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cerealmonster15 · 5 months

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Kalim and the Great Relationship Rescue [Twst] [Kalisil + Jamiazu]

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Chapter: 1/?

Word count: 1165

Summary: Kalim makes it his mission to help Jamil fix his relationship with Azul - even though Jamil never asked for his help in the first place. He enlists the aid of his trusted friend and classmate, Silver, as well as their fellow schoolmates, to ensure success. After all, the chilling tension between Jamil and Azul is really throwing off everyone else's mood, so something has GOT to change, and fast. Surely the power of persistent friendship and the minds of several devious teenagers coming together can lead them to success… Right?

“Hey, Floyd! You guys have a basketball game tonight, right?”

“Sure do! Why? Don’t tell me Sea Snakey forgot to tell ya?”

Silence.

“...Hellooo?” Floyd called through the phone. “Sea Otter? You drop the phone in the toilet or somethin’?”

“No, no, sorry! I’m here… it’s just, uh… I think Jamil’s a bit…”

Kalim paused and looked over at where Jamil was laying in a prone position on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow, face buried inside, muffling his voice as he let out a frustrated scream.

“...Stressed?”

Kalim could hear Floyd’s amused laughter in response on the other end of the line. “Hey, maybe he’ll make more interesting plays tonight with that kind of energy on the court, hehe…”

Maybe Floyd was right. Maybe basketball would be a good distraction for Jamil right now! It was a physical outlet - and dancing always made both of them feel better, so surely basketball would have a similar effect. Maybe all Jamil needed was to play a really intense game with his supportive teammates, and he’d cheer up.

“Yeah, good point! I look forward to seeing you guys play. Are Jade and Azul comi-?”

Kalim’s question was abruptly cut off by another loud, angry, and strange combination between a sob and a shriek from Jamil against his pillow.

“Oh! Uh,” Kalim moved the phone away from his mouth and frantically turned around. “Sorry, Jamil! I was just asking Floyd about your basketball game tonight. You’re… still going, right?”

Jamil only responded with more muffled screams.

Kalim took that as his cue to leave, quickly hopping up from the edge of the bed and scooting towards the door. “Okay! I’m gonna let you have some alone time, and… Um, I'll come get you when it’s time to go to the game, alright?”

“Just GO!” Jamil shouted, lifting his head just long enough to get those words out before immediately flopping his face back down and resuming his wails of disgruntled anguish.

“Right! Got it! See you later!”

Kalim hurried the rest of the way out of the room and shut the door behind him. He sighed, and put the phone back to his ear.

“Sorry about that, Floyd. Are you still there?”

Floyd, again, responded with laughter.

“Sure am! Sounds like Sea Snakey’s definitely gonna play an interesting game. I’m gettin’ fired up just thinkin’ about it!”

Kalim sighed. “Man, I really hope it helps him feel better… How’s Azul holding up…?”

“Oh, terribly. But what else is new, right?'' Floyd said, though he did not sound particularly concerned about the matter. “I mean, he’s insistin’ it’s fine and all, but he’s an awful liar when it comes to feelings - especially feelings about Sea Snakey. He keeps pretending to be busy and holing himself up in his office, snappin’ at people that bother him too much.”

Kalim made his way down the hall and into his own room, flopping down onto his back on his own bed. “Oh no, really? That’s awful!”

“Ehh, he ain’t actin’ super different from regular cranky Azul, really. Probably most of the Mostro Lounge employees wouldn’t be able to tell the difference when he’s in ‘business mode’ on the clock. Me ‘n Jade see right through him, obviously.”

Kalim sighed and started fidgeting with the corner of one of the many pillows covering his bed. “Well, at least you and Jade are there to support him…”

“Heh, sure.”

A door could be heard opening on Floyd’s end, followed by what sounded like Jade’s voice.

“M’kay, I gotta run, Sea Otter. Jade and I’ll try and pull Azul out of his wallowing to the game tonight, but no promises!”

“Yeah, alright… See you later, Floyd!”

The line clicked and went quiet, and Kalim rolled over on his stomach to open his texts. He scrolled through the long list of conversations he’d had throughout the day, and tapped Silver’s name.

Hi silver! Wanna come to the basketball game w/me later? You can come over 2 my dorm and hang out til then if ur not busy!

Silver texted back a few minutes later.

Okay. I will be there in a few minutes.

Kalim’s face brightened, a feeling of relief washing over him at Silver’s prompt reply. He didn’t know who else would be at the basketball game, but at least he could count on Silver to keep him company in the stands.

Moments after sending the text, Silver arrived at Kalim’s room and took a seat beside him on the edge of the bed.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Silver!” Kalim exclaimed, rolling over to face Silver with a distressed pout. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do about Jamil!”

“Is he still having a hard time with his and Azul’s breakup?” Silver asked, straightforward as ever.

“Yes!” Kalim wailed. “He’s completely miserable, but he doesn’t ever want to talk about it when I bring it up, so I just don’t know what to do to help!”

“Perhaps he needs more time,” Silver lightly suggested. “I imagine heartbreak is not an easy thing to experience. My father often says that ‘time heals all wounds,’ after all.”

“Maybe…” Kalim sat back up and scooted over beside Silver. “I just want to help him feel better sooner, yknow?!”

Silver nodded in silent understanding.

“They were so in love…” Kalim continued. “Jamil smiled more after you all came back from that trip to Fleur City… More than I’d seen him smile in years. And… And I refuse to believe it’s truly over!”

Kalim stood up, followed by a confused Silver.

“What do you mean?”

“I think there’s still hope! And I think they’re still in love!”

Silver tilted his head. “Really? But then why would they break up?”

“I… don’t know!” Kalim sighed, furrowing his eyebrows. “But I do know it has to be a mistake. I think if they just gave each other a chance to talk it out, they’d understand each other better. Then maybe they could make up!”

Kalim headed to the door, Silver following behind.

“I have to find a way to help them. I don’t know how, but… Jamil is my best friend!” He glanced down with a sullen expression and sighed again. “I owe it to him to try and help him find that happiness again…”

Silver nodded again. “That is a noble cause, and really nice of you, Kalim. I’ll help you however I can.”

“Really!?” Kalim halted his stride to turn and face Silver, eyes wide.

“Yes. Jamil and Azul are our friends. I don’t want to stand by and watch our companions suffer if there’s something we can do to lessen their anguish, and you would know better than anyone if there was a way to help Jamil. I trust your judgment.”

Kalim’s face relaxed into relief and delight. “Oh, I’m so glad…Thank you, Silver! I don’t have a plan yet, but I’m sure you and I can figure something out between the two of us!”

Really, how hard could it be?

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamiazu #kalisil #kalim al asim #silver twst #jamil viper #uhh. azuls not in this chapter yet lol #whawtever thats enough tags #cereal writes #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ok bye #more info in the ao3 links' notes 🏃

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velvetthetrashmammal · 1 year

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Okay so I’ve been in a big Pokemon (specifically Mystery Dungeon) mood so I’ve been listening to the Pokemon anime OPs and fuck it I wanna talk about each one and give my silly little thoughts. They’re in order of release just in case you don’t recognize the names.

Indigo League: Bro it’s fucking Indigo League that shit’s classic for a reason. It hasn’t aged a DAY it goes hard and if you say otherwise we literally cannot be friends anymore I’m sorry. Also it has an extended version which is more of the same vibe but like... It’s like getting more good food. Same flavor but MORE. Orange Island: Honestly underrated in my opinion. It kinda gives off a celebratory vibe? Like everyone ate up Indigo League so much that the Orange Island OP is just the team cheering themselves on. Feels very grand and epic in a way. I like it! Johto Journeys: Bruhhhhhh this song is so good. Not my favorite but GOD it’s up there. It has just such a positive energy and I can’t help but just STIM the life out of me when I hear this. It also leans back on the motif of “Gotta catch ‘em all!” the first OP had so I think that’s just kinda cute. Johto League Champions: THIS SONG IS PEAK HOLY SHIT THE FUCKING INTRO THING I DUNNO ANYTHING ABOUT MUSIC SO I DUNNO THE WORD FOR IT BUT GOD THIS IS LITERALLY HYPE CONDENSED INTO A FUCKING MP4 FILE THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE??? Master Quest: This has a mix of being peak hype, sounding like the cheesiest and corniest shit, and also being the intro song of my favorite Pokemon movie. It’s so good! Not as good at invoking the emotions like Johto League but it’s close! Advanced: This kinda has a really good vibe. It feels like the series is growing with it’s audience a bit and is trying really hard to be “cool” and is honestly succeeding really well. I appreciate the vibes behind this. Also “There’s a hero buried deep inside” I know they mean emotionally but my brain can’t help but go “Bro dig him out??? Can he breathe???” Advanced Challenge: Hmmm, I like it allot. It does lean into a cool “epic” aesthetic. But I don’t have any thoughts past that? It’s just good. lol Advanced Battle: BRO HOLY SHIT, THE ONLY TRUE WAY TO LISTEN TO THIS IS MAX VOLUME! IT’S SO GOOD okay okay no but for real though godddd this is peak Pokemon OP! I have no fucking real thoughts just LISTEN TO IT NOW I DEMAND YOU Battle Frontier: This is pretty good, I do find the lyrics “If you’re strong, you’ll survive, and you’ll keep your dreams alive!” and “It’s the master plan!” kinda... Hello??? Is this weird or am I overly analyzing it? Probably both. lol Diamond and Pearl: I may have not found this season interesting but the second I heard this OP I was READY for PEAK. This song has such a POWERFUL energy that felt like I was about to FIGHT GOD DP Battle Dimension: Ehh, I’m very mixed on this. Some parts feel like a theme you’d hear during a fun adventure (and the focus on the friendship of the cast was nice) but it also lacks a real energy I enjoy from the Pokemon OPs. DP Galactic Battles: This song genuinely sounds like the end of the series. Like a beautiful swansong! Almost as if they wanted Pokemon to end with a beautiful send off. Besides that it’s genuinely fantastic and I come back to Galactic Battles’ OP allot! Sinnoh League Victors: I’m gonna be honest it’s like... Okay? It’s kinda middling at best. It sure exists you know? Black & White: The time I hopped back onto the Pokemon anime since it was back to airing on Cartoon Network! I like this one! The start is a bit too slow for my tastes since I prefer the hype but hey when it gets there it really gets there! BW Rival Destinies: I dropped off the show again during this time. It’s pretty alright, I prefer the Black & White OP though, this feels like it doesn’t have the same energy as the previous one. It’s focus on the friendship aspects does add a bit though! BW Adventures in Unova: It sure exists. It takes so long to really get to the punchy parts of the Pokemon aesthetics. I do like it’s focus on the fact that Ash has come so far and stuff. Overall I don’t really care for it. XY: After dropping off I came back for XY and honestly after so long after Indigo League hearing them essentially come back to that original theme with a twist was amazing! This OP goes hard and high-key so did this season. I recommend XY allot! XY Kalos Quest: It takes so much build up to the good stuff BUT GOD IS THE WAIT WORTH IT! I THINK THIS IS MY FAVORITE OUT OF EVERY OP SERIOUSLY IT’S SO GOOD! I cannot recommend listening to this enough, it’s full of so much life and energy! XYZ: Again, dropped the show. So I have no nostalgia for this. All in all though I kinda like it. Not enough to sing it’s praises from the rooftops but enough to give it a listen every once in a while. It’s mostly just not my vibe. Sun & Moon: IT SOUNDS LIKE THAT SHITTY BEACHSIDE TRACK FROM SONIC LOST WORLD IT INCITES ANGER AND HATRED IN MY HEART Sun & Moon Ultra Adventures: This sounds like the kind of song someone would blast out their car with the windows down and make me wanna throw a rock through their window, pass. Sun & Moon Ultra Legends: Better than the previous two OPs so... Good? Journeys The Series: Woo, back to the kind of energy I come to Pokemon OPs for!!! I have yet to watch Journeys but boy howdy this is a nice bouncy vibe! Master Journeys: Oh shit sorry I accidentally put on my Hatsune Miku music oops (not bad but... Not the vibe I want?) Ultimate Journeys: Way different vibes from basically all the other OPs but honestly I kinda vibe with this. Not what I expect but still something fitting. I wrote all these in a single listening session AS I WAS LISTENING TO THEM so uhhhhhhhhh hope you enjoyed? (Maybe I’ll make a tier list of them? Who knows.)

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httpdabi · 3 years

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The Game

Genre: Smut

Summary: Playing a game made for couples with your best friend wasn’t such a bright idea. Or was it ?

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ (Minors, leave me and my blog alone), spanking, mention of daddy kink, cream pie, rough, dom!Dabi, praising

,, Can you hurry up already ? ‘’ Touya yelled from the living room as you were getting ready. ,, We are only going to buy groceries, we ain’t going to Met Gala for fucks sake’’ he hissed, once he realised that you ain’t answering him.

,, Give me a second’’ you screamed, as you were putting on your mascara carefully.

,, I gave you a whole fucking hour, woman’’ Touya snapped back, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to stress around a bit. Thinking about it, the two of you looked like married couple, yet you were nothing more than two best friends and roommates.

Once you were done, you made your way toward the shopping center that wasn’t that far away from your apartment. There wasn’t any specific reason the two of you were going there, you only needed some groceries to get, and you could literally get that in the store near your apartment. But the two of you decided to go out a bit, since both of you were pretty much focused on the studies last few days.

You and Touya know each other since you were little kids. Your mother and Rei were childhood best friends, so you and Touya grew up together. It was one of those forced friendships, that would have some huge development later on. As you were getting older, you started realising that you actually liked spending your time with him.

,, I hate this.. When I have money, there is nothing nice to buy, but when I’m broke as fuck, every dress is looking beautiful’’ you rolled your eyes disappointedly. Every time you don’t have much money, the stores around are having such a beautiful collections.

Of course, being your best friend, Touya always bought you clothes you had your eyes on, as a small surprise after you had a long and hard day at uni. You really loved him. Not only because of that, but simply for being him. Everyone knew how damn grateful you were for having him and your life and you really never tried to hide that.

,, Let’s go see if they have some board games, maybe we can buy something and play tonight’’ Touya suggested, grabbing your hand as he took the lead. Every time Touya would hold your hand, your heart would skip a beat. Probably because of the fact that you had one big and fat crush on your best friend.

You were not sure when did it start. Maybe when he pierced his nose, or when people started thinking that the two of you are couple, or maybe the feeling was always there, but you kept it somewhere buried in your mind. Hiding it from everyone and especially from him.

,, Oh, I always wanted to play thing game’’ Touya said, holding a small, black package in his hands. You tried to grab it away from him, but unsuccessfully.

,, What is it ? Show me’’ You squeaked excitedly, hoping it’s something fun.

,, It’s Drunk in love’’ He said, waving the small package in the air. Confusion and jealousy washed over you as you looked at the back of the package. You’ve heard about that game, it’s one for couples.

,, Should we buy it ? I really want to play it’’ He asked. Only confusion was left in your body once he asked you that.

,, Isn’t that a game for couples ?’’ You asked him back.

,, Yeah, but it really isn’t something special, after all everyone is mistaking us for couple, so i don’t see a problem here’’ Touya said, winking at you. ,, Unless you are scared’’ he added fast. You knew that he was just trying to tease you a bit, it was how he always got things his way.

,, You know very well that I ain’t scared. But Touya, that’s not something we should play’’ you said honestly. Sure you would love to play that with him, but you didn’t know what kind of game that really is, so it gave you mixed feelings.

,, Trust me, the game is not a big deal. It’s just fun.’’ He said, looking down at you, hoping you’ll agree with his suggestion. ,, Trust me doll’’ he repeated, and the moment you let a deep breath out and rolled your eyes, Touya knew that he won, making his way to the cashier immediately.

,, Let’s buy something to drink at least’’ you said, hoping that the game won’t be so bad at the end.

,, We have to, it’s a drinking game anyway’’ Touya laughed, placing one arm around you, as the two of you walked to the store with alcohol.

The two of you bought a bottle of vodka, before you made your way home. Not wasting any time, Touya helped you put the groceries in the fridge, before he opened the small package. He took two small glasses for shots, and placed them beside the deck of cards that were already on the table in the living room.

You took two normal glasses and orange juice, in case the vodka might be too much. Touya was already waiting for you, searching for some music on YouTube, as he sat on the floor.

,,Here’’ Touya offered you a cigarette, once you sat on the other side, placing one pillow under your ass. You gladly accepted the cigarette, as you enjoyed the music he found.

The two of you drank few shots of vodka, before you started to play. You weren’t sure what to expect of that game, but if you were being honest, the alcohol was helping you, even tho it was just a little bit.

,, Imma go first’’ Touya said, taking one card. ,, Describe your worst hookup ever or drink’’ he read it out lout. Okay, that wasn’t something so bad, after all, you’ve already talked about it with him.

,, Ehh, that one time I slept with Kai.’’ You said rolling your eyes as you thought about it.

,,Ah, that time when you though he’s still fingering you ?’’ Touya asked, laughing a bit.

,, Yes Touya, his dick was that small’’ You laughed, feeling a little bit more comfy about the stupid game. ,, My turn’’ you added, taking one card.

,, Reveal your biggest sexual fantasy or drink’’ You read it excitedly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

,, Yeah, no’’ Touya laughed, taking a shot without thinking twice, leaving you all disappointed. ,, Pull another one’’ Touya said, closing his eyes because of the strong taste of the alcohol.

,, Give your parter a piggy back ride around the room or drink’’ a big smile formed on your face as you read the sentence.

,, Easy peasy’’ Touya commented, standing up. The moment he turned around, giving you a sign to hop on his back, you did it. The two of you looked like children, running around the apartment like crazy.

,, Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm’’ Touya said, placing the card on the table. Of course you had to drink, thanking God you didn’t have to take a shot for every orgasm you faked.

Card after card, and shot after shot, the two of you were getting tipsier and the cards were getting spicier.

,, Blindfold your partner and make them guess which body part they’re touching or drink’’ Touya read the sentence, glad he was the one who found it first. ,, Yeah, you gonna chicken out ‘’ he teased.

