in the stalls, their friends holding back their hair, others retouching their hair and makeup, and some were stuffing whatever they could get their hands on into their clothes to endow their assets. You weaved your way up to the counter and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was your reflection, but your eyes reflected that brilliant blue mercury. Even if he wasn’t with you physically, you knew that he was in some other shape or form. Total privacy wouldn’t ever exist in your world.

Then again… he was off taking care of business for The Dreaming. One hundred years must have built up many problems so you were most likely going to have a period of lax watchfulness on his part. Perhaps this was a chance to live on the wild side. You contemplated having a fling, kissing a random stranger you met here in the club. Maybe even going further… do something to take your mind off of recent events.

You wouldn’t dare…

That little… your eye twitched in your reflection. Correction, he was still watching, even if you couldn’t feel him. Damn him for having such a lovely-sounding voice, as if he didn’t already have a beautiful mortal form already going for him. Why did he have to chase you away from every man or boy you tried to get close to? Maybe it was time to try out women…

You think that would make a difference?

You could hear the snort and disbelief in his tone. Of course it wouldn’t, not with an entity practically older than time. Relationships and flings were off the table it seemed. You glared at your reflection, washed your hands, and left those glowing silver eyes of your reflection behind. Slipping back into the swarm of moving bodies that matched the beat of the current song, you headed for your drink, determined to get so drunk that you would forget the world for a little while.

Date Published: 9/16/22

Last Edit: 5/29/23

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nhstadler · 8 months

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M A G I C

I don’t know why, but these keep coming. I’m in a writing slump but this just works and I wanted to share it with you guys in case some of you might enjoy it. I’ve been writing a sort of post-Hogwarts episodic piece about Seth and James and the gang that includes scenes from the past and their present and I think I will continue this when the OG story is finished (there are only two more chapters and they are all planned out, so it’s happening :) ).

The whole thing is called A CATALOGUE OF US and this would be the very first installment (it's too short to call it a chapter, I guess).

Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Or questions, or hopes, dreams, fears… anything, really. I’d love to hear from you.

The end of summer is always a tragedy.

Because it feels like a small death. Every time. There is a palpable chill that creeps back into the warm, endless nights - slowly, gradually - and then, in the blink of an eye, it’s over.

But when it starts, it’s magic.

I lean my forehead against the window, watching the world pass by as the train speeds through the landscape, lush greens bleeding into purple and blue as we get closer to the coast. There is an older lady across from me, knitting a neon green pair of socks. She sometimes looks up and gives me a smile and I smile back.

Tiredness is creeping back in. I’ve had three-and-a-half coffees already, but I’ve been awake for fifteen hours. Fifteen hours I spent mostly on aeroplanes and trains, trying to get back home. And maybe it’s the caffeine overdose, but it feels strange, somehow. Because it’s been almost a year and everything should look different, but it doesn’t. It all still looks the same; the soft hills and the harsh cliffs and the wild heather that crawls along the edges, barely swaying in the wind.

I sometimes wish I wouldn’t remember it all so well.

…

...

Rain is drumming on the window, blurring the view of the platform. There’s a sea of umbrellas that are nothing more than colourful smudges behind the glass and I let myself sink back into the seat, my hair chafing against the velvet backrest.

The whistle blows once - a warning for those who still haven’t boarded the train - and I feel a strange sort of wistfulness at hearing the familiar sound. Like I’m mourning something that hasn’t happened yet. But this was always going to be difficult. Even without him.

“Oi!” There’s a sharp knock on the window and Katie yells out in shock, her elbow knocking into my side as she spills half of her magazines on the compartment floor.

“Open the window, Woodley!” James’s voice is muffled through the glass. He’s trying to prise open the metal ledge from the outside and I stumble over Sam’s legs as I pull down the top part as far as it will go.

The smell of rain floods the compartment and the air feels heavy. He’s completely drenched, smiling his most adorable dimpled smile, and I wonder if I will ever get used to this; to James Potter looking at me like this. We had all summer. We had midnight talks and sun-drenched mornings and slow, salty kisses. And yet, when he smiles at me, my knees feel too soft and my heartbeat too fast.

“What are you doing?”

“He’s breaking my back!” Freddie shouts from somewhere below the window and I lean out a little to see him standing next to the train. His hair is plastered to his head and his hands are wrapped around James who is sitting on his shoulders.

“Did you think I’d let you go without saying goodbye?” James is still grinning as he dips his head, bracing his arms on the window frame. Strands of wet hair are sticking to his forehead, looking almost black, but the gold in his eyes gleams and my stomach swoops.

