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Day One Hundred and Eighteen

-An infant came through, shrieking until no end unless their one simple demand was met: a bag of marshmallows in which to bury their face. I feel a great deal of understanding for this child, and I will undoubtedly make use of this coping strategy in the future.

-Multiple dogs have come through the store today,each brightening my day enough to more than make up for the stormy skies. A guest could purchase a stuffed Minion and slap me in the face with it and I still would not mind. All that matters now is the puppers.

-A mother turned her back to her four year-old daughter for a split second, who, with an immediacy that left no doubt of premeditation, ran to an empty register and began shining the hand scanner into her eyes. My crew has been in need of a classic wild card for some time now, and I believe I may have found a perfect fit.

-I passed a woman wearing a shirt that read, “I Love Jesus A Little.” I appreciate the honesty here. After all, JC has always struck me as the kind of guy who values being real over telling him what he wants to hear.

-An eerie spell has fallen over the shopping center. Despite the vibrant landscapes outside being perfectly lit in the most picturesque way, the sky is covered in a deep black, nearly purple covering of clouds. The store is constantly fluctuating from full and crowded to nary a shopper to be seen, yet at no point is anything more or less than a muffled buzz heard. Every thirty minutes I look at a clock, only to see that only five have gone by. I know not what is causing this metamorphosis from storefront to purgatory. I can only hope that it passes soon, or, if it does not, that I am compensated properly.

-A toddler systematically discarded items as she was pushed through the store, tossing them by the wayside as they went. She knew precisely what the most valuable item in that cart was, and she would not stand for competition.

-A family came through my lane. The father placed a stuffed stormtrooper on the counter and, gesturing to his son, said, “This is his buddy.” Next, he put up several bags of mini chocolate eggs, remarking, “And these are going to be my buddies.” Finally, he told me of his wife, “And this, this is her buddy,” before placing a therapeutic massager on my counter. No living soul will ever know the truth of who was the most uncomfortable in this situation, but I will contest to my dying day that it was me.

-A man hurriedly approached my register and, in a deep and commanding voice, addressed me, “How you doing, chief?” Caught off-guard by my new promotion, I quickly scanned his purchase of girls underwear and leggings. He finished paying and told me, “Don’t bother bagging it, we’ve had an incident,” and, items stowed under his arm, hurried back off towards the sales floor. I sent with him my best wishes and a sticker for our fallen soldier.

I love Hamilton, but something about the way white fans engage with the musical really bothers me: a lot of them are posting in the tag about the actual, historical revolutionaries and founding fathers in a way that makes them seem like funny, sweet, good people. They weren’t. I don’t just mean “Jefferson was a piece of shit”: none of them were good. Every one of their asses saw black people as inferior, even if not all of them supported slavery. All of them participated in genocidal policy against indigenous peoples. If you’re watching/listening to Hamilton and then going out and romanticizing the real founding fathers/American revolutionaries, you’re missing the entire point.

Hamilton is not really about the founding fathers. It’s not really about the American Revolution. The revolution, and Hamilton’s life are the narrative subject, but its purpose is not to romanticize real American history: rather, it is to reclaim the narrative of America for people of colour. 

Don’t romanticize the founding fathers and the revolution. They’re already romanticized. It’s been done. Your history books have already propagated those lies. The revolution is romanticized as an American narrative because it was a revolution lead by and for white men. Their story is the narrative of the nation and it is a narrative from which people of colour are utterly obliterated. 

Do you understand what it’s like to live in a nation where you are made marginal and inconsequential in the historical narrative that you are taught from your first day of school? In the Americas, to be a person of colour is to be made utterly inconsequential to the nation’s history. If you are black, your history begins with slavery, and your agency is denied; they don’t teach about slave rebellions or black revolutionaries. You learn about yourself as entirely shaped by outside forces: white people owned you, then some white people decided to free you and wasn’t that nice of them? and then you’re gone until the civil rights movement. That is the narrative they teach; in which you had no consequence, no value, no impact until less than a century ago. If you are indigenous, you are represented as disappeared, dead, already gone: you do not get to exist, you are already swallowed by history. If you are any other race, you are likely not present at all. To live in a land whose history is not your own, to live in a story in which you are not a character, is a soul-destroying experience.

In Hamilton, Eliza talks, in turn, of “taking herself out of the narrative” and “putting herself back in the narrative.” That’s what Hamilton is about: it’s about putting ourselves in the narrative. It puts people of colour in the centre of the damn narrative of the nation that subjugates them; it takes a story that by all accounts has been constructed to valourize the deeds of white men, and redefines it all. 