,, Shut up and close your eyes’’ You said thinking about what part you should let him touch. Everything was way too easy to guess. At one point you were almost sure that there was a typo on the card, and that you should touch yourself and he should guess which part, but Touya was 100% sure that he was supposed to touch you.

Taking his hands, you decided that it would be the best if he would touch your collar and breast bones. At your surprise, he was tracing his fingers lightly over your skin, furrowing his eyebrows confusingly as he tried to understand what part of your body he’s touching.

,, Collarbones’’ He said opening his eyes immediately. ,, Ok, you’ve lost, drink’’ he commanded with a smirk on his face, as he took another card.

,, Take one article of clothing or drink’’ Touya placed the card on the table, leaning back onto the lower part of your couch. When he took of his shirt, showing of his perfectly toned body covered with various different tattoos, you realised that the card was referring to both of you. Since your shirt was a bit oversized, you decided to take of your pants.

Trying to ignore the small situation you found yourself in, you took another card fast.

,, Let your partner spank you or drink’’ you read it confusedly, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. Once you understood, you started shaking your head in disbelief, following with one loud laugh. What the fuck did you get yourself into ?

,, Come on doll, come to daddy ‘’ Touya joked, spreading his arms over the couch, as you took the shot of vodka anyway, before you made your way toward him.

Not giving you much time, Touya pulled you down, bending you over his lap. ,, You have no idea how much I wanted to do this’’ He confessed, as he pulled your shirt just enough to show your ass. You couldn’t even focus on his small confession, since you were trying to prepare yourself on the upcoming spanks.

Instead of spanking you, Touya decided to take his time with you, tracing his fingers over your hips and playing with the ends of your panties, pulling them up, forming a thong with them. You were glad that some alcohol was in your system, because you were pretty sure that sober you would never survive that.

,, Now doll, be a good girl and take every single spank for daddy’’ Touya whispered, before he connected his palm with your ass cheek, making you yelp in pain. With every spank he gave you, the pain was getting intenser. But you didn’t mind, after all, isn’t that what you wished for ?

,, Such a good Girl’’ He prised, caressing the red marks he left over your ass. Once you got back on the other side of the table, both you and him started laughing hysterically.

,, Lick your partner below the waist or finish your drink’’ Touya said, smirking widely once again. ,, There’s no way I’m finishing this drink’’ He added, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward him.Touya pushed up on the couch, as he started licking your legs slowly.

You couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. Both of you half naked, playing some overly sexual game, which led him to licking your legs. You weren’t sure what was driving you more crazy, him licking your legs or his erection that was showing under his grey sweatpants.

Touya placed his hand on your tight, giving in one strong squeeze as he was placing wet kisses on your right inner tight. You could feel his lips getting closer and closer to your private parts, but you didn’t dare to say anything.

,, Wanna know what my fantasy is ?’’ Touya asked, kissing and biting onto the skin around your panties. All you could do is nod your head quietly, lost under his touch and soft kisses.

,, You, you are my biggest fantasy. I want to have you all for myself’’ Touya said hovering over you. ,, I want you to be mine’’ he added, looking you directly in the eyes, before he started leaving soft kisses all over your face.

,, Wanna be mine ? Just you and me doll’’ He asked, biting your lip.

,, Yes’’ You answered him so fast. Fuck yes you want to be his, He didn’t even have to ask you that, you were always his.

Once he heard you say that, Touya pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his hard dick jump straight up. Not breaking the kiss, he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your entrance.

,, Doll, tell me if I’m too rought’’ He said, entering you slowly while he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites. You couldn’t manage to give him a proper answer, hoping that simply nodding your head was understandable enough.

Once he was fully inside of you, he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started rocking his hips into you. He wasn’t doing it slow, and the position you were in wasn’t the most comfortable one, but you didn’t care about that. All you could think of was the pleasure he was giving you at the moment, mixed with pain.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you recklessly, breathing into your neck as his moves were getting stronger and stronger.

,, So tight for me’’ Touya groaned, enjoying the warm feeling your walls were giving him. It felt like you were made just for him. Placing one hand on your hip, and other one on the edge of the couch, he increased his speed, fucking you stronger and deeper than before. With every move he made, he was hitting your g spot, making you moan louder and louder. You were pretty sure that your neighbours were able to hear the two of you, but none of you gave a single fuck.

Both of you were about to cum. His groans were getting louder, and he was fucking you ever harder, while your walls were getting tighter and tighter around him, making it even more enjoyable for him.

,, You can cum inside’’ You managed to say somehow, moaning his name and squeezing your eyes shut once you reached your high.

,, I was planning to ’’ He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, making it even better for you. After few thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into you. Moving few more times as he made sure to fill you nice and good, not wasting a single drop of his sperm. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, fighting for his breath.

,, I love you so much Doll’’ he said, connecting his lips with your own.

,, I love you too’’ You answered him, smiling widely into the kiss.

That night he took care of you, cleaning you, and taking you to his room, making sure that you are alright and that he didn’t hurt you. That night he made sure to clear some things out, he made sure that you wouldn’t think this was some sort of misunderstanding. Telling you how he actually always wanted to ask you out, and how that game was just a chance for him to get him where he is now. With you in his bed, locked between his arms.

That night you understood that your crush was never one sided, and that you were the reason why your best friend never dated anyone else.

Who would have thought that such a dirty game could bring people together ? Would lead them to confessing to each other. You sure didn’t think so, yet there you are, instead of daydreaming about it, you are enjoying the warmth of your best friend, roommate and lover.

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kuroimarzipan · 2 years

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FFXIV Black OC Week Day 2: “Who are their friends and family?”

“It’s good of ye t’always be visiting yer sister like this between yer adventures, but why don’t ye ever bring any of yer scion friends along? D’they not want t’see me cause I ‘ent join their little club too? I live right next to the beach n’ everything, ye’d think at least one of ‘em’d be keen.”

“I mean, at least two of them can’t swim, but that’s not why! Y’know most of them are scholarly types... They’re all over the place now looking into something or the other...“

“Aye, that’s true. Even me bleedin’ wife is too busy in Mor Dhona with Tataru t’come home n’ share a good meal late-- wait, who can’t fuckin’ swim?”

“Alphinaud... and Urianger, actually. Back when we were on the First, Urianger actually tried to cast a spell to walk on water instead, and well... It didn’t exactly work. Fell right in. Plop!”

“Bahahahah! And after a show like that, ye still slept with him. Wow.”

“Roeh!”

“What, I ‘ent wrong! Ye got weird taste in men, Niuwyb.”

“Like you can talk! Last I saw Curious Gorge, your girlfriend had just about sent him flying a malm high for some reason or another.”

“...Ye got me there. Well, they’re jus’ like that, y’know. Ehh... How ‘bout the other scions, then? Th’ lil’ lalafellin woman with that yellow coat? Coulda invited her.”

“Krile? She’s working with G’raha back in Sharlayan to rebuild the Students of Baldesion. She likes a good gossip over tea every now and then, but she’s had her hands full lately... G’raha too, before you ask.”

“The redhead miqo’te that’s keen on ye? Damn, I woulda poked fun at him fer it too.”

“I’d call that a bullet dodged for him, then.”

“Hah! Hrm, if those two’re busy... What about Thancred? I’ll never forget th’ day I came by after th’ mess with Leviathan and th’ man was surrounded. Bleedin’ hilarious, that was! I’d been meanin’ ter take him along drinkin’ again sometime.”

“He’s out in Labyrinthos with Urianger, helping out the Lopporits. So, unless you want your house full of them, it might have to wait...”

“I mean...”

“No.”

“Aye, fair... And the twins? Yer about t’ tell me they’re halfway ‘cross th’ world, ‘ent ye.”

“Funny you should say that! They actually returned to Garlemald to assist in recovery efforts. So, literally halfway across the world, yeah.”

“Eh? On purpose? They went back t’ that bleedin’ godsforsaken snowy hell? Ye couldn’t pay me a million gil t’go back there! I did m’job and came right back home!”

“Maybe you shoulda rugged up a bit better? They did tell you it was going to be even colder than Coerthas...”

“Bah. Okay. Twins’re busy. Freezin’ their hindquarters off. How ‘bout Estinien? Surely he’s got nothin’ better t’do.”

“He’s in Thavnair, helping out Vrtra.”

“And he’s prolly melting his arse off! Shouldn’t ye be supervising yer man, though? Heard he’s absolute shite with money.”

“He’ll be fine. I think. Probably.”

“Ye sound so very sure of that... Thal’s balls, I’m runnin’ out of people t’ask about now... Y’shtola? Tell yer girlfriend she should come back n’ visit Limsa Lominsa for old times’ sake!”

“I doubt Shtola’s going anywhere anytime soon... She’s buried in research again over at Matoya’s place. I’m not about to pry her away from that unless it’s something really urgent.”

“Me sister not bringing any of her friends or her lovers t’ visit is urgent! I’m getting bored! All I got right now is bleedin’ paperwork!”

"Is it really that bad? At least it’s not like when most of them were stuck on the First. If I recall, you almost burnt down your kitc--”

“I have no fuckin’ idea what yer on about w' that. Never happened. Yer gonna tell me where Ysayle is now, and we’re not t’speak of that again.”

“Hah! Well, seeing as you’re so insistent! She went with Sandrine and Sonje to Anyx Trine to talk to the dragons about what we saw in Ultima Thule. Sandrine seemed especially insistent on getting info from them, which is unsurprising.”

“Dravania, huh...Y’know what I’m thinkin’? Maybe I should take a holiday too. Been a minute since I was last ‘n Tailfeather. ‘m due for a good fishing trip, and it’ll be good ter see Marcechamp and lil’ Deftarm again.”

“Oh, I ran into Deftarm a while back! He was helping with deliveries for the construction in Ishgard. Working hard, as always.”

“I’m proud of th’ lil’ guy... Went from stealing gysahl greens to bein’ a full fledged adventurer. Awh, shite, I really should visit.”

"Hah, then after all that fuss you made, you’re going to travel too?”

“I weren’t makin’ a fuss, were I? Jus’ bein nosy about yer friends.”

#ffxiv black oc week #ffxiv #roegadyn #roe #niuwyb #6.0 spoilers #i ended up spending a few hrs typing this up and now its too late to edit screenshots so these are just unedited ones lmao #warning im a roleplayer not a writer so this is all just dialogue lol #oh also when i say spoilers i mean yea literally talking about whats going on post msq #honestly i could keep going w this but I GOTS TO SLEEP....

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fahhhhq · 3 years

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Never Say Never - Parte Otto

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (Fem)

WaRnInGs: Fluffy fluff. Explicit imagery. Alcohol. Sexxx. (Don’t read if you’re not mature enough to handle hot and heavy situations😛)

Summary: The connection you and Henry have is indescribable, but when it comes to getting close to someone, running is what you have always done best. But is being with Henry finally going to change the way you view love or will you again run?

Thank You for reading, baby dolls🤍

If you want to read part 1-7, click right hurr

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Henry whispering, “You drive me crazy,” was driving you crazy.

That primitive sexual energy that swirled around you both held you both in a chokehold. The feeling you wished everyone else could experienced once in their life. The urge to be closer together to him, to have him inside you, that was driving you crazy.

“I’m so full,” you say when he kisses you.

He smiles against your lips, “I could take a three-hour nap.”

You pull away a little, “I'm not against that, but first I have to pee like a race-horse.” You pull away and walk away but when you're about to enter the restroom, you look back at him and he’s checking you out from behind, “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Not possible,” he smiles, “But I wont act on it at this moment because we’re too full and the way I want to fuck you won’t be good for any of us.” You blush, hard, and you are thankful he is a bit far from you because you would have heard you snort and giggle. The butterflies in your stomach also giggle like schoolgirls.

After you have relieved yourself and checked yourself out in the mirror to see that you did not look a mess, you enter the room, and no one is there.

“Henry?” you say a little loud. The room was not that big, but there were spaces where he would have hidden, but after searching, you end up empty handed. You hadn’t noticed that there was a balcony, so you check to see if he’s out there, you slide the glass door and he’s not there. But the view was something else from the floor you were in. Being high up was always better, no matter what anyone said. And the sun setting looked beautiful from that room.

You knew henry would be back, so you stayed outside. He probably had to use the restroom too and he did not want you to smell or hear his ruckus. You laugh to yourself thinking what a dork he was. You grab a big chair from inside, the bucket of champagne, bring them outside and wait for Henry to come back. You do not open the bottle, but damn does it look appealing.

After 15 minutes of waiting and the champagne calling your name to open at least one of them, you hear the door open. Excitedly you get up and peak through the glass door. Henry looks confused. He looks at all the places you looked at for him. He then realizes that the champagne is gone and a chair. He smiles and looks towards the sliding door. You quickly hide and wait for him to get close so you could scare him.

You hear his step getting closer and, “Boo!” he exclaims, beating you to the punch.

“Ahh!” you yelp and place your hand on your chest. “No! I was supposed to scare you!” you say laughing.

“You're gonna have to do better than that, babe. I saw your intentions from a mile away,” he says chuckling.

“I’ve been waiting to do that! Not fair,” you continue to laugh, your heart still beating fast.

He approaches you and wraps his arms around your waist, “You’ll have other opportunities.”

You reach up and entwine your fingers behind his neck and grin, “Fine.”

“You miss me?” he asks noticing your makeshift living room in the small balcony.

You shrug and look away, “Ehh.”

He hugs you harder towards him and you groan, “Just ‘ehh’?”

You chuckle, “I guess a little. Where were you?”

“My manager called me,” he said getting closer to your face, giving you esquimo kisses and then burying his face in your neck and hair. You let him do whatever he wants to you because as you had said it to yourself before, you were his while you were with him.

“Does she need you the rest of the weekend?” you say sinking your fingers into his curls and lightly massage his scalp.

He pulls back to look you in the eyes, “No one is pulling me away from you this weekend. I’m all yours until you have to leave.”

Sadness obscured your eyes and heart, leaving was going to be hard. “You're making me not want to go.”

There was sadness to his smile, too, “I know you’ve been dying to go to Italy, so I won’t try to convince you to not go.”

You chuckle, “Why, because you know I won’t be able to say no to you?”

“Well, I can be a bit persuasive,” he gives you a devilish smile and you instantly become wet. “Want me to prove it to you?”

You giggle and bite your lower lip, “No, I know your persuasive skills can be quite effective.”

“I know,” he agrees, squeezing your ass and drawing you closer to him. You can feel his bulge press against your lower stomach, and you feel a tightness in the core of your vag.

The fire in his blue eyes become darker, more intimidating, nearly burning you alive.

“I want to kiss you but if I do, I won’t be able to stop and I really want some champagne,” you say. There was really no distance left between the two of you, so you pull back before he has a chance to hold you tight against him.

He turns his head to the side and eyes you, “You’re very sly.”

You shrug, “I can be.” You extend your hand, and he takes it, “Come sit.”

Henry takes a few steps, goes behind you, grabbing your waist and kissing your neck. He sits down, but his hand is still touching your thigh. Caressing it as you open the bottle of bubbly. You turn around and pass him his glass.

“You ready?” you ask Henry as you prepare to pop the cork.

He nods. You face the bottle away from you and slowly you push at the cork. You can notice him just staring at you, making you giddy and shy at the same time. You know you are straining, and then pop. The cork flies off.

You jump a little and laugh to yourself for getting startled. You turn to Henry and he is chuckling to himself, too.

“Shut up,” you giggle and pour him a glass. You grab yours and he raises his hand so he can hold it for you. After you’ve filled both your glasses, Henry pats his thigh, signaling you to sit on his lap and you very happily oblige.

“I’m heavy, are you sure,” you say eyeing him.

He rolls his eyes, “Babe, I can easily bench press 300lbs and 250lbs when I do pelvic lifts. You don’t weight that much.”

“Yes, I do,” you say and gingerly sit on his lap, “I weight almost 190lbs, I'm heavy.”

You both clink glasses and drink your bubbly. He wraps an arm around your waist so you can lie back on his chest, “Considering you're tall and big boned, that’s not surprising. It’s all good weight.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah right.”

He puts his glass down and puts a hand on your naked thigh, “I’m serious. You’re flawless to me.”

When he says that you almost choke on your champagne, then you laugh. Not a small chuckle, you laugh out loud. “I'm far from that. I’m sure all the other girls you dated were thin or not as chubby as me. Nothing wrong with that, but don’t patronize me.”

Henrys brows knit together, “No, they weren't as curvy as you, but if they were, I wouldn’t have cared. Just like I don’t care now. I actually can’t keep my hands off of your curves.” He says and nuzzles your neck, squeezing your inner thigh and embracing you tighter. And you let him.

You raise your brows and roll your eyes at the sappiness of his statement, but you gift him a shy smile, because he knows that he has a way with words. “Then don’t stop,” you say as you nestle the side of his face. Yes, it was a hard thing to accept and hear from him because you had always been self-conscious of how you looked. But you came to accept your curves and love them, yet somehow, hearing him say that he liked them, it just did not seem true. He had dated beautiful model type girls, and you were nowhere close to looking like them. Why would you believe him?

You both sat there, drinking your champagne, looking at the magnificent view in front of you. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting the awkwardness of the conversation drift away in the breeze.

After more comfortable silence and gazing at the stars, you feel Henry’s arm squeeze your midriff, “Wanna go inside?”

You sigh and nuzzle his neck, sniffing the mixture of his cologne and his natural scent. “I don’t wanna.”

He kisses your forehead and hugs you tighter to him, “Come on, I got you something.”

You look at him slowly and a wicked smile takes over your smirk, “Did you get me something hard and supple?”

He grins and now he nuzzles your neck, “Only if you want that.”

You rise from his chest, sitting on his lap, and turn to him with a grin on your face, “Come on then, handsome, we’re on borrowed time.”

He laughs grabbing your waist and lifting you and himself up. You both drink the rest of your bubbly and head inside. Henry never letting go of your hand or waist. And you never wanting him to let go of you.

“I need to pee,” you say as you enter the room. You feel the alcohol already making you feel dizzy, and hot, nevertheless. The feeling of wanting him on top of you never ceases.

