#im honestly not expecting any readers but i wanted to post it anyway. this is probably my most favorite thing ive ever written.
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secret kisses (lash x f!reader) 13k+ words
summary: you and lash hate each other, but an unexpected kiss sparks a certain arrangement. a very hot, very secret arrangement.
warnings: lots of descriptive kissing, mild swearing, mild violence, very brief toilet humor, brief underage drinking, brief intoxication, vomit mention (nondescriptive), blood mention (nondescriptive)
notes: stronghold!reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, reader has telekinetic powers but that doesn't matter until the end
Boomer hauls you and Lash into the principal’s office, yammering away like he had in the cafeteria and in the hallway. You’re barely paying attention, your focus on the earlier events and containing your fury rather than the loud coach.
He uses the grip he has on both of your arms to toss you in the two seats in front of the desk. You’re silent, not sparing a glance Lash’s way and not wanting to meet Boomer’s eyes.
He sighs heavily and runs a hand down his face. “Principal Powers is still dealing with your mess, so until she’s done, you two are gonna stay in here.” He begins to walk back to the door. “Try not to kill each other, and don’t leave this room. Just to make sure,” he holds up a key.
“What if there’s a fire,” Lash drawls.
You roll your eyes and Boomer ignores him. The door shuts and the only sound you can hear is the jingle of metal as Boomer locks you in.
You last all of one minute before you explode.
“I cannot believe you,” you fume at Lash. “Wait, actually, I can. Pretty on par for you. What I can’t believe is how you think this is anything other than your fault.”
Lash clenches his jaw. “My fault? If it wasn't for you this entire thing wouldn’t have happened.”
You jump to your feet and face him. “Me? You started it! You always start it!”
He gets up and towers over you, face hard as he glares down at you. “That doesn’t mean you have to finish it. You can’t leave well enough alone, can you?” You scrunch your nose at him.
“No, I can’t. Not when you pick on defenseless kids right in front of me! You expect me to do nothing while you humiliate them?” You step closer to him, secretly pleased when he sharply inhales at your proximity. Good. He should be afraid of you. “You are nothing. But. A. Bully,” you enunciate by jabbing his chest with a finger. “I am sick of your behavior.” He scowls.
“I’m sick of you! Ruining my fun all the time. Making that face you make all the time.” Lash gestures to your face, clearly peeved about something.
You reel back, confused. “My face? There’s nothing wrong with my face. What about your face, huh? Always twisted up in that mischievous look you have when you’re doing something mean. And it’s not just one part of your expression, oh no, it’s your whole face,” you say, waving your hand around him, nearly taking an eye out. He grabs your wrist and pulls it down. “With that stupid troublemaking grin and the way your eyebrows pinch together when you’re plotting. Your eyes are the worst. They have this look in them that’s so cocky, like you know you can get away with whatever you want. But you can’t! I hate it.”
He tilts his head, completely in disbelief. “You have a face too. I call it your Getting Lash In Trouble Look. Always so innocent, but I know the truth. You pretend to be this good samaritan, a champion for the people when really you just like the attention you get from being a busybody—”
“Busybody!”
“—and messing with me! You literally can’t let anything go ever! It’s so annoying. Every single time you look so sweet and blameless and when they praise you for being a hero, you smile like you’re shy, which is a total fucking lie, I’ve never met anyone as conceited as you, with the way you pat yourself on the back like snitching on me is a badge of honor!”
Your jaw drops. “I do not!”
“Yes you do,” he argues. “And you bat your eyelashes and it makes me so mad because that’s what does it! That’s what gets me in trouble! I don’t know how you do it, but whenever you flutter your dumb long lashes like that it convinces them to throw me in detention. It’s a weapon you use against me and you know it. It’s deceitful.”
You’re taken aback. You are not hearing what you are hearing, surely. “The second you decide to harass someone is what gets you thrown in detention, asshole. I have nothing to do with it.”
Lash scoffs. “‘Nothing to do with it’,” he parrots. “You have everything to do with it!”
You get in his face, which proves to be immensely difficult as he’s so much taller than you, but you’d rather fall off the edge of the school than back down now.
“Everything?”
“Everything,” he confirms.
You are, genuinely, at a loss for words. You’re so frustrated and infuriated with him that all you can do is glare at him. This conversation is giving you a serious headache, but you have enough of a mind to be furious that he, technically, got the last word.
You’re breathing hard, staring into his eyes, and you, all of a sudden, notice he’s doing the same thing. You also notice how close he is. It’s normal for you two to butt heads, but not literally. You’ve had arguments that shook the whole school, but you’ve never been this close to him.
You know what everyone says about you. That all the fights are a result of unresolved sexual tension. No one ever dared to say it to your face, and most likely they’ve never mentioned it to Lash, but the gossip mill runs fast at Sky High and a ridiculous amount of people are terrible at whispering.
It enrages you when they imply there’s something more going on between you, but you can't deny the fact that you and Lash have some sort of attraction to each other. Always seeking each other out to push and shove, endless arguing and, admittedly, some preening. You convinced yourself it's not a sexual or romantic attraction. You hate each other, it’s just that neither of you can get away from the other.
But.
You can’t deny you have a certain energy with Lash. You always have. He knows it too. There was this electricity between you two, and that's half the reason you hate him so much. Every time you think you might be genuinely attracted to him—because you’re not blind and, despite your feelings, it’s an undeniable fact that Lash is a seriously attractive guy—you get angry at yourself, at Lash, at everything for being so confusing and unfair. Your hormones are unbelievably stupid around him.
Which is how it happens.
You and Lash are similarly breathless after your fight, and realizing you can feel the little puffs of air from his mouth on your face overwhelms your thoughts instantly.
Again, you notice how close the two of you are.
In his eyes, you still find simmering anger, but his edges have softened now. The way he’s staring at you, focused and drawn—it’s as if, to him, you’re the only person in the world. Like you're some kind of puzzle he wants to take apart and inspect bit by bit, wanting to know the pieces and touching along the ridges until he can commit them to memory.
He’s not relaxed exactly, he’s calmer, but there’s another kind of tension you can feel coming from him. He breaths again, and when you feel his breath on your lips, you can’t stop your eyes from dropping down to his.
They’re an incredible shade of pink, and for a moment they disappear as he quickly licks them, a constant tick of his you noticed a long time ago.
You blink back up at him, somehow closer than ever. You see the question in his eyes: are we really gonna do this? You also see something dark and longing.
That is…unfamiliar to you. You know all of his looks and expressions by heart, particularly because they are so often aimed at you, but never something like this. Like wanting. It makes you stop, heart stuttering.
You begin to move your arm, why you did and where it was going is unbeknownst to you, when you realize Lash has been holding your wrist the entire time. Probably since he had moved your hand away from his face just minutes ago.
Both of you look down at the two hands in between you. He squeezed you slightly before releasing you slowly, but you don’t move away. Instead, you continue to hold your arm out, letting his fingers run along your wrist and your palm, slow and aching. It tingles, and you gasp lightly at the feeling.
Lash, taking that as a sign, clasps his hand around yours and tugs you towards him.
You go readily, and when you meet his gaze, you lean in and your lips finally meet.
The kiss was tentative at first, but after a few seconds, you sink into it completely. You let go of his hand at the same time he drops yours. How else was he going to wrap his arms around you and hold you? Yours comes up and fists in his hair, running it through his soft strands over and over as you kiss. You had an arm curled under his, a hand gripping at his shoulder, something to keep you steady and touching all of him that you possibly could.
One of his hands rubbed up and down your back, stroking and feeling purposefully, and when it grazed over a sensitive spot, you moaned into his mouth. Your feelings for him were a complicated mess but this was easy and so, so good.
Your resolve slipped as you careened into him further. You were still so angry at him and you kissed him exactly how you fight with him: swift and calculated, but with an edge of vengeance and fire as you undo him as he does to you. Lash, similarly, wasn’t gentle with you. He did what he always does and takes, chasing satisfaction but not doing so without a show of power. Just to remind you who he is. You, unlike his victims, were not helpless. You matched him stride for stride, insistent and sure, unrelenting as you refused to let this spark burn out.
He kissed you deeper, his tongue slipping in and you didn’t think about it: you let him, because his mouth on yours? It felt absolutely and completely—
The door rattled.
—horrible! So, so horrible!
You push Lash away, both of you staring at each other wide eyed and cheeks flushed, disbelief and confusion evident on Lash’s face. Damn you for thinking this caught-off-guard looked good on him!
You had seconds to compose yourself, but after a kiss like that? You were lucky to look half as composed as you felt when Principal Powers burst in.
“Instigating a food fight? That's a new low, even for you two. Now, here’s what’s gonna happen...”
You listened to her as best you could, but your mind kept straying back to that kiss without your permission.
It was so.. intense. It kind of makes sense, you think. With what you know about yourself and Lash and yourself in relation to Lash, everything you two do was heated and passionate exactly like that. You’ve always known that you and Lash are cosmic forces mere moments from colliding, but kissing him? Surely the universe was laughing at you. It’s Lash.
The two of you were sent home, serving a half day of suspension and the rest of the week in after school detention. Together.
You were surprised that she didn’t make you clean up the cafeteria, but the janitor with a cleaning power begged her not to for a reason you can’t recall, and that was perfectly fine with you. The cafeteria was a mess, cleaning it all up would take forever.
There was hell to pay when you got home. Your parents, the Commander and Jetstream, were extremely disappointed to say the least. Honestly, you were barely paying attention to the lecture your mom was giving you. It’s always a sermon with her, and who would rather listen to that than lose their mind over having the World’s Most Earth Shattering Kiss?
It stayed in your mind the rest of the night, the next morning, and all throughout the school day. You and Lash had a few classes together but sat nowhere near each other, so it was easy to avoid him. Then detention came along.
You met him at the room, eyes darting away from each other just as quick as they were found, and you walk in.
Mr. Medulla was assigned as your detention teacher, but he had an experiment in the observation stage so he couldn’t stay in the room the entire time. In fact, he didn’t stay at all. He promised to make periodic check in’s, told you to pass the time with homework, did an evil laugh, and walked away.
You had your homework out, but made zero progress on it. The silence was so suffocating that, in a roundabout way, made you want to laugh hysterically. You didn’t want to say anything or even talk about it, but at the same time you had to know. Why did it happen? How did it happen? When it happened, did he feel the same things? Feel the same way? These questions nagged at you, but when Lash spoke up without warning, you panicked.
“So…you kissed me.”
“Nope.” Deny, deny, deny.
“...”
“...”
“Um, yes. I was there?” God, his confusion should not have been as endearing as it is. You know Lash, so you know he’s not stupid or purposefully obtuse, so maybe you had messed him up just like he did to you.
You sigh. “Look, that didn’t happen. That wasn’t a thing. I don’t know what happened or why, but that’s fine, because nothing happened.”
You spare a glance his way. He was slouched on the chair, an arm draped over the back, no books in sight. He was so casual. He shrugged, looking totally unbothered. “Alright then. Nothing happened. Fine.”
A few minutes went by. Medulla checked in. You scribbled down an answer on the sheet in front of you. It was probably right.
But, like, the way he said it. Like it meant nothing. It didn’t have to mean anything so why was his attitude so blasé. He was hardly ever indifferent so what made this so special that he let it go? It didn’t have to mean anything but it didn’t have to be nothing. He wasn't better than you just because he apparently felt nothing. Well, you don't do things by half, and Lash is not an exception. You full body turn to him.
“We’re just not gonna talk about it then?” You could not care less if that was the exact opposite of what you just said. It’s fine; Lash knows how contrary you can be.
Sure enough, when you get a good look at him, he’s smirking at you, eyes bright and expectant. Like he knew you couldn’t not talk about it and was just biding his time until you broke first.
God, he was aggravating.
“Hey, I always knew it’d be a matter of time before you jumped me.”
“What!” you squeak. “If memory serves me right, you were the one who couldn't keep your hands off of me. Do you always do that when you kiss someone? Hold them so tight they can’t escape. You’re like a straight jacket. God knows I should be in one, what was I thinking?”
“You were thinking ‘Oh, Lash is so hot I need him now’ and if someone wants to kiss me why would I deny them that pleasure?” he mocked your voice with a high pitch, and you got so annoyed that you took off your shoe and threw it at him as hard as you could.
The bastard didn’t even look mad when it hit his chest. He caught it and cackled. “You are so not getting this back, Stronghold.”
You jump to your feet. “Why! You only have one and it won't fit you. Give it!” Your very reasonable demand was not met.
Instead Lash rose from the chair and walked toward you. He dangled your shoe above his head, knowing full well that, even without using his powers, it was well out of your reach. He looked up at your shoe as you threw your dignity out of the window and jumped for it with no success. You very well could jump on him for it, but you know the jokes he’d make after.
“Your feet are so tiny,” he teased.
Oh! Feet! you think, and stomp on his.
As expected, Lash backed up and hunched over in pain, whining at you. You take this opportunity to reach around him for your shoe, but it remains elusive as he continues to hold it out. You did however manage to grasp his arm and pull it forward.
Lash’s body followed and the unexpected weight against you tripped you up. Soon you two were crashing into the desk you were using with half of the contents on your table falling to the floor.
You and Lash were in an awkward potion. Not quite standing but not completely on the floor either. Lash, being on top, moved first. You still had a grip on him, and he had no choice but to pull you up along with himself.
The result?
You were close. Very close. Again.
You wanted to move back, you really did. Your body had other plans though, and when you looked into his eyes, you knew immediately it was a mistake. You wanted to kiss him again, no, you needed to, and the gleam in Lash’s eye told you everything you needed to know.
You get on your tippy toes, throw your arms around his neck, and tip your head up. He meets you halfway, for once, and you two are kissing and kissing.
It picks up where it left off, all fury and passion the two of you felt bleeding into the kiss. This time, you open your mouth immediately and pry his open with your tongue. Judging by the sweet mewling sound he made into your mouth, Lash was not expecting you to be so bold.
He should know better.
Your tongue slides against his, tasting and feeling and wanting. He fights you when you flick the roof of his mouth and caress his teeth and cheeks, realizing he’s lost all control. This makes you pull back and smirk, momentarily breaking the kiss. You couldn’t resist, a helpless Lash is one you don’t see often, and this time? It was all your doing.
You make eye contact for a second, visibly proud of yourself and confident that you can make him react like that, and Lash’s expression shifts to one of determination before diving back in.
You know what he wants, and you got what you did, so you let him guide this kiss. He mapped the insides of your mouth, quickly becoming its best cartographer as he tongued every tooth, every ridge possible in the most delectable way.
He sucked on your tongue when you offered it, and it nearly brought you to your knees. He held on tight to you, holding you up. It would have been embarrassing if it was anyone else.