Why was the American Revolution a revolution? Why were slave revolts revolts? Why do we consider the founding fathers revolutionaries and not the Black Panthers or the Brown Berets or any number of other anti-racist revolutionary organizations? Whose rebellion is valued? Who is allowed to be heroic through defiance? By making the founding fathers people of colour, Hamilton puts people of colour into the American narrative, while simultaneously applying that narrative to the present. Right now, across the United States, across the damn world, people are chanting “black lives matter.” Black people are shutting down malls and highways, demanding justice for the lives stolen by police, by white supremacy. And all across the world, indigenous people are saying “Idle No More,” blockading pipelines, demanding their sovereignty. And “No One is Illegal” is chanting loud enough to shake down the walls at the border; people are demanding the end of refugee detention centres, demanding an end to the violence perpetuated by anti-immigration policies. People of colour are rising up. 

…And white people are angry about it. White people are saying “if blacks don’t want to get shot by the police they shouldn’t sag their pants”; saying “get over it” about anti-indigenous policies of assimilation and cultural genocide and land theft; Jennicet Gutiérrez was heckled by white gay men for demanding that president Obama end the detention of undocumented trans women of colour. White people see people of colour rising up and they tell us to sit down. Shut up. Stop making things difficult. The American Revolution was a bunch of white men who didn’t want to be taxed, so white history sees their revolutionary efforts as just; they killed for their emancipation from England; they were militant. That, to white people is acceptable. But those same white people talk shit about Malcolm X for being too violent–a man who never started an uprising against the government leading to bloodshed. Violence is only acceptable in the hands of white people; revolution is only okay when the people leading the charge are white. 

Hamilton makes those people brown and black; Hamilton depicts the revolution of which America is proud as one led by people of colour against a white ruling body; there’s a reason King George is the only character who is depicted by a white man. The function of the visual in Hamilton is to challenge a present in which people of colour standing up against oppression are seen as violent and dangerous by the same people who proudly declare allegiance to the flag. It forces white people to see themselves not as the American Revolutionaries, but as the British oppressors. History is happening, and they’re on its bad side.

So don’t listen to or watch Hamilton and then come out of that to romanticize the founding fathers. Don’t let that be what you take away from this show. They’re the vehicle for the narrative, and a tool for conveying the ideologies of the show, but they are not the point. Don’t romanticize the past; fight for the future. 

Headcanon that all of the Hogwarts professors treat Draco and Harry as a couple.
Harry will be missing from potions, and Professor Snape will immediately turn to Draco and ask, “Where the devil is Potter?” To which Draco will respond, “Why the hell would I know?” And Snape just raises his eyebrows as if to ask, “Don’t you?” And Draco will sigh and answer very dejectedly and abashedly, “Hospital wing.”
Draco will be absent from transfiguration and Professor McGonagall will ask Harry, “Where on earth is Mister Malfoy this morning?” And Harry will blurt out, “He slept in and is running late, but he’ll be here in a few minutes.”, before McGonagall can even finish her sentence. It’s only much later in the night when he’s stalking Draco on the Marauders Map that he wonders why McGonagall asked him when Pansy Parkinson was sitting right there.
After the war ends, it gets even worse. Not only do the professors act as if Harry and Draco are one entity, but their families start to pair them up as well.
During Christmas with the Weasleys, Molly asks Harry, “Where’s Draco?” And Harry, albeit a little tired of this nonsense by now, grits out, “I didn’t invite him.” To which Molly inquires with the utmost look of confusion on her face, “Why not?” And then her face transforms into a look of pure horror as she thinks of the worst thing imaginable, “You two aren’t fighting, are you?” Harry explodes at this, “Of course we are! That’s all we ever do!” And Molly sighs with compassion, places a hand on his shoulder, and says, “Don’t be like that, dear. Even the best relationships go through rough patches. I’m sure you’ll make up.” Harry gives up right then and there.
At Christmas with the Malfoys, Narcissa asks Draco questions to a similar degree, only their conversation ends with, “Draco, I demand you invite Harry over to Christmas Dinner this instant.” Needless to say, Draco and Harry spend Christmas together that year.
After graduating their reinstated 7th year of Hogwarts, Draco decides to move to France to find work, and nobody questions when Harry alone takes Draco to his portkey that day. They say awkward goodbyes while agreeing to see each other for Christmas, and then without a thought at all they lean in for a quick kiss and both say, “Love you” as if they had been doing it all their lives. It takes them point five seconds to realize what has just happened, and then they look at each other with wide eyes and the shared sentiment of, “What the fuck was that!?” But then the initial shock is over and replaced by a courage they both needed. Harry takes a deep breath and says, “I don’t want you to move to France. I know McGonagall offered you the potions position, and I know the only reason you didn’t take it is because that means you’ll be working with me next year, and I think, I hope that’s because you feel something for me, and you don’t want to put yourself in an uncomfortable position because you think that I don’t feel the same, but I do, and… I want you to stay… with me.”
And that’s how they both finally admit to themselves that they’ve been dating for the past five years.

“Like what you see?”(MATURE)

“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.

“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.

“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.” she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.

As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the sound was just like an angel was laughing.

“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”, but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider, he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her palms.

That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”

She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO” her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.

“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended, Y/N.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”

She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me naked?”

She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and happy anymore, it was rather serious.

“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.

“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.

“So you where picturing me naked.”

“No I was not.”

“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.

She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.

