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madebycloud · 11 months

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Just the Two of Us

wednesday addams x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: wednesday had her doubts about the arcade date, especially when your friends decided to tag along. but in the midst of a crowded place, she realizes that being alone with you makes all the difference. warnings/themes: fluff, arcade date (uhh, that's all i guess.. 🏃💨) words: 2.2k

Wednesday sat in the car, staring out the window. She couldn't help but feel annoyed by the noise all around her. She felt trapped in the middle seat, with Enid on one side and Yoko on the other.

She longed to be on the seat beside you, but, alas, Enid had claimed that spot before you had the chance. She couldn't help but begrudge Enid for taking it from you, even though it was probably an accident.

Tyler, the driver, turned on the radio, playing a pop song that the whole car started singing. Thing is tapping his fingers on top of her shoulder, trying to jam along.

Wednesday, however, remained silent, her shoulders slumped, and she looked out the window as the scenery flew by. You watched her, feeling a sense of guilt and shame. You know she wanted this date to be intimate and private, not a group outing that included your friends.

Wednesday tried to sink deeper into her seat. Enid, beside her, kept trying to talk to her, but she would barely respond. When she did, it was brief and blunt. Tyler turned off the radio, trying to get the girls to quiet down. Xavier and Eugene were sitting in the back of the car, playing a mobile game together.

You turn around to check on her, and she responds with a short, snappy, "I'm fine."

She just hopes the destination is worth it because this car ride is already making her regret coming along.

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The car pulls up to the side of the street, and you step out, ready to open the door for your friends.

You extended your hand for Wednesday to take it, but she ignored it. You stood there with your hands still in the air for an awkward moment.

After a few uncomfortable moments, you close the door and catch up with the rest of your friends, walking towards the arcade. Enid is already running towards the arcade. "It's an arcade," she announced, like it was the greatest thing on earth.

Thing is inside the car, playing a mobile game that Eugene left behind for him. He couldn't come. Imagine a disabled hand wandering around—who would want that?

"Let's go bowling first, please?" Enid begged, and you and the others agreed to her request.

Once you gather in the bowling area, Wednesday picks up a ball and readies herself to strike the pins. As Wednesday begins to throw the ball, Bianca enters with a familiar, sarcastic tone. "Oh, look who decided to grace us with their presence."

"Wednesday and her pets," Bianca mocks, using air quotations.

"I think you mean my 'friends'," Wednesday countered, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, I don't think you have any real friends, Wednesday," Bianca taunted.

"I assure you, I have plenty of friends."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were counting your pets," Bianca sneered as she threw her head back in a laugh.

Even though you didn't hear the full conversation, it looks like it's getting more heated, so you walk up behind Wednesday, placing your hand on her back. She immediately recognizes your presence and follows your lead, allowing you to pull her away from Bianca.

You can hear Bianca's voice from afar, teasingly saying, "Bye, Wednesday!" But you ignore her and focus on leaving the scene before any more conflicts arise.

"Let's get that fiery temper of yours cooled down, shall we?" you suggested, leading Wednesday to an ice cream counter nearby.

You ordered ice cream for both of you and found a quiet corner to sit in. "My, my. I do suppose we are both alone, aren't we?" You muttered as you eyed the bustling crowd around you.

But she didn't budge, remaining quiet as she gazed upon the passersby.

You decided to let it go. Taking a bite of your ice cream, you continued munching away in silence.

And then, before you have a chance to fully process what's happening, her warm lips press against the corner of your mouth, leaving a faint taste of vanilla ice cream behind. "Don't you have any table manners?" she teases with a roll of her eyes.

"Careful now, my dear," you murmur, the corner of your mouth curling up in a small, teasing grin. "I just might eat messily if you kiss me like that again." Letting out a low chuckle, you placed a quick peck on her cheek.

She must've found your clumsy advances rather... adorable

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You and Wednesday walk into an arcade, taking in all the flashing lights and game sounds. "Come on, let's play that one," you motion toward the basketball game, reaching for a ball, then you miss the basket... again and again.

She watches you play for a bit before rolling her eyes and muttering, "This is painful to watch."

"Help me out, babe," you coax, still taking aim. Wednesday scoffs, "Move," snatching the ball from you and effortlessly sinking the shot. You cheer her on, "Nice shot, Wednesday!"

In one smooth motion, she broke the high score, and the ticket dispenser springs to life, spitting out a string of tickets.

You move on to other games, such as skee ball, whack-a-mole, and air hockey. Both of you play for hours, and you try your hand at each game with more success than the last. Finally, you win a cute plush teddy bear from the claw machine, and you proudly present it to her, smiling.

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Only one game remains at the arcade that you've yet to play, and that game is none other than Tekken.

The two of you sat down on the tiny chairs, and you began to explain the mechanics. "It's called Tekken, and it's a two-player game," you begin, gesturing to the screen. "We each pick a character and fight each other."

"So you're saying we get to fight each other?"

"Precisely." You nodded and gestured for her to choose a character, which she did without hesitation.

She scrolls through the roster, eventually selecting Devil Jin, the menacing-looking character that has wings and looks like it could tear you to shreds without even trying.

You select Lili since her cuteness would make Wednesday's defeat all the more satisfying.

The game began, and Wednesday was immediately on the offensive. She started throwing punches and kicks in your general direction, trying to hit you. But you were ready for her, and you easily dodged her attacks.

The game continued, and you could see Wednesday becoming more irritated by the second. She couldn't seem to lay a finger on you, and it was starting to get to her.

You, on the other hand, were having a great time. You couldn't help but tease her a bit, which only made her more frustrated.

After a particularly devastating combo, you emerged victorious. You stood up from the small chair and did a little victory dance, pointing at Wednesday and laughing. "Thank you, thank you!" as if you had just put on a great show for an imaginary audience in front of you.

"And what a battle it was! With my skills against hers, I managed to come out on top. I mean... it wasn't even close," you say with a wink, clearly mocking Wednesday's poor performance.

"You're so obnoxious," Wednesday grumbles. She wasn't used to losing, especially to somebody who was clearly just trying to make her more frustrated.

"Hey, don't be mad. I'm just better than you, that's all," you say with a smirk. You know that this is only going to make Wednesday more irritated, but you can't help yourself.

"Rematch."

Wednesday begins to figure out your plan as you keep playing and she starts to score more hits. But still, you come out on top.

"I hate you," Wednesday mutters under her breath as you take the final round.

You leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Too bad, so sad." Wednesday's eyes narrowed, and she looked at you with a glare. "Fine," she said, "but I'm not giving up yet."

"Rematch. Again."

The two of you continued playing, with Wednesday getting better and better with each round. Eventually, she finally managed to beat you.

"Not bad, not bad," you say, nodding. "But don't get too cocky. I still have ten wins under my belt, and you have only one." You give her a quick kiss on the cheek, and the game resumes.

"Whatever," she says, but her smile betrays her words.

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You and Wednesday head to the counter to exchange your tickets for prizes. You gestured at the three pink manicure sets behind the counter, "I suggest we trade our tickets for that Barbie... manicure set over there."

Wednesday eyes the prizes with a critical gaze, "If you teach me how to play Tekken, we have a deal."

You chuckle at her response. "Very well then, let’s get that for Thing." You hand over the tickets to the attendant, who begins to count them slowly.

While you wait, you glance around the arcade and see Enid playing the dance game, Xavier and Tyler competing against each other in air hockey, and Eugene and Yoko engaged in the shooting game.

Just when you think it's going to be a long wait, you notice a photo booth in the corner of your eye.

"Look at that... it will take them forever. Come on, let's just get a quick picture." You pull Wednesday by the arm, not bothering to ask for permission, and drag her toward it.

You stood before the photo booth, eyeing it with curiosity. The black curtain was draped over the entrance, and upon closer inspection, you discovered that it only had one seat.

Without hesitation, you sat down on it and motioned for her to join you. She obliged, climbing onto your lap as if she belonged there. With her back toward you, you wrapped your arms tightly around her waist.

"What's next?"

You pulled out a ten-dollar bill from your pocket and handed it to her, pointing to the slot for inserting the money. She followed your instructions without saying a word, and the screen of the machine opened, revealing a reflection of the two of you.

With a smirk, you leaned back," Click the button when I say 'cheese.'"

You took a deep breath, preparing to say the magic word. "Cheese," you told her with a wink, grinning wildly.

She rolled her eyes and pressed the button, causing the flash to go off.

On the next one, Wednesday didn't budge an inch, but you went ahead and made a ridiculous pose, as if you were about to eat her ear. "Snap it," you demanded, and she complied, but not without an eye roll.

Determined to liven things up, you leaned over and whispered, "Make some poses." She groaned, but you weren't about to let her off so easily. "Like this," you demonstrated, holding up a peace sign.

Wednesday gave you a deadpan glance and obediently adopted the same pose, but you could tell by the twitch of her lips that she was trying to hold back a smile.

"Last one," you said, and Wednesday leaned back into you, the back of her body pressing against your chest. You planted a soft kiss on her cheek. The camera flashed once more.

The screen revealed the stickers and filters available, and Wednesday immediately pointed to the knife and skull stickers.

You went wild with the stickers and mustaches, even adding an eye patch to Wednesday's face. After you were done, the machine spat out two copies of the photo, one for each of you. You reached out for the copies, handing one to Wednesday and keeping one for yourself.

"Now let's go claim that manicure set before someone else does."

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Wednesday's gaze remained fixed on the window, where she watched as the moon peeked in and out of the clouds. The sound of the bumps and creaks of the vehicle made it very difficult to sleep, but she wasn't planning on closing her eyes anytime soon anyway.

Tyler drove with precision, not letting the long and winding roads throw him off. Wednesday remained alert, taking note of everything he did—how he turned, how he changed lanes, how he accelerated and decelerated. She found it intriguing, the way he controlled the vehicle with such ease.

"If You Leave Me Now" by Chicago played on the radio, and Wednesday couldn't help but hum along, her fingers tapping to the rhythm. She wasn't singing or dancing, but she found herself in a sort of hypnotic trance, enjoying the feeling of your head resting on her shoulder.

Your breath stirred the air with every inhale and exhale, and she found herself listening to it, the sound of it soothing her nerves. She could tell you were tired, your breath was slow and heavy, and she was glad you could rest so peacefully on her shoulder.

With her free hand, she lightly runs her fingers over the lines in your palm and plays with your fingers. The touch feels reassuring. She quietly kisses the top of your head in a rare display of affection.

Tyler remains laser-focused on the road, oblivious to the tender moment unfolding in the back seat.

Wednesday takes out the photos from the photo booth earlier and relishes the memories of the day you spent together.

The silly poses you made in comparison to her expressionless gaze were amusing. The stickers you put on her were hilarious, especially the pirate eye patch. And who could forget that kiss on the last one?

She didn't regret coming along after all, not even a little bit.

Note: so i wrote this out at midnight bc i had to pull an all-nighter. it might sound a bit wonky or something, idk 🤷‍♀️ (im questioning the meaning of life right now)

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x you #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday imagine #fluff #jenna ortega x reader

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penelopwgarcia · 1 year

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I said this once I'll say once again the more I think about episode 4 of wednesday the better it gets

like we see her disdain the dance and ball and etc in many scenes but she finches when she got to tell tyler she was going with xavier (while she still isn't into it at all) then we saw thing pointing at the dress and we see she like it too but didn't bother to buy it because ugh dressing up for xavier ew

then everything blows up and she plans to go look for clues in a mysterious bloody cave in the middle of the night aka one of her favourite things to do - UNTIL Tyler showed up at her door and we see her fighting inside because omg thing how could you do this to me I should have bought that damn dress oh you steal it ok nevermind I have no excuse to not go

then there's wednesday addams dressing up and wearing make up and styling her hair differently for That Stupid Ball She Didn't Want To Attend

and when thing could not get better she finds out what tyler did with xavier and IS SO CLEAR SHE FANCIED HIM EVEN MORE and she admits she would've done worst and he tells her he knew there's a reason to like her - and the next fucking scene is the dance. She was focusing his eyes on him all the time. He tried to sync with her moves but was so amazed as mesmerised by her he couldn't stop smiling. That part where they sync and he's with that smirk? Filthiest thing I've watched on a teen show.

And then she takes a break and have that talk with bianca - in which wednesday admits she wanted to care about people's feelings more sometimes, switch for the next scene in which physical is blasting and they're surrounded by people and you can see she's unsure for the first time while he's so confident with that stupid smirk looking at her lips. She was pondering about kissing him in front of everyone she really was pondering doing the one thing she finds disgusting in her parents because she was falling so hard for him jesus

if Wednesday had a crush before the Rave'N (which I think is true cause her whole behaviour etc) after that she was falling so hard girlie was head over heels she had lost the plot completely

#wednesday addams #tyler galpin #weyler #wyler #wednesday 2022 #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday

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happyk44 · 11 months

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Nico agreeing when Percy first suggests he stay at camp. Percy wakes up in the middle of the night to a cold chill dripping down his spine. Panic hits him - more monsters?

But, no.

It's Bianca. She's standing, ghostly, on his floor. Her form is flickering in and out. Her gaze is firmly planted on the window, staring out at something.

He grabs Riptide and joins her. She says nothing as he pushes back the seashell curtain and catches sight of what she was looking at, what she wanted him to see.

Nico. Trudging off towards the trees.

Shit, Percy thinks as he rushes out the door. Nico doesn't even startle when he grabs his shoulder and pulls him to a stop. There's a sleeping bag tucked under his arm. His lips are downturned. He won't meet Percy's eyes.

"Where-" He exhales sharply. "Where you going?"

Nico kicks the dirt. "Home."

Percy grits his teeth and focuses on his breathing. "I thought you said you were gonna give it a shot. You know - staying here, being a camper." He gives Nico a friendly punch to the shoulder. "Making some friends."

"The friends thing was you," Nico mutters. He glanced past Percy, to Cabin Eleven. "I don't want to stay some place I can't sleep."

Brows furrowing, Percy crosses his arms. "What are you talking about?"

"Travis asked me to leave," Nico says, and a strange sense of calm washes over Percy like the trickling of water right before the burst of a dam. "Some of the others aren't comfortable with me there. They won't go to sleep. Or can't. I don't know." He stares at the ground. "He suggested I go sleep in the Big House."

"Then why-"

"I already asked Chiron about that," Nico cuts in. He tilts his head upwards, eye angry, defiant. They're like the endless void. "He said no. Can't show favouritism or something like that." He shoves the sleeping bag into Percy's hands. "So I'm going home. To my father."

Percy squeezes the bag in his hand so tight he fears it might burst on him. What's even in a sleeping bag, he wonders. "But-"

"But nothing. I don't need to try with these people." He slaps his chest firmly. "My siblings tried for centuries to fit in and all it got us was ostracized, bullied, or dead." Angrily, he points over to Cabin Eleven. The ground tumbles under his feet. "You think this is the first time we've been kicked out of that stupid cabin?"

Percy squeezes the bag tighter. Behind him, he can feel eyes watching him. Staring. Bianca, or maybe someone else, hidden deep in the shadows. Just waiting.

Nico stares at Percy with vicious eyes and sharper teeth. "Everyone thinks my father is some kind of inherent danger, and that, as his child, I must be too. Don't pretend you don't agree."

The bag drops from his hands as the air turns cold and frosty on his skin. "I don't believe you're dangerous!"

"You thought I wanted to kill you!" Nico seethes through clenched teeth. Percy withdraws and catches his breath. Anger has turned to pain, sadness, in Nico's eyes, his lips trembling. "You thought-" His voice cuts out with a strangled little noise that burns like a geyser right through Percy's core.

Bianca shimmers behind him. Her eyes are a void, drowning Percy as he looks at her. If Nico senses his sister, he doesn't show, but still Percy feels something watching his back.

Her voice echoed inside his head. Didn't you say you'd protect him? The darkness around them seems to come alive, tickling at his senses. Goosebumps litter up his arms. If you want him as safe as I do, let him go home. We have never been welcome here.

She disappears and the void breaks. Percy breathes.