Henry laughs at your candor, “Hurry, I need to, too.”

You turn midway to the restroom and wink at him. He winks, too.

When you look yourself in the mirror you see that your cheeks are pink. Your hair is a bit of a mess from the wind and for some reason you are already sensitive down there.

When you exit the loo, he is leaning against the wall opposite you, his arms crossed over his chest, his muscles pushing up his pecks. He looks mouthwatering delicious.

“With you looking at me like that this is going to end sooner than we want,” you say not approaching him because you won’t be able to stop yourself.

“We don’t want that,” he says and brushes past you.

You wait for him in the dinning table, eating some leftovers. The “drunchies” in full effect. He exits the restroom, no shirt on, just his khaki slacks on, and barefoot. The bite you were about to eat hangs in midair.

“Damn…” you speak softly. You put the food down and decide to focus on the fine ass man in front of you.

His trim body perfect, the hair on his chest itching to be scratched by your fingernails. His broad shoulders and chest hard as a wall. He moves with such grace that no man his stature could ever compare. His piercing blue eyes burning with such lust, you wondered if that’s what he saw when he looked into your eyes.

“That’s the look I wanted,” he says as he gets closer to you. “That’s what you make me feel when I look at you,” his husky voice grabbing you in a choke hold.

You glance up to from your sitting position, he is towering over you with such an intimidating demeanor that you cannot control your body’s reaction. But you like playing hard to get, because giving in to him would be far too easy, and he knew.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you say dismissively as you rise from your chair and walk pass him. You grab your phone from the table near the door, “You hardly have any effect on me, Sir.” You internally roll your eyes because you both knew that was a damn lie. You open the music app on your phone and play soft rock.

Henry crosses his arms over his chest and observes you intently, “Is that right?” he asks, and you nod. His English accent thicker, and rich and smooth. You stand five feet from him and you cross your arms over your chest too, pushing up your breasts. His eyes flicker down and then at you, “I’ve never been driven so crazy by anyone.” He says and then he is on the move.

He growls as he takes three steps towards you, grabbing you by your ass and lifting you up high. You yelp and your legs automatically wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He takes a few more steps and your back is slammed against the wall behind you. His erection fit between the notch of your thighs, which emits a shocked gasp from you.

“I’m going to drive you so crazy that no man is ever going to make you feel the same way,” he says against your mouth. His breath hot against your lips.

You sensually lick his lower lip, “No man will.”

“Good,” Henry growls against your lips and then takes them like they are his property. He presses you harder against the door, making you moan against his mouth, and making him groan against yours.

You wrap your thighs tight around his hips, squeezing for dear life. He groans in agony, wanting more. He moves from your swollen mouth to your neck, his hands coming up to your spaghetti straps and ripping them down. Your breasts pop out of the fabric and he stares at your naked breasts, the heat in his eyes nearly burning you alive.

His palm cups you heavy breast, his thumb tweaking the tip. Making you drip for his touch. Your entangled fingers in his curls. He dips his head and takes your breast and nipple into his mouth. He sucks and swirls his tongue; you arch for him to have better access. You moan at the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming your senses.

He thrusts his erection fully between your thighs, so you feel how hard you make him feel.

“Fuck,” you groan and pull his hair rougher. He nips at your nipple harder in response. Both of your breasts were now in full display and free for his doing.

He removes his hot mouth from your breasts and looks at you still hungry, like if nipping at your nipples raw was not enough. He looks into your eyes, both of you out of breath, his British accent even thicker, “I'm crazy about you.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you feel your lip tremble, not sure exactly how to feel or say, your stomach full of knots and butterflies. “Prove it,” you breathe.

He does not hesitate. Henry’s mouth crashes onto yours, kissing you passionately like a scene of an erotic film. Kissing him was better than any fantasy ever imagined.

He grabs the material of your dress, bunching it up in his hands and hiking it high above your hips. He undoes his pants and with a hook of his finger, he moves your panties to the side and plunges in. You are so wet; it does not take much effort for his thick dick to stretch you and fill you. You cry out his name like a plea to the gods. This was pure primitive sexual energy that swirled between the both of you. Something neither of you had ever experienced before.

He pounds into you like the beat of your racing heart. An inch in and an inch out. Driving you crazy, driving you to the pinnacles of your orgasm. As your body readies to explode into a million pieces, he places a strong hand on your throat making you stare at him, “Not yet.” He demands.

If you were not ready to come before, you'd be ready only by him doing that sole action.

He walks towards the bed, still inside of you and still pummeling your pussy. The beat of the classic rock song in the background, hitting every beat of his thrusts.

When the bed hits his knees, he places you down and withdraws himself from you. Missing him instantly. That hungry stare of his still there. He removes his slacks never removing his gaze from yours. Then moves to you.

You lie back onto the bed and raise your arms over your head, letting him undress you. You twist so he sees that the zipper is still up, and he leisurely zips it down. Even him undressing you makes you crazy with want. He grabs the fabric that is bunched up on your waist and works it down over your curvy hips, over your thighs, and then completely off.

You feel the breeze of the air hit your naked breasts, but you slowly cover them. Knowing that he does not like when you cover up what he thinks is his.

He shakes his head no, making you grin and then you bite your lower lip sultrily. But you do not concede. He bites his lower lip and like an animal preying on his prey, he crawls over your body. He trails kisses over your thighs, then lifts your leg up with his forearm. He hooks his fingers over your panties and slowly inches them down. Giving a low groan as he get closer and closer to your treasure.

Henry kneels between your legs, his erection almost inside of you, the pressure in your opening becoming unbearable. You lifts your hips to take him, but he doesn’t move, which drives you crazier by the second. You feel needy, desperate to have him inside of you. You lift your hips to take him in, but he makes no effort to fuck you.

“I like driving you crazy,” he says in a low tone, staring at you while you wright under him.

You grab his forearms, digging your nails into them, his strong hands squeezing your waist, “Please?” you ask nicely, and he pushes inside you gently and slowly, stretching you again, filling you, making you one.

Centimeter by centimeter, merging both of you in ecstasy. Keeping up with the tempo of the rock song playing in the distance.

Henry bends down and kisses the curve of your breasts. His breath is hot against your warm skin, fueling the fire building and burning inside you.

You slide your hands from his forearms to his biceps, to his back, memorizing every curve of his muscles. Trying to store what you are feeling in that moment.

You loop an arm around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Desire and affection washing over the both of you as he deepens the kiss. His tempo slows and it feels more intimate. His hands roam freely over your breasts to your waist, hips, and ass.

When his hand reaches down, he starts to stroke his thumb simultaneously against your aching clit, building that tightness in your lower stomach. You close your eyes tight and your head falls back against the mattress.

You groan, your body tightening, “Fuck…”

Henry grunting and groaning into your ear, an aphrodisiac to your senses. He lightly bites your neck, dragging his teeth over your sensitive skin. He turns to your mouth as his body too begins to stiffen.

Both of you grab onto each other as the volcano erupts deep inside of you. Burning and consuming you until your vision goes white and the pleasure overwhelms you both.

Your breaths and the soft rock in the background is all you can hear, and inside, your heart still pumping like you just ran a mile under 5 minutes.

After a beat, Henry rolls to the side and brings you with him. Your arm lazily laid across his chest and you nestle into the curve of his neck.

Later on that night, Henry and you are curled up beneath the covers, arms wrapped around each other, enjoying the comfortable silence that encompasses you both. Not wanting to let go of each other until you must. He runs his hand down your back, rubbing circles over your skin, the slight feeling of his calluses making it feel a bit better. Your warm hand rises and falls over his hairy chest, scratching and passing your fingers over the ridges of his pecks every once in a while.

“Goodnight,” Henry kisses the side of your head and the two of you stay comfortably cuddled together until sleeps finds you both…

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You wake with a jolt, disoriented. You lift yourself up with your elbows and see where you are at. You nod, hotel room with Henry’s arm around your midsection. You smile lazily and your heart swells.

When you lay back down, you turn to Henry’s sleeping face. Beautiful, you think. Not fair. Not fair that you had to give him up. But he was never yours, you think to yourself. You cannot give something up that was never yours.

A tear of sadness escapes your tired eyes. You were not going to be able to do this. Saying goodbye was never your forte. You weren't even gone yet, and your heart was already breaking.

I cannot do this…

I can’t.

When you begin to pull Henry’s arm away from your body, your eyes begin to fill with tears and your lower lip trembles. You knew this was not the ideal way to say goodbye to each other, but it was the best for both your sakes.

Yeah you still had a whole ‘nother day with him left, but that would only make it more difficult to say goodbye forever to him. You both knew what this was from the beginning and you had to end it before you developed any more intense feelings for him. Like you and him had said before, you were driving each other crazy. In just two days! What would happen if you both spent more than a weekend together.

You couldn’t let that happen. Not ever.

You go to the restroom and get dressed. You look a mess. Your eyes are now puffy, your lips swollen from kissing Henry, and your hair screaming “I just had sex!”

You splash water onto your face. Maybe the coolness would make you snap out of it and stay, but it does not. More tears spill from your eyes. And you are thankful your things are already packed.

You exit the restroom and stare at Henry. He looks so young when he is asleep. Your heart constricts at the thought of leaving him. You quietly put your bags near the door, careful not to wake him. You grab a piece of paper, a pen and write:

“I’ve never been great at goodbyes.

So, thank you for letting me be a blip on the radar of your life. I hope you remember me, always, because I will. I’m sorry.

Yours forever,

Y/N♥️”

You go to the bed where you just experienced the most intense orgasm you had ever had, and with the man of your dreams. You look at Henry’s beautiful face and another tear escapes your eye unwillingly. You tenderly touch his jaw and kiss his soft plump lips. You leave the note on your pillow, held down by one of the red roses that Henry gave you as a gift earlier. But a tear falls on the note, smearing forever… A whimper escapes your lips.

You walk to the door and do not look back, or you would cave and not leave.

So, you don’t.

You take a deep breath, open the door and walk out. You close the door behind you slowly and you leave. Breaking your own heart.

Bye, Henry…

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deanandthephantoms · 3 years

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We're a Perfect Harmony PT.5 - Reader x Charlie

Summary: In the last chapter we saw Charlie run off. Why? What happened there? and what will this whole thing mean for Charlie and Emma? And even more important? What will it do for Charlie and Y/N? read this chapter to find out :).

Wordcount: 6997 - it's a long one oopsss.

Other Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3/ 4

It’s gonna be okay..

Our entire group just looked at each other. What just happened? Whatever Charlie’s phone call had been about.. it could not have been good. I wonder if I should go after him.. Then again, Emma is here too shouldn’t she go after him to make sure if he’s okay? Or should we just leave him alone for a second? No one really says anything and I’m guessing we’re all wondering the same thing.. “So.. eh. Should someone go check on him or..?” I then ask. They all just look at me. “What? Was that dumb question or something?” Emma speaks up “No Y/N, it isn’t.. I think we all think you should go check on him..” “Are you sure? I don’t..” I begin but Emma cuts me off “Yeah I’m sure. For some reason I think I would only make things worse right now.” “Right.. and he’ll accept a whole lot more from you than from the rest of us.” Madi then adds “ehh okay..” I say while sharing a look with Emma just to make sure it is really okay if I go. When she gives me a quick nod I get up and walk in the direction Charlie stormed of too..

I try giving him a call to maybe see if he’ll pick up and tell me where he is but he doesn’t answer. I go to check his bedroom but there’s no sign of him there, after checking the entire campground without any success I’m suddenly remembered of the lake Jeremy brought us to last year maybe he went there? When I make my way out of the tiny forest I see Charlie sitting there looking out over the water. I stop in my tracks for a second, debating whether I should go up to him or not. My heart tells me I should go up to him to at least give him a good hug and I decide to listen to that. I silently make my way over to him. “Just leave me alone. please..” he says, the sad sound of his voice breaking my heart. I turn around to walk away but something is stopping me, I can’t walk away from him not when he’s feeling like this.. so even though I know I may regret it, I turn back around and sit down next to him. As soon as I sit down I notice the fact that tears had been rolling over his cheeks, making my heart break even more for him and I instantly pull him into a very tight hug. “Sorry Charlie. I can’t..” I just tell him softly. The fact that he puts his arms around me and hugs me back so tight I can barely breath tells me it’s okay that I’m there. I can feel Charlie begin to shake and as he buries his face into my neck I soon feel my neck and shoulder getting wet with tears. “hey , hey .. it’s okay.. I don’t know what’s going but it’s gonna be okay.. I got you.” I calmly talk to him slowly running one hand up and down his back to comfort him while the other arm holds him tight. We just sit there like that for what seems to be hours and that’s completely fine I’ll sit here with him, like this, until he calms down enough to get back to camp with me. I don’t care if it take days, I’m not letting him go. After a while he seems to calm down and I slowly try to move back a bit to look at him but Charlie tightens his grip on me and just mumble whispers a: “no.” without any hesitation i just hug him tightly again “I’m not going anywhere Charlie don’t worry.. We can stay here as long as you want okay?”

What has gotten this boy so upset? Who had called him and what did they say? I was so used to Charlie always being happy, cheerful and positive through everything. I never even imagined I would ever see him like this.. I found myself getting sad just by how sad he was and the fact that I desperately wanted to make him feel better but I had no clue how was making me feel frustrated.. Charlie must have felt me tense up cause now it’s him running his hand up and down my back to calm me down. “It’s okay y/n” he whispers. “No it isn’t Charlie.. What’s wrong? What just happened..” I say softly while still sitting there hugging each other tightly. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me nugget.” I can tell he tries his best to make me believe it. I let out a deep sigh “Charlie please just talk to me..” I feel him shake his head in the crook of my neck. “Charlie, please.” I say more firm this time. “You can’t keep this all to yourself.. let me be there for you..” I then say in the same soft tone as before.

Another long silence and just sitting there holding each other follows before eventually Charlie speaks up. “It’s my parents..” I wait for him to continue but he doesn’t. “What about them? Are they okay?” I ask him. He sighs and then let’s go of me so he can look at me, the look on his face breaks my heart all over again. “They uh.. they haven’t had the best relationship over the last few years.. me and my siblings were well aware of that you know but every fight always got made up again and then things would be okay for a little while before it got bad again.. but like I said it has been like that for years.. we we’re used to it. In a strange way it was all sort of okay? but now..” He falls silent as I see a few more tears forming in his eyes, I reach out to touch his arm in a sort of comforting manner and give him an empathetic look. “Now that’s all gonna change.. they’re getting a divorce.. and I.. I’m gonna have to live with my mom.. cause you know my dad is gone for work a lot.. but my mom wants to find a completely new place somewhere else .. And I just..” his voice breaks as during all that the tears started falling again. I pull him close to me just hugging him not sure what to say, I felt so bad for him. His entire life had changed in the span of one phone call.. “I’m so sorry.. I.. I don’t really know what to say.. thank you for telling me though, you shouldn’t go trough things like this alone Chewie. I mean obviously you have your siblings but you gotta let people in sometimes.. it’s okay to not be okay and share that..” he lets out the smallest laugh “Did you just call me Chewie?” “yeah.. I’ve been nugget for a year now and I’ve been thinking about a nickname for you.. this one just came out? Sorry?” I can feel myself starting to blush, but the fact it gave him a reason to let out a small laugh makes me happy. He slowly makes his way out of my arms and looks at me with a serious face “No don’t apologize, Chewie Charlie.. it has a nice ring to it. And thank you for making me tell you Nugget.. I really tend to keep things for myself, I don’t want to bother anyone else with my struggles or sadness I’d rather be happy and positive you know. but it’s gonna be nice to have someone to talk to about this..” “Please know you can always talk to me.. You’re not bothering me by telling me you’re not feeling okay. We’re friends, right Char? to me that means having fun but also and maybe even more so being there when things aren’t so fun..” “Yeah no. to me too. And I am that friend to others, I just..” he sighs and falls silent. “You just don’t want to use that part of friendship from others?” I finish his sentence for him. “yeah exactly..” I nod at that “I get that you know.. I feel the same way.. Shall we make a deal? A deal to use each other’s part of that friendship?” “Yeah.. I like that deal.. I’ll make that deal with you Nugget.” I smile at him “Good. It’s settled then Chewie.” He laughs at that. “There’s that laugh I know and love. Hey do you think you’re ready to get back to the rest? Or do you want to stay here a little longer?” I ask him.

“Well.. as much as I love sitting here with you. We should probably get back I bet they’re wondering where we are.. Oh god I bet Emma is freaking out about us sneaking off..” he let’s out a sigh at that realization. “Uhm. Yeah, about that.. I don’t think so.. It was actually her idea that I would go after you and the others agreed so.. We’re not being sneaky if that’s what you think.” He seems surprised about that. “She what? Really? I did not expect that.. still we should go back though I don’t want them to get worried.. but can we keep this whole thing between us for now?” I grab his hand and stand up “Of course. I’m not gonna tell anyone. Come on Chewie.” He gets up and still holding my hand we walk back to the campground it’s only when we get there that I realize we’re still holding hands and I quickly let go of it. Not that it meant anything but that’s obviously not what others would think. Once we get back to our group Emma is the first one to fly over to Charlie to embrace him in a hug and kiss his cheek. I pick up on a quick are you okay from her side and a yeah thank you from Charlie’s side. The others then soon stand up to give Charlie a big hug as well. It turns into a group hug with Charlie in the middle and I just stand there taking it all in, that is until I get pulled into that hug as well by Owen. “You should be a part of this too” he just simply states. The rest of the day goes by somewhat normally. Charlie went back to his ‘I’m-always-happy-self’ which I know isn’t how he’s actually feeling but maybe the him just going along with everything is actually a nice distraction of the whole situation.