“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than just that.

“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”

She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a simple question which should clarify everything.

“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she was changing the subject.

“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again. “You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”

He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um, I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking, tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring and loving.”

He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.

He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.

He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but never touching hers.

Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to anything.”

He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside, Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness, but it only made her hornier.

“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.

His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly, then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.

“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.

“Yes, daddy.”

He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her, without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head. It only made her moan into the kiss.

He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please, Justin.”

All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan.

He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on your back, hands above your head.”

She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head, meeting the coldness of headboard.

Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl, you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot, making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.

He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.

She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.

The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little mouth occupied, won’t I?”

Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.

“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t, but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the same position as before.

He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”

She would gladly go slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace, sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in her mouth.

“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.

“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.

“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”

He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”

He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her legs, separating them to get into better position.

“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.

She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.

The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling onto it.

She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”

With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.  

“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.

He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded, and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this forever.

He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek twice, making her whimper after every slap.

He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace. Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”

She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah? Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”

His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.

As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.

“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.

“Oh I’m not finished with you just yet.”

Lights and Clothes On

“Request: Alright alright alright (*thinking unsexy thoughts*) could you please do something where Peter comes to stay in the tower for [part of] summer and reader is dating him but also either Steve’s or Tony’s daughter and one morning Peter comes to wake her and to get her out of bed he pulls her into a dance to the song Lights On by Shawn Mendes and her dad watches through a crack in the door (maybe even video tapes it) Pretty please! Love your blog and your works, hun!! 💕💕💕

Originally posted by koenigreus

A/N: I feel like I rushed the ending. Oops? Anyways this was super fun to write and I really enjoyed the request. I hope this was good!!!


Some dreams are faint. The one you were having before being rudely awakened was faint for example-you felt warmth of sunlight and heard voices. A hand on your shoulder and another on your waist. 

You didn’t really remember being shaken awake with the thick cloud of sleep but it was only a few moments earlier. Now, though, you were laying on your back with a frown. “Dad, don’t make me get up,” you say with a thick drowsy voice. 

“Dad has to,” Tony replies with an apologetic sigh although you felt the non-apology even from beneath your purple linen sheets. “We have training today. And it’s Peter’s first real day. He’d want his Avenger girlfriend there with him. ”

You sat up in bed with a messy mop of [h/c] on top of your head and a glare on your face. “I’m quitting. I’m no longer an Avenger,” you told your father plainly. “And what exactly do you plan on doing with your life?” he asks with amusement dripping down his face.

“I’ll become a stripper,” you said. “My name will be White Chocolate instead of White Falcon. White Chocolate has a better ring to it, don’t you think?” 

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anonymous asked:

Can I request #6 & #9 with Zach? Can it be full of angst and then just angry sex later on?

Zach smut is sexy as heck,, thanks for requesting!! enjjjoy my children ;) xx

** its not that angry?? im super sorry, like i just idek. if anyone wants to request a separate imagine i’ll do like anger anger in that, sorry **

#6: “It was a dare.”
#9: “You’re acting like baby.” “And you’re acting like a bitch.”


“Calm down, Zach,” You chimed, touching his arm gently. “It was a dare.”

“It was a dare?!” He exclaimed, stepping toward you. “I don’t care, Y/N! You shouldn’t mess with people like that!”

You stepped back from the seething boy, wishing that Justin had never texted you the stupid dare. “You’re acting like a baby.” You folded your arms across your chest, frowning up at the tall boy.

“And you’re acting like a bitch.”

Your mouth grew dry, yet your hands became clammy. Did he just call you a bitch? Zach was a friend, a best friend actually, and you wished it was more, but you guys never fought. Perhaps if you never accepted the dare Justin had set upon you, Zach wouldn’t be glaring holes into your face.

“How was I even messing with you?!” You raised your voice, confusion flooding your face.

“Because,” He stalked toward you, making you step back in reply, before he pinned your body against the wall. “When you kiss someone you should mean it.”

Your heart was beating faster every second that passed. His breath quickened as he stared into your eyes. He was serious, but he was also seriously hot. Damn this boy.

“How do you know I didn’t mean it?” You quietly asked, honesty lacing every syllable.

His breath hitched at the meaning behind your words, hands reaching up to cup your face. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, Zach’s eyes flicking to your lips before trailing back up to your eyes.

“I dare you.”

Your stomach ignited at his whisper, his lips lightly dragging along your neck. The tight grasp you had on your pants dropped and you moved them to his shirt instead, pulling to bring his body further against yours before crashing your lips on his.

He growled into the kiss, moving his hands to your waist in order to pick you up and carry you over to his bed, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your kiss broke apart as he lay you down, his breathing unsteady as he attached his lips to your neck.

“Z-Zach,” You stuttered, running your hands over his back. “I want you to fuck me.”

His growls were deep, and you could tell he was still pissed off deep down. “Do you dare me?”

You swallowed hard, dancing your fingers along his spine. “I double dare you.”