“But, we already said goodbye.”

He laughs - a small, secret, dirty laugh that makes my blush crawl to the tip of my nose. “Yeah, but your parents were watching.”

He’s so much trouble.

And so charming.

The whistle blows again, longer, more urgently, and I want to climb out through the window and into his arms. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m going to hurt myself,” Freddie mutters, loud enough for us to hear, but James ignores him and leans in more, across the gap.

“I’m going to miss you, Woodley.” His voice is low and rough, like it was that night at his grandparents’ house when he snuck into my room. His hand slides to the back of my neck and I can feel the press of each finger against my skin. “A lot.”

He kisses me between the train and the platform. He kisses me like the whistle isn’t blowing, like it isn’t pouring, like no one is watching. Like we have forever.

“I’ll see you soon, OK?” He whispers the words against my lips and I nod because my throat feels tight and sore.

Water is dripping from my nose.

I think I’m crying.

The train is pulling away and James lets go as Freddie stumbles backwards. We’re picking up speed too fast, too suddenly, and there’s so much I didn’t say.

Like ‘I will miss you too’.

Like ‘please don’t fall in love with someone else’.

“Seth!” Katie gasps as I recklessly lean out the window like she thinks I might jump. I can feel her hand fisting in the hem of my jumper, pulling me back. Hard rain is pelting my face as I watch James follow the train to the edge of the platform. I watch him until he is nothing but a small, blurry dot in the distance and I think about the way he looked at me that night in the Burrow; when it was also raining and we were lying next to each other in that tiny bed, whispering underneath the blanket so no one would hear us.

…

...

The train rattles and I wake with a start. My mouth feels fuzzy and tastes like old coffee and I’m so disoriented that it takes me a moment to realise that we aren’t moving anymore. We have pulled into a station and the conductor is standing on the platform, having a smoke.

Across from me, the old lady is gone and her neon green socks are lying in my lap. I look at them for a moment and my throat closes off. I’m tearing up at a pair of slightly lumpy socks and I don’t know why.

It’s a hassle to collect all of the bits and pieces of my luggage. I’ve accumulated three random plastic bags since I left Boston, filled equal parts with food and rubbish, and I cram the socks into one of them. My backpack has a weird shape from all the airport impulse purchases and my suitcase is too big, but I fight my way through the narrow exit, consequences be damned. And then, I see her.

Katie’s hair looks brighter in the pale evening glow - more red than brown - and my heart feels heavy and light at the same time. There are sequins on her headband and they sparkle, even though the sky is cloudy. She’s pure light.

I drop everything at once - the plastic bags and the backpack and the suitcase that is definitely dented now. We’re both screaming, our voices hollering across the empty platform as we fall into each other’s arms, swaying back and forth like a pair of drunk idiots.

“Oh my god!” Katie shouts into my ear and her hands grab my arms, pushing me away and pulling me into her all at once. Her nose is pierced, which I knew, but I’ve never seen it in person. I wasn’t there when she got it. I didn’t hold her hand and grimace when the needle went through. “You look like hell. Still gorgeous but also like hell.”

She’s grinning. I am too.

“Trust me,” I push my hair back behind my ears in an attempt to tame the greasy frizz halo that I’ve involuntarily cultivated over the past hours, “hell has nothing on overseas air travel.”

“Why didn’t you apply for a portkey?”

“I did,” I say, bending down to pick up my backpack again, feeling the weight of it. “Unfortunately, I’m not famous or rich enough.”

“Excuse me?” Katie has grabbed all of my sad plastic bags like they are serious pieces of luggage, her eyebrows raised as she looks at me. “You’re a fucking Woodley.”

“That’s what I said!” I sling my arm around her shoulder and she wraps hers around my back, pulling me into her despite the fact that I probably smell like lemongrass armpit sweat, and I can feel it sink in. That feeling you get around certain people, no matter how long you are apart.

Like coming home.

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #aesthetics #aesthetic #moodboard #moodboards

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Friendly lab- unlock ()- Review (and walkthrough)

Friendly lab was one of the bl games I was looking forward the most since announcement, not only because I like the art-style but also because it’s by Tennenouji and I love Tennenouji. It was first release for mobile and now finally for PC too, unlike the mobile version the PC version is R18+ I only played the PC version because I don’t like mobile games, so everything that’s mobile only content only, won’t be discussed here.