You stopped kissing, both needing to catch your breaths. You didn’t stray far, breathing into each other's mouths, lips brushing and still high on adrenaline. Neither of you moved apart while you waited for your breathing to return to normal. You traced your finger over the patch of skin he had exposed on his neck, and he rubbed circles on your hip with his thumb.
You were just wondering if Lash would think you were desperate if you tried to go back in for another round when the door slid open.
There really was no way to salvage the situation, but Lash took a few steps away from you. Luckily, Medulla’s head was turned as he talked to someone in the hall. He didn’t see you and Lash in an embrace of any kind, but there was still the matter of the room.
“What happened here? Miss Stronghold, why are your things all over the ground?” You had no idea what to say. You kept your mouth shut and rushed to pick everything up. Lash on the other hand—
“Lash, why in the name of Science are you holding her shoe?”
Fuck. You forgot about that. It’s like Lash has this ability to invade all your senses, being so successful that you forgot you were only wearing one shoe while making out with him.
Lash looked at the shoe in his hand. “Um.”
The teacher blinked. “Well give it back!”
Lash handed you your shoe, and you pulled it on as Medulla gave you a quick lecture. After both promising to not cause any further incidents, Medulla ran back to his lab to check on his experiment and left you and Lash alone again.
Then, you started laughing. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. After a moment, Lash joined in too, the events finally catching up to him.
“Why did you still have my shoe? You didn’t let it go? Not once?” you can't even form coherent words after that, still giggling.
Lash’s body convulses as he’s overcome with laughter. “I have no idea what happened. I literally didn’t even think about it.”
“Am I a bad kisser? I’ve never gotten anything other than stellar reviews so tell me now because if you were so unimpressed by me that you didn’t drop my shoe from your hand, then I need to know now.”
Lash, unexpectedly, became affronted. “I didn’t say or think that. Not at all.” You saw a blush rising to his cheeks. “You’re good. Like, really good. I like kissing you.”
Whatever you thought he was gonna say, it wasn’t this. You blink. “Oh. I like kissing you too.”
You were silent for a moment, but you knew where this was heading. Neither of you wanted to be the one to admit it, but if you did it together, it would lessen the sting of seeing each other so exposed like this.
“So, if I like kissing you, and you like kissing me…” he trails off.
“Then we should kiss,” you declare. He nods enthusiastically. “We should just kiss.”
“Yes, just kiss. Whenever we want. No promises, just kissing.” Very reasonable.
“Yup.” you say. Then, “We can’t tell anyone.”
His eyes bulged. “No, god no. I have a reputation and you have yours. We wouldn't be doing ourselves any favors.”
“Right, right. Can you even imagine?” You shudder. No one can know that you and Lash have kissed. More than once. Even worse, they cannot know that you’re going to keep kissing him.
The rest of detention rolls by, the atmosphere half awkward at what you agreed to and half giddy at what’s to come.
The next day as you’re walking to gym, lagging behind for no good reason, you feel an arm wrap around your waist and pull you away. You don't freak out, knowing immediately who it is. When you see the sign on the door you were just pulled into you say, “The boy’s locker room, really?”
Lash hushes you. “What’s the point of keeping this a secret if you’re just gonna shout it out for everyone to hear?” He continued to pull you around, weaving through rows of lockers.
You huff. “First of all, I said nothing of the sort, and second, I didn’t shout. It’s echo-y in here! That’s not my fault.”
Finally, Lash stops in a decently secluded area and corners you against a locker, bodies pressing together. “No, you are by far the loudest person I’ve ever met. Seriously. Do you have a volume control or are you permanently stuck on the loudest possible setting?”
“Shut up,” you instruct, and kiss him.
He came to you willingly and you made quick work of keeping him quiet.
You nip at his lips then suck on his mouth, ignoring his prodding tongue and not opening up fully. You continue to tease him for a few moments, giving him just enough of what he wants, but holding back until he decides to finally take it. You love being in control and it’s so easy with him, but the idea of Lash coming undone because he can’t stand the thought of you having something just out of his reach and finally doing whatever it takes to get it is a power trip in of itself.
Just knowing that right now Lash is obediently following your lead on this makes it all the more sweeter to punish him later when he unleashes himself on you.
When you‘re ready, and only when you’re ready, you loosen yourself up enough for Lash to take over.
He whines.
Lash dives into you, your mouth open and waiting. He kisses and sucks and licks everywhere he can, you don’t think he’ll stop for anything. You feel like he’s drinking you up the way he completely devours you.
You’re having fun learning what makes him tick. You know them already, but not in this context. Having to relearn him is something you do easily, and it’s funny that not only is he predictable, but he doesn’t even notice he’s showing you these things about himself.
Like your hair. You’ve noticed he brushes his hair to the side often, and not just to get it out of his face. He likes the soft, silky texture, which means Lash, currently, is caressing every strand of yours he can get his fingers on. On the flip side, with the amount of times he runs his hands through his hair, you know he melts when someone does it to him.
Lash constantly licks his lips and purses them. You don't know why, you don’t care. It’s good for you, because that means he isn’t opposed to wet lips, and you know that if you lick his and kiss him firmly, he will fall apart.
He also likes power. This is the most obvious. Who doesn't like power? The thing about Lash is, he likes to be drunk on it. He seeks it out even when he doesn’t need to and milks out that high for as long as he possibly can. Power, however, he likes to gain with a fight. Fighting is what you do best, and if there’s one thing about Lash, it’s that he will fight no matter what. He has no problem with it, and the struggle for ultimate dominance is what keeps him going. It pushes him, and the result is always victory.
He wants victory over you, but you know him, so his victory depends on how you exploit him.
Right now, Lash thinks he’s winning. You’re okay with letting him think that for a while longer if it means he keeps kissing you like this. What he lacks in surprise, he makes up for with enthusiasm and skill.
Surprise was never too important anyway.
You kiss and kiss, stopping a few times to suck in much needed air before going back for more. Eventually though, you pull back.
“We’re missing class,” you remind him.
He gives you a hard kiss that bangs your head against the metal locker, which you enjoy immensely, but you refuse to deepen it.
“I will gladly take a tardy for this, but not an absence,” you insist.
Seeing that you’re not budging on this, Lash groans and pulls away from you completely. Your front is suddenly very cold, but you pay that no mind as you make your way to the door.
When you move to open it, Lash spins you around and presses your bodies together once again. Seeing his big round eyes plead at you plucked at your heart strings. “Fine. One more.”
Lash ducks down and presses your mouths together. You move your lips against his for a few seconds, secretly thankful he wanted another.
You pull apart when you hear chatter in the hall.
“We can't leave at the same time. I'll go first, then you,” you tell him. He hums, not really looking like he heard a word you said, eyes far away and lost to satiation.
You slip out and simultaneously add two more things to your mental list about Lash:
Can and will beg and Gets kiss drunk.
Both very, very interesting bits of information.
Over the next week, you and Lash realize you can’t make out in the detention room. The window made it too risky and teachers were in and out constantly. The locker room was out of the question after the first time, it would seem was too suspicious for you and Lash to constantly miss the beginning of P.E. on the same days and at the same time, and there were just too many stragglers in the locker room and the hallway. So Lash has the brilliant idea to kiss in the boy’s bathroom.
You try it once and only once.
You pull your mouth away from Lash with a smack.
“This is the worst,” you deadpan. “You’re the worst.
His jaw drops open, looking slightly offended. “Uh, I don't see you finding anywhere for us to do this. There aren’t that many options.”
You roll your eyes. “And one of them has to be a bathroom? Getting E. coli is so not worth it.”
“Fine,” he says, grip on your waist tightening. “Where do you think we should go?”
“The back of the school, the roof, janitor’s closet, one of the many empty classrooms, behind the buses, under the bleachers,” you list off. “Literally anywhere that doesn’t involve a toilet.”
You can see the irritation flashing in his eyes, but you can tell he’s mildly impressed. He bites his lip and grins, “You sound very eager to kiss me, you know.”
“Oh yes, very eager,” you say sarcastically. “Remind me, Lash, who was the one begging who to ditch study hall for this? Was it you or me? I can’t seem to remember.”
He’s still grinning, and you can't help but to match it with your own. Lash dips down and murmurs against your lips, “Me, but who came anyway?” and he kisses you again.
His mouth is hot and fierce against yours, and you give as good as you get, sucking and licking him until he’s pliant enough to let out those soft noises you like so much. You scratch at his scalp and weave your fingers through his hair, occasionally pulling when you want him to do that thing he does with both of your tongues.
Although, no matter how hot this is, him and the kissing and the sneaking around, you’re still in a public bathroom.
The door creaks open and you pull off of him. You’re locked in a stall, but no one in this school has four legs so it was just too risky for you to stand there, whoever came in might see.
You do the only thing you can think of: you wrap a leg around Lash’s hips and pull yourself up. Lash, always seeming to understand what you want, holds your body firmly to his and reaches down to grab at your other thigh. He lifts you with no issue, securing you in the air. Now all you have to do is wait.
The thing is, you’re not the best at holding it together during tense situations, you laugh at everything no matter what. This is no exception. It’s just, the way Lash looks so serious, like being caught is a death sentence, humors you greatly. When you hear the guy relieve himself, you have to cover your mouth to muffle your giggles.
It mostly works, but seeing Lash’s face of utter bewilderment at you makes it hard to stop. He mouths at you to shut up, but you can’t. Laughter makes your whole body shake and he has no choice but to wait it out. It’s getting pretty hard to breathe at this point and you’re a little dizzy, so you decide to rest your head on Lash’s shoulder, your mouth pressed against the hot skin of his neck. At least you can breathe now.
The guy leaves, and you crack up again loudly, unmoving from your position.
“You are,” Lash begins, sounding drained, “the weirdest person ever. Literally all you had to do was be quiet, what if he caught us?”
“‘All you had to do was be quiet,’” you mock. You lift your head up and snort. “I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but you have to calm down.” Who would have thought Lash was the serious one between you two?
Lash begins to bitch at you, but you don’t care enough to pay attention. You’re not with him to listen to him talk, and besides, what he’s saying is a whole lot of nothing. You don’t let him rant at you too long, deciding to bite his neck because it’s there and you want to do something with your mouth.
It works.
He grunts in pain and he shuts up for all of two glorious seconds before asking what the hell was wrong with you.
“Lots,” you reply. “Now kiss me.”
He shakes his head at you, eyes both disbelieving and in wonder. He’s still holding you up, and you have no intention of getting off of him, so he backs you against the stall and kisses you like a man starved.
You try out other places at school, finding what works best and what doesn’t. You thought the roof was a safe place to go during lunch, but you had no idea how many teachers and students came up for a smoke. They took forever and there was no time for you and Lash to do anything, so that was out. Empty classrooms and under the bleachers were also a no-go, there was just too much traffic and exposure in those areas, and getting caught would be inevitable. You did manage a few sessions behind the buses, but you realize Ron spent most of his time there for some reason you can’t figure out. You like the guy, but he really needs a hobby, especially when it interferes with yours. You tried the janitors closet, but Lash nearly passed out from the fumes.
The only place that works is behind the school. Students never went there, and the only people who did were maintenance workers and delivery guys. These were issues that had schedules, so you and Lash worked around them.
You’re back there one day, sitting on a slab of uplifted concrete with Lash in between your legs. You’ve been kissing for a few minutes, and you didn’t have much time if you wanted to eat lunch that day. Lash, however, didn’t seem as into it like usual.
He was pouty and slow, hands braced next to your thighs on the concrete, not really giving you anything to work with.
You pull back and cross your arms, shooting him an expectant look. “Okay, what’s up?”
He shrugged. “Nothing, I’m fine,” he responds, moving back down to you. You stop him with a hand to his chest.
You give him an ultimatum: “No telling, no kissing.”
He has the audacity to look affronted with you, pouting even worse than before just because he was denied a treat. You raise your eyebrows at him and wait.
It doesn’t take long for him to break, either because he knew this was the fastest track back to kissing or because he wanted to tell you, you weren’t sure.
“You hair,” he says quietly, he bends his head down and rubs his neck, face flushing. “I like when it’s down, I like touching it.”
Oh. You werent expecting that. You knew he liked your hair, but enough to get genuinely upset when he couldn’t have it? It made your heart stop.
You let out a tiny, amused scoff. He stands there, sheepish.
You’ve never seen him like this.
“Okay,” you say. He looks up, his expression filled with blooming hope. Your hair is in two braids today, so you offer him one. He takes it hesitantly, unsure of what to do. You giggle and take your other braid, removing the tie and undoing the plait. Lash copies you, gentle when he removes the purple hair tie, slipping it on his wrist just as you had done, and he’s even more gentle as he uncoils your hair.
He undoes it slowly, fingers brushing lightly on each strand. You watch him, heart threatening to beat out of your chest. The way his attention is fully focused on your locks with unfiltered amazement, just wholly enraptured, like he’s never seen it before causes an ache to sprout in your chest.
When he finishes, you fluff out your hair, flashing him a smile when it settles.
He blinks at you, mouth parting open. “Oh. It’s wavy.”
Your smile widens and you bite your lip. His eyes track that movement with renewed vigor. “Yeah, that happens sometimes.” You reach for him, and he’s already tipping his head to catch your lips with his, kissing you with that familiar spark. It’s a bit different this time around, the way he moves against you and how he explores like he’s rediscovering you. You swear it's softer.
Later, when you’re back in the cafeteria, you hear Speed's voice a table away, asking Lash where he's been and why he has that. ‘That’ being your hair tie. You don’t look over at them, instead you smile down at your food, pretending to listen to your friend talk.
You and Lash continue to meet up, but after a few weeks you explain that you can’t continue to kiss him at school because your grades are suffering because of it.
“So, you don’t want to kiss me because you got an A- in the Heroes of History test? You should be grateful, I got a C on that!” Lash looks extremely put upon, and you elbow him.
“I didn’t say we had to stop, just that we can’t do it at school anymore. Or, at least, as often as we have been. I can’t let my grades suffer.”
He nods. “Alright, fine, you don’t want me to get in the way of your 4.0. I, however, am at a steady 3 and am perfectly fine with it.”
“Oh, sweetie, you don't have to tell me you’re okay with mediocrity, I’ve always known,” you say, voice sugary.
“I hope you have fun with burnout in senior year,” Lash drawls, voice agonizingly calm. “I’m sure your Type A personality will be great at helping you with that, babe.”
You preen at him, not taking the bait. “I’ll be sure to mention it by name in my valedictorian speech.”
Tension rolls off you two in waves, both feeling the burn inside as you crash into one another, heavy and unstoppable.
Five minutes and very swollen lips later, you’re heading inside.
Lash bumps your shoulder. “If we can’t meet up here anymore, where are we gonna go?”