"Okay," he says. With wet eyes, Nico blinks up at him. "It's not like I can stop you and... I go home at the end of every summer too so. Unfair for me to tell you not to. Just. Don't go around befriending anymore creepy ghosts, okay?"

It's quiet for just a moment. Then Nico nods sharply and turns on his heels. The darkness beckons him forward with twisted ink.

Percy runs and catches him on the shoulder once more. "I didn't think you wanted to me kill because I thought you were dangerous. I had this dream..." He trails off, unsure of how to explain.

"Dreams can lie, Percy," Nico says. He tilts his face away from him. Shadows cast across his pale skin, almost hiding him from view. "My dreams lie all the time."

"Yeah, but." Percy swallows. He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. Everything- We're fine, okay? I. You- Just. Stay safe and call me. If you need help."

The shadows don't pull back from Nico's face and his stony silence as Percy pulls away from him is as unreadable to Percy as a college level textbook. The shadows pull around Nico, almost like a hug, and he's gone. The darkness fades and spreads out.

Like nothing happened.

#percy wanted nico to want to kill him. as part of his guilt over bianca #he thinks if nico wanted him dead it would make more sense #but instead nico says who cares about you and your stupid soul and Percy's baffled because he needs nico to hate him #to want him as dead in the ground as his sister us. it's the only way it's far and nico doesnt and Percy's guilt ridden heart cant take it #he doesnt know why but it hurts that Nico's fine with him living. he's not. he wishes he was dead #but he cant die because then who will protect nico from the prophecy?#so he has to live. but it would be easier to live if nico wanted him dead #anyway #just a scene thats been boiling in my head rhe last couple days #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #percy jackson #nico di angelo

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Stately Sequoia Ch. 6

I am rampaging, folks. I might be busy for the rest of the weekend so I felt compelled to get all of these ideas out on paper before the plots get all jumbled or I forget and move on to a separate idea.

Thank you for all the support and comments. I literally read all of it and love hearing what you have to say!

You had avoided Larissa at all costs. The school year was off to a good start and you found out quite quickly the students were your favorite part of the job. Bianca and Wednesday were two stand out students in your advanced botany course. Eugene was a quiet student, but he certainly had a skill for plant identification.

Truthfully, you couldn’t stop thinking about Larissa however. Faculty meetings were the worst as you tried to remain focused on the task at hand, but Larissa was truly too beautiful to resist a glance or two.

You knew you were having to put effort into avoiding Principal Weems as she has sought out your company many times since your last date. You remember on one specific occasion she stopped by the greenhouse about two weeks after your parting.

“Fern. We really need to talk.” Larissa’s voice was gentle as she watched you seeding a batch of wildflowers for Eugene to keep for his bees.

“I really don’t think we do. What else is there to say?” You didn’t look up, you didn’t give her the satisfaction of even stopping what you were doing to speak to her.

You could feel Larissa behind you, inching closer, “I wanted to apologize.”

Your stubbornness was getting the best of you as you planted your hands against the table in front of you. You took a deep breath and still didn’t acknowledge her words.

Larissa closed the gap between you both by wrapping her arms around your middle, hugging you from behind. You felt her warm lips against your neck, involuntarily you tilt your head to the side, granting her more access to you.

Much to your dismay, she unraveled her arms and left you longing for her warmth.

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A month into the semester and it was finally Parents Weekend. Before the arrival of parents, there was a brief meeting among teachers. You listened to Larissa’s instructions while listening to Rowan’s smart ass comments on the side.

“Parents weekend can’t get over soon enough,” Rowan huffed as you both made your way towards the quad. Student’s of hers quickly call her over to make introductions between their favorite vampire professor and their parents. You remained near a pillar, observing the interactions between your beloved students and their family members. A familiar presence appeared at your side, towering over you.

You had been considering re-initiating your relationship with Larissa, but after your behavior weeks ago, you found it hard to believe Larissa would want anything to do with you. Now, your relationship seemed to have returned to strictly professional.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” Larissa asked looking out across the sea of students and guardians.

You stared up at your principal, eyes not leaving her face as you respond, “Yes... Lovely.”

Larissa met your gaze, that beautiful smirk gracing her red lips once again. You stood there for a moment watching each other before you were brutally interrupted.

“Larissa!” A dark haired beauty approached the principal with open arms. More importantly, you saw Weems’s face fall before she forced a smile. The approaching parent wore a tight fitting black dress and was accompanied by a Latin man. Peaking around them, the annoyed face of Wednesday Addams followed after them.

“Morticia. How lovely to see you.” Larissa accepted the embrace and you took that as your sign to mingle with the other parents present.

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“You must be the botany professor my daughter speaks so highly of.”

You were on your hands and knees digging in the conservatory to plant a sequoia tree of your own. You had been inspired recently and had a small sapling shipped from the west coast.

You sit back on your feet and glance up at Morticia Addams, who had now graced your conservatory. From observing her earlier this morning, she seems to have a natural flirtation about her.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams. I’m Dr. Rogers.” You decided to keep the introduction as formal as possible due to Larissa’s seemingly negative reaction to seeing her old roommate.

“Oh, please, you can call me Morticia.” She took another step towards you, causing you to have to crane your neck even higher to look at her. You were sure this was some kind of power move.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Morticia?” You faked a smile before turning back to your sapling at hand.

“Oh… No… Just touring around… Larissa speaks very highly of you...” She glanced upwards and around at the different trees, vines, and shrubs you had cultivated. Morticia drew a hand innocently across your back as she stepped behind you and moved onward to explore your greenhouse.

“I’m glad to hear she is pleased with my performance. I enjoy my work here.”

“Oh, yes... You know, she used to enjoy my performance as well. I was just thinking-” Morticia began a story that you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to hear. From Rowan’s stories, it was revealed to you that Principle Weems and Morticia Addams were once romantically entangled.

“Morticia.” A stern voice barked from the entrance to the greenhouse. Larissa loomed in the doorway, “It seems Gomez is looking for you. Perhaps you should go check on him. Separation anxiety, I assume.”

Larissa’s dig caused your eyes to widen and Morticia’s jaw clenched in response. There was a tension here between these women and with both of their dominating demeanor, you would rather stay out of it.

“Don’t worry, Fern. We can continue this conversation at a later date. I’m sure you would love to hear the rest,” Morticia’s words seemed to be directed at Larissa as she took her exit.

Rather than question the intensity of Morticia and Larissa’s interaction, you turned your head back the the small tree. Once a hole was large enough for the roots, you gently inserted the small tree.

Larissa couldn’t help herself as she found her way to your side, kneeling next to you, “What are you doing?”

Her tone had been so soft with you since your miscommunication. You glanced up at her and gestured down to the plant, “It’s a sequoia tree. I’ve never grown one before…”

Larissa watched as you leveled out the soil, gently packing it down so the little tree stands upright. She hums in approval, watching your movements.

“Would you like to try?” You ask, tilting the watering can over, thoroughly watering it in.

“Try what?”

You hold out your hand, requesting hers in return. Obeying, she offers up her gloved hand. You absentmindedly smile, gently pulling at the fingertips of the glove so you can slide it off, laying it off to the side.

You push her palm down into the soil, laying both of yours on top. That familiar warmth travels from your chest and down your arms to your fingers. Larissa gasps as she feels the energy travel through her hand, down into the soil. In return, the sapling began to shift, its roots taking hold and the branches began to spread and its trunk expanding.

You held Larissa there until the few inch sapling grew to nearly four feet tall, not wanting it too big.

“Beautiful.” Larissa whispered still mesmerized by the sight of the tree in front of her.

You turn your head to make eye contact, once again mesmerized by Weems beauty, “Yes, beautiful…”

In an instant you collided with one another, Larissa couldn’t help herself any longer. Her gloved hand and dirt covered hand pressed to the sides of your face as she covered your lips with hers. You felt desperate for her. Her strong arms had you swept up in an instant. Her dirty hand remained on your face, while the other guided you into her lap. You were happy to oblige.

Now straddling her lap, the intensity of the kiss built. Your mouth opened at the probing of her tongue, your own arms wrapping around Larissa’s neck. She caught your lip between her teeth causing you to let out a soft moan before diving back in.

You continued like this, making out until you finally pulled away, her lips seemed to chase yours for a moment until she realized you needed a breather. Larissa stifled a laugh, brushing your face with her gloved hand to remove the muddy smudge that now graced your cheek, “This seems to be a trend between you and I.”

Link to Chapter 7

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loserscanwritetoo · 1 day

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Starman

Chapter 3

TW: Description of a panic attack, mention of past su1cid3 attempt

Nico wouldn’t say that he was a pessimist, but after the awkward run-in with SunBoy last night he would be lying if he said he didn’t run back home and barged into Hazel's room.

The past day had been alright. Turns out Hazel wasn’t a bitch, just an introvert who quite literally had no idea what to do with a big brother, and honestly, Nico wasn’t sure how to behave now either. He knew, realistically, that they would never have a ‘normal’ sibling relationship, but he still hoped, somewhere deep down, that they might become somewhat normal over town.

Hazel was nice, and Nico liked most of her friends. Frank wasn’t too bad either. Apparently he was just shy with a resting bitch face.

However kind her friends may be, Nico knew that he would never feel safe with them. You know when you meet a new person, and you badly want you to click, but something is just a little bit off? That’s how Nico felt with Hazel's friends, but it would work. He really just needed to get through two years, and then he’d graduate and be able to move back home, and go back to his solitude. That was a safe plan, and he’d stick to it. He wasn't going to let some half sister get between him and his goal, and he definitely wouldn’t let a guy ruin it for him.

He’d let guys ruin things for him since even before he realized he was gay. There was the italian guy in the playground in preschool, the mysterious foodie in middle school, and numerous other crushes that he had promised never to tell anyone about. Well, he’d told Bianca, but that didn’t count. He’d told Bianca everything.

He never ended up telling his mom though. She had a tendency to be a bit old fashioned, and Nico didn’t want to risk losing her. He had planned to tell her once he had moved out, but that was before the accident.

Sometimes he found himself talking out loud, as if his family was still with him. Sometimes he cried, because he wished it would’ve been him and not them. Bianca was a genius, both academically and socially. Nico had always just been her weird little brother, who cut his own hair because he hated hairdressers, and only wore clothes a size too big, because he didn't want anyone to look at him. She had a bigger reason to live. Nico was just… kind of there. Didn't do much, didn't say much, and didn’t make much of an impression on anyone.

That’s why he had been so uncomfortable when he saw that Will was watching him in the graveyard. That was Nico at his most vulnerable, and Will had forced himself into his bubble.

“You will not believe what just happened!” He thumped down on Hazel's bed, realizing a little too late that Hazel was in the middle of a facetime call with Annabeth.

“Good evening to you too Nico” she replied with a sigh. It looked like Annabeth was about to say something, but Nico interrupted her.

“Not now Annabeth, this is a missing-fathers-only conversation”. Annabeth opened her mouth, probably to protest, but Nico leaned over Hazel and hung up the phone.

“Nico, I swear to god, if this is not super important I will kill you. We were busy talking”

“Yeah, yeah, Luke’s an asshole, I’ve heard” Hazel glared at him, but Nico just rolled his eyes. He’d had enough of hearing about Luke, especially when no one seemed to want to tell him what he had actually done that was so bad.

“So I was in the graveyard-”

“No normal person hangs out in the graveyard.” Hazel interrupted.

“Shut up. As I was saying, I was in the graveyard,” He felt his breathing speed up and his limbs starting to vibrate. “And I’m talking to Bianca and mom” He felt like a weight was put over his chest “and then all of a sudden Will fucking Solace is there and he’s watching me, and probably thinking I’m crazy, and I really don’t want him thinking that because I’m not crazy, or am I?” He tried to form more words, but his mouth was so dry, and it was like all of a sudden no words made sense, and he couldn't form sentences, he felt like his head was being dunked underwater, and Hazel seemed to seep further and further away.

He could see her opening her mouth, watched her talk, but he couldn’t hear her, and then she was gone and he was left alone in her room. It seemed to shrink more and more as every second ticked by, and he was afraid it would kill him, crush him down into a fine powder, and then finally he would join mom and Bianca again, and he wouldn't be so alone.

He was so alone. So very alone. It was just him against the world.

He felt a lump form in his stomach, and before he had time to react he threw up all over Hazel’s floor. He was startled by the sound of a door slamming open, and he felt someone hold him, talking to him in a soothing voice, but he couldn't hear the words. Then a hand was pressed against his chest, and he noticed it wasn't moving. He wasn’t breathing. How do you even breathe?

The hand moved up into the air, and then down again, over and over again, until Nico realized his chest was supposed to follow it, and it did.

Slowly he seemed to come back to reality, and he realized he was sobbing. Hazel was holding him, and handed him a glass of water. She clearly didn’t know how to handle this, and Nico’s heart sank. He had just come crashing into her life, and now here she was, sitting on her floor, surrounded by his vomit, trying to comfort someone she’d known for less than a day. He realized she was speaking, but her voice was laced in concern.

“Hey, I’ve got you. I’m here.” Nico tried to answer, but no words came out, so he just leaned into her touch and cried. Cried for the first time since the funeral. Felt all of the feelings he had done his best to ignore for months.

He cried out of anger. Anger for that drunk driver who had separated him from his family.

Out of sadness, because he would never see his mom or Bianca ever again.

And out of embarrassment, because Hazel saw him like this. No one was supposed to see him like this. Not even Bianca had seen him like this. God, how he missed her. He would do anything to be with her again.

Hazel grabbed his hand, and he realized he'd been stroking the ugly, horizontal scars on his wrists. Now she was crying too. He had ruined everything, and he just wanted to sink into the ground.

Those scars were his biggest shame. He had been drunk, and angry, and sad, and willing to do anything to be with his family again. He had sworn never to do anything like it ever again

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking sorry” Hazel tried her best to steady herself before replying with a shaky breath,

“Don’t apologize for feeling things. How can I help you?”

“You can’t”

“Let me in, Nico. You don't have to be alone in this.”

And so Nico talked, and he didn't stop until the early hours of the morning. When the siblings finally fell asleep, holding each other, Nico felt a little lighter. Hazel was good. He was going to give this a chance.

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Hazel's alarm went off at 6 am, and Nico rubbed his eyes desperately. It was so early, and he felt like he had only slept for a minute or two. Next to him, Hazel groaned, before falling out of her bed, letting out a little yell. Nico couldn't stop himself from laughing, and Hazel glared at him before kicking him out of her room to get dressed.

Nico took a quick shower and found some clean-ish clothes in a moving box that he had never bothered to unpack. It still smelled of his home back in Italy, and he took a minute to breathe it in before downstairs where she was met by Hazel and Marie.

He grabbed a sandwich and got into his car. It was a crappy RV, that barely even ran anymore, but he had bought it with his first paycheck, and he loved it.

Since it was his, nobody could stop him from smoking in it, so naturally, he lit a cigarette. Hazel joined him and they sat in silence as Nico finished his smoke. When he had put it out, he glanced at her, considering telling her his biggest secret.

“Don’t you even dare apologize for last night”

“I wasn’t going to! It’s just, I want to tell you something,” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m gay.” Hazel hesitated for a second before replying

“Cool. Are you gonna make sure we get to school on time?” She smiled at him, and Nico mirrored her response before rushing off in a speed that definitely wasn’t legal, but he didn't care. He had a sister. He wasn’t alone. She might not be Bianca, but right now, Hazel felt just as safe.

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Fic: 100 Days

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Drug abuse mentioned, shame, feelings of inadequacy, family life, first time sex after baby, cunnilingus, lactation kink, body issues, PiV sex, squirting, sweet talk, having to be quiet during sex, multiple orgasms, tell me if I missed something.

Words: 4,647

Summary: Frankie gets his 100 days chip and Jay knows how to celebrate that.

A/N: @apascalrascal and I have talked about this for a long time and she basically wrote half of the original idea, how their first time sex after having Bianca would be like, so shoutout to her!