Later that night I’m chilling with the boys while Charlie and Emma are spending some time together she was now getting the news of what’s going on.. “soo.. Is Charlie okay?” Jeremy asks me. “He seemed to be okay when you two came back” Owen says. “Well.. I think he will be okay. you know what he’s like.. finding a way to turn everything into something positive..” I tell them. “yeah you’re right.. You we’re gone for quite a while though? Was it that bad? Was he mad at you for coming after him?” Owen asks. I sigh, I’m glad they’re not asking super specific questions Charlies story isn’t mine to tell at all “Well.. He wasn’t mad although he told me to leave him alone at first. In the end it was all good though. We talked and laughed and that’s how he got ready to come back to the group.” “Did he tell you what was going on?” Jer then asks me. “Yeah he did..” I simply state not going any further into detail. I see Owen and Jeremy share a look before looking at me with a smile. “What?” I ask. “You, really are something special aren’t you?” Owen states. When I just give then a confused look Owen explains “Charlie is not a talker. I mean he is a talker, but when it’s very personal, when It’s something that comes close to his own feelings? He doesn’t talk. He’ll pretend everything is fine. We’ve been his friend for like 7 years but he always refused to talk. And then you come in and suddenly he’s a real talker..” for some reason that makes me blush.. “Well .. I don’t know. I may have pushed him a bit, I don’t think.. “ Jer interrupts me “You don’t think we’ve tried pushing him? This is all you Y/N. You apparently have this thing Charlie needs to really truly open up.” “Well. IF that’s true. Then I’m glad. No one should walk around keeping everything to themselves. Anyway.. I’m actually pretty tired so I’m gonna go to bed okay? Wish Emma and Charlie a goodnight for me?” I say while getting up and hugging Jer and Owen goodnight. “We will! Goodnight Y/N!”

When I’m in bed I hear my phone buzz shortly, I pick it up and see Charlie messaged me. “Are you okay Nugget? Going to bed that early doesn’t seem very youuu.” Reading that makes me smile “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry I was really tired, it was a bit of an intense day I guess? Are you okay?” “Yeah I’m pretty tired too actually.” That answers my question.. Him not answering my question tells me enough. “Are you still up?” I ask him. “ “Yeah, I’m on my way to our sleeping building though. why?” I don’t even hesitate for a second and silently get out of my bed again I make my way out of our room to the entrance of the building we sleep in. When I spot Charlie I literally run towards him he opens his arms for me and I run into them pulling him into a hug. “What are you doing up, you dork?” “You didn’t answer my question Charlie. Which told me you needed a hug.” He lets out a small laugh “Wow. You’re getting good at this whole REALLY knowing me thing.” He says while letting go of me a smile growing on his face when he notices my Rush t-shirt. “Weeeell, SOMEONE decided to let me in today. The thing is Charlie, once you let me in it’s very hard to get rid of me and very hard to hide things from me. “ “Good. Cause I don’t want you to go anywhere Nugget.” I smile at him. “So do you want to talk about it or?” “Nahh not now anyway, we should go to bed. Thanks for coming out to hug me though. I did need that.” “You’re very welcome Chewie, going to bed without a hug felt wrong anyway. Now we’re all good.” I say jokingly while actually being totally serious. That hug before bed did genuinely make a difference it made me feel safe and peaceful before going to bed. I loved it. But he didn’t need to know that though.

The next day everything seems to be back to normal. Well.. Emma isn’t sitting next to Charlie that’s different.. but I’m sure that means nothing right? they don’t have to be stuck together all the time.. plus they both seem to be in pretty okay moods so I’m guessing everything is fine. I can’t let my thoughts dive into that situation too much though because the head camp councilors are trying to get our attention. They tell us that today we’ll be cycling through the neighborhood playing some games and at the end will be doing a survival run. I’m not gonna lie, the survival run gets me nervous.. I’m not the best at sports. Now that in itself has never been a problem at least not with this group.. but at school, sports was basically the time where I felt most insecure, I would always get picked last, people we’re annoyed if I had to be on their team and for some reason I was afraid that would happen today. That I would hold my group back big time, that I would be clumsy and not be able to do half of the things afraid that I would feel like I was dying after one obstacle.. and through all that afraid I would just annoy my group of friends. I find myself starting to think about different excuses as to why I would not be able to do the survival run. Maybe I’ll just pretend to fall and hurt my ankle? My mind keeps running in full speed panic mode for a while until Charlie snaps me out of it.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks me sort of quietly “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Why?” That obviously was a total lie and Charlie knew that too. He gives me a really? Kind of look and just says “Remember our deal?.” I sigh he wasn’t gonna give this up and I knew that. “I remember. Trust me, I’m okay. I’ll tell you what’s up later okay?” He agrees and as soon as we’re on our bikes I find Charlie and tell him honestly about the thoughts I had that morning and about where those thoughts are coming from. He never says a word and just hums every now and then to let me know he’s listening and understands what I’m saying. When I fall silent Charlie speaks up “You do realize we would never do that you right? I would never let anyone do that to you.” “yeah I know that. But it still get’s me nervous. Not that I think you’ll be mean but maybe just that I can’t do it. And that you’ll all fly through it super easily.. “ Charlie just shakes his head “Y/N! stop that. Stop thinking like that. You can totally do it! and we’re supposed to be a team so that means helping each other out! It’s gonna be fun. Trust me. Get out of that pretty head of yours and just enjoy today. “ Totally missing the fact that he called me pretty I instantly have my defense ready “but..” that’s all I can say before he cuts me off again “No. no buts. We’re gonna enjoy this, you can do this. I’m happy to have you on my team and I promise to not leave you behind I’m gonna help you out if that’s needed okay? Just calm down.. Please.” I let out a deep sigh, “Fine. Trusting you on this one Gillespie.” He let’s out a laugh. “That’s better.”

So far the whole day actually is fun but when the obstacle run comes up I noticeably take a deep breath. Charlie comes up to me, looks me in my eyes and just says ; “ You got this Nugget.” Some obstacles end up being insanely high and while Charlie basically flies over them he always comes back for me, the entire group is ready to help me out and we actually end up having a lot of fun. I felt like I was dying, I was totally out of breath, I felt incredibly clumsy but it was good. All my fears had been for nothing, sure I wasn’t good at this but the way my friends dealt with this , the way Charlie dealt with this made it all okay. When we get to the finish I just fall down in the grass, totally feeling dead after giving it my all. My entire group just follows my lead, Charlie falling down next to me. “see. Told you, you could do it. You gave it your all and did so good! You can be proud of yourself.” Madison picks up on that and adds “Yessss. You totally killed it! Well doneee Y/N!” I cant help but smile “Thanks guys. Really. I would not have gotten here if it wasn’t for you.” And I wasn’t just talking about making it to this finish. Those people had each in their own way had such a positive impact on my life, I would not be where I am now if it wasn’t for them.. On the way back to camp I find myself next to Sacha we’re just talking about what he thinks of the camp so far and end up playing a weird game whoever can get the most people to say hi back to them. The fact that we’re riding next to each other and with that greeting the same people and with that getting the same Hi’s doesn’t seem to matter. We’re having a bit of fun and having some bonding time which maybe helps others sort of believe that I’m actually liking Sacha even though I’ve been spending a crazy amount of time with Charlie.. I was just 100% lost in Charlies world and basically forgot about the fact I was supposed to not be doing that, almost forgot I had planned on hiding my feelings from everyone somewhere way down deep. But how could I if he was being so cute and sweet and supporting and incredibly good looking? He was just not making it THAT easy..

When it became late in the evening me and the girls were just chilling on our beds all pretty tired from the long and active day we had. “Soo.. You and Sacha seem to be getting along pretty well.” Sav hints at me. “I mean.. Yeah he’s nice, talented and just overall an easy going person. What’s there not to like or not to get along with?” “Yeah I can see that. He’s a cool guy!” Jadah agrees with me. “Sooo, will you be asking him out on a date then?” Emma asks me. I for some reason did not see that one coming. “I ehh.. I.. I don’t know? I mean I’m just getting to know him I don’t think I should ask him something like that just yet you know?” Mads who also sleeps in a top bunkbed just gives me a look not buying this whole ‘I like Sacha-thing’ for one bit. “Really? I think you should give it a try, seems to me like he’s having a good time with you!” Emma encourages me. “I don’t know Em.. I really don’t think we’re quite ready for that yet.” “No I think Emma is right y/n! Maybe just ask him to hang out at the end of the week!” Jadah says. “I think you should go for it Y/N” Savannah adds to that. “I mean yeah, maybe at the end of the week I’ll ask him to just hang out. I can do that.” Just that earns me a few cheers from the girls. It’s lovely that they’re rooting for me and encouraging me to go for it especially since they think I like him, and I do as a friend but I don’t want to go out dating him.. that would not be fair to Sacha at all. Thankfully the topic of boys is dropped pretty quickly only to move on to talking about our celebrity crushes.. I was missing my late nights with Charlie.. but I wasn’t gonna lie just a night like this with the girls was actually very fun as well. I fell asleep as a very happy girl that night.

Waking up the next morning I’m actually well rested and in a good mood, instead of my sort of grumpy still half dead morning self. It’s quite early and everyone still seems to be asleep, I get out of my bed, freshen up and make my way outside. The sun is shining and I’m greeted by birds singing their morning songs, while taking a deep breath I just sit down and take in the peaceful scene. Not long after I hear some footsteps behind me which is soon followed by two arms being thrown around me from behind. Without even actually seeing who it was I just know it’s him.. “Good morning Charlie.” “Morning Nugget! You sound incredibly awake for this hour of day.” he jokes in his morning voice as he sits down next to me. “Right?! A certain someone did not keep me up till 4 am last night. look at the difference that makes!” I tease him right back. his face now showing an over acted offended look “Hey! No need to get all mean about it. I thought you loved those Late nights with Gillespie.” I let out a laugh “Late nights with Gillespie? You’re gonna have to work on that name dude..” “Oof. You really have it out for me today ey?” “Sorry. In all seriousness though. you are gonna have to work on that name, it sounds..questionable. But I do love those late nights yeah and I may or may not have missed spending that time with you..” I softly bump into him after saying that. “Sooo…. Late nights with Gillespie is on again for tonight?” he asks in a playful tone. I just look at him for a second “IF you stop calling it that. Then yes.” I laugh. “ Coool. Team no sleep is back! but first, join me for breakfast?” He says as he gets up and holds out his hand for me. I had not noticed the fact that now the entire camp had woken up and were all making their way to breakfast.. I smile up at Charlie and take his hand to let him help me up.

When we get to breakfast our group is already there as Charlie makes his way over to Emma to give her a good morning kiss Emma quickly turns her head so the kiss lands on her cheek. They share a quick look but don’t say anything. Something wasn’t right between them I was sure about that now, there’s a hint of pain and confusion in Charlie’s eyes and sadness in Emma’s.. I know it’s their problem, I know I should stay out of it, I know it’s none of my business but I couldn’t help feeling like I should fix it. Feeling like I should help them out in some way.. so after breakfast I go up to Emma, not sure of what I actually want to do or say..

“Hey Em.. Can we talk for a second?” I just ask her and she agrees following me to the spot where we had been talking earlier that week. “What’s up Y/N?” she asks as soon as we sat down. “I eh.. I guess I just wanted to make sure you we’re doing okay?” She sighs and is silent for a second , it looks as if she’s debating on what to say so I just give her the time and space to think. “Well.. I was gonna say yes but I have the feeling you know that is not true so.. no not really.” I nod “Yeah I uhh couldn’t help pick up on a few signs.. Want to talk to me about what’s wrong?” “I don’t even really know..” she sounds sad when saying that. “What is it that you don’t know? would I be wrong if I said there might be something going on with you and Charlie?” she lets out a small laugh “of course you picked up on that..” I decide to ignore that comment and stay silent in hopes that she will continue and luckily she does “listen before I get into this. I know I’m handling it all wrong okay? So you know the whole situation Charlie is dealing with right? I knew his parents were fighting every now and then but not as much as they apparently were he never talked to me about those things and that kind of annoys me? Why is he keeping all those things from me? I’m his girlfriend shouldn’t I know everything? I just want to be there for him.. but it’s like he won’t let me? And the fact he’s gonna move and neither of us know where makes me scared I will end up losing him and I think that fear is making me push him away already? And I don’t want to do that but I do? But he’s also just letting that happen?” I take a deep breath trying to collect my thoughts. I can see why she’s scared of losing him and I can understand that she wants to know what he’s going through but at the same time I want to yell at her all angry for only making Charlie hurt more than he already is in his current situation.. I try to calmly get my point across “Have you tried just talking to him about everything yet? You can’t expect him to understand what you want and need if you don’t tell him.. just denying some kisses is not gonna tell him anything ems.. and yes. You’re his girlfriend so even though you may be scared, he’s the one that needs your support right now. Give that to him. Don’t make this harder on him than it already is..” I see her swallow “I don’t.. “ she begins but I stop her. “You do know how. Talk to him. TODAY.” She shakes her head “I’m leaving later today and I still have to pack and..” I once again interrupt her. “Stop that. You’re talking to him now. I’m gonna go look for Charlie. I will send him here, and you will talk to him.” I see a glance of panic in her eyes. “Calm down you got this. Just be honest with him.” I walk off and quickly find Charlie “Hey nugget..” before saying anything I pull him in for a quick hug. “Hey, uhh you should go talk to Emma..” I see his eyes widen a bit, making me realize he’s probably expecting the worst now.. “No don’t worry. It’s gonna be okay. she just has to let you in on a few things.. You’ll be okay I promise.” I give him one last hug before sending him off in Emma’s direction. I just hoped this conversation would go well and Charlie would feel a bit better soon..

There’s no sign of either of them for several hours and even though I wanted to go look for Charlie, making sure he’s okay I didn’t. They needed this time together and I had to give it to them. To distract myself from it all I found the rest of the group that were just playing some games and jamming out to some music and that helped. They really were the best kind of distraction. Late in the afternoon Charlie and Emma find us again both looking a lot happier, they’re holding hands and Charlie is holding some of Emma’s bags in his other hand. When they reach us Charlie tells Emma he’ll bring her bags to the car giving Emma some space to say goodbye to all of us. As soon as I stand up she pulls me in for a hug. “Thank you Y/N. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much you’ve just helped me. You’re a good friend. I’ll be missing you. “ I smile at the big difference between this moment now and this moment last year. “No problem ems. I’m glad we got to know each other and actually became friends. And hey, I’m only a face time call away!” I let go of her and she says goodbye to the rest of the group too. Then I see her and Charlie sharing a good goodbye kiss. That view makes me smile, it’s not that I liked seeing him kiss her, not at all.. but I loved seeing him more happy. That’s all I wanted, I wanted him to be happy.

Once it became ‘late night with Gillespie’ o’clock, Charlie and me found ourselves in the middle of that same field as a few nights before. At first we just sit there but Charlie soon decides to lie down. “Come here?” he asks holding his hand out for me, I take it and he pulls me closer to him into a hug. “I don’t know what you did today. I don’t know what you did to Emma, but thank you. You’re a lifesaver Nugget.” He says softly. “I didn’t do anything Charlie.. I just kind of pushed her into talking to you.. I hated seeing you both be sad..” I just lie there Charlie’s arm around me, my head on his chest hearing his steady heartbeat. Usually that sound creeps me out, but now it’s the most calming thing in the world. Out of nowhere I feel a quick and soft kiss on the top of my head. “I wouldn’t call that nothing. Thank you, just please accept me being thankful.” I’m speechless for a second, overwhelmed by the amount of butterflies in my stomach. Suddenly I’m very aware of how we’re laying there and suddenly I feel like we shouldn’t be.. I wiggle my way out of his grip only to lie my head back down on his stomach. That for some reason feels less wrong and still gives me the chance to be close to him. “Fine then. You’re welcome.” I say. He let’s out a laugh and starts to, what feels like braid my hair. After a comfortable silence Charlie speaks up again “Soo, how are things with you and Sacha?” Well I’m here trying to get as close to you as possible without it being wrong.. how do you think it’s going? Is what I would like to say to him but instead I say: “Oh eh, I don’t know? He’s nice, we’re able to have fun he’s incredibly talented..” “But you don’t like him like that?” that answer makes me choke on my own breath. “What? What makes you say that?” he laughs “You okay there nugget? I just think you deserve better than someone who’s nice and talented and I think you would sound a whole lot different if you really liked him like that. I’ve heard you fangirl, I know what you sound like when you love someone..” “oh. Right. well I think you may have a point there. The girls were all telling me I should ask him out on a date but I feel like that wouldn’t be fair to him.” “If you don’t like him don’t do it. You deserve the absolute best in this world Y/N. Don’t ever go for anything that wouldn’t make you a 100% happy.” “Thanks Chewie. That’s actually some good advice.” He gasps “Actually some good advice?! You make me sound like I’m the worst.” I laugh “You know that’s not what I meant! You know I think you’re far from that..” “oh? I don’t know nugget I think you need to remind me again” He teases. “You sure about that? We could be here a while you know.” “I mean I would like to be here a while but you don’t have to remind me. I know.” “Well. Actually. I do still have to thank you for that whole survival thing. You literally got me through that Charlie. You’ve been getting me through a whole lot.. I actually may have to admit that I think you’re the best..” “Ahh thanks Nugget. I don’t want to ruin this braid I’m making but I would have hugged you otherwise..” I laugh “You enjoying braiding my hair Gillespie?” “Actually yes, there’s something strangely calming about it. I can’t promise you it will look good though..” “That’s fine by me.” We lie there a little longer just talking about all kinds of things until Charlie runs out of hair to braid and we agree on calling it a night.

After a short 3 hours of sleep the last full day of camp has arrived. I was not gonna lie that realization made me a bit sad, I was not ready to let go of all those people again. I just lie in my bed smiling at the sight of Mads, Sav and Jadah waking up. “What are you smiling about Y/L/N?” Jadah asks me. “I’m guessing it’s Charlie.” Mads just blurts out. This girl really had been waiting for the second Emma left so she could be real with me again huh? “Nooooo. Actually it’s not. Not Charlie or Sacha either. I just was enjoying the not waking up alone for that last time.” As I get up the girls burst out in laughter. “Oof your hair.. Looking gooood Y/N” Sav jokes. I’m confused for a second only to then remember what Charlie had done.. “Oooh. Yes.. Right forgot about that..” “See. Called it. It was Charlie.” Mads teases. I groan at her while taking the braids out of my hair not that doing that made my hair look any better. I guess today I was gonna go for lion mane instead normal human hair.. When arriving to breakfast I sit down next to Charlie. “Morning Y/N. I like your hair today.” He jokes “Oh shut up Gillespie. This is all your fault.” That fact only makes him laugh. I try to keep a straight face but how can I when he’s laughing like that? I can’t help but smile with him and just embrace the hair.