You say, suddenly becoming shy, “Well, I was thinking, you could come over.” He furrows his eyebrows together and you tear your eyes away from him. “To my house. You can come over to mine. If you want.”
Oh god this was so awkward. You were well aware of this line you were crossing, an unspoken boundary to keep this separate from your private lives. You haven’t set an end date for these meetups, but you would understand if you freaked out Lash enough for him to call off the whole thing right then. You were dreading it, to be honest. You had no idea what you were gonna do when this was over.
But he doesn’t call it off, he agrees.
You smile to yourself, not willing to show how thrilled you were.
You did miss kissing at school, only meeting up there twice a week, but it’s so much easier to kiss him when you have actual privacy. You were a nervous mess the first time he came over. You cleaned obsessively and checked, double and triple, that your parents weren't home and wouldn't be until Lash was long gone.
You led him into your room, fidgeting as he observed its contents.
“Cute,” he remarks, fingering at an NSYNC poster.
You swipe at his hand. “Don’t touch Joey,” you whine.
He cackles. “Figured you be a JT girl,” he teases.
You shove him and he, frustratingly, doesn't go anywhere. Instead, he snatches up your hand and tugs you forward. You crash together, limbs finding their way around each other, mouth inches apart.
“Don’t you have a brother?” he mutters, eyes drawn to your lips
You shake your head. “Will’s at Layla’s. I dunno when he’s coming home, but he knows to knock before coming in here. He learned that the hard way.” Lash laughs, a short thing. You feel his air puffing on your skin, tingling all the way. Your gasp is soundless, and he chases the movement of your lips, but still not breaching the gap.
“Oh? And what kind of scandalous thing were you doing for him to have learned that lesson, hm?”
You press your foreheads together and push his head back hard. Not enough to seriously hurt, but a clear punishment. You've never done that with him before, another boundary broken, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I know what you’re thinking. No, it was nothing like that.”
You feel him vibrate as he hums, it shudders through you like an earthquake. “Will you tell me?” he asks.
“Nope,” you deny. “You gonna kiss me anytime soon?”
Lash brings a hand up to grip at your chin and tilts it where he wants, eyes dark and wanting. “You gonna let me?” He barely finishes his sentence when you surge forward, lips finally coming together, slick and demanding.
A few days later, everything changes.
You were invited to a party at Gwen's, and you knew Lash would be there since he’s part of her inner circle. You’re good friends with her, seeing as you’re both in the same year and popular, but they had this interesting four person (not including Penny’s clones) clique that remained exclusive.
Gwen’s parties are always absolute ragers, and you had no trouble letting loose, drinking and dancing with your friends. There was also a karaoke machine, and you were part of the small group that had commandeered the mics. You got lost in the music, singing and swaying along, not caring how you looked or sounded, just basking in the fun.
Unbeknownst to you, Lash stood in a corner, watching you the entire time.
Had you noticed him, you would see the fond, amused smile that never left his expression. You won’t know this, but he was thinking of what a terrible singer you are. Enthusiastic for sure, but completely tone deaf. He thinks about how devastated he would be if you ever got any good. You’re having fun, though, and that’s all he cares about.
Had you noticed him, you would have seen that smile drop, moments later, when he comes to a realization. Probably the most important one of his life. It’s dangerous and unsteady and tilts his whole world sideways, yet so unbelievably worth it. But you don’t notice.
You’re drunk and your vision has blurred when you get pulled into a game of Spin the Bottle. It’s not your favorite game, but you whoop along with everyone else when people kiss. You think you’re lucky that the bottle never lands on you, until, of course, that’s exactly when it does. You’re a little reluctant, but rules are rules, and you get a peck from some senior who’s name you wouldn't be able to recall even if you were sober.
You don’t take your turn, flipping off everyone who boo’s you as you hobble to the nearest bathroom.
The truth is, you’re not too keen on kissing anyone who isn’t Lash. That senior was so unimpressive you forget about it as soon as it happens. It’s fine, though. Nothing you want to remember anyway.
You finally find a half bath, kicking at the door, and hurl into the bowl. You’re grateful when you feel someone collecting your hair, holding it out of the way. They rub your back, and you know immediately whose hand it belongs to, having felt them on you many times before.
Lash has only encouragement for you, and when your stomach is empty, you hold out your arm so he can haul you up to the sink. You find a bottle of mouthwash on the counter and grab it, rinsing and spitting habitually. You can see Lash watch you in the mirror, staring at you with an expression you were too drunk to fathom out.
Finally, when your mouth feels clean, you dissolve into giggles.
“Oh no,” Lash groans. “You’re not one of those drunks, are you?”
You’re still giggling when you nod, your whole body following the flow of your head, tipping forward. You catch yourself, and you can only snort in laughter as an exasperated Lash puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head all the while.
You stop laughing, zeroing in on his pose. His arms aren't necessarily open, yet there were two perfect gaps in between his arms and body wide enough for you to slink yours through. You fall into him, doing exactly that. The urge you felt to stick to him like a second skin overrode everything else in your mind, and besides, he looked like he could use a hug.
He’s frozen for a moment—not that you notice—before wrapping his arms around you too. You stay there for a long while, clinging and breathing each other in, the party outside nonexistent in the bubble you created.
“Are you upset,” you ask Lash eventually. “You seem upset.”
You feel him breathe in deeply then sigh heavily. “Yeah. A little bit.”
“Oh,” your heart sinks and you pull away. You’re still koala-ing him, but you tilt your head up to pout at him. “At me?”
“No,” he admits. He brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. “At Ricky Wilkins.”
You squint at him. “Who the hell is that? That’s such a dumb name. Why are you letting some guy with a dumb name upset you? How dare he take away your smile! I like your smile. Lash,” you bat your eyes up at him, “can you smile for me?”
And he does. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. “There it is!” You’re so enchanted by his mouth, so you bring up a hand to trace his lips. They’ve long since been burned into your memory, yet, in your state of drunkenness, you forgot how pretty they are.
“Why did Rocko make you upset?” you ask, still playing with his lips.
“Ricky,” he corrects, but you’ve already forgotten it. “He kissed you.”
Your eyes dart up to his. “Nuh uh.”
“Yuh huh,” he mocks lightly. “He kissed you during Spin the Bottle. That’s why I got upset. I didn't like seeing that.”
You can tell he’s being honest with you, even if being open didn’t come naturally to him. You feel a warm flutter rise in your chest.
“Lash, I can’t even remember his name.”
“Clearly,” he says sarcastically. Then he sighs and says quietly, “I didn’t like seeing you kiss someone else.”
“Oh,”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Lash smiles, it’s not the same as before. This one is hurting. “We never agreed to anything like that, you can kiss whoever you want. I’ll deal with it.”
“No,” you shake your head at him, “No, don’t do that. I don’t want to kiss anyone else but you. I haven’t since you. You’re too addicting for that.”
Lash grins and eyes shiny at your lack of a filter. “You’re extremely addicting too, and it drives me nuts that you don’t know how much. I haven't kissed anyone else either.”
Relief pours through you all at once. “Then we agree. We don’t kiss anyone but each other.”
The way Lash is looking at you now, like you’re something precious, makes you melt.
“If it makes you feel any better,” you sigh in contentment, tucking yourself back into him. “I’ve never thrown up after kissing you.” The way Lash burst out laughing at your words made the bathroom the home of your symphony.
Days later, you and Lash are, surprise surprise, making out on your bed. Him half on top of you, one arm propping himself up and the other roaming along your side, like he was a pianist and your ribs were the keys. You’re holding his face in both your hands as you kiss languidly.
Lately, they’ve become softer, more purposeful. Your touches have also become more daring than they had been before. Fingers pressing deeper into skin, hands wandering further than normal, lingering where they shouldn’t. Kisses now all over faces and jaws and necks, biting and sucking and feeling so, so good.
Lash’s hand skirts past your waist this time, trailing down your hip and over the side of your thigh. He traces a random pattern on your flesh before he grips it with a hot hand, and you gasp as he hikes your leg up and onto his hip and back. It was a bold move, and you knew he wouldn't dare go further. No matter how much you fight and defy each other, he would never make you do something you didn’t want to, and you were never compliant enough to let him. He’s still holding your thigh, you think you might kill him if he lets go.
You’re kissing deeply, obsessed and intoxicated, bodies twisted together, lost to the world and only concerned with finding each other.
Which is why, unfortunately, you get caught by Will.
“OH MY GOD!” your brother screeches.
You and Lash startle apart, looking at the intruder. Will was in the doorway, flushing red and hands covering his eyes. Lash rolls off you and onto the other side of the bed, allowing you to get up and yell at your brother.
“William! Knock! You know this!”
“I’m sorry!”
You roll your eyes. “What do you want,” you exhale.
The dork still has his eyes covered. “Mom called, they won't be home until tomorrow. I was gonna ask if you can make Layla and I pizza.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. I’ll be down soon.”
“Sweet, Layla’s gonna be so happy! She’s a vegetarian, remember? So no meat,” he reminds you.
“I know, bud. Now get out of here.”
Will turns and speeds off, but not before running into your doorway first. “Oh my god, Will, open your eyes.”
You turn around and see Lash getting up. After all, it’s usually about this time when he heads home. To be honest, you didn’t want him to go. You never did.
“Hey, um, if you’re hungry you can just…stay.” The words fought you coming out, unsure how Lash would feel and what he would think. You’ve been crossing all kinds of lines with each other lately, was this really so different?
Lash’s eyes widen, and for a heartstopping second, you think he’ll say no.
“I could eat.”
That’s how the two of you end up in the kitchen, Lash obediently following your instructions as you throw together a pie.
Lash holds up an unmarked mason jar. “So, where does this come from?” he asks, and you explain that your dad homemakes it, it’s a Stronghold secret recipe.
“Of all the hobbies the Commander has, I never would have guessed that he dabbles in homemade pizza sauce.”
“Hey,” you defend. “You’re holding a seven time winner of the annual Maxville Realtor’s Pizza Fest. Show some respect.”
“Seven?”
“Consecutively,” you add.
Lash shakes his head at you with a grin. You’re quiet as you work together, comfortable with the peace that comes with the silence. When you finish your creation, a simple mozzarella spinach pizza, you pop it in the oven.
“Y’know,” Lash says, leaning against the counter. “I’ve realized that my mouth is super tender now. It’s totally your fault, by the way.”
“Wha— my fault? Do you know how much chapstick I’ve gone through these last few months alone because of you?”
“Believe me,” Lash assures, “I know. You taste like a different flavor every week.”
You slide up to him, head tilted. “Oh? What was today’s flavor?”
“Not sure,” he says, nonchalant. It's not a very subtle segue but you’re not gonna complain. “I think I might need a reminder. Care to give me one?”
“Shut up,” you murmur, and kiss him until your lips bruise.
The timer goes off sometime later and you detach yourself from Lash. You got out the pizza, and he offers to tell the other two that it’s done.
“Wait!” You stop him. “Wait wait wait, I need to check on something.” You get behind the wall that looks into the living room, and observe. You don't have the best spying skills, but their backs are turned, so it’s fairly easy to see what's going on and to hear their conversation. You feel Lash shuffle behind you, resting an arm around your waist as he peers around the corner.
“What are you doing?’ he whispers in your ear.
“Hush. I can’t hear what they’re saying.”
Unfortunately for you, Will is rambling on about something incredibly boring, Layla giving him her undivided attention as always, so you huff in annoyance and leave them alone.
“Is it just me or is that green chick totally in love with your brother?” Lash asks, unprepared for the can of worms he just opened.
You whirl around to face him. “Yes!” You whisper-scream, him reeling back at your reaction. “Will is an idiot! Layla isn’t subtle at all, oh my god. I can’t believe how oblivious Will is.”
“Maybe it’s a Stronghold trait,” he mutters under his breath, luckily for him, you’re too focused on the tween romance in the next room to catch that.
“She’s been pining after him for so long, it’s reaching a point where something has to be done.”
“Probably best to let them work it out,” he advises.
You nod. “Probably. Doesn’t mean I’m not keeping an eye out for any developments, though. They belong together, mark my words.”
“They’re marked.”
You shove his shoulder. “Oh stop. Hey, we should probably tell them dinner is ready.”
The rest of the evening is relaxing, you and Lash messing around, teasing each other’s eating habits, and stealing bites of pizza. The four of you watch a movie but Will kicks you and Lash out for being too loud, so you grab his hand and haul him away, finishing dinner on the floor of your room, doing nothing but talking and talking and talking. It’s the best night you’ve had in a long time.
Later, Lash lingers in the doorway as you’re saying goodnight. He hesitates in the threshold, opening then closing his mouth, not daring to speak his mind. He’s absolutely adorable like this, face flushed red and glowing under the fluorescent porchlight.
“Yes?” you ask.
He ducks his head down, eyes avoiding yours before ultimately spitting it out. “Can I—uh. Can I have a goodbye kiss?” God, the way his voice was so shy and scared, like you’d ever say no to that, like you’d ever want Lash to be insecure around you. Like he thinks he can’t have you.
“Yes,” you reply, and kiss him.
He whimpers against your mouth, his emotions being nearly too much to contain. He cups one of your cheeks, guiding your head where you both like it. It’s slow and soft. You find the tenderness he was talking about earlier, finding the new sensitivity all-encompassing and everything.
As you stand there watching him leave, you press your fingers to your lips to chase the impression of his mouth, memorizing and wanting.
It’s almost sickening how sweet the two of you were with each other from that point on. You still spit fire and he tugs on your pigtails, this syrupy flavor just another addition to the zest of your relationship. These soft and vulnerable moments you keep allowing each other to see and to show off becomes like second nature the more you do it. You find it easy when it’s him.
You’re on your bed, panting after Lash left you breathless. From your perch on his hips, you watch as his chest heaves, similarly gasping. You run your hands up and down his torso, needing to feel the heat of his skin through the fabric as you both decompress from that intense session. When you reach the top of his sternum, he snatches your hand up and presses his burning lips to your wrist. Then, he laces your hands together and tugs you down. You fold, and peck his lips once, twice, three times before murmuring against his lips,
“Have you seen Pinocchio?”
Lash’s body stiffens under you. “I really, really don’t like where you’re going with this.”
“Please,” you whine, squeezing the hand that never let yours go. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to know. I’m talking years. Literal years, Lash. I’m sorry if you get asked this all the time, but I need to know: can you stretch your nose like Pinocchio?”
“No one,” Lash says flatly, “has ever asked me that. I knew this is where you were going with that question, I just knew it, you absolute weirdo.”
You cross your arms and level him with an unimpressed glare. You end up in a staring contest, neither willing to back down. You’ve played this game before and won, never mind that you and Lash always seem to tie. This time, you would not be the one to crack. You know him, you know what makes him fold like a deck of cards, and as the dealer you’re not above a little manipulation to satisfy your curiosity.