He chuckled against your neck, the feeling of his smile against your skin caused your stomach to twist in excitement. You were very aware that you were in his house, but the excitement and fear of someone coming home just fueled your want and need for Zach.

“You’ve been rude all day,” He kissed down to your chest. “And I think,” He paused, moving down to unbutton your pants. “You need to be punished.”

You let out a small moan at his words, helping him take your pants off, the cool air igniting goosebumps on your skin as he slowly dragged them down your legs. His warm hands gripped your thighs tightly as he moved up your body.

“How?” You breathed.

He smirked, getting off of you and standing up beside his bed, running a hand through his dark hair. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, stepping back to his bed and hovering over your lying figure.

“Why don’t I just show you?” He questioned, rubbing the insides of your thighs. “This lesson has to be taught physically.”

You smirked. “Go ahead, take your anger out.”

He kissed you slowly, hands moving closer to your panties. “I intend to.” He whispered against your lips, his fingers rubbing your panty covered core.

You held back a small moan, running your fingers through his hair as he moved down to pepper kisses over your neck. He sucked and nibbled areas, blowing cool air onto the fresh hickies as the bruise developed. You let out a sigh of contentment, lifting your legs around his waist, his hand still teasing your clit, as you pulled his body closer to you.

“I’m angry with you,” He moved down your body, hands now running along your sides. “Because you take a dare,” His fingers looping under the edge of your panties. “And make it feel as though kissing me is some sort of joke.” He teasingly took his time sliding your panties down your legs, making the wait so much more painfully long. “When in fact, Y/N,” He threw the discarded piece of clothing across his room. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for as long as I’ve known you.”

Fire ignited your veins the moment the words left his mouth, your clit instantly being worked with his wet mouth. You moaned his name, your hips involuntarily bucking upward, only making his mouth take more of you. He flicked his tongue, amused at your reactions. A chuckle left his mouth, the vibrations causing you to shiver in pleasure.

“Just fuck me, Zach.” You pleaded, ready for him to just take you. He licked your core softly, teasing you, occasionally sucking on the sensitive bud that made your mind swirl. “F-Fuck.” You gasped.

He lent his head back to face you, smirking cockily at your flushed face. You couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore. He seemed to be enjoying this way too much. “Are you sure?” He asked, hands rubbing your outer thighs.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You nodded your head, consenting completely and wholly. Fuck, you just needed him.

He grinned this time, opening his bedside table draw and pulling out a condom. He passed it you, and you smirked, opening the square packet as he slid off his boxers. You sat up on the edge of his bed, ushering him closer to you in order to roll the condom onto his length. He let out a small moan at the feeling of your hands on his cock before he gently pushed you back onto the bed as he hovered over your body, one hand resting beside your head. You looked at his length nearing your entrance, and oh god, did it make you wet. He gently slid his free hand up and under your shirt, gripping your side as he teased your entrance with his cock. Boy, was he hard.

You reached down, gently gripping his cock, making him moan and drop his head into the crook of your neck. He let out a shaky breath, lifting himself back up in order to line himself up with your entrance. His eyes only darkened as they watched your face, his cheeks flushing as he pushed into you.

A deep groan left his parted lips. “Fuck.” He choked, going deeper.

You closed your eyes, letting out a moan against his lips as they connected to yours. He pushed in all the way, hitting your g-spot, making you let out another moan. Zach smirked, pulling out teasingly slow before thrusting back in. Your world shook as the pleasure consumed your body. This is what he meant by punishment - doing small things that caused a large deal of sensitivity and all things good to your body and nerve endings.

“Open your eyes,” He demanded, panting. “Y/N,” He sounded stern, pushing deeper with every thrust. “Open. Your. Eyes.”

So you did, meeting his angry ones. He needs to get angry more often. You watched his eyes darken further, clouding with lust as he pounded into you. “Zach,” You moaned. “Oh, f-fuck.”

He chuckled lightly, speeding up his actions, groaning each time he hit your g-spot. His hand that was still resting beside your head clenched the sheets to keep him balanced as he took his other hand from gripping your side and lifting your leg up to rest over his shoulder.

“Fuck yes,” He moaned into your neck, his pace quickening. “You’re so fucking…” He growled. “Tight.”

You rested your other leg on his shoulder too, only making Zach go deeper inside of you. His hand traveled down, teasing your clit. You knew that you wouldn’t last long if he added even more stimulation. But of course he did, because it’s Zach, and he just wants to see you cum.

You moaned loudly, hands gripping the back of his neck and hair as he began circling the sensitive bud with his fast fingers. Fuck him, honestly. Ironically, too.

“Every time,” He groaned, quickening his fingers. “I think back to that kiss, I-” He cut himself off, letting out a moan as your lips met his. “It makes me so fucking mad,” His thrusts were unforgiving as he pounded into you, the sheet in his hand pulled tightly. “And so now I’m taking it out on you.”