The first part of the review will be spoiler-free and will include a walkthrough (kinda) and general help, as well as an explanation of the game since it’s rather complex. The second part will be me pretty much explaining everything that happened in the ending and how I feel about it. So let’s start~

This is as R18+ as it gets

Story and gameplay.

The gameplay is very simple to explain, you are doing “friendly” experiences on the 2 subject Nishi (left) and Higashi (right). Both wake up together in an empty room and don’t have any memory who they are and how they got here, all they know they are stuck together in a room and someone (in this case you) are performing experiences on them. As you continue to play the two test subjects will remember more and more about their life. As you proceed you will find more and more keywords to their past. The goal here is to collect them all and unlock their memories in the span of 10 day. They are always in that room, the game’s text is only the dialogue of these two characters, there is no BMG since some of the experiments have music in them and there is also no voice acting (so you don’t hear them speak). Which sound maybe boring for some people, but I thought it was really interesting to play, partly because both characters are really well written and developed and you just enjoy spending time with them and learning about their past. The closer you get to the end of the 10 days the more intense the story gets and the more on edge you are, wondering what will happen next. The game goes from light-hearted and fun to dark and heavy in the span of the 10 days. Even if the experiences are considered “friendly” it doesn’t mean that their memories are too. There is some heavy stuff in the game which some may find disturbing and hard to swallow. So general warning here. I played all 10 day glued to my seat and ended it with pain in my heart, it hurts a lot but it was really good written.

Characters

For once I would like to mention that their names are translated in the English version, so Nishi is “West” and Higashi “East”, I’m not sure why they did it, sure that what their name means in Japanese, but I don’t see a reason to translate it. Since I played the Japanese version, I will use their Japanese names.

Nishi

Nishi always talks in polite Japanese, he looks kinda shady (according to the creator, which is true lol) but he is very kind, especially to Higashi. And from the very beginning it’s very obvious how deeply in love Nishi is with Higashi, he always comments how great Higashi is and how he loves to see Higashi make x face (basically every facial expression of Higashi) the more you play the more horny his comments get (lol). Despite being extremely horny for Higashi he has full control of himself and doesn’t do anything Higashi doesn’t want, he cherishes Higashi a lot and would always help him and even gives him his food, just to see him happy. He is very smart and loves to tell Higashi all kinds of random facts. Nishi is always smiling, and his sprite is always looking to the side so it looks like he is smiling at Higashi (hehe so cute). Normally I’m not into the polite type, but I love Nishi a lot, he is just so funny and cute and loves Higashi so much.

Higashi

Don’t get deceived by his cute face, he has a body builder body and would probably crush you in 0.2 seconds, but despite that Higashi is really cute, he has a somewhat childish attitude and loves aliens, he loves to play games and he draws if he feels like it (you can get him to draw pictures for you). Higashi doesn’t understand Nishi’s obvious flirting, he understands what Nishi is saying but he always thinks that since they are both boys it can’t be that Nishi is meaning it in such a way, but he enjoys being with Nishi and doing things with him. It's very obvious that he has some kind of trauma from his past and he often panics if he sees certain things, with Nishi always being there to comfort him. I love Higashi as much as Nishi, he is adorable and has a very cute happy smile, his past is very tragic and it hurt seeing him suffer so much, so I want him and Nishi just to be happy together.

Art & Music

As said before there is no music lol, but there is an opening which I really like.

The Cgs are drawn by queen Yura and are rather dark and lack colour, they have a very depressive vibe similar to some of the one in luckydog1+ bad egg, which I really really like. They fit the dark atmosphere of the game very well. There are some really cute CGs for Higashi and Nishi, but also a lot of disturbing CGs that are even hard to look at. Yura really did a fantastic job as always.

Short conclusion

Yes, the game is great, yes please play it and suffer with me. But if you can’t stand dark, heavy themes and see gore then I don’t recommend it, this is NOT a game for anyone who just wants to see some fluffy BL moments and cute romance, and also NOT a game for people who just want to see sex. There are, of course H-scenes in the game but, I can’t really say if watching them would make you happy. But if you’re fine with going through pain and suffer then I fully recommend it. 👍

Walkthrough and Gameplay explanation

(Short disclaimer, I don’t know how these things will be called in the English version, I just choose what I think fits best)

So, the main game is basically to find all the keywords in time before the 10 days are over. To unlock them you have to fill them out, like this

You have to do experiment to find hints for the keywords. You can find keywords in the experiences that don’t have this symbol:

You can select what experiments you want to do from these possibilities:

From left to right: Spying, Meal, Special things, Incidents, Amusement, water thingy (will be unlocked if you ask questions), question, pictures (bath and sleep) are not important The most important part are Spying - Amusement and the pictures tab You have to choose Spying basically every second time. While you can get hints in the experiments only the spying option will unlock the keywords. You don’t have to do all that the game offers you on the day but around 80% of the Spying part since you can’t watch them on the next day like with the experiments.