Taglist: @amneris21 @apascalrascal @kikis-writing-world @lovesbiggerthanpride @mswarriorbabe80 @pazizz @paulalikestuff @rambling-in-purple (let me know if you want in)

The smell of homemade tamales surprises Frankie at the front door and throws him a little. That always happens; tamales smell like childhood and bring up memories of his mamá’s embrace, warm, delicious meals, and that childlike feeling of neverending summer and no worries in the world.

Jay learned to make tamales from his mother and nowadays, Frankie might actually like Jay’s better. Then again, he’s highly biased.

”Jay?” he calls as he closes the door behind him, kicks off his shoes, and hangs up his hat. Drawing his hand through his thick hair, he walks to the kitchen, where he’s attacked by Alma who shrieks SUPWISE and throws herself at him.

”What’s all this?” he smiles as he catches Alma in his arms and hoists her up.

”It’s a surprise,” Jay explains from the stove as she turns it off before joining him and Alma, Bianca on her arm. ”Did you get it?”

Frankie nods. Yes, he did get it. He digs his hand into his pocket and fishes it up: the the coin for his 100 days of sobriety.

”What’s that?” Alma wants to know immediately.

”Daddy got it for being the best daddy in the world,” Jay explains as Frankie hands her the coin to look at. Alma is too young to understand drug addiction but has always known that her dad is the greatest.

Jay turns the coin over in his hand before relinquishing it to Alma, who inspects it with an unimpressed look on her face as Jay leans in to give Frankie a kiss.

”I’m so, so proud of you,” she lets him know in a low voice before pecking his lips again. ”And I love you so much, Frankie.” Another peck before she wraps her free arm around him and leans her head to his shoulder, pressing her nose to his neck for a long, affectionate sniff. He’s wearing the cologne she likes.

Alma squirms and Frankie puts her down before putting his arms around Jay and kissing her forehead, then Bianca’s.

”Nothing to fuss about,” he tries to shrug, but the welcome has gotten to him, and his throat feels tight. When Alma comes back to him with a card that says Best Daddy in the world that she drew herself, the tears come. He lifts Alma up again, hugs her tightly, kisses her cheek, hugs Jay and Bianca, kisses them all, just wants to hold his little family, his wonderful girls forever. To think that he came so close to losing all of them, all of this, for some cocaine…? He still can’t believe how stupid he was.

Jay kisses his tears away. ”It’s okay, baby.”

Alma asks him why he’s crying and he smiles at her as he chokes out: ”Because I’m so happy I got you all, mijita. I love you so much. You, Bianca, mommy.”

”I love you too, papa.”

Jay lets her hand slide down to Frankie’s ass and gives it a little squeeze before she tells him to take a seat at the table.

”I made tamales to celebrate.”

”Tamales!” Alma shrieks and hurries over to her chair. Frankie grins at Jay and removes her hand. Jay smirks back.

”Can’t blame me for trying,” she tells him innocently as she puts Bianca down in the high chair before taking the huge platter of tamales to the middle of the table. ”Okay, everyone, dig in.”

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After reading Alma her bedtime story and cuddling her until she falls asleep, Frankie leaves her room on light feet and closes the door softly. He yawns as he makes his way to the kitchen. He almost dozed off himself, uncomfortably folded on Alma’s kid-size bed as he was, and now he stretches until he hears joints pop.

The kitchen is tidied up after the evening meal and he drums his fingers on the countertop, looking around. There’s something restless in him tonight, ever since Jay put her hand on his ass earlier. It lit something in him, something he has been repressing ever since he was allowed back home.

Desire. Horniness, to put it plainly. Sure, he hasn’t been oblivious to Jay’s body, he never is, and seeing her lactate always does something to him. But he has been denying himself. Jay may have forgiven him but he still hasn’t been able to grant himself the same grace. He has thrown himself into being a father, making up for lost time with Alma while going to meetings, busying himself with home repairs, volunteering at the VA center, putting in some hours here and there at a friend’s car repair shop. He lost his job when his addiction was revealed and money is now tight. He feels responsible for that and the guilt, in addition to the shame he feels for almost throwing his wonderful life away, made him deny himself the right to think about sex. It’s been easy, of course, what with Jay recovering from childbirth, but he’s not made of stone. Her love language is touch and she has not been withholding that; always brushing her hand over his back when close to him, giving him little hugs and kisses, playing with the curls at the back of his hair when they watch TV at night when the kids are down. He can’t help leaning into those touches. He craves them with everything that he is while knowing that he has not deserved them. Jay relentlessly keeps reminding him of his worth, though, and he loves her desperately for it.

Now that old familiar feeling is reminding himself that he loves her body as well, and he misses it. He misses sex. He longs for the soar and surrender, the ecstasy, her sounds, how she feels. The magic of her climax when his mouth is on her and she’s shaking, squirming, praising his name.

He shakes his head trying to rid it of these thoughts. He can’t get worked up. The initiative has to come from her, he has to be neutral until she tells him she’s ready. That she considers him worthy.

His hand slides inside the pocket in his jeans where the 100 days chip is. He feels it against his fingers, reminds himself that it is an achievement. He has done good. He is making amends.

Still, it’s hard.

Looking for something to do, he walks through the house towards the laundry room, where he finds Jay emptying the washing machine and loading up the dryer. She glances up and smiles.

”Alma go down okay?”

”Out like a light.”

”Thank god we managed to make kids who don’t have issues with sleeping,” Jay sighs as she closes the hatch of the dryer and turns it on. She then turns to Frankie.

”You okay?”

”Yeah, why?”

Slowly, Jay comes up to him, putting her hands on his shoulders when she’s standing right in front of him.

”You’ve been so quiet ever since you came back from your meeting.”

He shrugs. ”Big day.”

”It was,” Jay nods, squeezing his shoulders lightly. ”And don’t you dare diminish that. It’s a big achievement.”

”Shouldn’t have done drugs in the first place.”

”No, you shouldn’t,” Jay agrees, sliding her hands up the back of his neck and burying her fingers in his hair. ”But you did, and you cleaned up. You’re a wonderful, responsible person, Frankie. You just got a little lost. We all do.”

With that, she pulls him in for a soft, tentative kiss. Her fingers thread through his hair like they always do and Frankie lets the familiar touch lull him into a sense of security and peace. Carefully, as if asking for permission, his hand touch her waist. When Jay moves to gently press up against him, he drops his hands to her hips and dares to pull her in. She sighs against his lips, a pleasant, breathless little sound, and that makes him even bolder. He brushes his lips against hers again before covering her mouth, this time with more conviction. His groin feels strained as his cock twitches and starts to harden. Jay feels the growing bulge and she smiles against his lips.

”Missed me?” she murmurs, and that brings Frankie back to reality.

”Sorry, I…”

”Don’t apologize,” she cuts him off immediately. Her blue eyes are dark and slightly glassy, her lips parted. ”Frankie, I want you. Do you want me?”

He swallows, his throat tight. ”Jay, I know I hurt our family bad. I don’t deserve this.”

”That’s not what I asked.”

She’s not going to let him pity himself. Frankie has to smile at the Jayness of it all.

”I will always want you, amor.”

”Then here I am.”

He crashes his mouth to hers, his arms going around her and hugging her tight against him, relishing the full body contact with her. They have cuddled up during sleep since he came home, almost every night, in fact, but that has been innocent. This is not. His jeans are feeling tighter by the minute and when Jay’s hands grab two handfuls of ass, pressing him harder against her, his thoughts go to all the times she’s pegged and spanked him.

Jesus fucking Christ.

”Can we?” he groans against her lips, remembering that it’s only been a little over two months since Bianca was born. Get a grip, calm down, be careful, but not too careful because Jay will lose her shit if she thinks she’s being handled like a porcelain figurine…

”We can,” Jay confirms in a similar breathless whine before breaking free from him to pull her t-shirt over her head. She’s topless underneath, her breasts already filling with milk after Bianca’s evening meal.

”Dios mio…” Frankie sighs at the sight. He raises his hand but looks to Jay for approval first.

”Yes,” she breathes, and Frankie cups her breast softly, strokes the nipple with his thumb, makes her skin break out in gooseflesh. The other hand follows, gently supporting the other breast in his palm, weighing it before his fingers close into the soft flesh for a little squeeze. A few white drops trickle down from her nipple and Frankie catches them on his thumb, then raises it to his mouth to taste it. It’s sweet and warm, and makes him long for something else that he hasn’t had in a long time.

”Baby,” he says hoarsely, ”I want to taste you. Please let me taste you.”

Jay wraps his arms around his neck as she kisses him. ”Bedroom. Now.”

”The baby?”

”She’ll sleep right through it, you know that.”

Yes, Frankie knows that Bianca is a sound sleeper, but what he intends to do could very well make Jay wake up the dead. Still, he takes Jay by the hand and lets her lead him to the bedroom where she wiggles out of the her sweatpants and panties. When she moves to unzip his fly, Frankie grabs her wrists.

”No,” he tells her in a low voice. ”You first.”

He lays her down on the bed and peppers her skin with kisses, from her neck to her breasts, down her stomach where his two children grew, until he finally reaches the apex of her thighs. He kisses the soft flesh, administers teasing little bites, before letting himself have a first taste of her, and he can’t keep from groaning low in his throat.

She tastes exceptionally good. She always does when she’s pregnant or lactating, it has to do with hormones. So rich and deep, a kind of earthy musk with a hint of ocean spray. Or something, what the fuck does he know about these things, all he knows is that he could die happy here, with his tongue in her slick warm pussy, his arms around her thighs, her fingers buried in his hair where they tug and clamber for a grip when her whines threaten to get too loud.

It’s been a while since last time but he’s still got it, Frankie notes with satisfaction as he presses his tongue to her clit, making Jay keen. Not that he thinks that he could ever forget how to do this to her, it feels as natural to him as breathing. It’s more a question of being allowed to, and making up to her all the damage he has done.

So he directs all his focus on her, going carefully and mindfully, alternating between fast and slow until she’s squirming and whining, looking up at him with murder in her glassy blue eyes, and he just smirks at her and then throws her over the edge, making her turn her head to press her face into the pillow to stifle her loud moans. He lets her come down, kissing the soft skin on her inner thighs, rubs his prickly chin against it to get rid of some of the slick, shifts a little to relieve the pressure at the front of his jeans.

”Jesus, Francisco,” Jay murmurs, and that is his cue. If she can speak, she can take another one. He dives back in, pulls her against him, licks into her, lets his tongue dance on her swollen clit until he’s drunk and she’s coming apart again. This time he doesn’t slow down but keeps going through her release, suckling her gently, his tongue making filthy love to her pussy as his cock throbs with every breath he barely has time to draw. Jay is writhing and Frankie notes with satisfaction that her knuckles, fisting in the sheets, are white. He’s missed this so much, thought for so long that he would never be allowed to do this to her again. Yet here he is, growling against her pussy as her thighs start to close on either side of his face, her hands pushing him away as she nears another orgasm. Her moans are helpless and he knows that she’s near, so near. Skillfully, he has her fall apart on his tongue one more time, almost choking when Jay clamps her thighs together with his head in the middle. He pries her legs open just so that he can retreat, and sits back on his heels, chin dripping, tongue almost cramping, cock painfully hard. His discomfort, however, doesn’t matter when he looks at Jay, trembling and gasping for breath beneath him. Holy shit, she’s amazing.

”Okay?” he asks in a whisper. Her eyes blink open and slowly comes to focus on him, but she doesn’t speak. Frankie lowers down over her and brushes his lips over hers, letting her taste herself, feeling her hot breath against the slick on him.

”More?” he dares to suggest. Jay’s breath stutters and her legs quickly hook around his waist. Within a heartbeat, Frankie finds himself on his back, Jay straddling him.

”Your turn,” she tells him as she unzips his pants. Frankie shakes his head, suddenly struck with that terrible feeling of not having deserved her.

”Come here.”

He pulls her up, almost roughly directing her to sit astride his face.

”One more,” he begs of her and feels the little hairs on her skin rise. ”Please, amor.”

She can’t resist him and so he gets to show her his devotion more time. Jay’s holding onto the headboard, back rounded as she bites down on her lower lip to keep quiet. Bianca has been fast asleep the whole time but if she wakes up now Frankie is going to lose it. He needs to do this for Jay, needs her to cum one more time, wants her to cum with all that she has. He works her intensely, lets her grind on his facial hair to find pleasure as she wants to, and he’s finally rewarded with a short but powerful gush of liquid. He drinks her release, savours the sweetness of it, and continues to softly lick her until she whines and gets off of him with trembling legs.

Frankie expects Jay to collapse next to him but she seems to be rejuvenated by this last orgasm, because she straddles him and rubs herself on the bulge in his pants.

”God, baby,” she breathes against his skin before licking at his lips, into his mouth. ”You’re so fucking good at that, I love you so fucking much.”

”I love you,” he replies with a grunt. He could cum in his pants right now, mierda, how he could just explode from how she keeps rubbing that fine, slick pussy against his tight jeans…

”I need you.” Jay is already tugging his t-shirt up, kissing his chest as it is revealed. Frankie hesitates suddenly. The shame is still present in his mind. How can he let her love him, with what he has done? And how can he not, when he wants her so goddamn much?

”Frankie?”

Jay looks at him, this wonderful, beautiful, kind man who would never ask anything for himself but is always ready to give her whatever she wants. And now, all she wants is for him to not feel guilty anymore. He has atoned, he is back, is he clean and healthy and taking care of the girls.

He looks back at her, bashful at being exposed. He’s lost a little weight – apparently he barely ate during the weeks he spent on Benny’s couch – and has dark rings under his eyes but he has never been more attractive to her. She suddenly feels self conscious. She still carries extra weight from the pregnancy and her tits will never be the same again. And yet, she finds it so hard to believe that Frankie would care.

”Do you want to fuck me?” she asks in a low voice. Frankie frowns.

”Of course, I just…”

”Is it my body?”

He stares at her as he pushes himself up to a sitting position with her still astride his thighs.

”No,” he says with conviction. ”Never. Jay, you are beautiful to me, even more so now than when I first saw you. I just…”

She can smell herself on his mouth and it makes her ache for him even more, but she forces herself to calm down and wait for him to speak.

”I don’t see how you can let me even be here, in this situation, with you, after what I did.”

He doesn’t avert his eyes but waits for her sentence to fall. Jay cups his cheeks, strokes the bare spots in his beard, runs her fingers to the back of his head and into his hair. Frankie has to smile; Jay always had a thing for his hair.

”Frankie, do you really think you’d be here if I truly didn’t want you to be?” she tells him quietly. ”I know it’s going to take time for us to move past this but we got time. Neither one of us is going anywhere and we’re here, and right here and now I want to take your clothes off, take out that big, beautiful cock of yours, and put it inside me.”

He gulps audibly and Jay leans her forehead to his, their noses touching.

”Do you want to fuck me?” she repeats softly. Frankie wraps his arms around her and pulls her onto the bulge in his pants.

”Yeah.”

His pants and boxers come off in a flash and when Jay finally leads him into her, both of them are holding their breath and then exhaling in a deep, strained sigh.

”You’re so fucking wet, amor,” Frankie gripes. Jay cocks her head a little and smiles.

”You did do your very best to get me wet.”

”God, I missed you, you feel so good.

”I missed you too,” she whispers in a throaty moan as she begins to swirls her hips, the girth of him almost impossibly big in her despite the thorough lubrication. ”And I missed your big fucking dick…” She trembles with pent up energy and digs her fingertips into his chest. ”Just wanna ride you, baby.”

Frankie grabs her hands and pulls her down on him, capturing her lips in a sweet, slow kiss.

”Slow down,” he asks her, caressing her cheek. ”Just be here with me. Just… let me be in you for as long as possible. Let me kiss you and take care of you…”

He cups both her cheeks as she slowly moves on him, and Jay mirrors the move, holding his beautiful face between her hands as she kisses him again. He moans into her mouth when she squeezes him inside herself, then sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up so that she can repositions her legs around his waist. He settles into her slow, lazy rhythm, lips connected in breathless kisses, the bedding rustling around them but not loud enough to wake the baby.