The pace of his thrusts quickened, as the feeling in your stomach grew. His fingers making the pleasure you were feeling doubled, his moans fueling your excitement. He was so damn sexy when mad. He took his anger out into you, going deep and hard, growling into your neck and kissing up your jaw. He was mesmerising, his cheeks flushed and eyes dark, while his body caused yours to buckle and writhe under his ways to pleasure you.

God damn, he was beautiful.

You could feel yourself getting closer, as was Zach, his thrusts only grew in pace while his fingers rubbed harder. “Fuck, yes,” He panted. “Cum with me.” He choked out, growling and moaning into your neck.

You gripped his skin, anywhere and everywhere, moaning his name and kissing his lips. The pressure built, your stomach twisting in excitement, before Zach completely undid you.

“Cum now.” He demanded, short of breath. “Now, fuck yes, now.”

With another thrust you were gone, your mind spinning in elevation, scratching his skin as loud moans left your parted lips. He took both hands to your hips as he came too, focusing on riding out your highs together. He watched where you connected, milking every last drop from his erect cock. He let out a content sigh, running a hand through his dampened hair before leaning down and kissing your lips, hands cupping your face as he gently pulled out of you, gasping softly into your neck.

He collapsed beside you, letting out a breath, before turning to face you. Your body was still in bliss as you turned your head to look at the boy lying beside you, grinning.

“Remind me to thank Justin.”


idk if this was even good lol but i hope you liked it either way 

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Do you remember what happened the last time we went to marriage counseling?

Side Chick (Part 2)

* credit to gif owner

Part 1

A/N: @iknowyoufeelme because you gotta be the first to know this is up

“Mind if we join you?” he questioned. You could see the look in Calum’s eyes and knew what was happening. He was jealous. The type of jealous that made you question just exactly where the two of you stood in your “relationship.”

     Before either you or Eric could respond Calum was sliding into the booth along with his friends. As a result, you were smushed between Eric and Calum while Calum was between you and Ria. “What are you doing here?” you asked Calum. To everyone else your words sounded like an innocent question, but to Calum he could clearly hear the waver in your voice and a hint of annoyance. You could see the smirk on Calum’s face begin to grow. 

“We just stopped by to grab some food. You know I think I saw you at the party, Y/N I could have sworn I overheard you saying you weren’t coming tonight,” Calum said. For a split second you could see Calum glower at you. His jaw had clenched and he looked down at you with raised eyebrows. 

“Y/N decided last minute that she wanted to come,” Eric answered for you. He looked at Calum with the same expression the Maori boy was giving and you could feel his hand pull you into him even more. Calum had noticed the action too and his clenched jaw grew even more. 

“Hi I’m Ria. I don’t think we’ve properly met,” Calum’s girlfriend interjected, breaking the tension that was in the air. She had peered over Calum’s shoulder and sent you a beaming smile. You studied the girl curiously taking in her dyed blue hair and piercing brown eyes. “I’m guessing you all have class together?” she commented, resting her chin on Calum’s shoulder. You were stunned. Ria’s friendliness taking you aback for a minute. The two of you had crossed paths before, but had never actually spoken to one another. From looking at her now you could tell Ria had not the slightest clue what was going on. She only assumed what Calum must have told her that they were going to grab something to eat. 

“I’m Eric,” the boy beside you spoke up, reaching the hand that wasn’t wrapped around you to shake Ria’s hand. 

“Y/N,” you smiled, feeling guilty at the fact that you were fucking this girl’s boyfriend and she had no idea. You had always wondered what it would be like to meet Ria; thinking she would be the nastiest person ever or some stuck up bitch. Instead you were met with the opposite. This girl seemed sweet and from the looks of it she was so in love with Calum. It made you sick to your stomach at the fact that you were hurting her. 

“You two look like a couple. Am I right?” she asked. You could feel Calum stiffen up beside you and broken sentences began to leave your lips as Calum stared at you curiously.

“Uh no-we’re-uh,” you muttered not sure what to say.

“We haven’t gotten that far yet,” Eric laughed making an uneasy smile come across your face. Calum was scowling now and you swallowed hard. This must have been what Eric wanted to admit. That he had feelings for you and wanted to take you out on a date. 

“Are we going to eat or what!?!” one of Calum’s friends whined. Michael, you mentally reminded yourself. Calum’s group nodded in agreement and before you knew it they had gone off to grab food. 

“Excuse me I have to use the restroom,” you muttered, slipping past Eric quickly and making a dash for the bathroom. You felt terrible and your fingers tightly gripped onto the porcelain sink as you dry heaved into it. You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your breath became ragged. “What are you doing?” you muttered to yourself. Your head lifted and you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes closed and you sucked in a deep breath before slowly exhaling. You then turned on the faucet and began to dab cold water on your face to cool your skin. Ria didn’t deserve any of this. She didn’t deserve to have Calum cheating on her. After finally meeting the girl you realized all of this was wrong. Your feelings for Calum went beyond sexual intimacy which made you feel even more guilty. After a few minutes you left the bathroom only to run into Calum.