The rest of the day was mainly focused on playing games that would decide who the best group on camp was that week but since our group had no chance of winning that title anyway we just chilled. We watched the other groups play their games while we we’re singing them random songs. At some point Charlie sat down behind me and told me to lean back against his legs once I did that I felt his hands on my shoulders and the back of neck, this boy casually decided on giving me a massage. I don’t know why he did it. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. We just sat there like that for a good while still singing some songs as I felt myself relax more and more under Charlie’s touch, I apparently had been super tense without even realizing it.. When i locked eyes with Madison for a second she just shoots me a ‘I KNEW IT!” kind of look. I smile at her, deciding to ignore it and close my eyes purely focusing on the things Charlie was doing and let me tell you, I fully enjoyed all those things and I found myself thinking about how he could totally do this more often if he wanted to..

But then Charlie’s phone rings, he gently pushes me forward a tiny bit so he can get up and take this call. Not long after he returns, his face tells me it wasn’t the best phone call he had ever gotten. “You alright?” I ask when he’s sat down beside me. “Yeah.. eh the moving thing is just happening a lot sooner than I thought.. I’ll be on your bus tomorrow we’re staying with my grandma for a while and she lives somewhat close to you..” “oh.. That’s unexpected.. I’m sorry it’s all happening so fast now Charlie..” he sighs “yeah me too..” from that moment on we all silently agreed on basically just ignoring that fact for now. Charlie and Sacha spent some more time jamming Owen joins them drumming on random things, Jer joins in on me and the girls conversation and this how we spend our time until dinner.

After dinner the tradition of staying up all night begins. We end up playing 30 seconds again this time though we’re playing with mixed teams I’m in a team with Madi, Savannah and Charlie playing against Jadah, Sacha , Owen and Jeremy. I, already being tired, am cuddled up against Charlie which he seems to be fine with and no one else seems to question either. Owen and Savannah are once again screaming at each other over every little thing and the rest of us are just having fun with it. The night flies by like that until it’s time to go and watch the sunrise we agreed to make that our own little group tradition. The entire night I never left Charlie’s side and now sitting here on by the little lake that does not change he actually just hugs me closer to him and when he feels me shiver from the cold he takes of his hoodie and offers it to me. “are you sure?” I ask him. “Yes nugget. you’re cold. put it on.” I gladly obey to that order, as soon as I’m wearing the hoodie he pulls me close again. “You know what. It looks good on you nugget.” By the way he whispers that to me I can tell he’s incredibly tired as well. And I can’t blame him for that he’s had a crazy week.. “Might be keeping it then Gillespie.” I tease him. “Ha. In your dreams Y/L/N. It’s my favorite. I’ll make sure to pack it again next year though. I promise.” We then fall silent again just enjoying each other’s company in this beautiful piece of nature watching the world slowly come to life again.

We then quickly pack our bags and say our goodbyes, we agree on figuring out a way to all meet up some time during the year so we won’t have to miss everyone for THAT long. After giving everyone a last hug and wave Charlie and me get on the bus. “I guess this is one positive to me living with my grandma.. maybe we can now actually hang out sometime instead of always face timing?” He sounds hopeful. “Yeah I would like that. I promised you everything would be okay.. I’ll do what I can to make that come true. The occasional real life hug might help?” “Thanks nugget. You’re the best.” without even thinking about it I rest my head on his shoulder. “Anytime.” I tell him while closing my eyes. I feel him resting his head on top of mine and within minutes we both fall asleep like that..

Continue reading part six here :)

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marvelousstevetony · 3 years

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Can you make this with sick Steve “Can you pronounce anything correctly right now?” “Ndo. *sniff* See???”

Eeep, so sweet! Pls imagine this in a non-powered au with professor!Steve and Tony who has his Stark Industries work thingie💖

Between meetings that have run too long and several overdue deadlines that he finally caught up with, Tony is more than ready to declare it the end of his work week even though it’s only Thursday. Pepper had shot him one glance and nearly winced at how exhausted he had looked after that last meeting and then decided to let him off until Monday.

And for that, Tony is truly grateful, because it means that he can have a lie in the next morning. It subsequently means that he will be fully energized for date night with Steve tomorrow evening and not have a million things hanging over his head, distracting him from spending time with his boyfriend for the first time in what feels like forever.

While Tony has been caught up in business with Stark Industries, Steve has spent the majority of every day, and probably most nights, too, grading his students’ assignments or preparing for his lectures, and from what Tony has been able to detect through Steve’s texts, he’s just about as ready for the weekend as Tony is.

***

The next morning, Tony wakes up late, as expected. What is the point of having a day off if you can’t sleep until noon anyways?

He checks his phone first thing and is excited to see a text from Steve. His excitement plummets when he reads it, though.

Hey, Tony. I think I’m gonna need a rain check for tonight. I’ve come down with something and I don’t want you catching this. I was really looking forward to seeing you, though… miss you.

Tony’s heart sinks a little in sympathy, but also because he really misses Steve. They haven’t seen each other all week. Tony can’t even remember the last time they spent more than three days apart, but they’ve both been so busy with work that they didn’t have the time. Hence they had planned date night once both of them were off work.

Aww, I’m sorry you’re feeling bad, baby. I miss you too. So much. We don’t have to go out, though, we can just stay at yours and eat take out and watch movies. I won’t even tease you when you inevitably fall asleep on me half way through.

Tony sends the message and gets a reply less than two minutes after.

First of all, I don’t fall asleep on you. Secondly, you really don’t have to come. Not that I don’t want you here, I do, but I’m pretty gross and 100% contagious. Trust me, you don’t want this.

Tony can’t help but smile to himself as he imagines Steve curled up on his couch, wrapped in a million blankets, blonde hair all messy and disheveled and his nose and cheeks flushed pink. How could Steve think he would ever want not to be with him when he’s like that?

I don’t mind, Steve. I miss you and I want you to feel better. I’m coming over, okay?

You do fall asleep on me, by the way, but I’ll pretend you don’t since you’re sick.

Placing his phone on the beside table, Tony gets up and immediately starts pulling his clothes on. He’ll need to go the store to grab a few things before heading to Steve’s place, like the super soft tissues Steve never buys for himself, and probably some more tea as well.

Tony is just about to leave his apartment when Steve responds after a couple minutes of silence.

Okay. Thank you, Tony. I love you.

Warmth flooding in his chest, Tony types out a quick reply before turning the door knob and going out the door.

I love you. Leaving now, see you in a bit.

***

Tony doesn’t even bother knocking as he lets himself into Steve’s apartment. It’s basically his apartment as much as it’s Steve’s, really, if you look at how much time he spends there in comparison to his penthouse.

It’s not that he doesn’t like his own place, because he does. It’s luxurious, it gets cleaned twice a week, and it’s large enough to fit all of Tony’s crap, which is objectively a lot.

Steve’s apartment is different. It’s smaller, and older, and could definitely use an overhaul in a few places, but it exudes warmth and comfort and feels homey in a way Tony’s place at the tower never could, which is probably why they spend most of their time at Steve’s.

Sometimes Tony wonders why they haven’t moved in together after being together for nearly three years, but maybe they’re just not there yet. And it’s not like it would change a whole lot, honestly. The only time they spent apart is on weeks like this one where both of them are too busy and caught up in their own things that neither of them have the time to make the short trip from Manhattan to Brooklyn.

Tony knows that he wants to, though. He wants to move in with Steve. Or have Steve move in with him. But that’s a minor detail and doesn’t really matter to Tony. What does matter, though, is that Tony won’t ever have to say goodbye to Steve when he goes back to the tower, and that he gets to slip into bed next to Steve every night regardless of their schedules.

And if they lived together, Tony wouldn’t have to rush from his place to Steve’s to take care of him when he’s sick either, because he’d already be there. Anyway, that’s a discussion for another time. Right now, Tony has other things he needs to take care of. Steve, for one.

Tony toes off his shoes and pads into the kitchen, setting the shopping bags on the counter. He might’ve gone a bit overboard and bought an excessive amount of sick-person-things, but Tony has never claimed not to be over the top, especially when it comes to Steve.

From the kitchen, he can hear the tv playing in the living room room, along with a series of incessant sniffles, and Tony figures Steve has already reached the end of his tissue supply. He grabs a box of Kleenex and heads towards the living room where he finds his boyfriend huddled up on the couch.

An empty mug and countless crumpled tissues litter the coffee table, some are on the floor, too, and Tony instantly thinks it looks like every episode of every bad sit-com he’s ever seen where one of the characters is sick. In the center of it all is Steve, who now has his face buried in the crook of his elbow, eyes narrowed into slits, his expression twisted into an anticipatory frown as his breath wavers. After a few seconds, his eyes close fully and he gives into the rush over sneezes.

“ehhCHshoo! H’uhh—uh! chuh’SHhoo! ehh… EISHhh’oo!”

The last sneeze of the triple is strong enough that Steve’s body snaps slightly forward with it, shoulders visibly tensing.

“Looks like you could use these,” Tony announces his presence, waving the Kleenex in the air, and goes to sit next to Steve on the couch, then drops the fresh box of tissues into Steve’s lap. “Bless you, sweetheart.”

Steve still looks a little taken aback by the sneezes and blinks at Tony a few times to clear away the woozy feeling. When he still hasn’t moved after a few seconds, Tony reaches to pull out a few tissues and hands them to Steve.

“Oh, umb… snff! Hey, Tody… snffSNF! Thangks,” Steve says thickly as he accepts the handful of tissues. “I didn’ evend hear you ged id.”

Tony flashes him a soft smile as he brushes a few strands of blonde hair away from Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, you’re probably all bunged up, hm?”

And he really is. His voice has gone all low and he sounds like he’s breathing through concrete. His nose almost looks swollen, too, what with all the congestion that seems to have settled in his head.

Steve sighs stuffily and nods a little. “Yeah, I’mb, uh… snf! snf! oh, ‘scuse m-mbe— huhh-CHshoo! eiiSHH’uhh!”

Sniffling does nothing to stop the tickle from building, in fact, it just coaxes it out. Steve catches the sneezes in the tissues, both hands steepled over his nose and mouth. He gives an experimental blow afterwards, but that just makes him cough, and he gives a few congested snuffles, then coughs some more.

“S-sorry,” he sighs when Tony blesses him and gives him a concerned look. “I’ve beed sndeezing— SNF! all day, ad I’mb… snf! ugh… I’mb jusd so gross.” Steve looks close to a pout, but he can’t keep his mouth closed for more than a few seconds since his nasal airways are completely blocked and impenetrable.

Tony’s worried frown just deepens. “You sound so sick, honey,” he mumbles, brushing a finger across Steve’s nose, putting a light pressure on the maxillary sinus, then strokes it with his thumb. “Can you pronounce anything correctly tight now?” he asks, only half joking.

It makes Steve chuckle, though, a husky, low sound, but it makes his eyes go soft, and Tony feels himself melt a little.

“Ndo,” Steve replies, proving his point and sniffles again. “See? SNFF!”

Tony can only smile at the self-deprecating tone to Steve’s voice and the bashful expression that crosses his face. His already pink cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and the smile he gives Tony is bordering on shy. Blue eyes are fully fixed on brown, and despite the glazed look to them, there’s still that distinct sparkle that always appears when he looks at Tony.

After a few seconds of intensely gazing into each other’s eyes, Steve ducks his head and looks away. “Stop,” he laughs when he looks back up to find Tony still staring at him.

“Stop what?”

“I doad snfSNF! kndow… You’re mbaking mbe nervous,” Steve says, rubbing his neck and smiling sweetly. Then, suddenly, Steve wrinkles his nose, his entire face scrunching up in irritation. He scrubs his nose against the back of his wrist before quickly bringing the rest of his arm closer to his face. “h’h’uhh! huhESCHhiiew! snffSnff!”

“God bless you, Steve…” Inching closer, Tony drops a kiss to Steve’s cheek. It’s a little warm, but nothing too bad, at least not yet. This close, he can see how the hairs on Steve’s neck raise as he places another peck on his jaw.

“Just relax, okay?” Tony whispers, and Steve hums contently in reply. “I missed you,” he adds, just because he hasn’t told him in person yet. Somehow, it feels like a confession.

“I missed you, too.” Steve grabs Tony’s hand, linking their fingers together and giving it a tight squeeze.

“I know it’s barely been a week, but I really hate not seeing you every day.”

“I kndow… mbe too,” Steve admits and catches his bottom lip between his teeth. He almost looks uncertain for a second, but then he takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “What if you just… stayed? Here. With me.”

Steve looks a little nervous again, watching Tony’s reaction closely.

And, to be honest, Tony’s nervous, too, all of a sudden. “You mean…?” Tony starts, dumbfounded and eyes wide. Steve’s nodding. Tony swallows around the lump in his throat. “Are you— are you sure?”

“I mbean, you basically live here already. And… sniff! It would be nice. Not having to miss you.”

“Steve…” Tony breathes.

“We don’t have to stay here either… we could… snf! We could stay at the tower, or find somewhere else. Not that— I mbean, if you snf! don’t want to, that’s… that’s fine t—“

“Steve,” Tony repeats, this time more confident. “Yes. Yes, I want to stay here. With you.” Tony’s tone is level as he answers. He doesn’t recall ever being so sure of anything, apart from the fact that he loves Steve above everything else.

“Oh,” Steve says and lets out a relieved chuckle. “Thad’s… great. Amazing, even. I-I’mb…”

“Yeah, me too,” Tony says and leans in to brush his lips over Steve’s. “But let’s celebrate later, okay? Right now, you’re having tea and medicine, and then we’ll put on a movie so you can fall asleep on me.”

Steve rolls his eyes fondly. “I don’t fall asleep on you.”

“Oh, yes you do.”

#my fic #stevetony #another fic that was written while I was half asleep #oh well #hopefully this is somewhat enjoyable lol #ask box #anon #sorry for any typos etc #I’ll fix them later

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rosaliepostsstuff · 3 years

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Chapter 11 - Of magical evenings and more magical elixirs

series masterlist

warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, angst

word count: 1787

a/n: I’m sorry.

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George’s perspective in bold!!!

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George took an angry shower that night, shampooing his hair for way longer than necessary as if he could wash away all those intrusive thoughts and images.

When he came back to the room, Fred was already in there, but they haven’t exchanged a word.

He couldn’t sleep that night. Tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position that would make him magically drift away, he thought further.

Less angry, he thought that maybe he judged too early, exaggerated. Maybe that was all in his head, and there was no point acting like a prat like he did tonight.

Neither you nor Fred probably had any idea what that was all about. He tried to convince himself that, and that everything would be alright eventually. It wasn’t long before the sun was about to come up when he managed to fall asleep for a bit.

The next morning, the easiest option for him was to pretend nothing had happened and try to act normal. This came easy with Fred, all George heard in return was “Took your head out of your ass, huh?” and he tried to laugh. He had no reason to be upset with Fred.

With you, however – seeing you at breakfast, he had expected you to be confused, upset maybe – but you seemed nervous upon seeing him, scared to hear what he had to say. A simple ‘hi’ surprised you. George didn’t understand anything anymore.

You barely got any sleep that night. After your roommates had fallen asleep, you cried, thinking about how you messed up your friendship. You wanted to fall asleep, but couldn’t. You just wanted to wake up in the morning, fast-forward. You dreaded seeing George, but you also needed to just hear what he had to say and have this over with.

However, he was alright the next morning. Maybe a bit tense, but he tried talking to you as usual. Was the previous night about something else entirely? What was going on?

It didn’t feel right to ask him. But it was getting more and more tiring. More and more questions, more secrets around George, things the two of you avoided talking about – you didn’t like that at all. Yet pretending nothing had happened was the best you were going to get that morning, so you took it.

And as days passed, you believed it more and more.

George was sitting at a table in the common room with Fred and Lee. You were also there, sitting to his right, going over an essay one last time before having to submit it the next day.

The two of you were on speaking terms, but all that was left unsaid could be cut with a knife.

The boys were talking about a party that was planned in a few days, on Friday, by the Ravenclaws celebrating professor Vector cancelling a double-period that Tuesday. Fred and Lee debated going, while George shrugged, saying “I dunno.”

It seemed to get your attention, you looked up from your parchment for a second to say – “actually, I was thinking we could go, maybe…” hopefully.

To be honest, that idea came to you right when you heard about the party. It was more like a daydream at that moment - going to that party with George, how pretty you could look that night, how he wouldn’t be able to resist you anymore and finally confess to you.

But then you thought it was, in fact, a good idea. Not to the full extent, maybe - but you decided to get him to come with you, put a bit more effort into your appearance and just have a good time together. You really missed him.

You could make him see you in a different light, so that maybe if he didn’t feel the same way you did just yet, your confession wouldn’t come as such a shock. And just maybe, he could fall for you in time, too.

And if he did feel the same way – well, you could simply see where the night takes you.

George didn’t know what to expect. The vision of going to a party seemed tiring at that point. But you wanted to go, and you wanted him to go, so he grasped the opportunity to avoid pushing you away further than you already were in his eyes. So with heavy legs, he made his way to wait for you in the common room, as planned.

Your hands were shaking as you were getting ready. This was your shot. After one, last, nervous glance at yourself in the mirror, you went out.

He wasn’t dressed that much different than usual, but he looked so good. Shy smiles were exchanged between the two of you without a thought. Fred teased you about shaking off your school uniform in his own way of paying you a compliment, then the whole group left.

From the moment you arrived George was happy to sit in the corner, so unlike himself. You decided to turn to good, old, fire-whisky for a bit of a push, then waited a bit, keeping up a conversation.

You were quickly left alone by Fred and Lee, who both went to do their own thing. The atmosphere was a bit awkward again and you started getting frustrated with yourself.