”I love you,” he murmurs into her mouth, ”I’m gonna take care of you for the rest of our lives, I promise, amor…”

”I know, baby,” Jay gasps, again hiding her fingers in his hair as she leans her forehead to his. ”I love you too, Frankie, you feel so good, you’re so good to me.”

His balls are unbelievably tight as she kisses him again, moaning low against his lips.

”Not gonna last,” he warns her helplessly. ”Baby, if you keep movin’ like that…” It doesn’t help that her milk-filled tits are right in front of his face, round and sweet-smelling.

”As long as you stay hard for me, you can cum as many times as you want,” Jay rules in a silky whisper that makes him choke on his own breath before burying his face in the crook where her neck and shoulder meet as he lets go and spurts inside of her in an orgasm that seems to go on forever as she keeps riding him at a slow but thorough pace.

”God, baby, I can feel it,” she gasps into his ear, ”I could feel that all the way inside…”

”Fuck,” he gripes against her skin, ”don’t stop, keep riding it…”

She obliges him and drops her head back when he closes his mouth around one nipple and starts to suck. The flow of the milk, the pull of his tongue, the warmth of his cum spreading inside her with nowhere to go but deeper; the intensity of it all has her squeezing her eyes shut and breathing in short, whiny huffs.

Frankie lets go of her nipple and pulls her lips down to his.

”Okay?” he gasps between the sweet, sticky kisses. Jay’s combing her fingers through his hair.

”Yeah, don’t stop, take the other one.”

He suckles her other tit, lapping up the milk as she moves on him, with him, and when her nipple slips out of his mouth he seeks out hers lips instead, drinks her moans, licks her breath, tastes her tongue.

”I love you,” he tells her over and over again. ”I love you, amor, I love you so much.”

She struggles to control her volume, hides her face against his hair, his neck while fighting to keep herself from riding him too hard as all sensation starts to gather and focus between her legs, inside her where his big cock is rubbing against her just the way she likes, higher and higher and higher…

”Frankie,” she chokes, ducking down to touch her sweaty forehead to his. ”God, Frankie, baby, I’m so close…”

”Lemme hear you.”

”I love you, baby, and I’m gonna cum on your cock…” Her voice is honey and fire in his ear and he grabs her hips, her ass, rocks her against him, him into her, his balls tightening so fast that he almost feels fourteen again.

”Cum with me,” he pleads, and she does, fluttering around him as he pumps his cum inside her, one of her arms behind her, hand grabbing his thigh. He has her mouth covered with his, muted moans traveling between them, his pelvis moving against her as she milks him dry, his hands holding onto her low on her hips, moving her as her rocking slowly comes to a halt.

He lays her down next to him, pecking her lips while reassuring her once again that he’s always going to take care of her.

”I know,” Jay murmurs throatily. ”I know, baby, and I’m going to take care of you too. I got you, Frankie.”

They doze off, Jay in a state of bonelessness after all the orgasms pulled from her, Frankie feeling that a piece of him has begun to forgive and heal. Bianca wakes them with her demand for a midnight feeding and as Jay is slowly stirring, Frankie gets up for the baby. He lays Bianca down next to Jay so that she can breastfeed lying down.

”Comfy?” he asks, laying down facing Jay as she helps Bianca to latch on.

”Uh-huh,” she yawns and curls her arm around the baby as it starts to suckle. Jay’s eyes fall shut and Frankie watches her and Bianca, heart swelling with love. Once again, he wonders what the hell he was thinking, almost giving this up for cocaine. How he couldn’t see straight, see that everything he needed was right in front of him, at home, on the couch watching TV, laughing around the dinner table, bickering in the morning, tantrums when leaving daycare…

As if his thoughts were a call for her, the door opens and Alma trudges in, the hallway light spilling in behind her.

”Daddy?” she whispers. Jay’s eyes blink open and Frankie quickly reaches for his boxer shorts, throwing the covers over Jay’s naked lower body in the process.

”¿Sí, mijita?” He pulls his underwear on before sitting up.

”I had a bad dweam.”

”Come here, let me kiss it away.”

Alma climbs into bed and lays down next to him, grimacing a little at the sight of Bianca. A devoted big sister, Alma still finds Bianca’s total dependance on Jay and Frankie annoying and incomprehensible.

”You don’t need to be scared,” Frankie assures her now with a kiss to her forehead. ”I’m here. Nothing can harm you.”

”It smells hewe. Did you fawt, daddy?”

Jay sputters behind the hand she quickly throws up in front of her mouth in a vain attempt at hiding the fact that she’s trying not to laugh. Bianca loses her latch and whines, and a little frown appears between Alma’s dark brows at the sound.

”Bianca must be quiet.”

”Sweetheart, how about I take you back to your own bed?” Frankie tries, thankful that the dark is hiding his reddening cheeks. ”Bianca will probably wake up a couple more times to eat.”

”No. I wanna sleep hewe.”

”Okay, but then you have to accept that Bianca will cry and maybe wake you up.”

Alma considers this. Frankie exchanges an amused glance with Jay.

”Fine,” the four-year-old finally sighs before burrowing into Frankie’s side. He pulls the covers over her, kisses her again, and wraps his arm around her before turning his head to Jay.

”Sorry my love, it’ll get crowded here tonight.”

”That’s okay,” Jay whispers, reaching her hand across Bianca’s little body to place it on Frankie’s arm. ”I love you.”

”I love you, mommy,” Alma yawns from the other side of Frankie, making Jay chuckle.

”Sleep, sweetheart.”

”Then be quiet,” the girl mutters. Frankie lets go of an amused scoff as he takes Jay’s hand in his and brings it to his lips.

”I love all of you.”

Alma falls asleep almost immediately but Frankie stays awake until Bianca is fed, burped, and put back in the cradle. He pulls Jay against his side, his free arm wrapping around her as she curls up with her head on his shoulder.

”I missed you,” she breathes in his ear. ”Rematch tomorrow.”

His dick twitches and his heart misses a beat.

”Shower first thing in the morning,” he whispers back and feels Jay’s lips curve against his.

#my fic #triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie x lady

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Dream Journal: The Waterpark

Ghost: Have you ever found yourself driving in the passenger seat of a car in the middle of a city that's flooding, where roads seem like they can't decide if they want to be actual roads or massive water slides? No?

Well, that's where I was this morning.

Some of the roads were angled upward like ramps before falling off into an abyss. It was hectic and chaotic. On the off chance you've ever played Tectonic in the PS4 Dreams game, it's like that but with a lot of water everywhere. If you haven't, here's a video.

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It's way cooler in 1st person mode in VR.

It's not so cool when you're in the middle of an actual dream and don't realize that none of this is really happening.

At a certain point, we got split up. I don't know if I fell out of the car or if it just wrecked and we agreed to go our separate ways and meet up later. Doesn't really matter.

What matters is that somehow, I found myself alone in a flooded playground and needed to make my way across monkey bars without falling into the water.

It was at this point that I had the thought that "this whole scenario is so weird. It almost feels like I'm in some kind of bizarre dream." And then I had the lightbulb moment of "oh, yeah! I must be dreaming. That makes way more sense."

Feeling invigorated with this new realization, I confidently crossed the Monkey Bars of Watery Doom and entered the dark, abandoned school building nearby.

Yes, it was creepy, but none of it was real, and I was confident I could take whatever this dream decided to throw at me.

While walking through the abandoned halls, I met Bianca.

Now, Bianca wasn't given a name in the dream, but she needed one and with her fair skin and white dress, I decided to go with a name that literally just means "white." Simple and straight to the point.

I see the woman I've retroactively named Bianca, and I am marveling at how real the dream feels as I do a lot when I first become lucid. I can't even remember what she said to me, but I was just focused on how audible it sounded, like actual words rather than the mind-voices of headmates.

"You have a beautiful voice," I said to the dream character.

"How do you see it?" she replied, confused.

"See what?"

"My voice? How do you see my voice?"

"Umm... you don't. You hear it."

Bianca just looks at me blankly, and I wonder if the dream character even understands the concept of sound.

"With your ears," I clarify, pointing at her ears. "What... what did you think those were there for?"

"For rotating," Bianca says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Then she takes her right ear with her fingers, and she fucking twists it 90 degrees like the ear was on a wheel so that the ear lobe was pointing forward.

That was both horrifying... and intriguing. I planned on continuing to interrogate this mysterious and bizarre creature when these large, muscular dudes started filing out of the corner of the room. They looked intimidating and I felt like they wanted to fight.

I felt like they wanted to fight me because of my interaction with Bianca. I had caused her to go too far off-script, and they were coming in to set everything back to normal

I tried talking to them to see if they would say anything interesting like Bianca did, but they weren't interested in playing that game. No. They had come here for one reason and one reason only. They were hear to knock the daylights into me.

Okay then. Bring it on.

They came at me. It was three to one, and I each of them were taller and more muscular than I am. I hit, but they hit me back. I knocked one down on the floor, but they kept pummeling me. The fight only lasted a few seconds, and I was down on the ground, beaten.

The men all brushed themselves off and turned to go. The fight was over.

Then I stood and smiled at the men in the room.

"Good job guys," I walked over and patted one on the shoulder. "That was fun. Do you want to go again?"

That's the thing about lucid dreaming. They can knock me down all they want. But I didn't feel a damn thing except the excitement of the fight. Nothing they could do could hurt me.

And they were just so completely bewildered. They expected me to just stand down. To act like someone would if they had gotten beaten up in real life. Or at least to be scared of them.

But these weren't threats that could hurt me. They were specimens to be analyzed and dissected.

Then I woke up.

Maybe it was my time to wake up. Maybe the befuddlement of the dream characters just caused the entire system to crash. Whatever the case, that was easily one of the strangest and wildest dreams I've ever experienced.

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Ti Amo - Roman Pizza

We held the first meeting of our group on December 27th 2023, at Ti Amo - a restaurant serving roman pizza. Click "read more" to see what this experience of our group at this lovely restaurant felt like <3

~ Alex.

Ti Amo is a restaurant specialising in italian cuisine. It's placed in the centre of Warsaw, which is just great for easy way to find and reach the place - there were really no problems in getting there, at all. The restaurant itself was really climactic as well and in pair with the kitchen; as if you ended up in a clearly mediterranean-inspired place in the middle of a city <3 It felt fresh, comforting, and neat, as well as pretty. Well, a minus I can think of though, is that it is not very good in mobility aspect, as the space between the aisles isn't wide, which might be a problem for disabled folk, sadly. However, because the climate suits me very well, personally, I totally recommend going there, it's a fascinating place. (Again, a highly personal preference!)

The pizza we ate at this restaurant is Roman pizza - the specific type of pizza that originates from its namesake, Rome, and is especially widespread in Central Italy. What's distinct for this kind of pizza is its whole, round shape, rectangular slices, its thin base, and oil as one of ingredients in the dough.

We were really excited about trying this kind of pizza! We made a collective decision to order 3 different types of roman pizza: prosciutto, caprese, and bianca.

Here is what out decision-making process looked like, haha:

After we ordered our food, we began brainstorming with the aim of finding the right title for our blog - as its obvious, it ended up being pizza-pie-in-the-sky, and here are the photos from that moment:

Next, we waited, but meanwhile got to talk. The wait for the pizzas didn't feel, nor I think it actually was, long, which I'm happy to say, since I was hungry and ready to focus all my thoughts on the food we ordered. And when the pizzas came, I was so happy to see they looked just as delicious as I wanted them to be!

So, of course, we soon started to eat them, as you can see in the picture beneath :).

Here are my thoughts about the pizzas after eating them <3:

Prosciutto - it is a pizza containing tasty ingredients such as tomato sauce, mozarella, prosciutto, gorgonzola, and rucola. It felt savoury-sweet, and I found it great due to the greenery, as well as that I'm simply a fan of tomatoes in all shapes and forms. Therefore, it was obviously a great choice for me, I'm not surprised I loved it, haha.

Caprese - this pizza had tomato sauce, burrata, cherry tomatoes, and fresh basil; so many delicious things! Again, tomatoes were just great, but I was also surprised about my liking of a cheese other than mozarella. I welcome the change, and gotta say this one was my favorite for this surprising reason! I'd totally eat it again, the combination of cheese and tomatoes was ideal.

Bianca - the pizza with many ingredients I haven't tried before all at once, or even at all (!): white sauce, mozzarella, goat cheese, oyster mushrooms, spring onions, and garlic. It was obviously very cheesy, which I was very postively surprised to find tasty! I enjoyed eating this one, though not as much as the other two - simply due to my taste in dairy and generally not liking it much.*

One thing I would like to note though, is that the place offers some pizzas that are vegeterian due to their ingredients; to my knowledge, there were no vegan or gluten-free options, so if you're a person considering these aspects or having allergies, I'd look into the menu first and think about the options carefully!

This is what the crime scene was like after we devoured all of the pizzas, quite quickly, might I add (lol):

We are clearly looking contented, satisfied, and happy, aren't we?

Therefore, to conclude this post, I enjoyed this meeting a lot! Obviously due to food, but just as much due to company. Ti Amo is clearly a restaurant that values the culture behind italian cuisine and prepares these pizzas with much heart and soul. I will be very happy to return there in the future for this reason <3.

~ Alex.

*All listed ingredients come from the site of the restaurant.

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chapter twelve

< previous: chapter eleven

At the edge of the dump, they found an old tow truck. But the engine started, and it had a full tank of gas, so they decided to borrow it.

Thalia drove. She didn't seem as stunned as the rest of them.

"The skeletons are still out there," she reminded them, "We need to keep moving."

She navigated through the desert, under clear blue skies, the sand so bright it hurt to look at. Zoe sat up front with Thalia. Percy and Y/N, sat in the pickup bed with Grover in the middle, leaning against the tow wench. The air was cool and dry, but the nice weather just seemed like an insult after losing Bianca.

Percy's hand closed around the little figurine that had cost her life. He didn't know why Y/N was acting the way she is. He put her hand on her shoulder in support but she shook it off. It's like she was showing her anger on him instead of Thalia or Zoe. Most importantly, he was worried about Nico. What was he even going to tell him?

Percy wanted to believe that Bianca was still alive somewhere. But he had a bad feeling that she was gone for good. "It should've been me," he said. "I should've gone into the giant."

"Don't say that!" Grover panicked. "It's bad enough Annabeth is gone, and now Bianca. Do you think I could stand it if…" He sniffled. "Do you think anybody else would be my best friend?"

"Ah, Grover…"

He wiped under his eyes with an oily cloth that left his face grimy, like he had on war paint. "I'm… I'm okay."

But he wasn't okay. Ever since the encounter in New Mexico—whatever had happened when that wild wind blew through—he seemed really fragile, even more emotional than usual.

The tow truck ran out of gas at the edge of a river canyon. That was just as well, because the road dead-ended.

Thalia got out and slammed the door. Immediately, one of the tires blew. "Great. What now?"

They scanned the horizon. There wasn't much to see. Desert in all directions, occasional clumps of barren mountains plopped here and there. The canyon was the only thing interesting. The river itself wasn't very big, maybe fifty yards across, green water with a few rapids, but it carved a huge scar out of the desert. The rock cliffs dropped away below them.

"There's a path," Grover said. "We could get to the river."

Percy tried to see what he was talking about, and finally noticed a tiny ledge winding down the cliff face. "That's a goat path," he said.

"So?" Grover asked.

"The rest of us aren't goats."

"We can make it," he said. "I think."

"No, I, uh, think we should go farther upstream."

Grover said, "But—"

"Come on," he said. "A walk won't hurt us."

Y/N noticed Percy glancing at Thalia. Her eyes lingered on him for a bit. This was just great. He definitely didn't care about the words she spouted out just moments ago. As a matter of fact, why would he, right? It wasn't directed at him. She looked away and started walking faster, away from the rest of them. They can bond over the distrust on her all they want. She's going to do whatever is required and leave their company forever.

They followed the river about half a mile before coming to an easier slope that led down to the water. On the shore was a canoe rental operation that was closed for the season, but Percy left a stack of golden drachmas on the counter and a note saying IOU three canoes.

"We need to go upstream," Zoe said. It was the first time they'd heard her speak since the junkyard, and she sounded like somebody with the flu. "The rapids are too swift."