“So you and Eric huh?” Calum questioned, leaning against the opposite wall and staring at your with dark eyes. You rolled your eyes at his words and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So you’re all of a sudden jealous?” you scoffed, “Go back to your girlfriend, Cal and let me enjoy my night.”  You tried to walk past him, but Calum was quick to grab your arm and pulled you back into him. 

“I thought I made it clear that you weren’t coming to the party tonight and yet when I look across the room what do I see? You grinding up against pretty boy back there,” Calum hissed. You bit onto your bottom lip and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You weren’t sure if Calum was angry that you had gone to the party, or that you were flirting with Eric, or both. “I’m telling you now that I’m not one to share, so whatever the fuck you have going on with him you need to end it,” Calum demanded. You looked at him in surprise and you could feel your anger boiling. 

“You’re not one to share!” you exclaimed, immediately being shushed by Calum. You accusingly pointed your finger at him. “You’re such a hypocrite. You’re not one to share, but I’m the one sharing you, Calum!” You pushed at his chest in anger the minute he took a step towards you. “How could you? How can cheat on Ria? Sit there next to her all while you’re secretly screwing me in the backseat of your car?” you questioned. Calum stared at you in shock. “You wanted me to stay in my lane and so I did. Not once did I approach you at the party, but all of a sudden you get jealous and follow me out just to ruin things.” You caught your breath, chest heaving up and down at your small rant. 

“You done?” Calum questioned, looking at you with a bored expression. Your mouth clamped shut and you could feel your skin become hot. Calum peered out the hall and his eyes landed to where the group was. Everyone had gotten back to the table with their respective food. They were all to engrossed in conversation to notice that you and Calum were gone. “I’m not the only one in the wrong here, Y/N. You knew from the jump that I had a girlfriend. You enjoyed sleeping with me as much as I enjoyed sleeping with you, so don’t go around pointing the blame at me when you’re the one at fault too,” he said in a low menacing voice. Calum licked his lips and he inched closer to you until he was towering over you, but also looking down at you. You swallowed hard and just like earlier that day your breath was sucked out of you. “Just because you went against what I said I’ll be stopping by your place at three to remind you who’s in charge. This is the last time I’m telling you…I don’t share, so end things with Eric.” With that said he left to head back to the group and seconds later you rejoined them. Your happy mood deflated as everyone sat eating and Calum spent the rest of the time making out with Ria.

     “You and Calum are what!?!” Eric questioned, mouth parting in surprise. His mouth quickly closed when he felt the food almost fall out. You quickly glanced at your surrounding to make sure no one was eavesdropping on your conversation. Talking in the dining hall resulted in everyone knowing your business whether you wanted them to know or not. 

“We’re sleeping with each other,” you repeated, nose scrunching up in fear of what Eric might say. You flicked your fork about in the pasta you had been eating and avoided Eric’s gaze. He swallowed the food in his mouth and then cleared his throat.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked, shifting in his spot at how awkward the air between you two had become. Eric’s feelings for you was clearly known by now and hearing that the girl he was currently seeing was also having sex with someone else wasn’t something he wanted to know. He wasn’t expecting your lunch date to turn into this discussion at all.

“Because I really like you and I thought you should know because I’m such a terrible person for sleeping with a guy that has a girlfriend,” you explained. It was true, in your mind you were the worst person ever for possibly ruining a relationship. Ever since the party you and Eric had been spending a lot of time together. You had even gone on a few dates to Calum’s dismay and throughout the whole thing you were still seeing Calum.

“You’re not a terrible person, Y/N,” Eric reassured, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze. He let out a deep sigh and asked the question that was nagging at the back of his brain. “So what you’re telling me is that you’re a side chick?” Eric hesitantly asked in shock, he slumped back into his spot. When you said you had something to tell him, well Eric wasn’t expecting to hear this. You quietly nodded and was suddenly aware at how much he was staring at you. 

“It’s not something I’m proud of okay? I feel bad because after meeting Ria and seeing how nice she is…god I’m so stupid for getting myself into this mess,” you sighed, chewing frantically at your bottom lip. This wasn’t fair to Eric or Ria.

“Then why not end it? Clearly you feel second to Ria, so you shouldn’t feel like that with someone you’re dating,” Eric explained. He somehow caught on to the fact that you must have had some type of feelings for Calum. Otherwise you would have ended things sooner.

“Calum told me to end things with you. He doesn’t like to share,” you said. Erick blinked back in surprise. You eyebrows rose in a ‘yeah I know’ type of way and you continued to poke at your food. Eric rolled his eyes.

“What does he mean “he doesn’t want to share” that’s a bunch of bullshit. Y/N you should be with someone that doesn’t hide you away from the world. Someone that wouldn’t cheat on their girlfriend,” Eric said, he squeezed your hand again. You could already tell what Eric’s next words were going to be, but Eric wasn’t the one to say it.

“Someone like you I’m guessing?” the all too familiar voice butted in. Eric’s face contorted into a scowl and he turned in his spot to face Calum. 