Important is also for Higashi to draw you pictures to unlock certain ends.

Another things which is important to get some cute Cgs between Higashi and Nishi is the “intimacy %”

Fill it up to 100% before the day is over and you get some nice CGs (The day starts at 7:30 and ends at midnight when its bed time, at 6 p.m, it’s bath time until 6:30)

You also have the option to ask them question, this is more important for other ends than for the main endings. They sometimes will request things, if you fulfill their request in time, you can choice if you want some “happy gas” or “café au lait”. Give them several of one of these things and see what will happen. (You can only give them “happy gas” while they sleep, the café au lait is the “special things” tab at the very bottom)

There is also this water thing you have to fill to see “birth” fill it out if you have time and see what happens.

I recommend you to do reach one end no matter which, because the game will unlock a hint mode once you reach an end that can be used to get all ending in the game once you unlock hint mode for end 3 and finish it you can unlock hint mode for end 5, both helpful to complete the game.

Also another important thing: YOU CANT SAVE (meaning you have to restart from day 1 if you want to do different endings

General walkthrough (I stole it from the Japanese wiki lol)

Ending 1: Follow hint mode for ending 3, don’t do 4-5 experiments that have keywords on the 10th day (I tried to get this end 2 times but failed, but apparently its an end that happens if you fail to collect all keyword in a specific way? But it’s not that important)

Ending 2: Follow the hint mode for ending 3 and choose to tell the true in the end.

Ending 3: Follow the hint mode for ending 3 and choose not to tell the true in the end. (you can get this end even without having to choose in the end)

Ending 4: finish end 3, follow hint mode for ending 3 and full the water thingy, the difference will happen after the ending 3.

Ending 5: Follow hint mode for ending 5 and do the the 5th black square experience.

Ending 6: Follow hint mode for ending 5 and do the the 5th black square experience but before you have to upload your game to version 1.5 or 1.6, you can do this by asking them question. (apparently the question with (↑) help with this but I not really sure because I also asked them just random question and it still worked. But you have to ask them a lot of question for it to work)

Ending 7: Follow hint mode for ending 3, use the “happy gas” 8 times (I don’t know if I recommend this end first or not, maybe it better to finish that in the beginning if you want to at least to enjoy the H-scenes? But you will be left with question, so keep that in mind)

Ending 8: Follow hint mode for ending 5, use the café au lait 8 times and give the 9th to Higashi, you also need to do the “a lump of ??? experiment.

Ending 9: Use the café au lait 8 times and give the 9th to Nishi, you also need to do the “a lump of ??? experiment, you need to finish ending 4

Ending 10: Follow hint mode for ending 5, do all the experiments with (★) in it, do as many experiments that raise the intimacy level as much as possible. (The one with the pink hand symbol)

Warning: If you want to play the game yourself don’t read the next part, the memory of the characters is the most important part of the game and the reason why its so interesting to play, I will talk about everything what happened in the game, only continue if you don’t plan on playing or really don’t care.

Ready?

I will spoil it all, okay?

Story

Before I played the game myself, I watched some videos of the mobile version online and really enjoyed it. It was fun to watch the characters react and although I heard form Japanese player that the game is sad, but I didn’t expect it to be, no not even bitter-sweet but a full on tragedy with no real happy end for neither of it’s characters.

Let me tell you in summary what things the memories of Higashi and Nishi will reveal. I don’t remember every single details since the memories are told in a not chronical order but I try.