"Leave that to me," he said. They put the canoes in the water.

Thalia pulled him aside as they were getting the oars. "Thanks for back there."

"Don't mention it."

"Can you really…" She nodded to the rapids. "You know."

"I think so. Usually, I'm good with water."

"Would you take Zoe?" she asked. "I think, ah, maybe you can talk to her."

"She's not going to like that," Percy said and looked at Y/N who looked at the water with a blank expression on her face, "Besides, I need to talk with Y/N too. What you said back there..."

"Please? I don't know if I can stand being in the same boat with her. She's… she's starting to worry me. And to be honest, I don't think Y/N wants to talk with you or anyone right now."

"And who's fault is that?" he asked.

Thalia sighed, "I was angry and sad. I didn't mean what I said."

"It's not me who you should be telling that," Percy glanced at Y/N, "I go with Zoe and you go with Y/N."

It was about the last thing Percy wanted to do, but he nodded. Thalia's shoulders relaxed. "I owe you one."

"Two."

"One and a half," Thalia said, "Since I'm talking with Y/N too."

She turned and helped Grover get their canoe into the water and then turned to help Y/N who quietly took her help.

As it turned out, Percy didn't even need to control the currents. As soon as they got in the river, he looked over the edge of the boat and found a couple of naiads staring at him. They looked like regular teenage girls, the kind you'd see in any mall, except for the fact that they were underwater.

"Hey," he said.

They made a bubbling sound that may have been giggling. He wasn't sure.

"We're heading upstream," he told them, "Do you think you could—"

Before he could even finish, the naiads each chose a canoe and began pushing them up the river. They started so fast Grover fell into his canoe with his hooves sticking up in the air.

"Sorry," Thalia said. But Y/N was still silent. "Hey, I didn't mean what I said. I was just...hurt and angry."

"I could tell you a lot of things to you if I acted like you. About Luke. But I didn't. Just because you were hurt and angry doesn't mean it justifies all of your fucking actions," Y/N said in a stern voice.

The mention of Luke did rile her up a bit, but she decided to ignore it. She didn't want to make the situation worse. "Percy does...trust you."

"No you were absolutely right about him," Y/N said, "He doesn't trust me. There's no need to sugarcoat your words now. Just be yourself." She didn't feel the need to make herself feel better. It was the truth and she had to face it.

"No he does-"

"Thalia, I'm not saying this out of anger. He trusts me in stuffs that involves life and death situation. He knows being a child of Apollo I have certain qualities that is a guarantee to things he could trust. And then there are decisions that I don't have proof of. It's those that he still doesn't feel the need to trust. He does whatever he wants."

Thalia kept quiet for some time and said, "You...love him, don't you?"

Y/N chuckled, "I don't know. I just wish I didn't. It would make things much easier. I would actually stop caring."

"You know how he doesn't like Harris? Do you have any idea about why-"

"I know what you're trying to say but that's really not the case. He doesn't trust me when I've been to quests with him so many times. It's not that hard to accept as to why he doesn't like Harris. I drag the guy everywhere and Harris is the only person in the whole camp that actually believes in me. He doesn't mind. He even went out together with us even though he knew how Percy's going to behave in front of him."

"....Honestly you're completely omitting out the possibility of him being jealous and that's not like you."

"Oh I know that. I'm drawing a line between us. I don't want to think about it cause if I start hoping, it would only lead to disappointment," Y/N laughed, "So far, in the matters of my feelings, Percy has been nothing but a huge disappointment."

Thalia squeezed her waist as a sign of comfort. "You...are you trying to get rid of us? Like...from your life?"

"I guess so," Y/N whispered, "Just until all of this is over. I'm just gonna...stay away from whatever makes me feel hurt."

"You've just got Harris as your friend. Like...won't you feel lonely?" she asked, trying to make her take back her words in panic.

"Sometimes loneliness is way more comforting than people who would let you down over and over," Y/N said, "And I can make new friends."

"But-"

"Apart from Grover, who I will only talk to if he's not with the rest of you. He's has always been sweet to me."

"Isn't Annabeth your best friend?" Thalia asked, "Why would you-"

"Do you even know what Annabeth did to me?" Y/N asked turning her head to look at Thalia, who just stared back at her in silence, "I can't tell you. It would sound like...I'm bitching about her out of jealousy."

The rest of the journey, both of them didn't speak. They didn't feel the need. It wasn't awkward anymore. Maybe Thalia should've told her about it.

Yes, she knew what Annabeth did.

Ahead of them the river was blocked. A dam the size of a football stadium stood in their path. This was as far as the naiads could take them.

"Hoover Dam," Thalia said. "It's huge."

They stood at the river's edge, looking up at a curve of concrete that loomed between the cliffs. People were walking along the top of the dam. They were so tiny they looked like fleas.

The naiads had left with a lot of grumbling. The canoes floated back downstream, swirling in the wake from the dam's discharge vents.

"Seven hundred feet tall," Percy said. "Built in the 1930s."

"Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said.

Graver sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States."

Zoe stared at them, "How do you know all that?"

"Annabeth," Y/N said, "She liked architecture."

"She was nuts about monuments," Thalia said.

"Spouted facts all the time." Grover sniffled. "So annoying."

The others nodded. Zoe was still looking at them strangely. It seemed like cruel fate that they'd come to Hoover Dam, one of Annabeth's personal favorites, and she wasn't here to see it.

"We should go up there," Percy said. "For her sake. Just to say we've been."

"You are mad," Zoe decided. "But that's where the road is." She pointed to a huge parking garage next to the top of the dam. "And so, sightseeing it is."

next: chapter thirteen >

book three: the titan’s curse

percy jackson x reader series

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Pet Names, Double Dates and Other Fiascos

READ PLATONICALLY

Request: SECOND ARO FIC OH MY GOD !!!! maybe them getting a lil dirty and ben really does a number on reader, so he takes her to mcdonalds or sumn and the waiter says something along the lines of “you’re such a cute couple!” and reader gets really uncomfortable with it maybe??? and ben being taking her home and cuddling her PLATONICALLY and he’s like “it’s ok we don’t need to let anyone else’s opinions affect us”

Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy

Summary: It's (nearly) all fun and games until someone assumes your relationship is romantic.

Warnings: Smut, kitchen sex, floor sex, oral sex (f receiving), a mild hint at choking, vaguely dom!Ben but not intentionally lmao, discussions of aromanticism and queerplatonic relationships, not as dialogue heavy as the first part though.

Words: 7, 264

A/N: Happy Arospec Awareness Week!! Big thanks to the anon who sent in that request when I asked for ideas for future chapters. I put a little bit of a twist on your idea but it’s fundamentally the same. Also the last scene is one that I’ve been thinking about for literal months now and I finally managed to fit it into a fic!

As always, if you’re curious about anything to do with aromanticism I am very happy to talk about it and answer questions!

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The day had started off well. You woke with Ben tucked up under your arm, his legs curled up towards his chest since you’d stole the covers as you’d slept. Your face was pressed against the back of his neck and you felt him shift as you sighed sleepily and tried to keep from waking. Squeezing your eyes shut and pretending you hadn’t stirred must have worked because the next thing you knew was waking up to an empty bed and tinkly tapping sounds from somewhere else in the apartment. Groggily you shuffled out from the inviting comfort of the mattress, stretched, and pulled down the hem of the shirt you’d slept in to better cover your otherwise bare thighs before following the noises. You found Ben, still in his pyjamas (well, his boxer briefs) in the kitchen, dropping a couple of toasted waffles onto a plate, humming to himself.

“That for me?” you asked, stifling a yawn. “It can be,” he said, passing the plate to you with a quick kiss on your cheek, “There’s some cut up fruit and the maple syrup out on the coffee table and there’s coffee brewing over there,” “Thanks Benny,” “You’re welcome, Puddin’,” “Puddin’?” “I thought it was cute,” “Very cute.” You laughed as you reached for your coffee, unable to help but smile as you left the room. The first few months of your partnership had taken some adjusting and one thing Ben had decided he would do to make you both feel more at home with the dynamic was to come up with some non-romantic based terms of endearment for you. You’d vetoed things like baby and honey straight away, all of them a little too heavily skewed towards romance, or just reminders of past relationships you’d tried to force yourself into, for you to enjoy them. But, as Ben had said, he liked a good pet name, and he’d seemingly been determined to prove as much, constantly coming up with new things to call you. You, never really one for pet names anyway, mostly stuck with Benny or Benjamin if the situation called for something longer but you had a few other go-tos – things like Pet and Blondie as signs of affection, or Handsome and Tiger when you wanted to make him blush.

A few minutes later Ben joined you on the couch, placing his coffee down beside yours, almost spilling it as he watched the news story that was playing. “Remember we’ve got that double date with Jill and Martin this afternoon,” you said, the memory only just coming to you yourself. “Yeah, what time was that?” “Hang on, I’ll check the chat.” You scrolled through the messages on your phone with one hand while you ate with the other, “uhhh right, yeah, meeting at the bowling alley at 1.30.” “Bowling? Good, better than another shitty movie,” You laughed, “hey the last one they picked wasn’t too bad.” “Yeah I know, just not in the mood for it since I’ve been on set all week. I know if I went to the cinema now I’d just get distracted thinking about all the behind the scenes stuff which isn’t ideal for becoming invested in the story. Plus they’re always choosing romcoms, doesn’t that get annoying for you?” “Not really,” you shrugged, “I mean, do I sometimes wish they’d branch out? Sure. But I enjoy romance in fiction I just don’t need it in my real life. Don’t get me wrong though, very happy to do something different this time.” “How long d’you think we’ll be out?” You shrugged, “A few hours maybe?” “We should pop to the shop on the way back then. You need milk and we could get something nice for dinner.” “Sounds good. Does that mean you’re staying over again tonight?” “I was planning to, yeah. Barely saw you last week so I was hoping to spend all weekend with you to make up for it.” “Bet you regret agreeing to go out with them now,” “Kinda. S’pose it’s too late to cancel though,” “Nah you still could but you know they’ll get stroppy about it and we’ll have to go out with them next week. They don’t have any other couple friends since Neil and Percy split and Bianca took her fella overseas.” “Yeah, wasn’t seriously suggesting it.” “What would the plan have been if we did cancel?” Ben chewed a mouthful of fruit thoughtfully, “you, me, your bed. No need to be too quiet since Sophie’s still out,” he glanced at your roommate’s bedroom door, his eyes swinging back to you as he continued, “Or y’know, we could do a puzzle and listen to music all day, have a cat nap after lunch, whatever.” “You’re cute when you’re being all lazy,” “There would be nothing lazy about it thank you very much,” “Cat naps aren’t lazy?” “You know that’s not the part I was talking about,” “It wasn’t? Then what won’t be lazy,” you tried to hold back a giggle in the middle of your faux confusion but broke when Ben blew a raspberry at you in response.

Nothing more was said about cancelling as you finished your breakfast, though truthfully you probably wouldn’t have minded if Ben had cried off sick and rescheduled the double date. But you both decided that Sunday would be a day for just the two of you to make up for having to spend Saturday afternoon with others. Instead, you spoke of the week just passed and commented on the news still playing on the TV. When you were finished (Ben using the last corner of one of his waffles to swipe the remnant syrup from his plate) you stood and stacked the sticky dishes in your arms. Ben collected the coffee cups and a few other assorted dishes from the previous night, leading the way towards the kitchen and the dishwasher. He loaded his small collection onto the shelves before turning to grab the top plate from the pile you held. A noise of disgust rose from his throat as you held the plate out and he miscalculated the trajectory, his palm landing in a puddle of syrup and fruit juice. You were torn between laughing at his expression and taking the opportunity to toy with him a little but, always ready to tease him, your desire to see him blush won out. Trying not to smile too much, you reached forward and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his palm closer so you could lick the sweet syrup from his skin. Predictably his cheeks turned pink and he pulled his lip between his teeth as you let him go with a laugh. “Bet you’re really wishing we didn’t have to go out now, huh Tiger?” Ben didn’t respond but he did react, his eyes locked on you as he swiped his fingers along the same plate and held them out in offering. Not quite sure where things were heading but very keen on finding out, you leaned forward and let your lips part slightly. He took the action for what it was, an invitation, and trailed his fingertips across your lower lip before slipping them between the two. He watched closely as you sucked his fingers deeper, using your tongue to lick up the sweet residue. There was still an element of novelty with this aspect of your partnership. Still part of you that was intensely aware that it was Ben’s fingers in your mouth. There wasn’t any hesitation though, hadn’t been since that first time when you’d both had to psych yourselves up to actually look at each other naked. But there was a part of your brain that was almost surprised when you found yourselves at the edge of a sexual situation. You suspected he was similarly discombobulated by how easy it was for you to end up there, how frequently playful teasing and friendly jokes turned into hands grasping at bed sheets and breathless moans against sweat-slick skin. He pulled his fingers free from your lips, unwilling or perhaps unable to shift his gaze away from the thin string of saliva that connected them like some kind of erotic spider web that you were both already caught in. You waited to see what he’d do next, feeling your heart race in the pregnant pause so full of potential. And then he moved. You laughed as he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you at the same moment he stepped towards the bench, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He kissed you too, hungrily, as if it were impossible to resist. You’d looked down at him and suddenly been pulled towards each other, lips meeting with all the force and attraction of a magnetic field. Usually, he would have had a hand against the back of your head or your jaw but carrying you meant both his hands were already occupied so instead you substituted your own, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck to keep him from pulling away too far. As soon as you were safely positioned on the edge of the bench though his hands were free to fall elsewhere. One pressed against the small of your back as the other squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to keep your legs spread. Not that you could have closed them with Ben standing between them and not that the thought had even crossed your mind.

If you’d had all day Ben probably would have taken his time with you. Despite what he’d said earlier, you’d discovered Ben had a soft spot for slow and sensual intimacy. Making out that gradually built to passionate kiss-filled sex, foreplay that included soft caresses and whispered praise, anything that let him explore your body in intricate detail with his hands and lips. You’d been with guys like that before and had hated their insistence on linking hands and kissing you slowly. Those relationships never lasted long but with Ben it felt different, it felt good. Maybe it was because he knew you weren’t on board with overtly romantic acts and respected those boundaries you’d talked about so you never felt as if he were pushing you into a roll you didn’t enjoy. Or maybe he was just a better lover than they had been. Either way, it came to same result. You still preferred something less gentle and more energetic, though you felt you better understood the appeal of being held so close and kissed so tenderly. But with only a few hours before you’d have to start getting ready, Ben was inclined to speed things up a little. His hand quickly slipped up your thigh to press against your pussy, the cotton knickers you’d slept in the only thing keeping him from direct contact. You broke the kiss suddenly, the smacking sound loud in the small room, and dipped your head to press your lips to the notch between his clavicles. In response, Ben lifted his chin, exposing more of his throat to you and you took the chance to playfully nip at the junction where his neck and shoulder met. “Oi, no marks,” he said lwoly as you moved to kiss back up towards his jaw. “Afraid I’ll brand you with my initials?” “If you could legibly write your initials in hickeys I’d put up with whatever teasing the makeup ladies gave me,” “I’ll give it a crack then shall I?” Before you could so much as flick your tongue over his skin, Ben had raised a hand and placed it over your mouth to keep you from testing our your writing abilities, “Don’t think theres enough time, Sugar, but if you really want to I’ll let you try tonight, on my thigh where no one is likely to see it.” “Make it your arse and you’ve got a deal,” you said though it was a little muffled by his palm. “Fine,” he laughed, drawing his hand away, “But then I get to try it on you too,” You nodded, grinning, and then both fell into giggles, leaning against each other’s shoulders. This was what you’d hoped for when Ben had first approached you with the idea of being partners, what you’d been afraid you’d never actually find. Someone who would follow your tangential jokes even if it delayed sex. Someone you could be yourself with. You were distracted from the thought as Ben pressed his lips to your shoulder over the sleeve of your shirt. “Should I continue?” he asked, still smiling though softer, his fingertips lightly dancing over the crease of your thigh. “I’d be offended if you didn’t” “Can’t have that,” he leaned in to catch your lips once again, at the same time resuming stroking you over your panties so that you felt all the air leave your lungs in a rush. It felt good but you need more and so shifted your hips, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers. To get more leverage and better brace yourself as your centre of gravity changed, you dropped a hand behind you. Intuitively, Ben shifted the hand on your back higher and closer to your side to help keep you steady, the other still drawing lines along your clothed slit. You gasped as his thumb took up residence against your clit, rubbing it firmly so a visible damp patch began to form on your panties.