“Always a pleasure, Hood,” Eric said. You could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “But yeah now that you mention it Y/N should be with someone like me,” Eric stated. You could see Calum’s hand ball up into a fist and the vein on his neck only seemed to pulsate as his anger grew. “At least she would know she was number one in my life. Unlike you,” Eric said, staring Calum down. You were lost for words. Even if you and Calum weren’t in a relationship you knew just how possessive he became. In Calum’s mind you were his even if you were just his side piece. You could feel the tension get thick and it must have been felt around the area too. Almost everyone that was close by was staring at the three of you. Overhearing everything that was being said. 

“What makes you think she would want to be yours?” Calum taunted, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “You don’t know Y/N like I do, so I suggest you back up off my girl before we have a problem,” he said. Eric smirked at Calum’s words and scratched at his cheek in amusement. Eric looked at you then back to Calum and then back to you again. To both yours and Calum’s surprise Eric’s head dipped down to give you a quick, but passionate kiss. 

Calum so far hadn’t made a move, but Eric decided to take things one step further. Getting up from his spot and getting in Calum’s personal space. “I don’t think she’s yours, but you know I wonder what Ria would think about your little affair with Y/N?” Eric’s words came out as a threat. “You know I think I see her coming into the cafeteria now,” Eric stated. Calum didn’t even hear Eric’s last words. Eric had already pushed Calum’s buttons enough by kissing you and he tipped the scale even more by threatening to expose him as a cheater. Calum’s fist flew up and collided with Eric’s jaw. You let out a small yelp and reared back as Eric stumbled for a second then took a swing at Calum too. Not too long after the two were fighting right there in front of everyone. Eric sent a punch to Calum’s stomach making him double over in pain for a minute before he sucker punched Eric in the eye. 

“STOP IT!” you yelled, not wanting to jump between the two in fear of getting caught in the crossfire of their punches. They were on the ground now and you watched in horror as Eric tackled Calum down into a chokehold. “Holy fuck,” you gasped, your hands flying up to grip at your hair. Calum jabbed his elbow into Eric’s stomach and Eric grunted, hiis hold on Calum releasing. Calum gasped for air, but was quick to get back to fighting.

“CALUM!” Ria shouted now joining you to watch the two boys go at it. Calum’s attention was taken off of the other guy at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. Ria was looking at him in surprise not sure why he was fighting Eric. At that moment Eric pinned Calum down to the ground and overpowered him. You had remembered Eric telling you he was on the wrestling team for the college. 

“Tell her!” Eric demanded making Calum face Ria. You shook your head no. This was the opposite of what you wanted. Calum spat out blood and glared at Eric’s words. “If you don’t I will,” Eric threatened. Though he didn’t have a chance to fulfill his threat, Calum’s group of friends pushing through the crowd and pulling Eric off their friend. 

“Break it up!” Luke yelled, pushing Eric in your direction and flinging Calum towards Ashton and Michael. “You don’t do this shit on school grounds man!” Luke yelled, slapping Calum upside the head. Calum wiped blood from his mouth and glanced towards you. You were too busy trying to make sure if Eric was okay to notice his longing look. But Ria noticed it, her attention shifting between you and Calum. Out of everyone in the group she didn’t know her boyfriend was cheating on her with you.

“Look I have feelings for you too Y/N and I won’t be second to that asshole, so whatever you have with Calum you need to figure it out and when you do then give me a call when you’ve sorted it out,” Eric said, grabbing the napkins you had given him to wipe his bloody nose. He gave you one last kiss before grabbing his things and leaving. Pushing past Calum and exiting the cafeteria before campus police could show up. You let out a huff and looked at Calum in worry. Your attention was taken off of him when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Ria eyeing you nervously. 

“I couldn’t help but overhear what Eric had said to you, but answer my question honestly,” she slowly said. Her words had reached Calum’s ears, who wasn’t standing that far away from the two of you, and his eyes widened in horror. Clearly Ria had put two and two together, though she had some suspicion about Calum cheating this fight only seemed to heighten it. Now she was going to the source wanting to hear from your mouth that you were in fact having sex with her boyfriend. “Are you sleeping with my boyfriend?” she questioned.

The most grievous error in blaming white people for slavery is that it was not black slaves who freed themselves (at least not en masse), but rather white statesmen and soldiers. Hundreds of thousands of white people died to end slavery. Demanding apologies (or worse, reparations) from all white people over slavery erases the sacrifices of white abolitionists and the white soldiers who died in the cause of ending slavery.

pages 259 261 and 262 - sometimes, I like to pretend I’m not attached to floor with a chain and the dungeon I’m in isn’t just a room with a single door set high up on the wall. I like to pretend I am free to walk around and explore, and one day while pushing my fingers between two rocks something gives and a section of stone pulls away to reveal the entrance to a hidden labyrinth. I would walk down the dark path heedless of danger, thinking anything is better than sitting in one spot for eternity. Carefully making my way through the maze I would eventually find the end and my just reward. This one says money, but I’m thinking maybe a shower and sunlight and/or freedom. And if there’s a case of mineral and vitamin rich health shakes that will stop my body from disintegrating, all the better.