In the game you mostly looking for Higashi’s memory because surprise Nishi remembers everything (explains why he has such an obvious crush in Higashi). The story basically start when Higashi was in elementary school his parents divorced and he chose to life with his mother, because Higashi really loves his mother a lot. In the first day of the experiments Higashi wants to escape so he can meet his mother again, but later we find out that his mother was actually murdered, of course Higashi wants to know why and who did it. But before the murder took place, his mother had a boyfriend after she separated from Higashi’s father, who was really controlling of her and abusing of Higashi (like with beating and all). Through the experiments we learn that Higashi was apparently tortured by various things like, burning his feet or giving him piss to drink. Baby Higashi had not a lot of friends in school and often was scared to go home. He even mentioned how a perfect day for him is a day when nothing bad happens. Because if his heavy trauma he has nightmares that he often draws pictures of (these are really scary to look at). After Higashi remember that his murder was killed, he remembers how; she was poisoned by someone, someone who gave Higashi a present his mother eat and this was what had killed her. There is another important thing Higashi’s remembers that he had an important person who ones went to a summer firework festival. After Higashi came back from this summer festival his mother’s boyfriend got so mad and beat Higashi so extreme that this poor boy was in the hospital for 2 MONTHS ((T⌓T)), after release he was put in the children care center for one month but returned home later because he couldn’t leave his mother alone who was really bad at doing everything according to Higashi. His mother’s boyfriend was actually put in jail for that, which took place in the 6th year of elementary school, his mother was killed when he was in the 2nd year in middle school. All memories he had were only until the day his mother died, everything after was still in the dark.

So now to the important question, what about Nishi? What roles does he play? Well turns out Nishi and Higashi actually knew each other before, not only knew but they were actually best friend (༶ඬ༝ඬ༶) who played together all the time after Nishi moved to Higashi’s city. Nishi’s mother had a terrible accident that lead to her being heavy injured and even killed Nishi’s unborn sister, they moved to a bigger city to care for her, Nishi’ father is a man who works with Chinese medicine, I think? Nishi went to a different elementary school than Higashi but these two still spent a lot of time together. Nishi didn’t really go to middle school because he was always helping his father with work, who was home rarely. More important, Nishi was the one who Higashi went to the firework festival with (there is this really cute picture he draws of them as babies watching the fireworks (ಥ﹏ಥ)), and not only that but he actually lived a whole month with Nishi and his mother, after the abuse thing with his mother’s boyfriend.

On the 8th night (I think) before the go to sleep, Nishi tell Higashi he has something important to tell, and then he tell him how he was the one who actually killed his mother (Σ(°ロ°)) he used a toxic flower covered with chocolate which he knew his mother would eat because HE HAD GIVEN HER POISEN FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS (now that’s a twist… apparently she was sick in some way anyways so no one had noticed it before). Higashi flips and starts to strangle Nishi asking why he would do that but Nishi wants him first to remember everything, (Also, important to note that Higashi even though he is smaller, he is stronger than Nishi) so he stops and says that he doesn’t hate Nishi because he promised never to hate anyone ever again, he just feels very sad and wants to know why he did it. The following day Higashi remembers even more time he had spent with Nishi, but also remembers that Nishi’s mother actually died later which he really feels sad about because he really liked her a lot and wanted to meet her again. At night he once again starts to strangle Nishi wanting the reason for his mother’s death but stops because he gets some really weird flashbacks of Nishi.

On the last day you collect the last memories of Higashi and get more pictures from him (which play an important role actually). Higashi also remembers that he got a call right after he saw his mother die. Once the day is over Nishi and Higashi sit down to reveal the final missing puzzle. Everything from here was hard to swallow. It was Higashi’s mother’s birthday and Nishi gave Higashi the poisonous flower which he gave to his mother, which she ate and died. Shocked, Higashi gets a call from his Nishi with Nishi telling him that he was the one who killed her, Higashi is shocked and Nishi tells him to come over to his house so he can explain why. Hiagshi rushes over completely angry at him and attacks him, Nishi tell him that he want to listen to his last request but Higashi completely flips and starts to strangle Nishi until blood starts to drip from his eyes and mouth…………Higashi actually killed Nishi in that moment, he really died and Higashi remembers it now, the worst part is that Nishi knew it, he knew Higashi would kill him for it and he actually dug a hole in his garden so HIGASHI COULD BURY HIM(……I have no words). Nishsi actually left him a letter telling what to do once he killed him, but this is where it gets even worse, once Higashi realized he killed his best friend he completely loses it and begins to hit his head against something (don’t remember what exactly) until he CRUSHES HIS HEAD AND DIES. He literally committed suicide right there on spot, he died, Nishi died, they have been dead the whole time, that’s why Higashi couldn’t remember more because there was never a future to begin with. There were only 14 years old…. o(TヘTo) Hello darkness my old friend~

Nishi didn’t know that Higashi, too died on that day and is shocked to find it out. Once all of this is out you can choose if you want to tell Higashi the true or not