Ben grinned at you as your breath came harder and dragged his thumb back down away from your clit towards the leg of your underwear. Still watching your reactions, he twisted his fingers up under the material, gently tracing them along the same path they’d just followed only now he could feel your wetness directly. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, leaning close to your ear, as he circled your entrance with a fingertip before pressing it into you, “of how I’d like to fuck you right now. It might take a little flexibility on your part though. I mean, nothing too much, just getting your legs up on my shoulders.” Curious, and more than a little distracted by the addition of a second finger inside you, you nodded, “Sounds fun.” “Knew you’d say that. Just tell me if it’s too uncomfortable,” “Will do.” You leaned forward as Ben moved back a little, taking his fingers with him, giving you enough room to drop your hand to his crotch and grasp his stiff length through his undies, “Just get on with it.” “Puddin’ was too nice a nickname for you. Sugar too.” he gasped as you dragged your palm along his length and back again. “What’s the matter, Tiger?” “Maybe I should call you Tiger, if you’re going to keep grabbing my cock like that,” You laughed and let him go, leaning back on your palm again, “Tigress? Whatever, doesn’t matter. Are you going to fuck me or not?” “No I just wanted to get my dick hard for no reason,” he said sarcastically, poking his tongue out at you as he pushed his underwear down. “You’re such a –” you broke off with a sharp gasp as Ben tugged your underwear aside and pressed into you without warning, “dork.” Ben chucked and leaned in to kiss you quickly before readjusting your position a little by pulling you closer to him so your arse was right against the edge of the bench. Slowly he rolled his hips against you, pulling back and thrusting forward again, finding a rhythm that worked. You leaned back on both palms as Ben grabbed you by the waist, the other resting on your knee to keep it pressed against his side. “This feel alright?” he asked as he gave another thrust, hitting a spot deep inside you. “Mmhmm,” you nodded, able to feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke of his cock. “What about this?” Ben shifted first one of your legs and then the other to his shoulders, encouraging you to bend them at the knee. His hands moved to your sides, fingertips digging into your back as he pressed you even closer. The effect was that you felt as if you were almost folded in half but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. There was an almost weightless feeling to it and any slight awkwardness you felt with your chest meeting your thighs was a small price to pay for just how good Ben felt once again moving inside you. You tightened your fingers against the benchtop, wishing there was something you could grab onto as your whole body rocked with each of his thrusts, the position allowing him to penetrate you deeply, continuously brushing against a number of spots that sent electric spikes of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” was about all you could think to say. “That a good fuck?” Ben questioned, voice gruff with his exertions. “Yeah, yes, fuck, so good,” “So you like when I do this?” You let out a soft moan as he roughly fucked into you again, timing it just right. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he half laughed, turning his head to kiss your leg before leaning forward to catch your lips again. After that there wasn’t much room for talking. Ben, having assured himself that you were happy, speeded up his rhythm, clutching you tightly to keep your legs from slipping off his shoulders. His breathing became rougher, matching your own, as he drove into you, though he still kissed you as much as he could, panting against your lips, swallowing your moans and pushing whatever air he had into your lungs.

You could feel your orgasm bubbling up, like a pot of water on the verge of boiling, but knew Ben would reach his first, recognising his expression as the one he wore when he was trying to hold back from the edge. “Fu-ck you’re s-so tight,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against yours, “gonna have to pull out soon,” You could feel him pulling away and tightened your calves on either side of his neck in an effort to stop him, needing just a little more to reach your own release. “Not helping,” he groaned, suddenly unable to hold off any longer, “Shit. Y/N.” You whined as he stilled to shoot his release over your walls. “Jesus,” he said a little breathlessly, as he pulled out, your underwear slipping back over you, and rubbed his neck absentmindedly, “Didn’t expect that to finish me off. Did you…?” You shook your head, letting your leg slip to be caught in the crook of Ben’s arm. “Well let’s fix that, shall we,” he said, already letting you go to bend forward, his face right between your thighs. You felt a puff of his hot breath against you as he hooked his index finger into the crotch of your knickers, pulling it aside, and then his tongue was on you, lapping up your arousal and coming to rest against your clit. He set up camp there, focusing all his attention on the small nub. You let yourself drop back so you were holding yourself up on one elbow, your other hand on the back of Ben’s head, tugging on his hair as he drew a series of moans from you. With a particularly firm suck, you felt your cunt pulse and something warm and wet ran from you, dripping over the edge of the bench onto the cupboard door. You had an idea what it was so it surprised you when Ben released your clit to lick between your lips, catching it with his tongue and spreading it along your slit. “We taste good together,” he mumbled, going in to trace the same path over again, greedily licking up the mixture. You swore under your breath, feeling yourself right on the edge of your orgasm, unspeakably turned on by Ben lapping up the load he’d just left in you. Sensing how close you were he dragged his tongue over your clit again, quickly sliding two fingers into you to help you along. You whined his name as he pushed you over the edge, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he again sucked at your clit, not stopping until he was sure it had worked. “Thank you,” you said as he straightened up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re such a dork,” he laughed as he kissed you again, tracing his tongue over yours. The man clearly wanted you lightheaded from lack of air. “Shut up,” you pushed yourself to sit up straight again, expecting Ben to step away and let you hop down from the bench. He didn’t though, instead absentmindedly toying with the leg of your underwear as his gaze fell to your lips. “Seriously?” Ben shrugged, “Eating you out made me hard again. And,” he quickly ran his fingers along the edge of the bench, collecting some of the mess you’d left there, “I think it’s only fair you should taste us too,” If he’s said it less earnestly you might have batted his hand away and laughed off the suggestion but something about his tone made you grab his wrist to pull his fingers towards your mouth. He hadn’t been wrong, the mix of you both did taste pretty good, though you’d already got a hint of it as he’d kissed you. “Good girl,” he breathed out, eyes heavy with lust, “think you’re up for more?” “Can we move elsewhere? The edge of the counter is digging into me.” “Okay,” Ben began tugging your underwear down and kicked off his own before pulling your shirt over your head, making you laugh. He Helped you stand and then immediately pushed you to the floor. For a moment you thought he was suggesting you give him a blowjob and were about to question him but half a second later he was following you down, laying down and pulling you on top. “I meant like the bed or the couch at least,” you said somewhere between incredulity and amusement. “Too far,” he grunted, bucking his hips to encourage you to mount him properly, “need you now.” You rolled your eyes as you sank down onto his dick, “Do I actually get to cum this time or…?” “Only if you move,” Ben growled as he grasped your hips and pulled you down onto him, making you cry out at the unexpectedly sudden sensation of being filled. He let you ride him for a bit, alternating between squeezing your thigh as he rubbed his thumb over your clit and cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples as he encouraged you to fuck yourself on his cock faster. You kept to the same steady pace though, intending to drag it out a little, make him wait. But it wasn’t long before he got fed up with the deliberately slow pace you’d cultivated. Without warning you found yourself on your back, Ben grasping your thighs as he kneeled over you, pulling your hips up a little so he could fuck you the way he wanted. Your voice shook as you moaned and writhed in his shadow, your own fingers dancing over your clit to keep building your orgasm. “Isn’t that better?” he said roughly, laughing a little as you nodded your agreement, “Making me wish I had cancelled our plans. Could stay in your pussy all day.” You whimpered and rubbed your clit harder. “C’mon Pumpkin, so close aren’t ya,” You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning when you finally tipped over the edge. But that didn’t stop Ben. He waited until your orgasm had subsided and then pushed your legs wide and up into the air so he could lay directly on top of you as he continued to pound you. Your voice shook as a moan was pulled from your throat and you squirmed beneath him, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. There was something about his weight pressing down on you, his breath against your ear. Something about how close he seemed, almost panting as his hips stuttered in and out of the rhythm he was desperately trying to hold on to. He mouthed at your neck as you tilted your head to accommodate him, reaching a hand down to squeeze his arse cheek. You were sore from every other way he’d fucked you, tired from the two orgasms he’d already wrung from you, and yet the thought of stopping him, of ending the incredible pleasure you felt at his hands, was the furthest thing from your mind. A scream caught in your throat as he seemed to press you even harder into the floor, your legs shaking in the air as he grit his teeth and grunted with each harsh drive into you. And then he came, gasping against your throat as he felt you cum too, finally releasing the scream you’d been holding onto until the noise turned to breaths so ragged they felt like sobs.

Ben kissed your throat and then your jaw as he came back to earth, still laying on you. “How was that?” he asked softly when you’d remained quiet for a while. You drew in a deep breath, “Pum-Pumpkin?” “What?” “You called me fucking Pumpkin of all things, while trying to get me off?” “So?” “Jesus Ben,” you half-heartedly swatted at his side, “you’re lucky I was so close that it didn’t matter otherwise I might have laughed and completely lost the orgasm.” Ben joined in your laughter, the sensation of his shaking body on top of yours slightly odd but mostly quite comforting. Until he shifted his hips without thinking and made you wince. “Sorry,” he said, pressing his lips to yours again as if to kiss away the discomfort before he gingerly pulled out of you and sat back on his knees, “But you did cum that time, right?” “I think you know I did,” you sighed, already able to see what was coming, as you let your legs drop to the floor. “So wait, how many times exactly?” You sighed and shook your head slightly. “Because if my maths is right, I think we got you to three times. Once on the bench and twice on the floor. One plus two is three, yes?” “Yes that’s how basic addition works Ben,” “And who was it again that got you to three orgasms? Was it,” he pointed a finger as his one chest, “Moi?” “Alright asshole, you’re very impressive and a somewhat decent shag,” “I think you could be a little more grateful considering that performance. Might have been my best ever moves,” You pushed Ben in the middle of the chest, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes but, truthfully you were inclined to agree that it had been his best performance yet, at least in your experience. “Here let me help you,” he chuckled as you tried to stand, almost falling over as your legs shook. Quickly, Ben pushed himself to his feet and then offered you a hand up too, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Thanks,” “I hope I haven’t made it too hard for you to walk. Wouldn’t want to throw off your bowling cos you were fucked so right.” “Jesus Christ,” you couldn’t help but laugh.

The rest of the time you had before you had to leave was spent tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the evidence of the mornings activities in case your roommate got home before you, washing up and getting ready to go. Which is really when things started to go downhill. If you’d realised you might have told yourself to stay home, come up with a quick excuse to get out of it and just played video games with Ben for the rest of the day or something. But there was no way to know what was coming so you didn’t. You talked happily as you got into Ben’s car (which was already parked on the street), excited to see your friends and looking forward to the afternoon.

The double date itself was quite fun, although draining. There was always an element of playing pretend at these sorts of occasions. Not that you minded so much. It was either play up the romance of your relationship or have to explain what you were to everyone and a few hours of pretending Ben was your boyfriend was honestly much simpler. At least bowling was better than the cinema. The first time you’d gone on a double date to a movie you’d sat down beside Ben, the popcorn you were sharing balanced on the arm rest between you. Martin and Jill had raised their armrest and were virtually sitting on top of each other, hands entwined. Which would have been fine except Martin had leaned over and said, “you know these things move” and looked expectantly at you. Ben and you had shared a glance and then tried to say you were both fine with the space but they’d given you matching looks that said they thought you were being weird or prudish or judging their willingness to cuddle in public. So you’d relented and shifted the armrest so you could spend the next two hours sitting with Ben’s arm around your shoulders, both of you more tense about the situation than you ever would have been if you’d just been allowed to sit in your seats like normal. Things had improved a bit since then. Ben had told you that one night when you’d gone out to a bar together, Martin had pulled him aside as asked why he never kissed you properly. Ben had shrugged and said he didn’t like PDAs, that he didn’t want photos to spread or anything like that, especially since it was still so new, and Martin had accepted it. They began to see that your ways of being affectionate were quieter, stealing sips from each other’s drinks, a warm hand against a knee, dumb nicknames that made you both laugh. Even if Jill did sometimes still try to convince you that there was nothing wrong with snogging in the middle of a busy street. Nonetheless you never felt fully able to relax when it was just the four of you. Always conscious of how they saw you, always worried that they’d decide you weren’t being affectionate enough and would tell everyone else you were going through a rough patch which would lead to more scrutiny. While at the same time worrying that one of them would start asking how serious it was between you and Ben, were you thinking about the future? Could you see yourselves moving in together? Was he the one? And it took a lot of energy to constantly be alert about what you were saying, always careful to not accidentally give away the secret truth of the situation. Bowling was fun though and less pressure than other double dates you’d been on. You could get away with not holding hands or sitting on Ben’s lap since everyone was standing up frequently and it didn’t make sense to be on top of one another. You could share small pecks on the lips or else tight hugs to celebrate strikes. And Ben made sure to tease you for missed pins, just like he always had, with a few added silly nicknames. He called you his sweet little hotdog after a particularly bad gutter shot which had made you laugh so hard you choked on your drink, and made Jill give him a disapproving glance. He’d smoothed it over by letting her overhear him saying he loved you, whispering the platonically just for you.

By the time Jill had been declared the winner of the game, you were ready to head home and spend a night forwarding Ben weird videos and dumb memes. Ready to be allowed to just exist without needing to be romantically linked to anyone. But it wasn’t quite to be. Martin made the suggestion that all of you should head to McDonalds for dinner and before you knew it you were standing in line, waiting for the kid at the cash register to serve you. You leaned your head on Ben’s shoulder as you stared at the menu, and vaguely wondered how someone working in a fast food joint could be so bright and bubbly. Right up until Ben nudged you and asked what you wanted. “Um, can I get a quarter pounder and a frozen coke, thanks.” “And?” Ben supplied. “And what?” “Y/N I know you want dessert, get dessert.” “And an Oreo McFlurry,” you smiled and bumped Ben’s shoulder with yours as he laughed and finished paying. “You guy’s make a cute couple,” the girl who’d served you said, eyes following the path of Ben’s gaze to you, still smiling. She seemed to realise what she’d said, her ears turning red, but Ben thanked her and added, “I think I have to agree,” as he squeezed your hip, before moving away so Jill and Martin could order. You’d smiled at her too but it wasn’t quite genuine.

It wasn’t that you weren’t used to it, people assuming you and Ben were in fact a couple. You were. One or two weeks after you’d first agreed to try out being queerplatonic partners, most of your friends had put two and two together and worked out that something was going on between you. Of course they didn’t know you were aromantic and they probably didn’t have any idea what a QPR was so they’d really added two and two and got five but you weren’t about to correct them. As you’d said to Ben, it was too much too soon to do that. Maybe if the QPR thing worked out long term, maybe then you could tell them. And besides, they weren’t exactly wrong anyway. They’d originally assumed you and Ben were just hooking up after Martin had dropped in to pick up something he’d left at Ben’s and had seen you spread out on Ben’s couch with sex hair and a rather large hickey on your neck and Ben’s sweater hanging off your shoulder. He’d asked Ben who’d just shrugged in response and said it wasn’t a big deal. You estimated it took about a minute and a half to reach everyone else. The next time you’d gone out as a group you’d felt them all watching you and Ben closely, trying to determine if Martin with bullshitting them all or not. They’d all decided it was just sex though. Until you were clearly still together a month later and they decided it had to be serious since Ben had never successfully fucked a girl for that long without catching feelings. That was when they started referring to you as boyfriend and girlfriend. That was also when the comments about how cute you were or how they’d always known you’d get together had first started. The first few times you’d heard it, it felt weird but you figured that was just because it was you and Ben and you were still working out how to be partners without the romance. You’d been in relationships before though and didn’t have any major objections to anything they said so you found it fairly easy to deal with and mostly you didn’t notice it anymore.