Slowly, you let your expression shift to one of hope, eyes shiny and brows furrowed, not quite begging but rather expectant that he would sacrifice something small like his dignity to show you a party trick. Then, you bat your eyelashes at him, not quick enough for him to think you’re doing it knowingly and on purpose like he rightfully accused you of before, but innocent, fluttering blinks timed perfectly enough apart to seem genuine.
Lash sighs heavily, looking like he regretted every decision he ever made, and you try to not look half as pleased with yourself as you felt.
Slowly, Lash’s nose stretches out a few inches. He doesn’t hold it for long, but just long enough for you to get a good look before quickly retracting it, his face back to normal, frown and all.
You cover your mouth with your hands briefly, eyes bugging. “Oh my god. That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen.”
Lash huffs, his bottom lip sticking out, and he twists his head away from you.
“Hey, no,” you say, easy and comforting. You reach out and grab his jaw, turning it back towards you. “I wasn’t making fun of you, promise. I think that’s really cool. Thank you for showing me.” To prove you meant no harm to his ego, you smack a kiss on the button of his nose.
His eyes blow wide, and for a second your heart starts to sink, believing what you did was a mistake. Lash proves you wrong, again, when his mouth stretches into a goofy grin. You light up again, and don’t think before falling forward to leave a lingering peck on his lips.
He pulls back, just barely, and asks with complete adoration flooding his voice, “How are you real?”
This is when you know your heart belongs to him.
For a while, neither of you take the next step. Cross the next boundary. You know what you want, and you’re almost positive he wants it too, but the thing is, you never stopped being each other. You’ve always been the same people since the beginning. There are only two ways it could end, and you weren’t ready to cross the finish line only to find out he isn’t the prize. That’s not winning to you.
Speaking of winning, it’s something you plan on doing as the monthly Save the Citizen game was announced for P.E.
They didn’t participate every game, but Lash and Speed have been an undefeated team since freshman year, everyone dreaded going up against the powerful duo. Few came close to winning, but they were ultimately unstoppable. This time though, Coach Boomer threw in a twist.
“I’ve been feeling a little bored, so I’m changing it up this time. Lash, Speed; as the undefeated victors, you will not be on the same team today.” The sea of students began to whisper, wondering what Boomer was doing. “You two will be on opposite teams and, because I’ve been spending too much time with Medulla, I’m feeling a little evil, so you will choose each other’s partner. Lash, you first.”
Lash deliberates for a second before choosing freshman hero student Brittney Wilson, AKA Freeze Girl. Interesting choice, you think, and wonder how Lash plans on winning when she has a stronger power than him. He’s pretty clever in a pinch and that’s how he and Speed keep winning, but sometimes brute force is all it takes. He does have two more years worth of experience than she does, and Speed isn’t known for being much of a tactician, so Lash isn't totally without an advantage. You continue to think of possible strategies Lash could use to combat this when you hear Speed say your name loud and clear.
Suddenly, whispers rise all around the gym room, heads turning to look at you and gossiping immediately. You hear many students speculate about the easy win Speed and Freeze Girl are sure to have, because there’s no way you and Lash can work together long enough to win, your rivalry is sure to get in the way. Even Boomer and the other teachers looked surprised at Speed's choice, albeit also unable to hide their curiosity. Speed, the asshole, is smirking to himself. Good thing losing is not an option for you.
A coin flip determines that you and Lash are the villains. You make your way to the changing room to get into your gear, passing Lash on the way, and you can’t resist an opportunity like this.
“We’re winning, so I would really appreciate it if you don’t fuck this up,” you say to him, not that anyone but Lash can tell you’re teasing him.
He’s got an eyebrow quirked and a very bad poker face on as he peers down at you. “If you break my winning streak I’ll make sure you’ll regret it, Stronghold.” The you of a few months ago would take this as a threat, but you now see it as the promise it is. Whatever the results of the game are, you know you and Lash are gonna end it in your own way later.
In typical high school fashion, the students around you “ooh” as you and Lash exchange barbs. You’re not paying them much attention though, now focused on nothing but winning.
Soon, you’re inside the arena and you begin to strategize with Lash at your side.
“You should take Speed, you know his moves better than I do. I can hold him off if he tries anything, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to face Freeze Girl alone,” you say, observing your opponents across the room. If you recall correctly, this is Brittney’s first game participating.
“Yeah,” Lash says. “That’s what I was thinking. I don’t think beating Speed will be too hard, he’s too fast and too impulsive: he won’t stop and I can get him then. And he pretty much only has one move.”
You cut in, “You’re right, but you’ve never been his opponent before. You’ve never seen him from the other side. Don’t underestimate him, that’s a good way to lose.”
“Okay,” he agrees. “I’ll keep an eye on him. So Freeze Girl. She’s powerful and quick, but if she exerts herself too fast then she’s basically powerless. You have more stamina than her, so if you keep hitting her and don’t let up, she won’t have a chance to fight back. She’s also too mild—even if she does freeze us it won’t be enough to hurt.”
You nod along. “Exactly. She won’t dare try something that could seriously injure us, she’ll hold herself back. Try to stay as far away from her as you can, you won’t be able to stretch if she freezes you, but I’ll still be able to use my power. Also, I think she’s afraid of her powers, I’ve seen her use them in training. She’s prone to hesitating under pressure. I doubt she’ll think straight while worrying about us and the citizen. She doesn’t have the best control, either.”
“That could be dangerous,” Lash points out. “If she’s that untrained you need to be careful.”
You smile at him. “I know. I’m just hoping she hesitates enough for us to win. She’s not thinking about this as a battle between heroes and villains.”
“She’s thinking of it as a game in gym class,” Lash finishes.
You stare at each other then with half hidden smiles and mischievous twinkles in your eyes, silently appraising the other and thinking about how good you are at this teamwork thing. It goes unspoken: you’re a team and you’re unstoppable. There’s no other way, not when you’re together.
The game still hasn't started yet, and you take this opportunity to put your hair up. Fighting is much easier when there aren’t flyaways blocking your view. Only, the hair tie you had this morning is missing and there’s only one place it can be.
“Hey,” you say, grabbing his attention (as if you ever lost it). “I need to put my hair up.” You hold your hand out, and Lash rolls up a sleeve, revealing your signature purple hair tie sitting snug on his wrist. He slips it off and hands it to you.
As you’re gathering your hair in a ponytail, you can’t help but think of that morning when he took it from you, your memories filled with hot kisses and sharp nips, Lash’s fingers threading through your hair and making a mess so bad you needed to brush it again. He’s taken possession of so many of your hair ties because of his insatiable fixation. You don’t mind one bit. Over the last few months, you became accustomed to putting your hair up for the sole purpose of letting Lash take it down, still in awe of the way your hair cascades down and around you.
“Good?” you ask him, showing off your hair. You hate when it isn’t smooth and he knows this.
He pinches his lips together and hums in agreement. Despite that, Lash reaches up to flatten some stray baby hairs, shaping your face.
Neither of you notice the whispered exchanges all throughout the gym, starting when the two of you emerged from the changing rooms without biting each other’s heads off. Rumors began to circulate quickly with you and Lash accidentally fueling the fire as you interacted.
Boomer takes his place. You see Speed whisper to Freeze Girl, she looks scared and unsure as Speed flattens his hands and gestures to the floor then to you and Lash, but then she nods, seemingly reluctant but agreeing with whatever he suggested. An uneasy feeling coils in your gut.
Boomer is about to start the countdown, so you lean over to Lash and whisper, “The second the timer starts, jump. We need to stay off the ground.” Lash gives you a confused look, but it only lasts for a second as the timer blares, beginning the countdown.
He trusts you, and when he sees that Speed doesn’t take off immediately, he knows why.
The two of you jump, Lash stretching his arms up to hang from the rafters, and you use your powers to hover above the ground, looking like you’re standing in midair.
Your instincts were right, because a few feet under you lay a sheet of ice, right where you and Lash were just standing. They were gonna freeze you to the floor.
It was silent for a few seconds. Then, the crowd went wild.
Lash drops down next to you, knowing you’d keep him off the floor.
“You,” he says seriously, “are so hot.”
“So not the time,” you respond, not being able to wipe the grin off your face, and he beams at you. Then, together, you charge into battle.
The thing is, no one knows exactly how powerful you are. Most people know that you’re telekinetic, but not what you’re truly capable of. Your parents think you’re the most powerful person in the world. You think you’re just a teenager. They made sure you were trained properly, and through that, you found out just how strong you are.
You deter Speed every time he comes at you, apparently not caring that he was supposed to save the citizen. At one point, as you’re blocking a rapid attack from Freeze Girl, you feel an arm wrap around you and drag you to the side. You realize it was Lash moving you out of Speed’s way as he attempted to catch you off guard. He didn’t account for Lash watching your back. You lock eyes with him, giving him a nod of thanks.
Eventually, after you threw him back and knocked him on his ass a few dozen times, he stopped going for you and focused on Lash.
Brittney, bless her heart, tries her best. It’s almost enough, but if her opponent was anyone other than you, she most likely would have won instantly. She attempted to freeze you, make you fall, grab the citizen with her ice, but it didn’t work. Her ice just wasn't strong enough to combat your powers, so you broke through everytime. In the beginning, it was harder to do, but as she exerted herself more and more in a short span of time, she exhausted herself and her ice became weaker.
Once, she attempted to freeze Lash while his back was turned, but you shattered the ice before it could go anywhere near him. She was a good fighter though, full of potential and capable of greatness if she applied herself.
Lash and Speed were engaged in a game of cat and mouse. At the one minute mark when it became clear to Speed that Freeze Girl was no closer to the citizen than when the game started, he became desperate. Every move becoming wild and sloppy as the timer counted down. He attempted to jump to the citizen, something that would have been easier for him as the mannequin lowered, but Lash would slingshot or smack him away, even tripping him a few times. He did get close at the 15 second mark when he managed to knock Lash down, but you simultaneously defended yourself against Freeze Girl’s desperate attack of ice shards and used your powers to move the dummy just out of his reach.
You and Lash won.
Exhilaration flowed through you, hearing your classmates cheer, seeing Lash’s face light up at you, and that was an adrenaline rush in of itself. You were gonna run to Lash, not knowing exactly what you would do when you got to him, but all you were thinking about was celebrating your win.
Unfortunately, Speed had other plans. You forgot he was a sore loser.
The game was over, you weren't watching him, so when he ran past you at full speed, he shoulder checked you. Before you knew what was happening, the coupled momentum sent you flying, and you cracked your head against a wall of ice.
You don’t fall, but you stumble, head dizzy and incredibly nauseous. The impact distorted all your senses, everything too loud yet muffled at the same time. Your skull felt like it was vibrating in your head, and the side of your head where the impact hit throbbed agonizingly, the ache clearly not dulling anytime soon. You feel something wet on your hair, so you reach up and immediately hiss in pain as you touch the tender spot. You pull your hand back, vision blurry and darkness creeping in, but what you can see is bright red staining your fingertips.
You think you hear someone call your name, but you pass out before you can process anything.
You didn’t expect to wake up in the nurse's office hours later, your entire body pulsing in pain. Nurse Spex began a series of inspections on you, testing your memory, motor functions, and everything she couldn’t while you were unconscious. She let you know that your parents were on the way, give or take a possible European villain detour.
Turns out you have a mild concussion, and she advises you to take it slow for the next few weeks. You’d have routine check ups to monitor for brain damage, but she’s positive there won’t be any. Then, she asks if you’re up for a visitor.
Your heart races as you nod your head yes, then you groan and clutch your head as you realize how stupid that was. She gives you a tylenol and lets someone in.
To say you were disappointed it wasn’t Lash was an understatement. Brittney bounced in, one part freshman perkiness and the other incredibly and unnecessarily apologetic. Nurse Spex leaves you two alone, saying that she’s going to update the staff on your condition and how they can best help.
After she finishes apologizing for creating the ice that hurt you and you assure her multiple times that it wasn’t her fault, you ask Brittney what happened after you blacked out.
She blushes and needlessly fixes her glasses. Then she practically gushes her next words. “Well, Lash caught you. You fell right into his arms like a princess! It was like seeing a fairytale play out right in front of my eyes! He was so worried about you. People tried to help when they realized what happened, but he wouldn't let anyone near you, only the teachers. I didn’t know he could be so sweet.” She sighs dreamily.
“I do,” you say quietly, smiling to yourself.
She blinks. “Oh. We were all wondering, I mean, his reaction was so unexpected but it all makes sense now. The hair and the jump and the way you saved each other. Like, it was all there.”
Her words are absolute gibberish to you. You ask her to explain.
“It’s just, everyone saw how well you work together, even though it seems like you hate him. No one thinks that anymore about either of you. You were strategizing, and he had your hair tie, and the way he fixed your hair, I mean, you know what they say about hindsight. Oh! Not to mention the fight with Speed.”
You sit up. “What fight with Speed?”
Brittney’s eyes widened. “Um. Lash probably would have been here instead of me, but he’s in detention because he got into a fight with Speed. About you. And he said—well, he said…” she trails off and bites her lip, looking down.
“What did he say,” you urged.
“I really shouldn’t be the one to say it, you should hear it from Lash. He kind of yelled about his feelings for you at Speed, but there were so many people there, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t know.”
You were tired. So, so tired. “Yell what.”
Brittney waves her hands frantically. “No, seriously, ask Lash. I heard the teachers talking earlier, apparently he was begging to see you and they said they’re gonna let him soon. Ask him then.”
You calm down, regretting losing your cool on her. She stays and talks for a few minutes and you promise to help her with her powers, but leaves when you begin to feel droopy. You’re asleep again soon after.
This time, waking up was less painful. Your head still hurts like a bitch, but you felt more steady. You wake up slowly, feeling incredibly groggy, when you feel a squeeze on your hand. You open your eyes and see Lash next to your bed. Head resting in the mattress and sitting on the chair Brittney was in last.
You squeeze back, his head shooting up near comically. His face shifts in a multitude of expressions going from shock to relief to worry to fear to joy and to a million others before settling on something soft, something just for you. He looks you up and down, assessing your well-being and making sure you’re okay.
“Hi,” you say.
“Hi.”
“How long have you been here?” you ask. His clothes are rumpled and his eyes have dark circles under them.
“A few hours. It’s late, so they’re keeping you here until your parents come back in the morning.”
You hum. “Will?”
“With the green chick,” he assures.
You giggle softly. “I know you know her name.”
He shakes his head at you, eyes crinkling as he smiles. “Whatever.”
You two stay like that, staring and drinking each other in.