It’s George. It’s George, it’s George. – you repeated to yourself, trying to forget the events of the last few weeks and remember how he was always the person you felt comfortable doing anything with.

You were at a loss for ideas, when the music came with aid.

“Oooh..!!” you exclaimed, “I forgot how much I love this song!” George seemed to be amused, looking at you. “Come on!” you demanded, reaching out your hand as you stood up.

He looked apologetically. “You go, I don’t feel like dancing.” “George, come on. You won’t dance with me?” came out of your mouth. Your selfish attempt at getting some affirmation. You wanted to hear again that you mean something to him.

He smirked, not his usual smirk, looking down at the floor. You hesitantly reached your hand even closer to his, in desperation.

He sighed and took it. All previous events didn’t matter to you anymore and your heart swelled when you lead him to the dance floor.

It took him a moment to warm up. You abandoned all worries and forgot about the world around you. Neither one of you were good at dancing, it was mostly waving limbs around and vibing to the music. It felt like before.

A few more breaks at the drink table later, the evening seemed perfect. You were dancing and laughing as hours passed, the majority of the time holding each other’s hands, or just each other.

“I need to catch a breath,” George told you, noticing how your face lit up when a new song came on as you sat on one of the sofas. “Okay,” you replied, biting your bottom lip, and looked around the room. “I’m gonna talk to some mates for a bit, okay? Be back later.” “Sure,” he said, and you were off.

You were elated with how the evening was turning out. After taking a moment to hang out with some other mates to clear your mind a bit, not forgetting to update Angelina and Alicia on how things were going, you freshened up in the bathroom.

When you walked out, you bumped into Fred and exchanged a few words with him. He seemed to be having a nice time too.

George was half-listening to whatever Maya - or Maria - was talking to him about. He did notice the sweet, enticing tone of her voice, though.

But he saw you across the room and felt the frustration come back to him, taking another sip out of the bottle that somehow made its way into his hand. How cruel was that? Of you to look so beautiful? To have such a great time with him, dancing and laughing, and feeling so good in his arms?

He forgot himself again. He just asked to be hurt, didn’t he? That was stupid of him.

“Has George ever talked to Nadia Bones before?” you asked Fred. Your tipsiness making you surprised with the audacity of the girl.

Fred shot you a confused look, then found his brother in the crowd and understood. “Ehh, exchanged a word here and there.”

You scoffed. About to shrug it off, you brought a cup of pumpkin juice up to your lips, but you put it back quickly, thinking your eyes were deceiving you.

George wasn’t standing this close to her before, was he? He had a smirk on his face and she slid a hand up his chest.

Slowly, he leaned down and connected their lips.

You couldn’t believe it and you couldn’t look away. They were snogging.

Fred went quiet too, he noticed it too, how his brother kept on making out with the girl. You felt sick, dizzy, and faint.

“I- I… gotta go,” you mumbled to him. “Yeah, yeah…” he replied, trying to process what was going on. “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked with concern.

“I-… I-“ you stuttered, “I dunno.” The only thing in your mind being the need to leave. Where, and what you’d do next didn’t matter.

It felt as if your mind was detached from your body as Fred led you back to your dorm room. You didn’t know how he tricked the security charm, but you sat with him on the rug, by your bed.

Fred didn’t really know what to do. He wasn’t good with this stuff. He didn’t understand exactly what you were feeling right now, you sat as if you were frozen. And above all, he didn’t understand what George was playing at. He stroked your shoulder and upper back awkwardly, trying to comfort you.

After the initial shock passed a few minutes later, you broke down. For Merlin knows how long, your face was buried in Fred’s shoulder, his shirt getting soaked with your tears.

It was pretty late when Angelina came back. She noticed the two of you sitting in the light of your bedside lamp alone and she knew something was wrong. Then she heard you quiet sniffling.

Fred was grateful she came to aid, that was certain. But he didn’t leave.

The two managed to get you to stop crying, you had a conversation with them, all three of you going through a range of emotions. And they didn’t leave you alone, to get some sleep themselves.

Only after making sure you had drifted away, Fred left, and Angelina went to sleep too.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley series

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just-a-cheese-stick · 3 years

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Naeleon Week day 7

free day

Clear, cold droplets of rain and ice could be heard as it splashed onto the ground, which was slightly frozen from the mix of the downpour and the cold front, which was moving in rapidly.

It was a chilly November evening, and a certain brown-haired boy by the name of Makoto had been walking back from a shitty day at school, and headed to his apartment, which he shared with his boyfriend, Leon.

Every step trudging him across the wet, cold sidewalk pricked the poor boy’s feet through his shoes and wet socks, sending chills up his exhausted body.

By the time he had arrived at the door of his apartment, his hair and clothes were already drenched, much to Makoto’s displeasure.

Letting out another shiver, Makoto fiddled slightly with his keys before placing one in the keyhole and turning it.

Almost instantly as the door flung open, Makoto felt the warm air from the apartment against his body, providing relief for the overwhelming cold he felt throughout his body.

At this time, Leon, who had gotten home an hour earlier, sat on their couch mindlessly scrolling through his phone — stress visible in his expression.

This mundane daze was immediately broken by the sound of the front door flinging open. Startled, Leon turned his head to see Makoto, soaking wet from the rain standing in the doorway.

Just by his facial expression, it was easy to tell Makoto was drained, and a little frustrated.

“Hey babe,” Leon greeted his boyfriend, still slightly taken aback from the sudden crash made by the door when it flung open.

Makoto didn’t even acknowledge him, but trudged straight to the kitchen after closing the front door, nearly as aggressively as it was opened.

Leon stared at him, visibly concerned, and a little surprised.

“Are.. you ok?” Leon hesitantly questioned, not wanting to add to Makoto’s pre-existing frustration.

Makoto paused, finally glancing up at him.

“Yeah I’m fine. Sorry,” he replied, his voice dull and brittle.

Leon got up to accompany him, seeing as he had nothing better to do.

But, just as he was going to join him in the kitchen, Makoto walked back to sit on the couch. Leon sat back down.

“How’d your day go?” Leon asked, already aware of the answer.

Makoto didn’t respond. He didn’t want to think about it. He flopped down onto the couch, burying his face into the cushions before letting out a muffled groan.

“That bad, eh?” He placed a hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Yeah,”

“You should change before you get sick. You’re probably feeezin’”

Makoto could feel his heart melt at this. Leon was so.. caring. This wasn’t a normal reaction from Makoto’s goofball boyfriend. But Makoto wasn’t complaining. He quite liked this side of Leon, actually.

“Yeah. Lemme go do that.”

When Makoto came back out in some dry clothes, he could see Leon walking towards his room.

Leon noticed Makoto walking back from the laundry room when he was struck with an idea.

“Better?” He asked, wanting to first check in on the well-being of his companion once more.

“Yeah. Thanks,” Makoto replied drowsily.

“Y’know, when I have a bad day, I usually go take a nap. Dunno if that sounds any good, but since I’m going for one right now, maybe we could take one together? Thought maybe I should throw that option out there,” Leon offered, somewhat awkwardly.

Makoto’s expression softened into a smile. Quite frankly, there was nothing he wanted more than to curl up with his lover and take a reset from the crappy day he was having.

“I would love that,” he said with a sigh, which, if anything, was more of an exhausted one.

“Sounds good.”

Makoto fallowed Leon into his room, taking a corresponding pause upon seeing the other stop in his tracks.

“So would ya like to cuddle or just sleep?”

“God, I would do anything to cuddle right now,” Makoto replied with an exhausted sigh.

“Aight. Just making sure.”

Whenever the two cuddle, they often fluctuate between big and little spoon, but with naegi’s mood being what it was, he was able to melt into Leon’s arms quite easily.

“So what happened? D’ya wanna talk about it, naeggs?” Makoto blushed at the nickname.

With a light groan, Makoto began explaining.

“Well, I lost my phone this morning, and took three hours trying to look for it. Then, we had this big assignment that I completely forgot about. Byakuya wouldn’t lay off my case about it. Then, I had to tutor someone, but she was really impolite. Didn’t even listen. And on top of all of that, I didn’t know it would rain, so I didn’t bring an umbrella. But that backfired.”

Leon gazed at his boyfriend, sympathy visible on his face. He was quiet, not exactly knowing how to console him without being awkward. At a lack for words, he pulled naegi closer to him.

“Damn. I’m sorry dude, that really sucks. But you’re here now, and I’m not gonna get mad at you.”

Makoto gripped the back of his shirt, burying his head into his lover’s shoulder, receiving a hand cupping his head. “Thank you.”

He shifted his head slightly to be able to hear Leon’s heartbeat, which was no doubt calming to him.

The hug began to relax as they both listened to the steady breathing of the other.

Leon nervously started playing with Makoto’s hair.

“I noticed that you were going to take a nap earlier,” Makoto mumbled, sleepiness present in his voice.

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Are you ok?” Makoto raised his head slightly in attentiveness.

“Ehh. Had a rough day, man.”

“Oh? What happened?” Makoto shifted up slightly, pressing their heads together.

“Practice was shit. They made us play in the rain, and coach was just being a huge dick. But whatever. Nothing a nap can’t fix.”

“I’m sorry.”

”nah you don’t need to apologize. It’s cool.”

Makoto rested his head back on his boyfriend’s chest, once more deepening his breathing.

“Anyways, I’m probably gonna get some shut-eye if that’s ok,” Leon mumbled.

“Sounds good.”

Leon pulled the blanket over the two of them. It was a large gray one, and quite fuzzy as well. It seemed to chase away the remaining cold that seemed to still linger around naegi. He immediately melted under it.

Leon placed his hand in Makoto’s hair, running through it lovingly.

Pretty soon, Makoto could feel his eyelids become heavy, quickly pulling him into a dark, heavy abyss, as sleep fallowed him soon after.

and in a short amount of time, quiet snoring could be heard coming from Leon as well as they had fallen asleep in each others arms.

Nearly four hours had passed since the two had fallen asleep. But soon, Leon could feel himself slowly emerge back into consciousness, but he kept his eyelids shut in attempt to fall back asleep.

He tried opening them at one point, but the window next to them emitted a bright light from the sun beginning to set. So he sat still for another minute.

Slowly, he tried opening his eyes once more. This time, he was successful. He took a half-lidded glance at the familiar surroundings, re-engaging his senses after a long rest.

But unexpectedly, he felt something, or someone, shift.

That was when he remembered he had fallen asleep with Makoto. He glanced down to his chest to see the brown-haired boy still sleeping peacefully, snuggled up to him.

Careful not to wake him, Leon placed a gentle kiss on the other’s forehead, seeing his expression soften.

His limbs were still loosely entangled with Makoto’s from when they both laid down together a couple hours back.

Leon couldn’t help but to smile at how cute his boyfriend was. “God.. what did I do to deserve you?”

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punkcherries · 3 years

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its 4 am i have no impulse control i finished writing the very bad blurb thing its ryan+min and its not good but im posting it under the cut here anyway <3 <3 (uh theres mentions/allusions toward underage drinking and also self harm and also internalized homophobia but its not like gnarly ok ok tfrtwser??????)

Min slipped his arm around Ryan’s shoulders, his hand brushing Ryan’s neck, before pulling him close for the photo. It was only a brief moment, but the afterimage of Min’s skin on his made Ryan’s hair stand on end, and his face flush. Not like the fuzz in his face from drinking when he really shouldn’t, or the warmth in his cheeks while flirting with a girl, it ran across from ear to ear, radiating heat. ‘This is wrong,’ he thought to himself, ‘This can’t keep happening.’ The click of the camera barely registered to him, the world was just noise. Just as quickly as it happened, Min was pulled away by someone at the party calling for his attention, snapping Ryan back to Earth. He placed his hand to the back of his neck, the bare air felt like ice in place of Min’s jacket. He turned his eyes back over to Min.

“Ah, uh, thank you...!” Min called back to whoever with a sheepish chuckle, and Ryan’s face turned almostly morosely soft. His heart thumped harder, and harder, he could feel it in his head, and he felt fit to burst, until, “Ryan? You okay?” Min’s voice broke through the dead air of the dance music, and Ryan looked like a deer in headlights.

“Uhh I….” Ryan spoke hesitantly, what he’d wanted to say all night and for who knows how long before bubbling up in his chest. He looked Min in the face only for a moment, and his throat suddenly felt strangled, “I just…. Uhh….” Ryan glanced around the room for a moment, before taking in a breath, “I…. kinda feel like…. I’m, uh, forgetting something important….” He made something up.

“Uhhh…. Oh, did you remember to put your guitar back in the van after the show?” Min gestured to the backstage door off to his right. Ryan snapped his fingers, “Y’know, I…. don’t remember! Better go check,” Ryan forced a laugh, slipping past Min, “Make sure no one’s touchin’ the goods. Be right back!” Ryan pushed his way past the other partygoers and backstage as quickly as he could, leaning against the door behind him and letting out a disgruntled groan. “What is wrong with you?” He whispered to himself, pausing a moment before standing back up straight. To his surprise, there, still backstage, was in fact his guitar, or at least the case. His brows furrowed, of course he really forgot that. Such an empty headed move. Ryan went and checked the case for all his things. Guitar, picks, strings, everything was where it was supposed to be, so he zipped it up and carried it out the back door to the tour van.

Walking round the side, he brushed his hand against the uneven surface, covered in slightly chipped paint from the Chicken Choice Judy mural he and Min painted on it about a year or so ago, before getting to the back doors. His mind raced as he placed his case in the back of the van, ‘You shouldn’t say anything to him. You have something good now, you can’t ruin it,’ Ryan studied the stickers on his guitar case, the razor blade in particular stuck out in his mind, and a quiet wave of a dull, stinging phantom pain washed over his thighs, ‘Not again.’ He shook his head a moment, before sighing deeply, and closing the van doors. Turning to leave, he let out a startled yelp, seeing a figure standing behind him.

“Woah, woah, it’s just me!”

It was Min.

“Dude, don’t sneak up on me like that...!” Ryan scrambled to play it off cool, but Min gave him a puzzled look.

“I... called your name, like, twice.”

“Oh….”

Ryan cleared his throat, and smiled nervously, “Sorry, guess I just got a little, uh….” He glanced at the van for a second, “...Lost in thought.”

“Yeah, are you…. Sure you’re okay?” Ryan could hear Min’s voice starting to go soft, the kind of soft it gets when he’s worried, and his heart rose up to the end of his throat. Ryan forced a smile and gave a dismissive gesture,

“Yeah, of course! Just got hit with lots of ehh, song ideas and, y’know how I think at, like, a thousand miles a minute, I probably just didn’t notice!” He chuckled, slipping past Min again, barely looking him in the face at all, “Nothin’ to worry about!”

“Ryan,” Min’s voice stopped Ryan in his tracks. It wasn’t upset, or angry, just…. Worried, and…. Disappointed? Regardless, it dropped Ryan’s heart like an anvil from his throat to the pit of his stomach. “You know you can talk to me,” Min placed a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to, I just want to be there for you.” His voice was so tender. Ryan turned only slightly, just to look at Min, whose concerned expression turned to a gentle, reassuring smile at seeing his face.

Ryan looked away, folding his arms just a bit, and Min’s hand brushed down Ryan’s shoulder to his back, slowly at first. It felt almost as if it pulled Ryan’s breath in, and Ryan closed his eyes. In that same motion, as Min’s hand pressed against Ryan’s back, travelling back up, it pulled the words right out from his lips.

“Min-Gi, I’m in love with you.”

The silence that set in deafened Ryan, his vital organs felt as though they’d been filled and bruised with boulders, and his head burned a dizzying burn, as if the fire and brimstone of Hell were trying to crawl out of his body for the unholy thing he’d just said. He opened his eyes, to see Min, red faced and shocked, and he clenched the leather of his jacket sleeves tightly in hand. The choking feeling in his throat came back, and he couldn’t bear to look at Min, “I….” His shaky voice barely scraped above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I…. I know it’s crazy, but…. Just…. I….” He started to trail off as the heat in his face brought out tears in his eyes, when Min’s hand suddenly pressed against Ryan’s back, pulling him into an embrace.

Ryan’s eyes were wide, as Min held him close with one arm, and the other stroked the back of his head, fingers combing through his hair, Min’s breath shooting down his neck and his ear as Min whispered in a voice only for him, “I love you, too, Ryan.”

Time stopped. Ryan’s tense body softened, and he wrapped his arms around Min’s waist, burying his face against the crook of his neck. For what felt like an eternity and yet not long enough, they held each other there in the parking lot of a dingy local live venue, just a few minutes out from Min’s college campus, although it felt like anything but. Until Ryan sniffled, and Min pulled away in concern. “Ryan, are you…?” The salty burn of tears bore into Ryan’s cheeks, but there was a smile on his face, and Min smiled back, wiping Ryan’s cheek with his thumb, “Geez, you had me worried there.” They both snickered, “Sorry, sorry….” Ryan’s voice was still a little weak as he sniffled again, and wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms, groaning.

There was a beat of silence, before Ryan spoke up again, “You…. Really mean that.… Yeah?” He only realized how silly a question it sounded after he said it.

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t I…?”

“I…. Dunno…. I guess I was just…. Nervous…?” Ryan shrugged, his voice trailing off a bit, “I dunno.”

“What’d you think was gonna happen?” Min’s face turned from humored to concerned.

“I…. I guess, I was worried that you’d…. Not…. Wanna be around me anymore, if I told you, I mean. So….”

Min paused a moment, before smiling again, “Ryan, you’d be my best friend before anything else, even if I didn’t feel the same. When I said you’re stuck with me, I meant it.” He laughed, and Ryan did, too.

“You said that, like, what? 2-ish years ago?”

“And I’ve been with you ever since, haven’t I?”

“Fair point!” Ryan chuckled and sighed. He fell against Min’s chest again, snaking his arms up and around his neck. “I’m glad.”