Except now it was bothering you. Something about the girl’s comment had rubbed you the wrong way. Which made you feel bad because she was just a kid with a shitty minimum wage job who didn’t know you from Adam. She had no idea. She was just trying to say something nice to a couple of strangers. You supposed your dislike of the comment probably had something to do with spending all afternoon putting on the romantic act for the benefit of your friends. Maybe even something about the sex from earlier. Probably just exhaustion from everything, a shorter fuse. It could even just be PMS though you’d have to check how far off your next period was to be sure. Whatever the reason it felt…not wrong exactly just off. You stayed quiet during most of the meal, aware you weren’t being great company and aware that Ben had realised something was wrong since he kept glancing at you when the other two weren’t looking. “Y/N,” Jill’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Still with us?” “Yeah,” you said, pulling a smile onto your face, “sorry, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” That statement was met by high pitched oohing noises and Martin jokily reprimanding Ben for keeping you up. You forced yourself to laugh with them, “Not like that you pervs. Ben was filming a night scene yesterday so didn’t actually get to mine until what,” you looked to Ben for confirmation, “One-thirty was it?” “Something like that. I don’t know I fell asleep almost as soon as I put my head down.” “Me, not so much,” you shrugged, “It’s all just catching up with me now.” They accepted that excuse without question and didn’t aim too many more comments in your direction, letting you finish your food without having to keep your mind on their conversation. And pretty soon you were hugging them goodbye and promising you’d organise the next date as Martin told Ben to get you home to bed before you fell asleep in your ice cream.

Ben waited until you were safely back inside your apartment before he asked if you were okay. “We were meant to get milk,” you sighed, trying to push away the annoyingly persistent discomfort. “I’ll go out later and get some. Or we can get Sophie to bring some back when she comes home. Are you okay though?” Unsure if this was a situation where you’d want space, Ben hovered at a respectful distance until you stepped in close and leaned your head against his chest. As soon as he knew you wanted him there he wrapped his arms tightly around you, “What’s wrong?” “Not sure. Think it all just got a bit much.” “How do you mean?” You shrugged as much as his embrace would allow and talked against his chest as you tried your best to explain how flat you felt, “I think the girl who served us was just like the straw that broke the camel’s back, y’know.” “Did me agreeing with her make things worse?” You shook your head, “Don’t think so. I knew you meant it in a different way to her. Besides, the other two were in earshot so there wasn’t much else you could say.” “You know that what everyone else thinks of us doesn’t change anything about what we have, right, or what we mean to each other. It doesn’t change who you are.” You didn’t mean to say it but the words had escaped before you could stop them, “Wouldn’t it be easier if it did though.” “But then you wouldn’t be you and I love you, platonically.” You smiled and nodded as you stepped back a little, though Ben’s arms wouldn’t let you go too far, “I know, thank you. And I’m fine, just having a bit of an off afternoon.” “Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do to help?” “No, you’ve been perfect.” You leaned up to give him a quick kiss, “And I know I’m being stupid about it. I knew what I was signing up for when I decided not to come out to them. Besides, being back home with you has definitely made me feel better already.” “Do you want a cuppa or anything?” “Nah, think I might just go lie down and read for bit. Decompress a little, y’know.” “Okay. Give me a shout if you want anything, yeah,” he pressed a kiss to your temple and give you an extra squeeze before he let you go.

Slowly you headed to your bedroom, kneeling down at your bookshelf and running your fingers along the spines until you found the one you wanted. That particular book had seen better days. It’s spine was cracked, the image on the cover peeling away from the cardboard underneath. More than one page had begun to fray around the edges like an ancient treasure map in a cartoon, with little triangles missing and the corners permanently creased where they’d been dog eared a hundred times. But as you settled into the bed, Ben’s pillow still smelling faintly of his hair pomade, you began to feel more yourself. Ben was right. What other people thought of your relationship didn’t matter. He was still your Ben, the same Ben who’s hoodie had been living in your cupboard for years now because he spent so much time at yours anyway it just made sense to keep a spare there. The same Ben who’d bought you your favourite pair of sunglasses when you’d left your old ones at home by accident. The same Ben who’d gradually been reading his way through your entire bookshelf rather than buying his own paperbacks. You had too much history there and too much love for each other for anyone else’s opinions to matter. And your partnership was good. It made you happy so it had to be good.

The time passed quickly as you read so when you looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw that a couple of hours had passed, you were a little taken aback. Ben poked his head round the corner and then stepped through the doorway when he saw you looked better. “Nice to see you smiling again,” he said softly as he crawled up beside you. Without thinking you lifted your arm so he could snuggle against you, his head on your chest. “What’re you reading?” “First Test by Tamora Pierce. First book in her Protector of the Small series.” “What’s it about?” “A girl training to become a knight. Gran bought it for me as a kid while we were on a holiday at the seaside.” Ben glanced at the worn pages, “Do you reread it a lot?” “Yeah a bit. The main character, Kel, is like the only aromantic character I know of so she’s kinda important to me.” “The main character’s aro?” “I mean, not explicitly. It was published in ’99 and the terminology to describe aro experiences didn’t really start being used until like the late 2000s and even then only in certain communities online. But Tamora Pierce did answer some questions on her website and said that as she was writing the series Kel became less and less interested in romance and sex so even though she didn’t have the words for it back then, she would consider Kel aro and probably ace too. And I mean, rereading them I definitely feel an aro sort of reaction to a lot of the romance stuff, even when Kel does start kissing boys and all that.” Ben leaned back to better see your face, “Will you read to me?” You leaned down to kiss him, unhurriedly, softly, letting your lips linger on his. “Is that a yes?” “That was a sorry I’ve been weird this evening kiss actually.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said simply, snuggling back down, his head once again resting on your chest and his arm thrown over your waist. You adjusted your grip on the book and began to read from where you’d left off, one hand running absentmindedly through his hair, both of you sighing softly as you relaxed into each other.

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #idk i hope its okay #also if you have any more idea for potential future chapters about these two send them my way #i like having an aro character to come back to every now and again lmao

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 3 years

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actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

#not shifting #shitpost #out of context #tw cannibalism #tw stealing #tw poison #tw swearing #tw: drugs #tw: smoking #tw: death

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aknosde · 3 years

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sorry for asking for your writing for the third time in like two days straight but plz plz PLZ give me more nico and percy (and thalia too if you want) platonic fluff i just really need it

Okay yes, greek kids of the big three coming right up (I'm programmed for angst but i tried to limit it)(other thing that’s funny is that im working on hcs for Percy, Reyna, Hazel, and Frank right now too)

They all pretty much call each other their cousins, but Thalia really likes to call Percy and Nico “cuz” independently because she thinks it’s the most annoying thing in the world and she likes to say it ironically. (The irony has been lost. It’s been lost for a really really long time)

Thalia: Hey cuz!

Percy: Hi Thals.

Thalia: See, “cuz.” It’s so stupid it’s funny.

Percy: *weak laugh* yeah... funny

They were all sent reeling after Bianca’s death. Nico of course ran off and became emo. But Thalia shoved herself into the hunters, barely giving a thought to Nico and Percy because it was too painful. She essentially cut communication between her and Percy for 3-6 months, and only started talking to him again after Mt. St. Helens. Percy shut himself up with guilt and spent all of his time looking for Nico so he could ‘repay his debt’ It wasn’t really a good time for anyone.

What Thalia is not saying: sorry for making you take the prophecy

What Percy is not saying: I feel like I killed Bianca

Nico likes to call Mrs. O’Leary his dog even though she is very clearly Percy’s. They argue about it all the time, but it’s all in good fun.

Nico: See, I’m her favorite. She can sense the darkness

Percy: You have all the darkness of a rainbow. Watch this. Mrs. O’Leary!

*Mrs. O’Leary comes bounding over to Percy where she immediately flops onto her stomach and waits for Percy to pet her belly*

In fact, Thalia is the only one of them who doesn’t like Mrs. O’Leary. Something Percy and Nico take great advantage of. They like to shadow travel Mrs. O’Leary directly into the center of the Hunters’ camps when Thalia is close by and scare her. She accidentally stabbed herself once because of it.

Thalia: So I went over to pick up my shield, because I love my shield you see, and then they appeared like ‘blarghhh’

Thalia would never admit it, but she’s scared shitless of Percy when he gets really mad. She often thinks about that time he lifted the whole creek of water and ice above her head, and thinks it’s really cool, but she’s also terrified of ever having to fight him in any real capacity.

Percy: Hey look, I learned how to make daggers out of ice

Thalia: ah, cool

Thalia internally: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

None of them like fast-food from the same place. And Percy’s the only one who can drive. He’s too nice to make them all go to his pick though, even if they argue a lot.

Thalia and Nico: McDonalds! McDonalds! McDonalds!

Percy *pulling up to the drive through*: one black coffee

Jokes on them because coffee makes Percy super tired so he basically traps them. No but seriously, Nico likes McDonalds, Percy likes Wendy’s, and Thalia likes Burger King. Percy drives around to all of their respective locations while Thalia blasts music and Nico hangs in the middle seat poking at them. They sit on the roof of some building and eat together.

Together they form some version of a holy trinity. Thalia = lesbian, Nico = gay, Percy = bi. You are never safe.

Percy and Nico, from the capture the flag jail: Let’s go lesbians! Let’s go lesbians!

Thalia: *sprinting across the boundary*

Actually they have a lot of overlap, kind of like a Venn diagram. Powers, music they like, it’s kinda funny.

Random camper: So which one of you can control the earth?

Percy and Nico: *both raise their hands slowly*

Random camper: And which one of you can change the temperature?

Nico and Thalia: *slowly raise their hands*

Random camper: Great, and which one of you can sense and control the weather?

Percy and Thalia: *both raise their hands*

They are not allowed to spar together. Percy and Thalia especially. Emotions run high. Both Percy and Thalia can spar with Nico, but they can’t go all three of them either. The last time all three of them trained together a hill split down the middle, flowers from a certain patch now only grow black, and a big streak of plants were burned.

Percy, drawing water from an underground spring and turning the very soil under Thalia’s feet to quicksand and forming a giant puddle: Sorry, I can’t hear you from up here!

Nico, shadow traveling Percy into the same trap: What was that you said about being ‘up here’?

Thalia, conjuring a bolt of electricity, shocking them all: hmm?

Percy is the tallest out of the three of them, and rather than fight it like Thalia did at the beginning, they accept it and make him being the tallest as inconvenient as possible for him. They make sure things are on the highest shelf so he has to get them down. They climb on him like a jungle gym.

Nico, sitting on Percy’s shoulders: Could you pass me a juice box?

Thalia, latched onto Percy’s back: Sure.

The counselor Percy is having a very important conversation with: uhh

Percy, ignoring them: So what I’m saying is that I can’t bend on having the glass replaced with an extra durable substitute.

#i had more of these in me than i thought i did #fátima tag #thank you for the ask tho <3 #also i love writing for you so np #riordanverse #percy jackson #nico di angelo #thalia grace #long post #max.txt #pjo.hcs

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happyk44 · 7 months

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You know, I don't think we really talk about how brave Grover is because in canon he's very characterized as nervous and scared most of the time, but. I mean to be a Keeper/Protector in and of itself is a brave concept. You are risking death by monster to go and find demigod children who don't know how to fight or use their potential powers and bring them back to camp all by yourself, sometimes more than one. You have to constantly be in disguise which impacts your capacity to move or fight back. A lot of your kind have likely died protecting these kids. And the godly parents of these kids aren't compensating you or thanking you for bringing their kid back safely, but they likely get peeved if you don't.

And then to be a Searcher. Again you are alone against monsters and gods and other magical entities that might eat you or fight you. Again a lot of you have died trying to find Pan. A lot of them were your family members - your father, brother, uncle, etc. There are many monsters, many creatures out there that deceive you about his presence.

Grover has found all known children of the Big Three. He helped Luke, Annabeth and Thalia make it to camp and dealing with monsters the whole time because Luke kept seeking out fights. Despite this and despite seeing Thalia "die" in front of him, he still went back out! He spent a year in full disguise at a boarding school, went on his first quest, helps in the fight against Medusa, and so on. Even goes inside the Underworld with the other two, even though he hates the underground.

Despite all of that shit, he still goes out to find Pan after he gets his license and manages to bullshit his way into staying alive the whole time and help bring back the Golden Fleece.

Then he goes out again! Like right after he got back because he was at Bianca and Nico's school for a while posing as a student again and TTC happened in December. Goes on the quest to rescue Artemis and Annabeth.

After he goes back on the search for Pan. Six months later he goes into the Labyrinth (which is underground and he hate the underground). He lets Tyson come with him to find Pan, even though he's terrified of a Cyclopes and Tyson has the mentality of a young child.

He fights in the big battle afterwards, and then informs the other satyrs that Pan is gone - a decision that he knew could've had him exiled. Which they tried to do! And still he decides to go out and spread the word, despite the fact that other satyrs would likely be as dismissive of the news as the Council at CHB.

He confronts Morpheus while trying to rally other nature spirits. He helps battle! He's there in the bubble that Kronos makes with Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia, which means he was literally right next to a scary evil Titan that wanted to destroy everything!

He is so so brave!!

And if you correct Rick's math, then you get that he's around 14 (slightly younger, calcs put him at 13.7) at the end of the TLO, so he's the "youngest" on the team directly fighting Kronos, and when he becomes Lord of the Wild. Between TLT and TBoTL he's 12 and 13 by mortal standards. Yes, he's "technically" 16 right now but he was 28 in TLT which was supposed to have him pass as a 12 year old (since Percy was 12, turning 13) and so the math is not exactly half despite Rick saying so.

I guess we could argue that he was 14 in TLT and was just small enough to pass as a middle schooler, esp since Percy says he thinks Grover was held back because of his wispy goatee (which I always took to be a foreshadowing of Grover's goatman status, and not "he's a tiny 14 year old by human standards") and acne (was I the only 12 year old with acne) but I think it would be so funny for Percy, at 16, to a 32 year old bestie and a 13/14 year old bestie at the same time and everytime he says that people give a look and he just giggles to himself about it.

When he's 20 and Grover looks 15 but is actually 36 it's even worse because of how casually touchy he and Grover are and everyone is like "Percy plz stop calling Grover babe in public, you look like a pervert" and he's just offended hand on his chest, how dare you imply his relationship with Grover is inappropriate, they are both adults who love each other, and it's just gritting teeth, we know that Seaweed Brain but other people do not.

But lmao, anyway!! Grover is a brave brave boy! He is Lord of the Wild! He appears to be the head of the Council at camp as well! He takes charge and leads the nature spirits into battle as well. He was part of the planning group with the cabin leaders in HoO.

Despite his fears, he is so so brave! He would jump into front of a bullet for Percy (but Percy would not let him, Percy is so much "I would die for you, but if you even think about getting so much as a papercut to save me, I will be so fucking upset about it). Grover is so wonderful and cool and we need to talk about him more!!

#i hope the show inspires more grover content #i need to go swishing through his tag #happy talks pjo #grover underwood

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thebluesideofmyworld · 3 years

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What Nico Remembered

Summary:

The five things that Nico remembered about Will. And one thing that he would never forget.

Word count: 3400 words || Rating: Teenage and Up Audiences || Read on AO3

Notes:

1. My small contribution for the Nico di Angelo Birthday Event 21, held by @solangeloweek on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy this one :)

2. One of the scenes in this one-shot, the (#5) is inspired by a fanart created by @anxiousstar that you can see here.

(1) This was what Nico remembered: the feeling of skeletal butterflies doing some stupid dancing in his stomach. It felt so foreign, but if Nico had to be honest, it wasn't unpleasant.

As he sat on the cot in the infirmary, he tried telling those butterflies to calm down. Will was sitting on the chair next to the cot, jotting things down on the writing board that he had.

“So what is it that I have to do during this three-day stay, then?” Nico asked, trying to keep his scowl while at the same time, trying not to get distracted by the way Will’s golden curls fell over his head.

“Rest, of course,” Will answered, and lifted his eyes up from the board. "Sleep is, of course, our first priority. A well-balanced diet is next on the list."