Against all odds, you’ve become absolutely intertwined and fully enamored with him. He’s Lash, and he’s yours. You know what you do to him, how you drive him insane and obsessive and he’s completely fine with it because he’s nothing if not addicted to you. You are his too.
“I love you,” you tell him.
He gasps, all sharp and hopeful. He looks at you, really looks. He’s looking for a lie, a deception, a meaningless babble because of your concussion. The search is quick; he knows as soon as he starts looking that he’ll find nothing.
“I love you too,” he admits softly.
You wish he could kiss you, but you know he won’t risk anything right now. That’s okay though, you think. You’ve kissed him in almost every way that matters. You can wait a little longer for the last few if it means being with him. Here, as victors, having crossed the finish line together.
#lash sky high#lash x reader#lash sky high x reader#sky high 2005#x reader#if you read this whole thing THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! please let me know what you think!#im honestly not expecting any readers but i wanted to post it anyway. this is probably my most favorite thing ive ever written.#i put a LOT of care into this oop
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hello! i saw you take request about pjo and honestly, i loved your fics about leo! i was gonna ask if you could do general dating or crush headcanons about percy, similar to your one leo fic (i dont remember which one but i think you get it???)
thank u thank u thank u if you do it!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
gn! reader
💬: hii!! im so glad you loved my leo fics :D thank u sm for requesting! this is my first time writing for percy :')
📒: fluff, friends to lovers, reader is implied to be a demigod, not proofread (´；ω；｀)
percy crushing on you hcs
everyone in the camp knew this boy was whipped for you
especially his friends
HE IS DOWN BAD
grover literally knows EVERY detail of you even if you guys aren't close because of percy
he knows that you have a small mole on the left side of your face, how your nose slightly scrunches up whenever you focus on something, your favorite food/the food you always eat for breakfast, the little bracelet you wear everyday because of percy
percy sometimes talks to blackjack for advice?? or just rambles to the pegasus about you (he'd look crazy without context)
the Aphrodite cabin ships you two SO MUCH
sometimes they'd set you and percy up
but to percy's disappointment, you just brush it off because you always interpreted their ways as a way to make fun of you both
spaces out whenever he looks at you
his friends have to physically shake him out of it for at least 9 seconds before he gets back to his senses
whenever that happens though, they have to sike him up to actually talk to you
if a person pulls a dirty trick on you especially during training, percy's eyes would be burning holes through them
he doesn't hide his glare at all too 😭
his friends try and give you hints that percy has a crush on u, but they're REALLY subtle and careful about it
except for leo 💀
"y'know, percy has the hots for you," he randomly says in the middle of your guys' conversation??? like u guys could be talking about how the sky's so blue and then boom he says that
anyway
they'd definitely form a game plan to get you guys together for real (annabeth would be the mastermind)
they'd probably set you guys up to a blind date in this pizza place nearby
during the date, percy made up his mind instantly after you laughed at his ridiculous joke
he wanted to date you, not just have a crush on you. he wanted to love you, in a real way, not just from afar
and so he confessed
he was resisting the urge to kick his feet and giggle when you accepted his confession /j
his friends were probably disguised as "normal" customers, sitting in the booth across from you guys, or beside you guys, silently cheering for you both once they overheard that you accepted percy's confession
percy dating hcs
loads of aquarium dates!!
he'd gossip with you, a lot
hear me out!! minecraft dates!!
he'd put your beds together and stuff, and you guys have a pet axolotl whose name is a mix of yours and percy's (basically your shipname)
is BIG on pda, he likes to show you off, even the nymphs know you're dating atp
but he'd tone it down if you want him to, of course
whenever there's a new trend that comes up on any socmed app, he's so quick to invite you to do it
he definitely made a kisses hoodie for you soskpsf
you'd have triple dates with leo and calypso, and frank and hazel 💯💯💯
he's so observant it's scary
he's the first one to notice whenever you aren't feeling good
always checks up on you
sally also hears about you all the time !! whenever percy comes home from camp he likes to tell stories about what you and him have done
she already sees you as an in-law (even if you guys haven't met properly yet)
some of percy's pfps on his main social medias would be him posing with kiss marks all over his face from you
if you ever post yourself on social media, he hypes you up so much in the comments
expect at least a millisecond after posting, you'd have 28 comments from him immediately 😭
"THATS SMY PARTNER RIGHT THERE"
"I LOVE YOUU77I"
"everyone back off they're taken BY ME"
whenever someone compliments you infront of him he's like "i know, right? my partner's so amazing"
he emphasizes the word "partner" whenever he notices that the person might be interested in you, too
he can't help being a little protective
percy jackson, if you can hear us, please percy jackson, please save us percy jackson, please save us percy jackson
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#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x you#percy jackson x y/n#hoo x reader#pjo x reader#heroes of olympus x reader
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Don't Mind
Pairing: Hook x Reader
Word Count: 1,090
Description: Tyler's girlfriend is an exotic dancer; he's warned all of his coworkers to leave her alone. Sammy doesn't listen.
Massive thank you to my beloved @omg-im-such-a-masochist for helping me with some of the idea and basically outlining the perfect direction to take this.
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“So, what’s up with your girlfriend Hook?”
Tyler looked up from his phone in the direction of the question seeing Jericho staring at him the younger man raised a brow.
“What about her?”
“Is it true I mean I’ve heard she’s a performer and I’ve seen some of her Instagram posts is it true?”
“So, what if it is, what’s it to you?”
“Just curious is all I’ve never met a wrestler whose partner is a stripper.”
“She prefers exotic dancer and Dan’s wife is a Burlesque performer it’s along the same lines.”
“Doesn’t it bother you? Aren’t you worried someone else is going to snatch her away or she’s going to cheat on you with someone from or that’s she’s met at work.”
Tyler did his best to keep from rolling his eyes at the question he’s heard more than once from his coworkers.
“No, I’m not worried because I trust my girlfriend I’m the one going home with her nobody else, so I don’t honestly mind.”
“Oh okay, what club does she work at?”
“That’s none of your business and I suggest if you somehow find out not to bother going there, any of you or I will personally throw you out myself.”
“Okay okay easy man no need to get worked up.”
Jericho held his hands up in surrender and started a different conversation with one of their other coworkers. Tyler puts his phone in his pocket and leaves the room deciding to actually go and visit her. When his phone rings he puts it on the car phone and starts it up.
“Hello?”
“Hi babe it’s me.”
“Mamas I was just getting ready to come and see you.”
“Oh, perfect I had a break, but I wanted to talk to you really quick before I went back to work.”
“What’s up?”
“Haven’t you told your coworkers not to show up here?”
“Yes, I have why?”
“Well, that Sammy guy did, and he asked for a private dance…from me.”
Tyler felt as if everything froze the sound of Y/n’s voice fading in the background as she continued to speak.
“Don’t go anywhere near that room tell your boss that something came up and you need to give it to another girl. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Ending the call Tyler peeled out of the parking lot making his way towards the club, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He had made it very clear that he didn’t want any of his coworkers going to the club; the fact Sammy went and then had the fucking nerve to ask for a private dance from his girlfriend. No Tyler intended to kick his ass if he didn’t leave the first time he asked.
Pulling into the parking lot he got out and showed his ID, the bouncer was familiar with him, but he did it anyway. Going inside Tyler walked over to the bar motioning for y/n’s best work friend to come and talk with him.
“Hey Hook, didn’t expect you here today.”
“What room is y/n supposed to be in?”
“She’s in the breakroom.”
“Thank you.”
Walking through the club he made his way towards the breakroom which he occasionally got to sneak into when he wanted to spend a little time with you. Not bothering to knock he pushed open the door spotting her sat at the table sipping a bottle of water.
“What room is he in?”
He asked, voice hard as he watched her, just seeing her sitting there in her work outfit the thought of Sammy trying to get her.
“You scared the shit out of me babe, room number four.”
Y/n says as he turned walking down the hallway but stopped, he had no idea where the rooms even were. Grabbing her bottle Y/n followed him and gave directions to the private rooms then pointed a dark red door with a number four on it.
“Wait here.”
He said gently touching her cheek and opened the door, Sammy was sat with a drink in his hand and his back to the door.
“I was wondering what was taking you so long, now come dance for daddy like I paid for.”
Sammy chuckled sipping his drink and set it on a small stand next to the chair he was in; Tyler walked over grabbing him by his shirt dragging him over the chair arm.
“What the fuck?”
Sammy managed to get out before Tyler hits him watching as the man falls to the floor holding his face.
“I told all of you not to come here more than once I told you to stay far away from y/n’s place of work and yet you go behind my back. And then you book a fucking private room with her?”
Tyler was seething as he grabbed Sammy’s collar and shoved him into the wall, Y/n stood outside the door watching as the two of them went back and forth arguing. Sammy was doing his best to make it to the exit and Tyler was landing a hit every time he managed to lay a hand on him. When security came in to break it up Y/n spoke quietly to the bouncer watching him lead Sammy out. Turning she saw Tyler still pacing the floor, walking over she forced him to sit in the chair after closing the door. Thinking for a moment she could still see the rage and frustration on his face.
Biting her lip she turned on some soft music dimming the lights ever so slightly and walked back to the chair. Whenever she wanted to work on a new dance for work, she’d practice them with Tyler. This one she was about to do though was one she hadn’t got the chance to try on him yet. As the music drifted into the room from the speaker, y/n began moving her body with the tempo. Slow movements at first as the song began to build her hands dancing across him as her hips moved.
Tyler watched her slowly realization of what she was doing hit him and he couldn’t help but feel himself relax a bit.
“She’s really dancing for me, damn I’m one lucky S.O.B”
He thought his hands finally reaching out to touch her, y/n smiled seeing that his features were finally relaxing. Leaning close she pressed a kiss to his neck letting her lips linger as her tongue flicked out to taste the skin.
“Let me dance for you baby just sit here and enjoy the show.
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Is there any wr Chris Drabble that you can and want to share maybe perhaps
🙏🙏🙏🙏😭 * not in a pressuring way but in a I love this installment and can’t get enough way* feel free to ignore if not!
you know what??? sure! this is a fluffy one that i haven't had a reason to post, so i'll use this ask for that skdjfhskjdf
just fyi i've got a couple horny ones in the works, but they're still not complete 😭 so this is all i can offer for now. hope you enjoy~
Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · fluff | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · a bit suggestive, but it’s fairly tame · this is barely proof-read, so please bear with me
minors do not interact.
> Chris💕🐺: hey pretty
> i know we said we were gonna go on a date tonight
> but i dont think ill make it baby im sorry :(
< You: aw 🥺
< it’s ok darling
< we can go out some other time
> Chris💕🐺: ill make it up to u
> i promise
It wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to come home late at night. He’d always come through the door complaining about how they were behind on their sprint, or how one of his co-workers deleted hours worth of coding in a single click, or how the entire platform he worked on crashed and they needed to spend overtime fixing it… It worried you sometimes, but it’d become such a natural occurrence at this point it didn’t faze you anymore.
You felt like Chris didn’t even need to promise to make it up to you, you knew he would anyway, but you figured he always felt the need to set his words in stone. Sometimes he’d make it up to you the very next day, sometimes it took him weeks, but he always did, which you appreciated immensely.
By ten in the evening you just knew Chris wouldn’t be home before midnight. He always told you to not wait up for him, that you needed to rest, too. But you found it incredibly hard to fall asleep comfortably when he wasn’t there, so you’d either toss and turn for hours, or you’d drift in and out of sleep until he made it to your bed.
You vaguely registered the front door of your flat opening and closing, just like you vaguely registered the muffled sounds of your boyfriend’s steps around your home until you started to hear the shower. Stretching your limbs a bit, a tiny squeak left your mouth, and you reached for your phone to check the time.
One thirty in the morning.
With a sigh, you locked your phone again and turned to lay on your other side, bringing one of the extra pillows between your thighs for comfort.
You laid there for a while, waiting, until you heard the shower stop completely. You honestly expected your boyfriend to open the door to your bedroom right then, but instead, all you heard was silence. In normal circumstances, you would’ve let it go and gone back to sleep, but as it was, you really wanted to see him, so you got out of your shared bed, rubbing sleep from your eye with your fist as you opened the door and left the room.
Only the small lights on the kitchen were on, but they provided enough illumination to see Chris. He was sitting on the sofa, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands buried in his hair.
As soon as you walked closer, he looked up. With a small smile on his lips he gave you a “Why are you up?”
You yawned, shrugging.
“Sorry I woke you up, pretty”, Chris mumbled, taking a hold of your hand as soon as you were in front of him.
Shaking your head, you placed your free hand on Chris’ shoulder, pushing him just enough to lay back on the sofa so you could straddle him and comfortably settle on his lap. With his arms around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, just as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a very sleepy ‘S’okay’ against his skin.
Burying one of your hands in his damp hair, you gently massaged his scalp while bringing an arm to rest on his shoulders so you could pull him close to you as well. Chris hummed, and you felt him relax under the soothing motions of your hand.
Over the years, you’d come to read your boyfriend’s body language quite well–or at least you liked to think so. When he was quiet like this, you could tell something was weighing heavy on his mind, so you’d made it a habit to ask. “Wanna talk about your day?”
Chris remained quiet for a moment, but he still moved his arms from around your waist to bring a hand under your shirt and rest it on the small of your back, while the other cradled the back of your head. After a few moments, he just shook his head, and you hummed in understanding.
You both stayed there like that, quietly enjoying your warmth for a while. Until you finally pulled away from his neck and cradled his face in your hands. Chris just leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.
He was clearly refreshed from his shower, but you could still see the bags under his eyes, and the small frown on his face. You knew it wasn’t directed at you–or at least you hoped so–it surely had to do with whatever happened at work, so your first instinct was to lean in and press a kiss right where his eyebrows furrowed.
A small smile spread on his face, and his frown seemed to have disappeared when you finally pulled back. With a smile of your own, you leaned in again to press a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose, each cheek, and finally, his lips.
Chris’ lips moulded to yours, kissing you slowly, holding you even closer to him. He was so warm, and the feeling of his fingers caressing your lower back and the ones burying in your hair to angle your head to the side the tiniest bit was quickly igniting the flame of need deep within yourself.
After a few moments of kissing, you rolled your hips. You couldn’t help it, he was right there, touching you, existing, and your body just naturally reacted to him.
Chris tensed with the movement, and he immediately brought his hands to your hips to still your movement.
“Baby…” Chris pulled away from your lips with a sigh, an incredibly tired sigh. “I’m–I’m not…”
It was rare for Chris to not be in the mood for sex, but it did happen every once in a while, usually when he was not only incredibly exhausted, but also worried about something. So you simply smiled at him, dragging your thumbs over his cheeks as if to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby”.
Chris sighed again, looking you in the eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together once again. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to–”
“Baby”, you interrupted him and squished his cheeks, forcing his lip into a pout. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make anything up to me”.