Min’s face turned soft, and he pressed his face into Ryan’s hair, stroking his back with one hand, swaying ever so slightly together. It didn’t take long before Min mindlessly pressed a kiss against Ryan’s head, and Ryan looked up at him with a surprised smile. Min looked slightly confused for a brief moment before fully processing what he’d just done and getting flustered, “Ah, sorry, was…. That too forward?” Ryan didn’t reply, not with words, he just cupped Min’s face in one of his hands, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his lips to Min’s. It was only a brief moment, but the sensation of Ryan’s lips on his burned into Min, who smiled and laughed nervously. “Too forward?” Ryan teased, and they both chuckled.

Suddenly, the sound of the back door to the venue caused the pair to part in a panic. “Oh, there you guys are. What’re you doin out here? Party’s not over yet!” A woman in orange flannel called out to them, and they looked at each other a moment. Ryan gave a disinterested shrug, and Min nodded. “I…. think we’re gonna have to head out early. Long day and stuff. Sorry!” Min called back to the woman, and she shrugged, “Suit yourself.” before going back inside. Ryan shuffled around in his pocket for a moment, before pulling out the keys to the van, smiling at Min, and eagerly hopping round to the driver’s side of the car. Min paused, and touched his lips with his fingers a moment, before getting a goofy grin and following suit to the passenger side.

Ryan started the engine as Min closed his door, and after shifting into gear, Ryan’s hand slid from the stick to Min’s hand, which rest on the compartment between their seats, and gave it a squeeze. Min tried to fight the silly look on his face, “Both hands on the wheel, uh…. dork.”

Ryan laughed, “You totally wanted to call me something else, didn’t you?” Min stammered over his words, much to Ryan’s amusement, “It’s okay, you can call me “babe” if you wanna.” he teased and winked, and Min covered his face with his hand as it heated up. “Cute!” Ryan chuckled again, “Shut up and drive!” Min groaned, barely concealing his own laughter, “Alright, alright! No need to be pushy!” Ryan joked, before pulling out of the lot, and driving off.

#cherryz txt #infinity train #i literally wrote this in one go and im not a writer pls dont come for me </3 im just fuckging vibing #tryna put my ideas into some tangible form..............#id draw it but taking on comics is a PAINNN.....#speakign of this is a ryan confession but its not the same as the ryan confession comic i was working on....#which idk if ill finish at this point LMFAO................ sad! oh well gjfhdgjk #i should actually draw smth now idk why im actin bananaz rn #delete later maybe

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sad-dad-askblog · 3 years

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Patton

Note: This isn’t a first chapter or anything, It’s just a story bit focused on a specific character......Tho this does happen to take place right at the start of the story.

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Patton stopped the car in the motel’s parking lot. He gripped onto the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened. It was 12 pm. He should have stayed home. Guilt was already eating him up. It always did.

Still he got out and went into the dimly lit reception. A lady was sitting behind the desk reading a magazine. He knocked on the desk to get her attention.

“The usual?” She asked while barely looking up from the magazine.

“The usual please”

She handed over the key to room 84 at the same time he handed over the 25 dollars for a one nights stay. He twirled the key between his fingers. He’d lost count of how many times he’d held it by now.

The room was as cheap looking as usual. There was a bed, a nightstand and a small bathroom. Nothing more. (One time he’d found a rat sleeping in the shower, he’d taken it home to Remus).

The bathroom mirror was dirty as he looked into it. He combed through his hair with his fingers and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He took off his wedding ring and looked at it for a moment before hiding it deep down in his pant’s pocket.

Patton pointed at his reflection “Listen buddy! what you’re doing is wrong! What you’re thinking is wrong too! It’s immoral and shameful an-and dirty and horribly unkind to everyone around you! And you should feel guilty! You should feel awful!”

He let out a sigh while looking away from the mirror “I already do” He mumbled.

He went back out into the main room and sat down on the edge of the bed. He searched up pictures of undressed women on his phone. It was a sort of ritual he had before every meet up. Even when he went to gay bars he stayed in his car to look at it for a while before going in.

Maybe this time he would see the pictures and react in the right way. Maybe this time he would have magically stopped being wrong. Maybe this time he would be able go come home again and everything would be like it was supposed to be.

Suddenly the door opened and Remy entered. Patton yelped and quickly shut his phone off. They sent him a smile while leaning on the door in a very very extra way.

“Sup old man” They took off their sunglasses and closed the door behind them “Sorry I’m like late. I was too busy being popular and loved by like everyone!”

“It’s okay. You’re always late”

“The best bitch always comes like last......That’s what she said. Or me said. Probably. I’m like a genius!”

They took off their leather jacket while walking up to him. They sat down so they were straddling his lap and leaned their arms on his shoulders. He moved an arm around their waist to keep them close.

“You look grumpier than usual today. Something fucked up happened? Backproblems? Old people have problems with their backs I know that”

“I’m 34 not 50″ Patton muttered.

“Ehh same difference....It’s the kids isn’t it? It’s always the kids”

“How many times do I have to tell you to not bring up my kiddos. I would like to keep that side of my life separated from this” He replied in a tired tone.

They ignored what he said “You said they were 14? 15? Yeah it’s time for problems. I remembeing being 15″ They let out a forced chuckle “Wish I didn’t!”

Patton put his finger over their mouth “Shh. No more talking” He moved his hand to caress their chin and moved into a kiss.

He closed his eyes and melted into it. Getting to be with (someone adjacent to) another man was the only thing in his entire life that made him feel something positive aside from being with his kids.

Instead of the mind numbing guilt he felt free. He forgot what he was doing was wrong and shameful. He felt.....happy....For once completely happy.

His hand moved up under their shirt. He could feel every single one of their ribs. His dad senses kicked the fuck in.

“You should eat more” He mumbled out against their lips.

“It’s fine”

“I can bu-”

Remy leaned back and looked at him “You said no talking right? So like shut your mouth. It aint important”

They pushed him down so he was laying with his back on the bed. They kissed him and he accepted. He hadn’t really wanted to bring real emotions into their conversations anyway.

45 minutes later Remy laid cuddled up next to Patton. They were lazily pressing kisses to his cheek. He checked the watch on his wrist. It was past 1:30 am.

“I should go. I have work in the morning” Patton excused while moving to sit up.

Remy lightly pushed on his shoulders to make him lay down again “So do I”

He grabbed their wrists and moved them aside “I should rephrase that. I want to go because we’re done and there’s no other reason for me to say”

Their stomach dropped in an instant “But like you can’t go home yet. You’re like all sweaty and ehh stuff. Your wife is gonna notice. We can shower together? It’ll be like tots warm and cuddly”

He moved over to the edge of the bed and put his socks on “No one should be awake when I get home” He lied. At least his wife wouldn’t be “I’ll shower there”

“But....But...But Patty I’ve heard about this like high school comedy movie y’know like mean girls but not mean girls. We can watch it? Like now? Together? On this bed?....I mean I was gonna watch it with some of my Many Many friends but you’re like an old man so you could like learn more from watching it! It’ll be great!”

He got up and took on the rests of his clothes “I only ever watch teen movies with my kiddo on Saturday movie nights. It’s tradition sorry”

Remy moved the blanket so it hid their chest “.....We can just like chat. I dunno that much about you. You know like nothing ‘bout me. Don’t you wanna know something?”

Patton went over to them and looked directly into their eyes “Remy, The only things I Need to know about you is your age, telephone number and that you’re great in bed”

They sunk in on themself. They looked away and nodded. Patton took the keys and dropped them on the bed in front of them.

“Stay as long as you want. I’ve already paid. All you need to do is-”

“Return the key. I know. The usual” Remy sighed.

He leaned their chin up and gave them a long last kiss. One last taste of freedom. One last moment of not being buried under shame.

“I’ll message you in 2 weeks or so” Patton stated. He didn’t look at Remy again before leaving the room.

He got back in his car. He sunk his forhead against the steering wheel. Misery rose up into his throat until he felt nauseous. The coming weeks seemed so devoid of emotions aside from shame he didn’t want to live through them. He just wanted to not feel empty all the time,

At least he had his kids. At least if he got to be with them he could get through it.

All he had to do was drive home like usual. Kiss his wife in the morning like usual. Go to work like usual. Try to get through dinner without Remus storming away from the table like usual. Help Roman down from another panic attack like usual. Lay down in bed and ignore the thoughts in his head desperately yearning for the person laying next to him to be a man like usual.

Patton took a deep breath and started the car.

#english isn't my native language but I try my best #sanders sides #patton sanders #ts patton #ts remy #remy sanders #thomas sanders #reblogs over likes

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lotusfartstwice · 3 years

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(late) Tenten week day 1: Courage

Title: Fine Line Between Brave and Stupid

Fandom: Naruto

Word Count: 1563

Rating: T (for swears I guess)

Warnings: giant spiders and uh harry potter au

Summary: She did not have a deathwish nor was she interested in expulsion. In fact her knees felt shaky and she felt rather panicky as she continued to walk down her path. She wouldn’t say it outloud but she was grateful she wasn’t alone.

Notes: They're about 12 or 13 here? and I hope it all makes sense. Part of the same universe as this fic (if anyone's interested). == Why on earth is Forbidden Forest so accessible? Tenten thought to herself.

The young witch sighed as she walked through the Forbidden Forest. It’s not like she had planned it but what were you going to do? In the back of her head she can hear the headmistress’ warnings of the forest. Students weren’t allowed to enter unless accompanied by a professor or other staff member. It was too dangerous, especially deeper into the forest.

She did not have a deathwish nor was she interested in expulsion. In fact her knees felt shaky and she felt rather panicky as she continued to walk down her path. She wouldn’t say it outloud but she was grateful she wasn’t alone.

On her left was a Ravenclaw boy known as Neji Hyugga. He was a prickly guy, who never smiled just kinda smirked. Magic came easy to the boy but he really shined at Defense Against the Dark Arts. So despite feeling nervous she felt a little better knowing he had come along. She could trust that the Hyugga would draw his wand first and ask questions later.

“What if we get expelled?” She had asked him.

“We won’t.” He sighed looking put-upon that she even asked. “Besides, they can’t have gotten far.”

That had been half an hour ago.

“Where the hell are they?”

“Ah, Tenten do not worry! They must be resting somewhere nearby.”

On her right was Rock Lee, a boy from Slytherin house. He was the opposite of Neji as one could usually find him smiling or overall being a friendly person (once you got past the resting bitch face, anyway). He wasn’t what you expected from a Slytherin at all. He had been equally worried as her for their fourth group member and had readily agreed to help look for them. As far as she knew he was mostly good at theory work but, hey, better knowledgeable than totally unprepared.

“They better be because I’m about ready to head back!” She didn’t mean it of course. She just wanted to find the Hufflepuff and head back to the castle. She gripped her wand as they continued on.

They had been assigned into a group for Care of Magical Creatures class when things had gone wrong. A prank that involved startling the magical salamanders they had been studying had caused quite the commotion. Her group’s member from Hufflepuff house had vanished, running panicked into the woods. Professor Umino had been busy trying to calm the chaos that had erupted. Students were trying their best to put out fires that Salamanders had started. It had been easy to slip away.

“Help! Someone! Help!”

“That’s-”

“They must be-”

Tenten bolted into the direction of the cries only to skid to a stop.

“Tenten! Help me!”

When Neji arrived he tensed before taking a step back. When Lee caught up he stopped and stared. “Oh, this is not good.”

“That is a big ass spider,” is all Tenten can say.

Lee swallowed. “It certainly is.”

The poor Hufflepuff had been backed up against a large tree. A spider as big as a horse stood over them, legs poised high as it hissed. Their classmate whimpered, trying to bury themself further into the tree bark. “P-Please help me!”

Tenten glanced at Neji, frowning as the boy hardly reacted except to stare stiffly at the creature before them.

Great, so much for my defense against the dark arts expert.

“It is probably waiting for the rest of its colony,” Lee said. “It looks to be an adolescent.”

“Um great?” Tenten hoped Lee was going to make a point soon.

The Slytherin drew his wand, though he looked less than enthused to be holding it.

“You know what spell to use to kill it?”

“Well, a fire spell ought to help scare it away but uh,” the boy’s face fell. “I am not confident in it.”

“What?!”

Lee gave her an apologetic look. “I am not good at performing spells!”

“What kind of wizard are you?!”

“Guys! Please! I dropped my wand!” The wayward Hufflepuff cried.

That explained the whole getting cornered thing.

Tenten took in a deep breath. “Okay, I have a plan.”

“Plan?” that seemed to snap Neji out of whatever trance he had fallen in.

“Yes, a plan!” she hissed. “I’m going to distract the spider while you two grab our teammate and their wand then run.”

Lee frowned. “But what about you?”

“I have an escape plan, don't worry about me.” “Forgive me but-”

“Shhh!” Tenten was out of patience as she interrupted the Hyuga. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, her limbs felt oddly disconnected to her body but she ignored it.. “Follow the plan!” Her legs began moving before she could fully comprehend what she was doing.

Defense Against the Dark Arts and Theory of Magic had places in Tenten’s interest in magic. Her speciality however was always charms. She liked dissecting them, figuring out how to make them work but she also enjoyed expanding upon them. Her magic was a bit rough around the edges as she experimented but according to Professor Yuuhi she was quite proficient.

Jinxes were always fun too.

Tenten let out a yell as she stood to face the spider’s side. “Flipendo!”

The creature was knocked back a foot or two, a bit shocked, which was enough for Tenten to grab her teammate so she could push them towards the other two. “GET GOING NOW!”

The Ravenclaw and the Slytherin looked reluctant but when the Hufflepuff nearly barreled past them they quickly followed.

The spider wasn’t distracted long, clearly upset it had lost its potential meal it began to eye Tenten as its new target.

Oh god too many eyes and legs oh god.

Tenten wanted to cry but she gripped her wand tighter. “That’s right ugly! Whatcha gonna do now?”

The spider hissed which made the witch back up in reflex. She just needed to time this right. The others needed enough distance from this thing so she could escape. “Well, let’s do this.”

It was repetitive but it seemed to work as she used the knockback jinx over and over again. The spider didn’t seem to understand as she continued to send it back. Her arm was straining. The damn thing was way too heavy.

“I think...that’s far enough.” She all but panted.

Her eyes widened as the spider was back on its feet, nearly leaping before it skittered towards her.

“Oh shit.” Escape time. Definitely escape time.

Her other hand blindly reached into her robe pocket. “C’mon! C’mon! C’mon!” When her hand finally wraps around the familiar material of wood she all but sighs in relief. She pulls the broomstick out of her pocket in a rushed ungraceful manner but it doesn’t matter. She hikes her leg over it and she’s off the ground, above the trees and out of damn Forbidden Forest.

She nearly crashes to the ground as a landing but hey, not bad for a slapdash plan. She shakily stands up, the adrenaline definitely sapping her of her strength. She gripped her broomstick to steady her.

“Tenten!”

“You did it!”

She gave her classmates a shaky grin. “Toldja I had an escape plan.”

Neji blinked before smirking at her while Lee looked at her with big eyes shining full of admiration.

“You certainly did.”

“Tenten!” Professor Umino looks positively relieved at the sight of her but then angry. “What- you-”

“I told you Professor! She saved me!” The Hufflepuff yelled behind him.

“She was amazing!” Lee added. “She used a knockback jinx on the-”

Their teacher put an arm out to stop them. “I- you shouldn’t- I was-”

“Professor, may Lee and I escort our classmates to the medical wing?” Neji interrupted.

Iruka Umino’s shoulders sagged. “Yes. Fine. I will speak with all of you later in my office, understood?”

“Yes, sir of course!”

Tenten blinked as Neji and Lee were by her side. “Need us to help you?”

“Please and thank you.” She considered riding her broom but she figured she was already in enough trouble.

The four of them began their walk to the medical wing.

“Where were you keeping that broom anyway?”

“Oh, that’s cuz I’ve enchanted my pockets to be deeper than they are.” She demonstrated by putting the broom away, tucked into her pocket like a pen.

Her classmates stared at her. “That’s advanced magic.”

“Ehh it’s easy once you figure out how it works.”

Lee smiled wistfully. “I am surprised you are not in Ravenclaw house.”

“Or Hufflepuff.” Their fourth member spoke up. “You didn’t have to look for me. You should’ve just waited for Professor Umino.”

Tenten shrugged. “I’m a Gryffindor. It’s what we do.”

Neji snorted.

“What?”

“Courage and foolishness often go hand in hand, don’t they?”

“Oh zip it.” She nudged the boy. “Besides, you came along too! What does that make you?”

Lee shook his head with a laugh, eyes facing forward. “It is courage to venture into something despite fear.” He glanced at Tenten. “You knew it was foolish but you went along anyway. That is brave.”

“Well, it definitely helped that I wasn’t alone.” She smiled at the two at her sides. “Thanks.”

Neji smiled. “Let’s skip the spiders next time.”

“Oh! I agree!”

“God yes.” She might be brave, a little foolish but she wasn’t that stupid.

#farty fic #tenten week #tenten #team gai #harry potter au//#selfcreatedtentenweek2021

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randomikemendegen · 3 years

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A random Butterfly brought a Letter to the Heartslabyul dormitory

"Heya Quintin,

My Idol Agency probably wouldnt allow me to write a Letter like this but I have been in my rare visits to NRC seeing how hard you Work and for a Person Like me who is Always so lazy If really inspires me to do more for my Fans. I also wanted to find a way to get you to Smile once even though I don't See it. So I Made you chocolate and also send you some Merch keycharms the Company we Work with Made. I Hope yous still do you best and I could make your Smile.

Your cupid anoynmous"

Inside was some different chocolates and a Pikachu Charm.

“E-Ehh...? Eeeeehhhh....???!” A red blush dusted across Quintin’s cheeks as he finished reading the letter before looking at the chocolates and pikachu keycharm that was sent along with it, glancing back and forth between the former and the latter.

His eyes couldn’t believe what he just read, causing him to become embarrassed yet happy at the same time-- embarrassed that someone had been paying attention to him practically flailing around, but also happy that someone had acknowledged his hard works.

“Hawawa~h.... What should I do...??” the albino sighed, slumping from pseudo-tiredness and loosening his hold slightly on the paper, eyes closing from (mental) exhaustion. “Should I attempt to find out about whoever sent this in order to give them my thanks personally...? Wait, what would they even like in the first place?! They’re an idol!! They must already have a lot of things that they can easily buy and have!! Aaaaaghh---!!!”