-If you don’t: Nishi will tell Higashi that he killed his mother because he wanted to free Higashi from her, because as long as she lived Higashi has to care for her and never can live the life he wanted. Then Nishi tells him since he now told Higashi everything, Higashi is free to kill him, but Higashi tells him that he won’t and that he still wants them to be best friends. The only question remains, if they died when they were 14, how are they alive, why do they look older now? (around 18, 19 ) Well, this question will probably never be answered, there is no full explanation who is behind this all, why are they alive, or are they even alive? It ends how it started with them in the room together. (this is the end 3)

-If you do tell the true: Higashi will get a card and the only thing written on it is “Your mother abused you”, Yes Higashi’s mother was behind Higashi’s abuse, she did these horrible things to him not only her boyfriend, she burned his feet so he couldn’t go to school, she fed him rotten food and the piss. That’s the true reason Nishi killed her, because she abuse Higashi, but Higashi was so manipulated by her abuse that he still loved her. Once Higashi reads that he begins to remember, from the picture he drew what his mother did to him (that’s why they were important) but this is too much for him that he dies right in Nishi’s arm. Nishi follows right after. It seems Nishi knows that they can both died from that and the game hints that this experiment is constantly repeated, so they live and die in a circle. (ending 2)

Ending 2 & 3 are both like the true endings, yes this is all you get utter depression. I can’t with Nishi, he knew Higashi would kill him and yet he still couldn’t see him suffer from abuse, despite knowing the whole time he was dead he never was mad at Higashi ever he always looked at him with the most loving eyes, the love he had for Higashi was tragic, that ended in a tragedy for both of them. I can’t even be mad at Nishi or Higashi, I fully understand Nishi’s reasons and how can you be mad at Higashi for killing him when Nishi himself isn’t. Higashi was only a victim of abuse which led to all of this. If you finish the ending 3 you can read the letter Nishi wrote him before his death in the game start menu. In it it’s says how Nishi wants him to bury him in the garden and that he should go to the police after and how he saved money for Higashi so he can survive alone and there rest I will maybe know some day if I can stop crying while reading the letter………………….

Also you don’t get any H-scenes not even a kiss, this is just a full on depression game. Yet I’m still fine with it, it was a beautiful written tragedy, I just wanted them to be happy (╥﹏╥)

Ending 1: Like said I never did it because I couldn’t get it for some reason, but it’s a fail end where you fail to find all of Higashi memories and Higashi doesn’t remember killing Nishi or dying himself and Nishi doesn’t know he died (is what Japanese people told me).

Ending 4: Its basically ends with ending 3 and then you see Higashi and Nishi being reborn in some tank or some shit? Is it a hint that they were born in a labor and they only have memories from their previous life? I don’t know…You can only get this end once.

Ending 5: The black square will swallow Nishi and cut off his bottom part and he dies in Higashi’s arm. (very bloody end)

Ending 6: Same experiment as for ending 5, but this time they can pass through the square and leave the room only to end up in?? good question, it looks like outside but there is no other person also a piece of meat falls from heaven…okay?

Ending 7: The horny end lol. You have to give them the “happy gas” and Higashi gets high and horny and starts to make out with Nishi in the first night and they gradually make more nsfw things which ends with sex at the 8th time. This is the only way to get anything sexual between them, yes by drugging. The sex scene was WILD, Nishi tells Higashi that he needs to tell him thanks you for killing his mother or he won’t do xxx so he does while they go for it….eh ok. This feels even weirder if you know that they are both dead.

Ending 8: Higashi gets high from coffee and thinks he is eating his mother’s sandwich but he is actually eating Nishi’s hand….. Nishi is just fine with it (Okay Nishi you big simp)

Ending 9: Nishi gets high and remembers things he shouldn’t so the experiment is just stops?

Ending 10: Jeez, this one was the worst x.x If you raise their intimacy level really high, at night when they supposed to go to bed they let this giant man in the room ( I think it's Higashi’s mother’s ex?) and HE BEGINS TO HIT HIGASHI AND NISHI AND RAPES HIGASHI, Nishi and Higashi then try to kill him and somehow made it. It ends with Higashi crawling naked to Nishi who was laying on the floor completely covered in blood, saying that he only needs Nishi………………………………………………… WHY DO YOU GET THAT FOR RAISING THEIR AFFECTION TENNENOUJI WHYYY.

*cough* Anyway thanks for reading me suffer if you made it to the part, I’m gonna go be depressed and pray that the next BL game doesn’t rip my heart out like this did (￣￣|||)

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