“But–”
“I’m serious”, you pecked his lips, and offered him a smile after. “Don’t go all toxic alpha on me now, hm? It’s literally fine, babe”.
Chris chuckled, and he pulled you down for a brief kiss. “I love you”.
“Love you, too”, you replied simply, relishing the way Chris’ body relaxed under you again. “Now… Sleep?”
Chris looked at you for a moment, mulling your words, until he eventually spoke. “I’d like to… kiss some more…”
You leaned in, not quite pressing your lips to his yet, but close enough so every word made your lips brush against his. “How much more?”
Chris held you tighter. “A lot more”.
So you hummed, right as you finally connected your mouths in a deep kiss.
This was one of Chris’ moods sometimes. He’d just want to hold you, kiss you, rile you up with no real prospect of sex. And you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it.
His plush lips against yours, his teeth tugging your flesh, his tongue brushing yours… Chris was an amazing kisser, and you could honestly spend hours just doing this. Hours of his hands roaming your back, of the satisfied hums and moans spilling from his mouth, of the wet sounds your motions produced.
Of course it made you horny, of course it made him horny… You could feel his hardness under you, enticing you, but being honest, kissing felt just as satisfying regardless. You liked that you could have these moments with your boyfriend, where you could somewhat keep things intimate, but rather chaste–as much as french kissing a werewolf could be considered chaste…
“God, I missed you so much”, Chris mumbled, digging his fingers on the soft flesh of your waist, under your tee.
“Me too, baby”, you mumbled back, barely even disconnecting your lips from his.
You couldn’t really tell how long you spent there, sitting on his lap and ravishing his mouth, but eventually, he pulled back, looking you in the eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears.
His pupils were so deliciously blown, his lips all pink and plump, slick with your spit, and you were sure there was wetness making contact with your core, even with the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts separating your bodies.
“You’re so pretty”, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. “So pretty and mine. My pretty girlfriend…”
You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes. “So are you, darling”.
“Mmm…” Chris leaned in again, kissing you briefly.
When he pulled back, you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Sleep?”
Chris nodded. “Sleep. Hold on tight, baby”.
As soon as you looped your arms around his neck, and with a firm hold on your thighs, Chris stood up from the sofa, taking you with him and walking languid steps to your bedroom, switching the kitchen lights off on the way.
As soon as he stepped into your room, Chris gently placed you on your feet so you could take the few steps left to the bed.
He placed a quick kiss on your cheek once you were both tucked under the covers. He pulled you close to his body and laid his head on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief once you buried your fingers in his hair and started massaging his scalp.
It was silent for a while, until you started to hear–and feel–the barely audible rumble coming from your boyfriend’s chest. It brought a smile to your face, and, soon enough, you fell asleep as well.
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can you write about how thomas would react when reader is on their period? like how would he take care of them and everything
pampering them with gifts or pushing the family away especially hoyt because he doesnt want them near in fears youll break yk?? anyways, ty! i love ur writing
(male or female reader im not picky!)
Honestly... I don't think it would happen that way.
See, the thing is, the Hewitt family is extremely self sufficient, which means that everyone has to pull their own weight to keep the farm running smoothly. That includes when you're on your period. They've got that "if you can walk you can work" mentality. And they really mean it. Unless your cramps or pms are literally debilitating (i.e. you are literally bed ridden and cannot walk due to the pain), you're going to be expected to work. Cramping and bleeding or not, the hogs still need to be fed and the eggs need to be collected. None of that's going to change, and Luda Mae, Hoyt, and even Monty aren't going to excuse you lacking off just because you're on your period. (Again, unless it's literally debilitating).
And as for Thomas, I've said it before, I'll say it again, Thomas will not stand up to his family for anyone. He's not going to pick fights with them, or argue with them, or anything really. He's not a confrontational person. And, again, this is a small southern town in the 1970s, Thomas doesn't even know what the hell a period is. Luda Mae is very obviously a proud woman, and even to this day, a lot of older women won't talk about their periods because they see it as a private and shameful matter, so I doubt Thomas has any idea of what a period is, except for maybe having heard of it in passing.
So, when you tell him you're on your period, he's not going to understand what that really means. And after you explain it to him, he'll be sympathetic, sure, but... If most women have a period and continue to function in their normal everyday lives, why can't you? (Again: unless it's LITERALLY debilitating)
He'll be happy to help in whatever way he can, whether that be through getting you medicine in the mornings, or being your personal heating pad at night, but I don't think he'd really pamper you. After all, he still has his chores and work to do, which take up a large part of his day (depending how recently the last batch of victims came through, but even then, he has regular chores as well), and if you are bed ridden due to your period, he'll have to pick up your chores as well.
He's not mean, or mad about it, he loves and cares about you, and he's happy to do things for you when you need them, but he can't throw his responsibilities away just because you're on your period. I mean, think about it, periods last for one week out of every month, that is a HUGE amount of work lost now not only on your end, but his as well. That wouldn't fly over with any of the Hewitts. Especially Hoyt.
And on the topic of Hoyt, I mentioned this in my post about what it would actually be like to start dating Thomas, but Hoyt is like a father figure to Thomas. Thomas looks up to him, and respects him, and actively seeks his approval, he isn't going to force Hoyt to avoid you in his own house. If you're really that afraid of Hoyt hurting your feelings while you're on your period, you're going to have to avoid him on your own terms. But Hoyt isn't going to become more of an asshole just because you're on your period. Maybe a few misogynistic jokes or comments, sure, but Hoyt is always like that. That's just something you're going to have to live with to be with Thomas, because I don't think Thomas would ever move out his family home. Not unless something dramatic happened like I wrote about in one post a long, long time ago, where in the drabble Hoyt had left the stove on while watching Thomas' baby, which led to them being severely burned and scarred to the point that Thomas' s/o told him they were leaving and taking the children and he went with them because, again, Hoyt literally almost killed his baby and gave them severe and traumatic scarring. But even then, I don't think he'd move much farther than down the road. And that's only because of his child's safety and well being.
(And just a quick side note while I think about it: Thomas is also like a son to Hoyt, and I don't genuinely believe he'd ever attempt to put his hands on Thomas' s/o for the pure fact that he respects Thomas and wants to see him happy just like Luda Mae does. Do I think he'd make the occasional flirtatious or sexual remark? Yes. But it's a different culture and time, those things are considered a lot more normal than they are now, but Hoyt wouldn't attempt to touch Thomas' s/o.)
So, yea, I think that just about sums up what it would be like. Life would continue on as normal unless you were bed ridden, in which Thomas would pick up the chores you could no longer do.
Thanks for sending in the ask! <3
#thomas hewitt#thomas hewitt x reader#thomas hewitt x you#thomas hewitt x y/n#thomas hewitt x s/o#slashers#slasher fandom#slasher x reader#slasher x you
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SUBBBB DILUC BABYYYYY pls like a really good bj or anything 🙏
HI GORG, SAW THIS ASK N I HAD TO DO IT LIKE IMMEDIATELY IM SORRY HSSKKDHSH (usually i do them in order but i’m so sorry i couldn’t resist bbg diluc)
i’m sorry for not really posting any new writing for a little while- i hate pulling the mental health card on y’all literally every time but that’s honestly the reason for my breaks and i’m so sorry </333 im really really trying LMAOO and i love writing sm so i hate how i can’t write well when my brain hates me and overwhelms me
anyways…
sub diluc is so hot, so so so everything we need and didn’t ask for frfr— i wrote him so submissive, so patient n so desperate at the same time, so down bad for the reader and and and and
I HAVE SO MANY ASKS I FEEL SO HAPPY CUZ THERES SO MANY GOOD ONES (there are still so many cyno ones, i’m sorry cyno lovers i’ll feed you soon)
but tonight,, instead of making smart choices, such as sleeping, i have decided to write a one shot of my fav bbg ENJOYY
Plead (sub!Diluc x dom!reader)
warning(s): nsfw!!
words count: 779
“A-Archons,” Diluc’s eyes wandered up and down your body, his hands running down your legs slowly, savoring the way your skin felt against his fingers. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
He was practically drooling over you— staring up at you, eyes shamefully taking any glance of your body that it could possibly receive, his breath almost stopping at the sight he was practically blessed with; his partner, dressed in inviting and suggestive clothing, eyes narrowed down at the begging man, barely a curl on your lips. You fought a chuckle as you gracefully held your wrist out, giving nonverbal permission for Diluc to kiss you.
His eyes widened, taking the kind offer you gave him. Holding your forearm, carefully, slowly, almost cautiously; the man started to kiss you. A small peck on your wrist that gently guided up your arm. Your heart practically fluttered as his lips pressed against the fragrance on our skin. You almost allowed yourself to fall short of the plans of spoiling him for the night.
You moved your hand away from him, his eyes showing disappointment as your arm lay back at your side. His fingers were at a loss on where to go, if not met by the texture of your skin and the comfort of holding your body.
“Stand up,” you commanded, gazing down at his flustered face and engaging trance locked onto you. His body immediately stood, staring down at your figure sitting on the bed expectantly, waiting for you to say something.
You looked up at him, almost cracking a smirk as you laid your hands on his hips. You slowly bit your lip when you saw his expression turn into shock, your fingers meeting the button of his pants.
“Are you comfortable, Luc?” Your eyes scanned his flushed expression, your thumb pressing against the button.
“Yes,” he practically choked on his words, his eyes pleading and pupils dilating with intent, “please. Please, (Y/N) darling.”
The loud unzipping of his pants coated the silence. You took your time pushing his pants down, narrowing your eyes up to his expression that started to get needy.
You gave his erection one look and then your eyes met back with Diluc’s again. His eyes never left yours, drool threatening the edges of his lips. His brows furrowed in confusion at your sudden stop.
“Did- did I do something?” His weak voice asked, a nervous edge in his words. You barely smirked, your pointer finger tracing his hips.
“Oh, no, no. Nothing like that,” you assured him, sighing deeply and whispering, “want you to beg for it, love.”
As embarrassed as he already was, he wasn’t expecting a command such as that from you. But nevertheless, he didn’t hesitate in his cries.
“P-please,” he started, his voice barely audible, “please touch me, (Y/N). Wanna- need to feel your touch…” he trailed off, the desperation and grogginess in his voice filtering his pleads. “Please don’t make me wait.”
You gave him a satisfied smile, closing your eyes and leaning forward to kiss his tip, expressing what a good job he had done. You took his dick in between your fingers, your mouth meeting it as you went straight to work.
Diluc’s large hands gripped the roots of your hair, his groans already meeting your ears. He pulled your head forward even more, allowing you to take even more of him. You gagged, grabbing his hips and pressing your fingernails into his skin, almost to tell him this is going at my pace, not yours.
The grip on your hair loosened after this. You smiled and started sucking at his cock, your eyes meeting up to him innocently.
His expression was picture-perfect; he already looked so fucked out, his brows creased and his jaw hanging open. Even as lustful his thoughts were, he still stared at you in absolute admiration and love.
With a few more pumps of your hands and movements of your tongue, you swallowed down the cum that was released in your mouth, his pants and heavy breathing slowly tamming.
You wiped your mouth, taking his hand and kissing his scarred knuckles. “You did wonderful.”
“Thank you, darling.” He smiled, his tired eyes looking at you as he zipped his pants back, sitting next to you. He took your hips, picking you up and straddling your legs around his waist. He held your lower back, pressing your body against his on his lap.
He closed his eyes, rocking you back and forth almost like you were a baby. You smiled, the sappiness in his actions melting your heart as you wrapped your arms around him, holding the man you loved dearly.
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin fluff#genshin fanfic#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#diluc x reader#genshin imagines#master diluc#genshin diluc#diluc ragnivindr x reader#diluc imagines#diluc fluff#diluc headcanons#diluc x y/n#diluc ragnvindr#diluc smut#diluc#diluc x gender neutral reader#diluc scenarios#diluc x you
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Sorry for the obnoxious astrology post, but had to put it out somewhere
Well, astrology has veen one of my hobbies for quite some time, and me in my charlos obsessed era of course had to bring them into it.
So, dont get me wrong, im not a birth chart reader, much less synastry. (Already saying, Sainz doesnt even has his time of birth known for the public for instance, so i could never make a full synastry chart that would help me to try to dissect them much more.)
But i went on and tried a synastry chart cause i had to, but i honestly wasnt expecting anything much from it.
Also, I want to be clear that synastry is not only about couples, but about the potential relationships between two individuals, so dont take this post seriously. i just did this for fun, curiosity, and cause i have free time :)
In fact theres nothing much to see there because knowing both their houses placements would be much better. However, theres one thing about it that immediatelly caught my eye.
First of all: in blue, its LEC and red, SAI. With that in mind, lets look at this picture:
If youre new to this: here is SAI'z venus conjunct with LEC's mercury (they are in fact pratically juxtaposed, in the 24° of libra). Not only this, but we can see LEC's has his own sun conjuct with his mercury, so, consequently, SAI's venus is conjuct with LEC's Sun too. Now this is the part i'm smiling.
So, to put it shortly: even for astrology-newbies, we know these are one of the fundamentally most important planets in astrology. Sun, Mercury and Venus. and the fact that they 3 are present in this conjunct, in a synastry, means that it makes the bond even more strong, taking an astrologic perspective.
Oversimplifying, Mercury: planet of communication/ Vênus: planet of relationships (any kind of them)/ sun: planet of the essence.
I did look it up and found some things interesting, but these are from astrology blogs and are generalized, so take everything here with a grain of salt. but i think its time to say i want to make clear that im not doing this to anything but give food for thought for people who like them and want to know out of curiosity, and not trying to insinuate anything about their personal lives that are not my business.
here are the links i found about these conjunctions:
mercury conjunct venus , second one
And some screenshots i liked:
Here for sun conjunct venus
and some selected screenshots:
Anyways, thanks for coming to my TED Talk lol
Sorry for the weird screenshots, but they are readable lol (idk if the sun/venus ones are in order, but i think you can make sense out of it
Btw, here are Carlos and Charles birth charts separetedely
#carlos sainz jr#Carlos sainz#Charles leclerc#Charlos#Astrology#Synastry#First time trying a long post dont be mad at me
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hey pia! i love your work, hi!!! im a young writer interested in posting some of my big projects online (not that i really expect them to get any traction lol). i was wondering how you protect your work from plagiarism, or how you deal with people plagiarizing your work. it seems like the internet is kind of the wild west, and that’s only sometimes a good thing :/ im probably a bit too poor to afford any sort of copyright or whatever online authors do, but maybe i can save up? 🙏🙏
PS - i didn’t actually care whether or not this ask was anonymous, but from my experience on tumblr it seems like an unspoken rule🤨 so i guess i’ll turn it on🫡
Hi anon!