Burying his face in his hands, the young man quietly screamed into his palms at wanting to express gratitude for the letter and the Valentines’ gift, but also being unsure of what to even give back, along with his anxiety working against him.

“.... Haaah. ... Maybe I’ll bake them a stargazy pie...? ..... You know what, scratch that. I’m not that dense to know that only few like it. .... Urrgghhh.... I’m gonna have a headacheeee~....”

#ask #ask box #ask box open #oc ask game #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #oc #quintin blanpine #twst quintin #disney twst quintin

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courtrae89 · 4 years

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Queens Of Odins Eye

Final Chapter Part 2

Looks like there will be another part to this final chapter coming soon.

Warnings:NSFW,smut,language,queens being bitches.

“Fuck dealing with this, I’m going to the shop, I got a client coming” and Kia was headed in the other direction. “Kia wait, you have to face this eventually, you don’t even want him, you love Ubbe” I was exhausted by these two. Kia’s face scrunched up, she hated it when I was right. “I liked you better when you minded your own damn business.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “When have I ever minded my business when it came to you two? Go talk to her.” She looked over at Bri, and the two miniture versions of her current husband, Bri’s eyes seemed to be trained on her as well, and for a moment I thought she might be in Kia’s head.

After a moment Kia turned away from her. “I have a client, I need to go alright, I’m gonna need a drink later, you in?” she kept moving forward, “yea, I'll text you when I'm done.” I just hoped I wouldn't have to break any cat fights up. Bri being back was definitely a good thing, I just hoped Kia could see that too.

The closer I got to Bri, and the two young boys it was clear, they were Ivars, it was also clear that while Bri's powers may have changed, she had not. “Court this is Vili and Ve` I need to speak with him in private.” She pointed towards the entrance, I didn’t need an explanation, I knew she meant Ivar. “I’ll be back.” She didn’t wait for an answer, before she disappeared, then again she never asked a question either. “Oooookay, sure no problem.” I said to myself.

I felt a tug on my shirt and turned to see Vili, no Ve`, well I wasn’t really sure. “are you are auntie Court?” Bri called me their auntie, I was touched. “I suppose I am, I've known your mom a long time.” Now I definitely had to figure how to tell these two apart, auntie Court couldn’t mix up her sweet godsons. “Momma says you get on her damn nerves calling out to her all the time.” Ehh I would figure it out eventually, twins are hard to tell apart anyway, little shits.

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“What the fuck is that supposed to mean Bri? Well I’m back now, it doesn’t fucking matter, you took off! You ran away and allowed for me to miss out on a piece of my sons lives, and don’t you try and deny it!” Ivar was in Bri's face, he was seeing red, but Bri wasn't all that concerned.

“ oh and what was I supposed to do Ivar? You lost your gods damned mind when you found out about her and Ubbe, and you’ve been holding her hostage in this fucked up relationship with you since! I left because I wasn’t going to play the role you expected me to, I’m not fucking showing my boys that’s how life is.” Ivar laughed menacingly, his face in a disgusted snarl “but you can show them you don’t care that they don’t know their father?”

There was barely an inch between Bri and Ivars faces. Ivar knew that his anger was about to boil over, but gods damn he was fucking intoxicated by her scent, by just having her fucking near him, and all he could think about was throwing her against the wall and fucking her warm cunt until she drained him. He wanted to see her swollen with his child, since she had so foolishly taken that from him the first time. “Fuck you Ivar!” Bri threw her middle finger in his face.

Ivar snarled at her, pushing her against the wall, his hands held her arms so she wouldn’t stop him, and he crashed his lips into hers. Bri melted into his touch immediately as he let her arms go, and began to run his hands all over her body, her hands went to his belt desperately trying to remove what was separating them. She needed a release just as much as he did.

“I need you so fucking bad baby, Ubbe can have Kia, you’re fucking mine Bri, this pussy is mine.” Ivar turned her around, and as Bri braced herself against the wall Ivar ripped her pants, and panties down to her knees all at once, as the air hit her soaked core she shivered at the anticipation. Ivar shoved his fingers deep inside her. A deep moan slipped past her lips, and Ivar growled at the arousal he had caused to drip between her thighs.

While he worked his fingers inside her, pulling those sweet noises from her lips, Bri reached behind her to take his cock in her hands. Ivar almost came right then, his legs buckled before he caught himself. Ivar brushed against that sweet spot inside her again, and she was writhing against the wall, “Fuck Ivar, gods yes, fuck this pussy baby” her legs were shaking, her breath ragged, but Ivar held her up, and before she came down from her high he slammed his cock inside her.

Ivar fucked Bri at a brutal pace, pulling her by her hips to meet his thrusts as hard and fast as he could. The way her pussy was clenching around his cock, dirty noises leaving her, the moans, and her foul language was pushing him ever closer to the edge. Ivar knew she was close by the way she was moving with him, riding his cock to meet her high. “Fuck me Ivar, come on baby fuck me harder!” the now screams leaving her filthy mouth, Ivar reached his arm around her and started playing with her clit, he could feel her pussy beginning to spasm, slapping it a couple harsh times, Bri bucked against him, her cunt pulling is cock deeper inside as she came around him. Ivars legs buckled, his rhythm faltered as he shot his hot, sticky cum deep inside her.

As Bri came to her senses, she pushed him off her, pulling her pants back on, straightening her shirt, and fluffing her hair she went to walk out, “Bri” Bri stopped, but didn’t turn around to face him. “I meant what I said, he can have her, I just want you.” Bri’s only acknowledgment of his words was to continue on her way out the door.

When Bri walked back outside after freshening up she spotted her boys and Court dancing and laughing while Ragnar held Courts iPhone, it looked like they were on tiktok, even if Court did get on her damn nerves, it felt good to have her boys around family, but she did wonder what she would tell her boys happened to their grandfather, once whatever Court was planning was carried out.

“mommy come dance with us!” Vili and Ve` called out to her. Bri jogged across the parking lot to them, stopping in front of Ragnar as he turned around “Bri! Come here” Ragnars arms were open wide. Bri stepped up to him and hugged him tight. When he let her go she seen the adoring look I was giving Ragnar, he was looking at me with the same adoration. Seeing him as a family man gave me a warm feeling, It was hard to remember sometimes that he was the enemy. We were all fucked, literally if I didn’t get my shit together.

“Mom, mom?” the two mini Ivars called out to Bri. “can Grandpa show us his motorcycle?” “mom can we stay at Grandpa’s house tonight? He has a pool, he said we could swim, if you say it’s okay?” the boys were excitedly talking over one another, and Bri didn’t really want to tell them no, she trusted Ragnar would take care of his family, and she needed time to get her shit together tonight anyway.

“ I’ll say yes, IF grandpa says I can steal Court for the night” Bri gave Ragnar a wink, the boys were looking at Ragnar expectantly, he chuckled giving her a kiss on the cheek “anything for these two!” he made his way over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and bring his lips to mine, “Call Floki to take you home, I’ll use the Tahoe.” Ragnar voice dropped, bringing his lips to my ear “Do not forget who you belong to, make sure you’re in my bed when you lay down tonight.”

My thighs clenched together involuntarily, and I was aggravated and aroused all at the same time. That’s what it was always like with Ragnar, he treated the women he was with like property, but gods damn if it didn’t cause my panties to dampen. “your cock is the only one I want inside me baby, don’t you worry, I know who this tight cunt belongs to.” Ragnar growled lowly letting go of me before he got worked up, he handed my phone back over to me, I unlocked it and dialed Floki. Looking over to Bri as she talked with her boys, telling them to be polite, and then they gave her hugs and kisses before they chased after Ragnar to look at his bike. I ended the call with Floki, as Bri watched her boys with their grandfather.

“Being a mommy looks really good on you Bri.” She smiled, but it wasn't genuine, more sarcastic than anything, tilting her head to the side “Being The Queen looks good on you Court.” I wonder how long she had been holding that one in. “I’m not “The Queen” Bri, we both know that. Sometimes it’s hard to remember, I won’t lie to you, but I always do, and I will follow through, for you, Kia, Happ, and now for your boys. I’m not the enemy.” I had stayed calm, my voice even, and then for some reason I felt like I was being attacked. “Don’t chastise me, like you haven’t had Ragnars cock buried inside of you.”

In hindsight I probably could have refrained from those last words. Bri's face dropped, before she was in my face, her fingers curling around my dark locks “Don’t turn this around on me, I see the way you look at him, and I have every right to be concerned. Get your shit together, she yanked my hair, then let go, turning on her heals, headed straight for Kia's shop “Be at the bar by 10, I’ve got shit I need to take care of.

I just hope Kia and Bri survived each other. Before I could think much on it, the sound of Floki's bike thundered pulling up in front of me, he handed me my helmet, I grabbed my jacket, putting them both on and climbing on, wrapping my arms around his middle, sometimes I wish we could go back, but even all the love I’ve had for this club and it’s members couldn’t wash away all the sins committed.

Thinking about this most of the way “home” the home I was sharing with Ragnar and most of the time Floki, I knew it was now or never. I knew it was stupid of me, it’s not how I was trained, but I was going to cherish these last few hours, then I would end it all, and get the fuck out for good!

Meanwhile..”Kia's shop”

The bell over head rang as Bri walked through the entrance of Kia's shop, she could smell the antiseptic in the air, and hear the buzz of Kia’s art being put on canvas, if anywhere felt like home it was anywhere her sister was, but this place, Kia and Bri had worked hard on getting it running.

Kia wasn’t surprised By Bri's visit, just that she hadn’t come in due to Court dragging her by her ear. “Can I help you?” she asked as if any old customer, her heart was thumping in her chest though, she was nervous to say the least. Kia wasn’t scared if Bri, but shit wasn't exactly peachy between the two when Bri left.

“We need to talk, you got a minute?” Kia scoffed. “A min? That ain’t gonna fix shit I’ll be done in about 20, we'll talk then.” Kia went back to work, and Bri merely laughed sarcastically “Dramatic as usual” Bri walked away before Kia could get in another word, deciding to walk around the waiting area. She wasn’t going anywhere, and Kia wasn’t getting away before they hashed this shit out.

Bri watched Kia's client as he left, and made her way back to the room she could hear Kia cleaning up. “got a minute now?” Kia rolled her eyes, she wasn’t even mad at Bri anymore, at this point she was just tired of it all. “Say whatever you came back to say Bri, I’m not fighting with you, and I don’t want him, you can have him” Bri laughed “Oh how kind of you Kia, letting me have a man that you know would leave you for me anyway.”

Kia rises to her full height taking a deep breath, she had enough of the back handed comments. “ did you come back to act superior to everyone and pick fights? I don’t want to fight with you, especially not for him, he loves you, and I love Ubbe, but I will fuck you up regardless, I’m not some house mouse you can be a twat too” Bri laughed again, but this time it was genuine, she missed her sister, and it was nice to be back and have Kia and Courts smart ass mouths giving her shit.

Looks like there will be another part y’all!! Hope you like it!

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A Gentle Nudge - A Kalluzeb Ficlet

Hey all! Still alive up in here. Surgery recovery is going well, but yeah, that’s definitely why the delay in the latest chapter of TCTW. In the meantime, have some more ficlet.

I am a Jedi. My patience is without limits.

"Zzzzz."

I will not be moved to anger. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

"Zzzzzzzz."

Though I'd say you're already suffering pretty hard, a second, snide voice in his head adds.

I am one with the Force, the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, the Force is with me. I am one with the kriffing Force, and the kriffing Force damn well better be with me!

"ZZZZZZZ."

Kanan Jarrus gave up on sleep with an enraged cry, sitting up in his bedroll. In all his travels throughout the galaxy, he had thought he'd come up against the worst snorers the stars could show him.

Then he had met Garazeb Orrelios.

This fool Lasat could snore louder than a sonic buzz saw and nothing could seem to wake him once he'd fallen asleep. Kanan had tried shoving him, poking him, shouting as loud as he dared, even tried some less than gentle Force prodding. Nothing. His companion was dead to the world. There was nothing for Kanan to do but spend the night on forced watch, because there was no way he could sleep with that racket in his ears, and he couldn't quite talk himself into smothering their new companion.

He would just have to suffer through it in grudging meditation...and vow never to go on a night run with Zeb ever again.

XxX

Just go to sleep. You've heard worse.

"Zzzzz."

Seriously, if you can sleep on the streets, you can sleep anywhere. This sleemo's not gonna get to you.

"Zzzzzzzz."

You're not gonna blow this by complaining to Hera the first kriffing night!

"ZZZZZZZ."

"I give up!" Ezra Bridger snarled miserably, curling into a ball and burying his head beneath his pillow.

In the alleys and slums of Capital City, he had heard all different kinds of snoring, from the tiny and petite to the loud and monstrous. But nothing, nothing he had ever heard in his young life came anywhere close to the sound of Zeb Orrelios snoring. Forget the scent, forget the grudging, growling anger and snide comments and threats of bodily harm. Nope. He could handle all of that.

It was the snoring that would drive him crazy.

He didn't doubt they'd put him, the new kid, in a bunk with Zeb for a reason. Well, if they were trying to smoke him out, they had another thing coming. He was sticking this out. But just because he had tried everything he could think of to get the snoring to stop short of outright shoving a pillow in his bunkmate's face didn't mean he couldn't make Zeb pay for his own lack of sleep come morning.

Where was it Sabine kept those spare paints again?

XxX

Just another tired soldier.

"Zzzzz."

He needs his sleep same as you.

"Zzzzzzzz."

Bear up, Captain. You got through Echo's and Wolffe's snoring. You're gonna get through this, too.

"ZZZZZZZ."

"Oh, for the love of kark, Zeb!" Rex snarled as he sat up beside the slumbering Lasat, delivering a blow to his massive shoulder that did nothing whatever to interrupt his sleep or his snoring. "Guess now I know the reason Kanan refused to do these overnighters with you."

The only response he got was a warbled binary chuckle from Chopper as the snarky astromech rolled through the little camp.

"No, you can't poison him," the old clone scolded...

...tempting as the offer was at this exact moment.

XxX

If the Spectres had learned anything about Kallus in the weeks since he'd properly joined up with the Alliance, it was that he was a supremely light sleeper. It wasn't possible to enter a room without waking the man if he happened to be catching a few moments' sleep. Ezra had once attempted to wake him and had gotten a hand at his throat for his troubles.

He hadn't made that mistake again.

None of them had asked questions when Kallus and Zeb had begun to spend more and more of their down time together...nor when they'd even begun to hear certain noises from behind Zeb's closed and sealed bunk doors.

No.

The question they all really wanted to ask was...what would happen to this burgeoning relationship of theirs when Kallus' light sleep came up against Zeb's infernal snoring?

And that answer came on a routine supply run.

Awaiting their contact planetside, the team had set up something of a camp beneath the Ghost. After fighting off a local gang to prevent the discovery of the drop off point, Zeb and Kallus were both plainly exhausted and had fallen asleep together near the heating unit Hera had going, facing each other with their arms loosely around one another. And of course, as they all knew he inevitably would, Zeb began to snore.

"Zzzzz."

"Oh, boy," Kanan muttered.

"Zzzzzzzz."

"Here we go," Ezra said nervously, eyes flitting to the napping pair.

"ZZZZZZZ."

As if set to a chrono, Kallus started awake, eyes darting about for danger, but he quickly realized it was only the sound of Zeb snoring. Smiling easily at the Lasat, he shook his head and pressed a kiss to Zeb's forehead. Then he began to push him and they all tensed, waiting for the inevitable struggle that would ensue.

But it never came.

With Kallus' gentle nudging, Zeb simply rolled onto his other side and fell silent. And for a moment, the Spectres all reveled in the sudden silence of the camp, all shocked beyond words. But before Kallus could fall back asleep, they were all on him.

"How did you do that?" Sabine demanded in a hiss.

"I- I'm sorry?" the ex-Imperial started, looking up at all of them.

"I didn't think that was physically possible," Kanan said.

"Did I miss something?" Kallus continued to ask in bewilderment.

"Alexsandr Kallus, you are a miracle worker," Hera declared with a smile and a small shake of her head.

"What?" he tried again, still unable to make heads or tails of their amazement in the blissfully silent atmosphere.

"No one in the galaxy has ever been able to get Zeb to stop snoring. And then you just waltz in here and give him a little nudge and that's the kriffing end of it?" Ezra demanded. "I call bantha poodoo! You come into my house-"

"Shush," Kallus pleaded with a small smile, understanding beginning to dawn. "You'll wake him."

"Mating krayt dragons couldn't wake Garazeb Orrelios," Rex put in. "Doubt even you're gonna change that."

"Well...we'll see," the ex-agent said tenderly, more for a different pair of ears than theirs. Kissing one of those ears, he smiled and tucked himself back in against Zeb, wrapping an arm around him and spooning him from behind. Zeb himself just gave an easy sigh, smiling peacefully in his sleep.

No one else commented on it again. They all simply sat back and relished the unexpected peace and quiet of the night.

So I feel like I should probably tell the story that had a hand in inspiring this little piece.

I have, historically, always been a very loud snorer. My wife's a very light sleeper herself and she quickly discovered that the best way to alleviate my snoring was to give me a little push so I would roll over and cut that shit out.

Some things I suppose I should point out here are that I am, A. a damn heavy sleeper, and B. one stubborn bitch. I've never considered myself a particularly accommodating person. When I dig my heels in on something, they will stay dug, come hell or high water. Neither of these things are true with my wife. Where a combined earthquake and hurricane could never wake me, she can wake me with a few gentle touches and a whisper. And when she wants me to roll over, all it's going to take is that little push.

Everyone else? Ehh...they're not so lucky.

When I was waking up from my recent gallbladder surgery, I learned from the nurses that they'd had to fight me every step of the way to keep me lying on my back. Apparently I had done nothing but try to curl up on my side. Probably could've saved themselves the heartache and just gotten my wife down to recovery. Heheh.

#Kalluzeb #SWR #I guess Zeb's technically in this #Even if he's asleep the whole time

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