Nico raised his eyebrows. “You have a list?” He asked in disbelief, this time managed to hold his eyes at Will’s blue eyes.

(That was another thing that Nico remembered: Will’s blue eyes)

Will’s lips curled up a little into a small smirk. “Of course I do, Death Boy.”

“What’s next on the list, then?”

“Well,” Will tapped his chin with the pen that he was holding, pretending like he was thinking hard about something. “Considering that based on your answers, you were practically an old man-“

“And thus you have to show me more respect that you’re doing now”

Will ignored Nico’s remark and continued. “And those years that lost on you while you were in The Lotus Casino means you have a lot to catch up with some cultural stuff.”

Nico snorted. “What, you mean like fine art and paintings and stuff?”

Will laughed. He leaned forward just a little. “Well, I’m not talking about that kind of art.”

There it was again. Those stupid skeletal butterflies were doing that stupid dance again in his stomach, as Nico stared at the ink of freckles on Will’s face.

“What are you talking about, then?”

“I’m talking about Star Wars.”

Nico scowled. “Isn’t it the movie with the… the light swords and that dude in a black robe?”

Will’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? So you have watched it?”

Nico shrugged his shoulders. “No,” he said. “But I think I’ve heard about it.”

“Well, then,” Will leaned back on his chair. His grin was wide and there was this excitement in his eyes. “It is decided then. The next thing on your to-do list while you’re here is having a Star Wars marathon.”

So the fact that Will loved Star Wars was one thing that Nico remembered. But the thing that he also remembered, was the way some stupid skeletal butterflies danced in his stomach, when Will fell asleep with his head on Nico’s shoulder, in the middle of Attack of The Clones.

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(2) This was what Nico remembered: Nico didn’t ask Will to stay.

It was December. Nico had always dreaded the cold that December brought. And ever since Bianca passed away, December felt like the epitome of misery for Nico.

It was December. Nico lied down on his bed. It’s way past breakfast time, but Nico just didn’t have the energy to get up, let alone go out of his cabin.

When he heard the knocking, he wasn't exactly surprised. He had a pretty good guess on who's knocking and why. Also, he knew that the person knocking on the door would stubbornly refuse to leave anyway. So Nico sighed, and forced himself to sit down on his bed, leaning his back on the headboard.

“Come in,” he said and closed his eyes. He heard the door opened, and a second later it closed again with a soft thudding sound. He could hear Will’s footsteps but he kept his eyes closed. The footsteps stopped right next to his bed.

“Hey,” Will said, voice much gentler than usual.

Nico opened his eyes but stared at the dark wooden wall in front of him. He took a deep breath and sighed.

“What do you want?”

Will didn’t say anything for a while. The silence hung heavy between them. Nico turned his head to Will.

“What do you want?” He asked again.

Will slipped his hands into the pocket of his jeans. He bit his lower lip and looked hesitant for two seconds.

“Listen. Annabeth told me that this… this particular day might be hard for you.”

Icy cold feelings stabbed Nico’s chest. He could feel tears formed in his eyes. He turned his head away from Will, trying to blink away the tears.

“And?” He asked sharply, as he turned his head back at Will. “What you are going to do about it?”

“I want to make sure that you know that it’s okay-“

“No, it’s not, Solace! I lost my sister, do you think it’s okay? Do you think I’m okay with it?”

Will didn’t say anything. He didn’t look like he wanted to say anything. He just kept his eyes at Nico’s, with a look that Nico couldn’t understand.

Nico looked away again, hating himself for starting to cry again. Hating himself for shouting at Will. Hating himself for…everything.

“It’s not okay…” he whispered to the silence of the room, this time letting a tear fell down from his eyes.

“It’s not.”

Nico turned his head again, staring at Will.

Will slid down to sit on the floor, right next to the bed. He folded his arms on the bed.

"It's not okay. It hurts. To lose the people that we love. And it feels so unfair, isn't it?"

Will paused for a moment. “But, I mean… It’s okay to feel that way. To think that it’s not okay. To think that the world sucks.”

It's unexpected, to say the least. To hear those words coming from the Apollo's son who always seemed to see a silver line in everything. But at the same time, it made a thought cross his mind.

Maybe Will would understand.

Nico chewed his lower lip, still staring at the dark blue sheet covering his bed. He took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky breath.

“I miss her,” he whispered. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Will nodded.

“I’m sure you do.”

Silence again. But this time, it felt just a little bit lighter.

“Can you tell me about her?”

Nico turned his head slowly to Will. “What?”

There was this soft, gentle smile on Will’s lips. “Tell me about her. About your sister.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s an important person to you. Because you love her. Because I want to know about her, more than just a name.”

It didn’t make sense to Nico. It didn’t make sense and Nico didn’t know how to.

Then again, when Nico closed his eyes, he could see her smile. He could almost hear her voice, laughing as they ran through the alleys back in Venice.

Nico slowly opened his eyes back. “Bianca’s favorite color was green,” he started.

He didn’t know why and how but he kept on talking. He kept on talking about Bianca and pieces and fragments of memories that he remembered. He kept on talking to Will, who was sitting on the floor, arms folded on the bed, listening to every single word tumbling down from Nico.

At one point, Will’s hand crept down to hold Nico’s hand.

Nico didn’t hold his hand back. He just kept on talking about Bianca and the song that she used to sing and her favorite gelato in Venice.

But Will kept on holding his hand and he kept on listening to Nico’s words.

And that was what Nico remembered. Nico didn’t ask Will to stay, but Will stayed anyway.

Nico also remembered another thing: he didn’t hold Will’s hand back. But Will didn’t let go, and kept on holding his hand.

***

(3) This was what Nico remembered: Will Solace cried in silence.

Nico stood at the doorway to the emergency room in the infirmary. Will was there, totally focusing on the girl lying on the cot.

But now, Nico had his eyes on Thanatos, who was standing in the other corner of the room.

He stared at Thanatos, with pleading eyes.

But he knew it was useless.

Thanatos shook his head, a grim expression on his face.

Nico took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened his eyes again, Thanatos already stood just two steps away from him.

“I’m sorry, My Prince,” Thanatos said, bowing his head a little.

“Well...,” Nico said. “You’re just doing your job.”

“Some death-“

"Cannot be avoided. Yes, I know that, Thanatos," Nico cut him sharply. His eyes quickly darted to where Will was. The healer didn’t seem to hear their conversation though (nor did he seem to care about anything else other than the girl on the cot, for that matter).

Thanatos’s lips thinned into a line, but he gave Nico a single nod.

Nico let out a small shaky breath. He knew that. He already knew that death was a certainty, anyway. But knowing how much it hurt Will to lose another patient? That’s another thing.

Nico made a small dismissive gesture with his hand. “Just… do what you have to do. Please make sure that it’s…in the least painful way for her.”

“She will no longer be in pain, My Prince,” Thanatos assured him. And with that last remark, he disappeared, leaving only a small trace of black smoke.

Nico took another deep breath and slowly let it out. Carefully, he made his way to the cot. When he was only a step away from Will, he stopped.

He watched the way Will’s chest moved heavily for a few silent moments. Then Will leaned forward, to gently closed the girl's head with the pale blue blanket.

Nico carefully placed his hand over Will's shoulder, squeezing it just a bit.

“We lost her,” Will said in a shaky whisper. “I lost her,” he added, voice even lower.

A steel fist clenched Nico’s heart. He squeezed Will’s shoulder again. The blond still had his eyes fixed on the body on the cot, now covered with a blue pale blanket.

“It’s not your fault, Will,” Nico said. There was a growing lump in his throat, but he forced himself to say it again. “It’s not your fault.”

Nico felt Will’s shoulder trembled as he took a deep, shaky breath. He kissed the top of Will’s head, mumbling against the curls again, “It’s not your fault, Tesoro. It’s not.”

Oh, how Nico would keep on saying it again and again, until Will really, truly believed in those words.

They burned the body the next morning, so early, the sun was nothing but pale purple light in the sky. Nico watched the fire burned the black and green shroud, Will stood silently next to him

And that was what Nico remembered: Will cried in silence. He didn’t weep, not even a sob. He cried by schooling his face into a blank canvas. Will shed no tears, but the color of his eyes turned into a dull shade of blue.

***

(4) This was what Nico remembered: Will tasted like strawberries with a touch of mint.

“Here, eat some,” Will shoved the bar of Kit Kat into Nico’s hand.

Nico raised his eyebrows but quickly unwrapped the chocolate bar. Will took a seat next to the cot, where Nico was sitting with crossed legs.

“Wow,” he said. “So McDonald’s chicken nugget is bad so you’re telling me to eat chocolate bar instead? Are you trying to give me a sugar rush or something?”

Will huffed. "McDonalds' gives you high blood pressure and a bigger risk of stroke and heart diseases. Kit-Kat, and chocolate bars, for that matter, are quick sources of energy. Exactly what you need after shadow-traveling."

Nico nodded, mouth still full with chocolate.

“You know what? I am not complaining. And maybe we should do more research on that.”

“On what?”

“Which kind of chocolate bars is the best one to give me after shadow-traveling,” Nico proposed, and took another bite of the Kit Kat.

Will chuckled, but his eyes softened. “Yeah, that sounds like a very intriguing research indeed.”

Nico continued eating the chocolate, but the way Will was staring at him almost made him squirmed.

“What?” Nico asked.

Will blinked. “Huh? What?”

Nico huffed. “You’re staring at me. Do I have chocolate on my face?” Nico’s index finger flew to his cheek and rubbed it.

Will smiled. And somehow, it’s not that brilliant smile that he usually had. This was different. This was a soft, gentle smile. A smile that made Nico forgot how to breathe for a second.

“You’re cute, do you know that?”

Nico’s heart skipped a beat. He could feel heat rushing into his face, burning the back of his neck.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Will insisted. He leaned forward a little, bringing his face closer to Nico’s. This time, there was a glint in his eyes, the smile turned into a playful smirk.

Nico huffed, trying his best to look annoyed. But inside, his heart was beating so fast, so fast with something he faintly recognized as a mix of nervousness and excitement.

“Oh yeah? So what?”

“So maybe it makes me want to kiss you.”

It wasn’t like Nico has never imagined this before. It wasn’t like Nico has never spent too much time wondering whether he read it all wrong. Then again, really hearing the words coming from Will instead of just some imaginary dialogues that he had in his mind still caught Nico off-guard. Nico inhaled sharply but he couldn’t seem to look away from Will.

“So maybe you should,” he said, half-whispering. He was almost proud that his voice was just a bit shaky, even though his heart was jumping like crazy in his chest.

For just a second, Will seemed surprised, like he didn’t expect Nico’s reply. But then the soft smile returned to his face, his blue eyes like a clear morning sky. He leaned forward even closer.

“Well, then maybe I will,” he whispered.

Nico closed his eyes as Will leaned even closer, his breath warm and light, a faint tickle over Nico’s skin.

The next second, he felt Will’s lips over his, a warm, sweet pressure that lingered for a short, fragile moment.

Will pulled away, and Nico opened his eyes. They stared at each other in silence, both breathing heavily. And it was Nico who spoke first.

“Hey, Will?”

“Hm?”

“Can you kiss me again?”

Will smiled and leaned forward again. He cupped Nico’s cheek in his hand that felt warm on Nico’s skin.

“Do you want me to?” He asked, his blue eyes gentle, sparkled with glee.

Nico hummed, and gave him a single nod. He didn’t even realize that the tips of his lips curled up into a small smile.

“Okay, then.”

Will kissed him again, and this time, Nico kissed him back. He let his fingers buried between the soft curls of Will’s golden hair and he let himself lost in the kiss.

Will slowly pulled away, only to gently pressed his forehead against Nico’s.

“You taste like Kit-Kat,” he said.

Nico chuckled. He pulled himself a bit from Will, and carefully traced Will’s lips with his finger.

“And you, Solace. You taste like strawberry and mint. Must have been your toothpaste.”

And that was what Nico remembered. Will tasted like strawberry, with a touch of mint.

***

(5) This was what Nico remembered: Will felt like home.

Nico walked out of the shadow to the coolness of his own cabin. He put his sword under his bed, and with wide steps, he made his way to the door. The afternoon sunlight was warm on his skin as he walked to the tree near the strawberry field.

Will was sitting under the tree, sitting cross-legged with a book on his lap. It was probably one of those medical textbooks that Will strangely enjoyed so much, as he didn’t seem to hear Nico’s footsteps. Nico stopped, and took a moment to stare at Will. It was almost ridiculous, that even with that hideous orange t-shirt that he was wearing, the sight of Will still made Nico strangely breathless.

“Hey,” Nico called.

Will looked up. When his eyes met Nico’s, the blue eyes sparkle as a smile light up his face.

“Neeks! You’re back!”

“Hmph.”

Will closed his book and put it aside.

“I’m tired,” Nico said, half-whining as he plopped himself down to sit right next to Will.

Will opened his arms invitingly, his eyes as warm as his smile. “Rest, then. Just lay down here on me.”

“Say no more, Solace,” Nico said. He scooted even closer to Will, and rest his head against Will’s chest. He closed his eyes as Will wrapped an arm around him. Nico let himself melt into the familiar warmth of Will’s embrace. As he started drifting off to sleep, he felt Will’s fingers gently going through his hair.

“Welcome home, darling,” Will whispered softly, and Nico felt Will’s lips gently pressed on the side of his head. “Now rest. You’re here now. You’re home. With me.”

And that was the last thing that Nico remembered before he fell asleep: He’s home now, in Will’s embrace. Will felt like home.

***

(+1) This was what Nico would never forget: he loved Will.

It was dark inside Cabin 13. A sliver of moonlight sneaked in from the window and fell on Will's hair. With the soft moonlight illuminating it, the golden curls looked more like silvery strands between Nico's fingers.

Playing with some strands of Will's hair, Nico let himself enjoyed the sight of his boyfriend, lying peacefully next to him. Will's eyes were closed, but there was a small, barely-there smile on his lips. And Nico knew that behind those eyelids, Will's blue eyes were smiling too.

Will opened his eyes, and shifted so now he’s lying on his side, facing Nico.

“It’s past midnight now,” he said softly.

Nico hummed. “And?” he asked, pulling his finger away and started tracing Will’s jawline.

“And it means that you’re officially 18 now.”

“Technically-“

Before he finished his sentence, Will already pressed a finger on his lips, shutting him down.

“Nope. None of that born-in-the-30’s shit now. Let me just enjoy the fact that it’s my boyfriend’s birthday now.”

Nico rolled his eyes. Will pulled his finger away, then leaned forward to place a soft, gentle kiss on Nico’s lips. He pulled away just a little, and placed another gentle kiss on the soft skin near Nico’s ear.

“Happy birthday, love,” he whispered. Nico shivered. The genuine sincerity in Will’s voice made him felt warm and giddy and just so inexplicably happy.

He cupped Will's cheek. Will was staring at him like Nico was the only thing in the world that he cared about. But he knew that he's also staring at Will in the same way.

“Kiss me again? As a birthday gift?”

Will smiled and even in the dim, soft light of the moon, that smile made Nico’s heart skipped a beat.

Will leaned forward again, kissing him again. Nico kissed him back, fingers buried between Will’s soft curls. And for a while, the whole world was reduced into just the two of them and the kiss that they were sharing.

For a while, there were only the two of them and nothing else mattered. Nothing could hurt them as long as they’re together like this, lost in the kiss.

Nico pulled away. Slightly panting, he stared at Will. Will smiled, and placed a quick, chaste kiss on Nico’s nose.

“What else that you want for your birthday?”

“More birthday with you. More days and years to spend with you. More memories to be made with you.”

Will laughed. He wrapped an arm around Nico, and pulled him so Nico was half-lying on his chest. He kissed the crown of Nico’s head.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?”

Nico looked up. “And I love you too. You know that, right?”

Will hummed, and wrapped his arms around Nico, enveloping him in his warm embrace.

There were a lot of things that Nico remembered about Will. And there was this one thing that he would never, ever forget: he loved Will. And Will loved him back.

***

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