Tbh the only real difference between anon and attaching your name is that I have the choice to reply to you privately if you send an ask under your name (which is sometimes preferrable if the question is personal or really niche!) and that gives me more options. Anon forces me to only answer publicly (which is probably why you're seeing that so much!!), but the downside is that sometimes I have to delete anon messages when I don't want the responses or even the ask/s on my public blog.
Anyway! This is something I'd respond to publicly anyway, because I think this is a fear a lot of new and young writers have. The tl;dr is that copyright is often assumed on the internet, provenance makes it easy to send DMCA takedowns, and letting a fear of piracy stop you from putting your work up is one of the biggest ways I see new authors handicap themselves on the web currently (idk if it's confirmation bias or what but it seems like I see this several times each month atm from specifically new authors), and it's like...not a thing...to be hampering yourself with.
Okay, now for the longer explanation:
The first thing with copyright is that it by and large depends on your country and what you want to do with the story. In Australia, every created work by default has legal copyright protection simply by being created by someone. We don't need to pay to apply for copyright on creative works, we automatically have it and if we can prove provenance (i.e. if we can demonstrate we created it first, with like a document date etc.) we are legally protected.
So I can't answer for the country you're in, anon, but honestly, this is how it works on most of the internet where you're likely to put a project online. AO3 will respect that a work is yours if it gets stolen, if you can prove you came up with it or published it before another person did (literally all you need is a screenshot or a link). In the Properties or Details of most of your documents, the 'date created' is your best friend.
I've had my work stolen quite a few times over the years. It's been stolen the most from AO3 over to Wattpad (it's almost like Wattpad authors don't realise that sometimes we look lol).
In one case, blanket commenting on one of the fics that the original fic was on AO3 *and complete and not stolen* was enough for the author themselves to take it down. x.x Otherwise what you generally do is send a DMCA takedown notice, which almost all creative sites give you access to when reporting theft (your readers cannot do this for you, you must do it.)
Similarly, on AO3, if this happens, you can just report it. The big downside here is that it can take the volunteers there some time - sometimes up to two weeks or more - to get on top of that, so it might feel like nothing at all is happening. Patience is recommended.
Look, theft happens, you can't avoid it. It is a normal part of putting your work out there in the world. And I can't tell you how many new authors I know who kind of shoot themselves in the foot trying to prevent the acts of thieves, while not realising they're hampering themselves in the process.
Pirating is the worst, but so is never putting your work out there, or waiting for a magical protection from piracy. It doesn't exist - and there's a general rule where the more steps you introduce to stop or reduce piracy, the more you actually alienate your general readers - think about how having right-click disabled on a website can feel, for example. It's considered hostile internet architecture that is often very inaccessible.
(There's also a phenomenon where the authors most scared of theft are the ones least likely to encounter it, because their works are new, and they'll need a lot of time to build up readers and engagement in the first place. Most of the time, those who plagiarise don't want to take the works of new/young authors over the works of experienced authors who just won't think to check the sites they're using. By the time you're popular enough for that to be an issue, you'll probably have more confidence in yourself and your ability to handle this. I will say theft of ebooks on sites like Amazon etc. is way more common than theft of original stories and fanfics on AO3, but both happen more often than they used to, that's just...sadly a part of life.)
Also, applying for copyright doesn't mean your work won't get stolen. You'll still have to send DMCA takedowns, and you'll still have to get in contact with websites. A lot of the time websites have a form you can fill out. You still have to do all that labour and pay to register copyright. The filing of copyright is sadly not a magical shield against theft of a creative work. It does make it easier to take someone to court, but that's expensive, often not worth it, and the labour someone can spend chasing down thieves is often better spent amongst the readers who actually give a shit (they're the ones who often notice the theft in the first place when it comes to serials).
If you plan on publishing ebooks, there's software and organisations you can pay a monthly fee to, who just exist to issue takedown notices to piracy sites so you don't have to. I've never used these personally, but from what I've read on Facebook writing groups, they're often not worth it compared to the past, because new sites spring up all the time. But different authors have different experiences with online theft (and different levels of income to combat it) so you'll hear different things on that front.
I'm...pretty zen about it. To me, it's only a worry when I have to send someone a notice about it, which I don't actually have to do all that often. Like, it sucks, but almost always it never happens as much as a new author like yourself fears it will. That doesn't mean you won't hate it when it happens, but you'll live, and your works will keep finding readers, and it won't be what you're likely imagining it will be. It's for most authors, just an occasional giant pain in the ass that we forget about a day or two later sdakfjdsa
#asks and answers#pia on writing#pia on publishing#it depends on what path you're taking#ebooks are more prone to it than serials or subscription-locked works#but as a result there's also more protections available for ebook authors#there's less protections for someone like me#except i can prove provenance#and i can be like 'hey i put this up 10 years ago and this person published it today so can you do something about it please'#and sites do because legally they have to#though some drag their feet sdlfkjas#but anyway yeah i'm very 'eh whatever it happens'#some authors will take it very seriously#but i am...more interested in my writing and my relationship to my actual readers#then the actions of people who aren't giving me a hard time#until they *actually* give me a hard time#and then i have things i can do y'know#maybe i'm too flippant but being too anxious about theft#seems like a one-way ticket to not putting yourself out there
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WORKS IN PROGRESS!
hi babes, it's been a minuet. ive really not been myself recently and am struggling alot personally, and it's genuinely affecting my ability to focus on writing. I do want to let yall know that I did promise someone a request to be posted quite a few days ago, and i sincerely apologize, i will be working hard to post it tomorrow night..
there is alot going on in my life that i haven't shared with even the ones closest to me, thins that are terrifying me to my core. i feel insane and isolated, and i am terrified to be home alone most days, but just know i am slowly working through it and pushing myself to be better as I very much want to get back to what I enjoy, which is shit posting and fic writing for any lil random idea I may get..
anyway, just wanted to let yall know the next couple of things to be expected from me:
Sugar Sweet , Jake 'hangman' Seresin currently plotted as a five part fic series.
plus sized fem reader fic, you're broke and in need of a roommate, Jake gets on your nerves in both of your work places (gym and the bar), and though he's probably one of the hottest men you've ever had the pleasure of ogling, you don't necessarily want him living in your home for fear that you might end up murdering him and that damn smug grin on that damn perfect face..but you can't afford not to have him, so really, what do you honestly have to lose?
FLYGIRL , robert 'bob' floyd. currently only plotted as a stand alone, but could change.
fem!pilot!reader fic. you were two days in to your much needed and hard earned vacation when you got the call back to top gun, and rather than sit and twiddle your thumbs and listen to your parents berate you for your line of work, you immediately got the hell out of dodge and made your way down to southern cali, to an all too familiar base with a crew of pilots who you're much too familiar with, all except for one. you're quite intrigued by the shy, quiet man who seems to be the only one out of your group of aviators to have the tiniest shred of faith and confidence that your one and only dream in life is achievable.
speechless, billy hargrove part four.
the chronicles of Billy proposing with out proposing and wedding planning.
'Stupid Fantasy' Peter Hale x Werewolf Reader Fic.
not ready to give away the plot but this is tomorrow nights post, just saying. Don't quote me on the title im not sure if im keeping it
#stranger things#billy hargrove fluff#billy hargrove fic#billy hargrove smut#jake seresin#hangman top gun#jake hangman seresin x reader#bob floyd#bob floyd fluff#bob floyd x reader#top gun imagine#top gun#top gun maverick#teenwolf fandom#teenwolf smut#peter hale smut#peter hale
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this is word vomit, me rambling, and basically just saying shit!! at the end i am thanking my followers for helping me reach 1k!!
i started this side-blog back in late april to early may just thinking that this was just going to be a fluke. originally i had only planned to just post more random shit on here, reblog some anime stuff, and just do whatever i wanted. there were times where i was like "im going to delete this blog", "im losing my interest", "this ain't getting me nowhere", just pessimistic thoughts.
that all changed when i started writing for anime. my very first post was a stupid "toman as stupid shit i did in my life" post which garnered some good attention. ppl liked it. then a little bit later i decided to write "tokyo revengers reaction to how you fight" and ppl LOVED IT lol i was so happy reading through the feedback about how the reader was depicted as being badass and strong.
later i got myself more involved into the anime fandom. i started watching demon slayer after a previous co-worker of mine mentioned to me that i should watch it bc it was a good anime. and it is!! demon slayer is one of the most popular animes out there imo. so when i began watching demon slayer i wanted to write content for the demon slayer fandom as well. now originally i wanted to write my first demon slayer fanfic with tengen x reader, but i was already hooked onto season 4 with the hantengu clones and had more motivation to write about them. the hantengu clones x demon!reader thing i wrote, i literally did not expect for it to get any attention. bc i haven't wrote smut like that in FOREVER. literally i thought it would go to shit but i was fucking excited to see it gain over 2.5k notes!!!
now before i got into demon slayer i was watching jjk. but i just never thought of writing for them since i had only ever watched the jjk 0 movie, and season 1. i didn't familiarize myself with the characters and just went with how the fandom portrayed them as. though as soon as season 2 came out with the gojo's past arc i wanted to write some content for them as well.
then... i got lured into the miguel o'hara stan. now i was already a marvel nerd BEFORE i rejoined the anime fandom. i was only watching the marvel films and the tv shows like daredevil, punisher, and loki. when i saw miguel o'hara on the big screen I FELL IN LOVE. not only that but he is voiced by OSCAR FUCKING ISAAC. god i want for this man to yell at me- ANYWAYS LOL UM we're getting off track here!! i went to reading some miguel o'hara fics, watching tiktok edits of this man, looking at fanarts of him, and then i sort of got the inspiration to write some content about him. and i do notice that there is not a LOT of miguel o'hara with a black reader or at the very least with a latin/hispanic reader. so i want to spice things up and contribute to writing things for him.
now mind you all i write my fics with a black reader in my mind!! but i never describe their skin color, their eye color, their weight, i don't describe what they look like bc i want for the reader to feel included!!! i want for the reader to feel as if they are in the story. unless it is stated in my notes that the reader is black, chubby, skinny, etc. then i write as that. but if you read most of my fics there's not really an indication of the reader's race.
so with this blog and through my writing i want to show all writers that you don't have to describe what the reader looks like. that there are ways to avoid describing the reader and to have the reader feel included. inclusivity is my goal here on this site. as someone who is multifandom, i want to bring something to the table and maybe make a change.
to end this all off bc damn this is getting TOO DAMN LONGGG i want to say to all of my followers thank you so much for following me. times have been hard for me, but you know seeing that i have ppl who love my content and my writing makes me happy. honestly it is getting me motivated to get back to writing more again. i hope to give you guys more content, and better up my writing skills in the future. please stick around for more! again thank you babes! i love you all so much!!
♡ with love, demie !
#demon slayer#marvel#mcu#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev#anime#fandoms#demiesworld#demies rambles#hantengu clones
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⭒ incoming!!! new fanfic tumblr acc!! this is me grabbing ur attention so read this pls!! ⭒
so im ngl im NOT a good writer and im writing on here mainly for practice... also to show appreciation to my favorite fandoms. i used to write on wattpad which was an... era, to say the least. anyways... ig ill introduce myself and then do my lil ol' fandom list and rules ykyk? also im writing this on mobile so if the formatting looks bad on pc then like. oopsie poopsie in my defense
ab me!
soooo hii im mako :)) i go by she/her pronouns and i rlly love things like gaming, comics, shopping, music, baking/cooking, and CATS! obviously mako isn't my real name even tho that'd be cool asl... but i think mako sharks are super cute so it works!! ok next i think i should do like. a fandoms i write for list and then rules? sounds right? right? also i just gotta get it out there that i LOVE the spacing on here!
fandoms!
im ngl im a huge nerd and love a LOTTTT of fandoms! obvi i won't write for every single one ever... butttt these are the ones i will write for! these will be updated and ill make a separate post announcing what fandoms i add/take off <3 also theres wayy to many characters in my fandoms to say who i will and wont write so just send in ur request and yk if i turn u down cuz i dont wanna write for that character oopsie sorry hon
dc comics
dead by daylight
invincible
marvel comics
overwatch
rules!
honestly these rules r gonna SUCK for some of yall and im sorry but im very specific ab what i will and wont write oopsie poopsie okay
no crack fics! im not funny and half the time i dont find crack fics funny. also have u ever seen a crack fic that aged well??
no smut!! digital footprint guys!!! ill write like, dirty jokes or wtvr cuz im stupid and immature but im not writing straight up p in v oiled up booty sex okay
no matchmaking, song figs, hcs, etc. i just dont find them fun to do...
no very overly specific requests!! im sorry babe but im not gonna write 'spiderman reacting to reader being a demon princess half fish goth' like ily but no!
no gender, race, sexuality specific requests. i want my writing to be inclusive for everyoneee!!! unless im writing sm for myself, imma use they/them prns and stuff like that etc etc yk??
no requests w no specifications! im sorry but im not going to know what to do when u say 'anything w ghostface pls :)' like it doesnt even have to be super detailed just like a little 'hi could u pls write ghostface teasing his shy bestfriend' I WOULD ACCEPT THAT AND WRITE THAT PLS YALL WORK W ME HERE
if ur gonna be rude and annoying then imma just ignore u... like i have things to do and i cant spend all my time on tumblr writing things for free sorry i heart yall tho
on the topic of that be patient!! i have things to do and places to be
if ur homophobic, transphobic, a terf, or anything weird or gross just leave in advance i dont want u here bye bye
i dont feel comfortable writing ab stuff like suicide, self harm, etc. mental health is scary and i would NOT portray it right mb oopsie
when i get a few works up, ill start a masterlist!! also this is prob just going to be a writing acc cuz i have a diff/main acc so dont expect any like. reposts, follow backs, or likes from this acc cuz im probly nottt gonna be scrolling on here just writing. heart u guys pls send requests im sooo bored
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hi fang!!
i apologise if this is something u get asked often, but ur writing is most definitely my favourite to consume and ive never felt feelings the way i do when i read anything you've written, and was wondering if you have (or have already posted) any writing tips that u could give me?
reading your creations for so long has honestly really inspired me to write too but i have no idea where to start in terms of anything. i've never attempted to write before, i've always been more of a reader, but if i could make anything even close to what you do for beloved characters and fandoms then it would make me so so so happy.
if you need me to be more specific about what i'm having trouble with i could try and narrow it down but honestly everything is pretty accurate T-T
anyways thank u for posting everything u do, i am eternally grateful! at this point im conditioned to get excited every time im scrolling on dash and see the green katsuki pfp <3 hope ur 8 hours wherever u are isnt too perilous >:(
this made my lower lip tremble how could u think so highly of lil ol me.... im very glad my writing could invoke such feelings you!! enough so to even inspire like how huge is that... im a very unpolished and messy writer by nature so im extra moved when people are kind to me about this kind of thing. like.. ough. i have moved u... what a world...
i dont know if i have any good writing advice to give you!! im very clumsy in my own writing. here is some advice i have given people before
my biggest piece of writing advice is stop worrying about it and do everything lightly. i think there is a lot of pressure and expectation on people who are trying their hand at any creative thing to hit a point of being objectively good. im a huge perfectionist in my normal life - but because of that, i always miss out things i could actually do. being that caught up on the details made it so that i never actually tried at anything
a lot of my writing has typing errors and things i could do better but i have to intentionally allow myself that grace because if i don't - i would've never finished a piece of writing in the first place. i only get better if i write and i only write if im not so caught up on the details. there is always going to be a learning curve. im always going to look back at old writing and wince a little at all the things i can do better.
but at the time, i had the confidence to put that out into the world. now that its out, i can look at myself critically. posting for me is a way of holding myself accountable if that makes sense. everyones already seen the flawed version, so there's no longer any reason to not improve or be embarrassed. its also why i dont delete fics even when i hate them later. there was one person who liked the cringe worthy sincere aspect of me. how nice would it be if i could make something even better than that.
writing can be anything you want. it can be the most important thing you've ever done or the thing you do on the bus ride home. it can change your life or you can forget about it the very next day. its yours. your voice is always all yours.
but you it can never be anything to you if you don't just give it your most honest try. do everything very lightly. pick an idea, map out a beginning middle and end, and write a story.
more practically - it will help immensely for you to observe the way other people write first. try to read critically instead of for enjoyment and see what you like. what inspires you? a persons flow, diction, dialogue? and emulate that in your own way. when you start your voice will not be much more than a mish-mash of all the things you love and that's okay. that's what all writers with very distinct voice tend to do anyways.
i know it seems counter intuitive and pointless to stress but really - the best thing you can do for yourself when it comes to writing is just sitting down and giving it a try. pick any idea, plot out a simple 3 point beginning middle and end, and just see what you can do. you can be critical and edit as much as you want after. just get it down on paper first the best you can and don't worry yourself sick over each sentence or nothing will ever get written
i can try and give you more practical advice if you let me know what you need!! ive given writing advice before but im very under qualified for that i fear. even so i hope it helps you a little to give it a shot. i know it sucks to hear u just have to try and see but it rlly is true
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calx’s experiments #1 poll/voting results!
this will include the voting results, and responding to suggestions & messages. if you'd like to know about my plans for my future works/smaus, kindly view this post!
NOTE this is a long one since i'd be voicing out my thoughts!
APOLOGIES, this took so long to be posted. i'm kinda busy this week but i want to publish the kazuha smau asap (prolly the first/second week of august) sooo thank you for your patience!
ー GFORM VOTING RESULTS!
✧ SMAU
i didn't need to add the gform and tumblr voting to know who wins LOL. obviously, kazuha smau is the winner LMFAO see this post if you'd like to see what to expect in "MIXED SIGNALS" since changes have been made, but don't worry because the concept remains the same!
two worlds apart!!!!! this ayato smau is my fave concept actually, but unfortunately i don't have much in my mind right now except for the conflict and stuff lol. i thought this would be the second most voted one but the concept preview was boring so i expected this too SHFUASHFUA
i honestly did not expect that a lot would like zhongli's one ("Professors of Love") because honestly, i didn't even think about it lol. i just thought the light-hearted concept would be cute but that's it, i did not have any future plans LMAO. but seeing as a lot would be looking forward to it, then i guess i'd be doing something about it :)
as for albedo's; first of all, OH MY GOD GUYS WHAT???? I've thought of the stupidest cringest (can't deny its cute tho) concept ever (chemistry was also a last-minute addition like "professors of love") and you guys liked it???? HAHAHA anyway, i didn't really expect THAT much would vote for it. i'm honestly surprised in a good way.
i'm sad because... love experiment (xingqiu's) was actually the first one that I've started thinking of the concept (i also outlined it a bit already before thinking about the other's concepts), and only a few voted for it but it's ok i still love you all :'D thank you to those who voted tho mwa <3
✧ TAGALOG VERSION
even though majority did not vote for "yes" i'd still be making a tagalog version for the kazuha smau. if you'd like to know why, you can see this post about my plans for my future works!!
✧ GN!READER or FEM!READER?
since the voting was almost in half (24 for gn and 21 for fem), i'd be taking it into consideration and be making different smau that has gn!reader and fem!reader.
✧ ANGST
okay, for the eleven (11) people, i'm sorry but i love angst.
✧ HUMOR/CRACK
wow!!!! i'm quite surprised. HAHAHAHA ok warning: i'm not funny, good luck dealing with me. >o<
✧ SUGGESTIONS
"this is just a suggestion for the future, not anytime soon! but would you be willing to do a heizou smau?" — hmm, yes, actually! while outlining one of my future smau (kazuha's,, not mixed signal), i have thought of a brilliant (/j) idea
"WE NEED SECOND LEADS" — good luck, anon! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (my future-second kazuha smau is laughing w me)
"Fluff drama and more fluff 😻" — i think we can all deliberately agree that fluff is the best <3
✧ MESSAGES
"have fun writing your next one, whichever it is!!! ps. we love angst (as long as its happy ending bc im a baby) dhjsjfg" — i'd definitely have fun hurting y'all's feelings. AHAHAHA im jk, thank you so much! and don't worry, if ever i make a sad ending, i'd make an alternative happy ending kshfjshfjs
"Whatever you choose to make next, please make sure you're still taking care of yourself and not stressing out. Hehe" — yes, yes, thank you for concern! i hope that you are taking care of yourself too <;3
"Time your time! Don’t rush and make sure to drink water <3" — thank you!! i'd try not to rush it (since school is starting in august for me) so the output that i'll be publishing would still be good. thank you again!!!
"lighthearted stories are fun !! i love reading angst but sometimes we just need a nice happy/funny story yk?" — i absolutely agree! sometimes we all need something fun and cute especially when we feel down. therefore, i would be nice to all of you and make the kazuha smau funny (debatable) lmao
"pls no angst. i’m reading another scara smau as well and IM GONNA CRY" — i'm sorry
"I am desperate for some unhealthy amount of angsty 💔💔" — i gotchu
"they all sound really interesting (tho I do like the concept of the zhongli one more as I do like the teacher au's) but I am sure that which ever one it is that will be made (first, if you plan to make more of them) will be just as amazing as "abyssal love" :]]" — i felt pressured... just kidding gisfjsjfhjs. first, thank you so much! second, i'd definitely publish "professors of love" just for you <3
thank you so much to all the people who are continuously giving love and support to my works! i love you !!<3
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Hi! I was finally able to catch up to all the chapters of your new fanfiction today because I hadn't had time to read the chapters as you posted them :( I came here to give you my honest and most humble opinion about the story and characters so far
I'm usually swayed by other people's opinion so I've kept myself out of Tumblr so I wouldn't read other reader's opinion about anything before reading it myself (I'll read them after this because I'm so curious to see what everyone thinks)
First of all, let me start by saying I was hooked since the teaser came out and overly excited about everything. The first chapter was amazing from start to finish, you did a really good job setting out the base of the story and I got immediately wary of Hana since I tend to not like the typical main character's girl best friend but I thought "okay let's give her a chance" until she started showing how uninterested she is about her best friend's life and also about Hyunjin.
I'm so sorry I did try to like her but just couldn't. Who the hell breaks up with someone and tells their friends to cut ties with her ex even though her best friends are also best friends with him? It's called selfishness to me. She never really demonstrated so far that she really cares about her friends and it makes me so angry. I kind of miss Yeji now and feel sorry for everything I said about her being a bad friend lol but let's see if Hana will change, I feel hopeful
Anyways, this story feels like a PERFECT plot for a drama, seriously it's that good! The art store, the bowling alley, the diner they usually go to, every place is so familiar now and I can picture everything perfectly in my head. The characters are so relatable, I love Y/n's passion for art and how different she is from her friends, she's truly amazing and I love how she thinks, she is so sweet
Hyun is perfect as always, I wouldn't expect anything else, he's so charming and mature, I get why everyone is obsessed with him (why do I feel like his aunt is someone we know tho hmm)
Felix is my baby, my sweetheart, he's just so sweet and reminds me of one of my friends, he's truly the best friend Y/n deserves, he's always so aware of what's happening and how to make her comfortable, I love that Y/n has someone like him by her side although I wish she would be more open to him and share what she has been feeling, I miss besties scenes :(
Yeonjun surprised me the most of all of them, he seemed like the sweetest soul and so affectionate, I cant wait to see more of him
Honestly, I've been loving slow burn stories lately and I'm glad I'm not as impatient as I was before, cause this is some slow slow burn but I'm enjoying it, I love it
Also, I'm so glad I waited this long cause I had plenty to read today but I'm sad now that I've read the 7 chapters, I'm looking forward to the next chapters and hopefully, I won't miss any of them
hello love, firstly thank you for this beautiful and detailed review. im glad you were hooked since the teaser, and that you liked the first chapter. it took me so long to develop it as i wanted to, because i really wanted to build that world and bring it to life.
i understand why you don’t like hana. making her friends cut off ties with her ex (who was also their friend) is pretty bad indeed, and she hasn’t been showing too much interest in yn’s interests or life.
it makes me very happy that all the places and locations are familiar to you and that you can imagine them well. im a very visual thinker and i see everything in my head like a cute little movie so i try my best to convey that :(
hyun, perfect as always, of course. im glad you also love felix ! i wonder what you feel for him after part 8, and also part 9.
yeonjun indeed is the sweetest and kindest. i love writing him and his relationship to yn so much !
thank you for this review and for loving slowburn 🥺🥺🥺
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— just one kiss
paring. mingyu x reader genre. fluff, humor, dad!gyu wc. 0.4k warning. none
synopsis. where "santa" wants just one kiss from you.
“kiss me.”
“gyu, i love you very much but… those,” you say, pointing at the stupid dandelion weeds hung in the toilet doorway above your heads, “those aren’t mistletoe.”
“i know,” he says, shooting you a toothy smile, “but can’t your husband ask for a kiss?” you roll your eyes and place a quick peck on his cheek, earning a dragged out sigh from him. “a proper one?”
“gyu, you’re literally dressed up as santa right now, i cannot take you seriously.”
“you never take me seriously,” he says dramatically and puckers his lips out, wiggling his eyebrows, expectant of a kiss, “what makes this situation any different?” he mumbles with his lips still puckered, “just one kiss?” he pouts.
you simply stare at his little lips sticking out then remember he’s wearing a white synthetic beard and has about 3 pillows stuffed into his shirt – gosh, he looks absolutely ridiculous, but he’s your ridiculous husband that you decided to marry and plus you may or may not have forced him to dress up as santa. so you somewhat added to his ridiculousness.
“but gyu..." you drag out, "you need to put her presents down.”
“i will… but i need a kiss first.” he brings a finger to his lips, tapping them, “i need fuel to help me down the stairs y'know.”
with a chuckle your hard-to-get facade collapses. you wrap your arms around his neck and share a love-filled kiss underneath the dandelion weeds until a small gasp breaks both of you out of your little bubble.
you turn your head to see your 3 year old with her jaw dropped, eyes wide and her small index fingers pointing at you two.
“minji!” you exclaim, immediately letting of go mingyu, hitting his chest in embarassment then frantically ushering her away from the doorway and back into her room.
you and your husband may have ruined your daughters first christmas she might ever remember.
"do you know santa?" she asks innocently, stopping once you two reach her room, her big doe eyes staring at you.
panic (and somewhat guilt?) settles within you, is there a right answer to this? they didn't write about this in the: 'christmas with your family!' book you bought this year.
"um... yes." you reply, smiling as you nod your head with faux confidence, "of course i do."
"oh..." she replies nodding her head, a look of disbelief plastered all over her small face. "well... he looks a lot like daddy."
well damn it.
thank you for reading until the end!!
a/n. this fic is a christmas present to mingyu's wife @onlyyjeonghan or @yoonsdoll, this fic is litterally her life, i swear have proof, i saw mingyu dressed as santa. ANYWAYS! i honestly missed my husband fics :( it's christmas eve night where i live so if ur wondering why im posting at an odd time, well thats why. merry christmas everyone!!
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Hii!! I would love to request for a shy reader how would them react if reader is poisoned/phisically hurt
The request would be for Guren,Shinya and Crowley and Kureto
Thank you :3
Hiii!! Long time no see,I can hardly wait for some of your new requests because they're so fun to make and relaxing !!💕
(secretly waiting for more requests from you guys hehe)
Also @scarlettqueensworld I only made those with a s/o that was poisoned but feel free to request anytime for the physically hurt if necessary!!!
Also check my Pinned Post because there I have a list with what I write for!!💖💖💖
💖 Guren,Shinya,Kureto and Crowley with a shy s/o that was poisoned 💖
💖 Guren Ichinose 💖
-Im not a Guren simp but this scene makes me think otherwise and I am scared of what I might do
-ahem anyways
-I honestly think that Guren thinks you can do well with poison and this stuff
-and of course if his expectations are like that, then you must be really powerful and he does not need to worry
💖 Shinya Hiiragi 💖
-i put this GIF because he would ask Guren to hunt down the person that poisoned you
-he does not want to torture the bastard that poisoned you alone, he needs someone to assist him in torturing someone, so he approaches Guren
-he does not want to kill that person, but he wants to torture them so bad
-like how could someone be so stupid to posion his beloved s/o??
💖 Kureto Hiiragi 💖
-so yeah umm....with Kureto it isn't complicated at all
-like he just wants one thing:
-to KILL that person
-and thats it...end of the story
-he does not wanna hear any excuses from that person or anything
-anyone who hurts and poisons his darling is dead
💖 Crowley Eusford 💖
-ahh this vampire mannn
-he enjoys torturing whoever poisoned you because he thinks its funny how someone dared to poison his little darling
-would make you voice recordings on how that person screams because he thinks that it will make you happy to hear those sounds
-its just in his nature to be like this when someone hurts his s/o
#guren ichinose#mikayuu#ons#seraph of the end#mikaela hyakuya#headcanons#owari no serafu#akane aoi#ferid bathory#mika hyakuya#yuichiro amane#yuichiro hyakuya#kureto hiragi#shinoa hiiragi#shikama doji#shinya hiragi#guren x reader#ons guren#guren no yumiya#ca16#mahiru hiiragi#ichinose guren#kureto hiragi x reader#kureto headcanons#shinya headcanons#guren headcanons#guren squad#guren x shinya#gureshin#catastrophe at sixteen
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