Familial Ties

Request: “So, it’s not a request you don’t have to write it. It’s just an idea I had. I’m gonna write it in 2 messages because it wont fit in one. Imagine you have a 5 year old daughter with Kylo but the Resistance doesnt know it and one day they kidnap you with your daughter, thinking you may have information of the First Order. And then, Leia is there and tries to make your daughter feel comfortable, because you know she’s just a baby in the middle of a war, so she approaches her and… she asks her “what’s your name?” and your daughter says “Padme” and Leia thinks it’s strange, and Padme says “It was my daddy’s grandma name” so Leia is like whaaaat? Who’s your dad? So you come close and with a smirk in your face say to Padme “Honey, tell the lady who your daddy is” and Padme says “My daddy is Kylo Ren! Dah!” Imagine Leia’s face, pure SHOCK.”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1611

Warnings: none

A/n: BISH IF U THOUGHT I WASN’T GOING TO WRITE THIS!!!! I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH


The moment her small hand gripped your finger was the moment you broke your promise to Kylo. You had told him that no matter what, you would always love him more than anything else in the Galaxy. But as you stared into your daughter’s eyes for the first time, you knew she had to come first. You looked up at Kylo, an air of understanding sweeping his features, silently taking the same vow to always put your little girl first.

“What’s her name?” He asked quietly, his massive hands taking her from your arms, and cradling her with a weary, yet intensely heartfelt smile.

You pondered for a minute. You had spoken about names before, but had never settled on anything. But as soon as you saw her for the first time, when you peered into the depths of her new soul, you knew her name.

“Padmé.” You smiled, and this caused Kylo to let out a short chuckle, tears welling in his eyes.

“I promise you,” he whispered, decreeing himself to his tiny daughter. “I will protect you, no matter what, Padmé.” He then turned to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, my beautiful.”

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melting-in-feels  asked:

I hate/love imagining Beckendorf being alive and just being a big bro to Leo and working together on projects. And Beckendorf is just so proud of his hyperactive Latino little bro when he tamed and fixed festus and when he found bunker 9 and I just... Ahh!! And then just being UNSTOPPABLE together with their machines. And Leo meeting beckendorfs mom (she's alive right?) and just... Yeeeess!!!

DON’T DO THIS TO ME THIS IS SO CUTE.

to add to that!!!!

  • charlie taking NONE of leo’s shit. ranging from “you can keep making dumb jokes, but i know you’re not okay” to “you thought that was funny, but it was super rude. go apologize to that person.” 
  • that includes the “you know you don’t NEED to be in a relationship to be part of the gang, right? it’s okay to be on your own” talk. leo needed it from someone who maybe understood the whole ‘maybe i should just stick to machines and not people’ thing
  • LEO TEASING HIM ROTTEN ABOUT SILENA 8D
  • charlie/leo teasing each other about random things. “i’m surprised you can lift that drill leo, your arms are basically just. noodles.” etc
  • the nicknames leo would give charlie omfg. please imagine leo calling beckendorf ‘charlzilla’ just picture it
  • nyssa clunks them BOTH over the head with a wrench when they’re annoying her and they both just mumble “sORRY….”
  • leo telling charlie about his mom eventually–after charlie notices the tapping out in morse code leo constantly does. he understands enough of it to get the message, and asks. leo is embarrassed but tells him anyway. after that leo gets a random invite out to the beckendorf household for the next big holiday. it’s a nice few days for him there.
  • and now i’m stuck thinking about how after the gaea battle, charlie would never be able to watch fireworks.
  • how he’d have to tell their siblings that festus is gone, that leo isn’t ever coming home
  • he doesn’t let himself cry about it openly, but he’ll vanish to the bunker on his own on the bad days and come back with suspiciously red rimmed eyes and a roughness in his voice
  • :(
Sun Boy (Solangelo fic)

I love solangelo so much I decided to write another fic because they deserve it
also this fic is a bit longer than the other one so just look out for that =)))

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Will Solace fusses over anyone who is sick. However, that doesn’t excuse Nico from getting fluttery skeletal butterflies in his stomach every time Will does the same to Nico when he gets the occasional cough or fever. And it also doesn’t mean that Will pays any more attention just because it so happens to be Nico di Angelo.

But this time, Nico has had it up to Olympus with his goddamn coughing. His throat feels parched, and it feels as if there are a million tiny ass ants trying to crawl up his esophagus. Every time he coughs, phlegm piles up along with bile, and vomit itches at the back of his throat. He can’t even lie down to get a good night’s sleep without coughing his damn lungs out. But apparently the sight of a teary eyed Nico di Angelo hunching over the toilet bowl only cracks Will Solace up. You’d think Apollo’s son would be more helpful. Instead, Sun Boy laughs and pats Nico’s back gently saying; “It’ll be over soon.”

A week later, it isn’t. The presence of coughing seems to have incorporated itself into Nico’s daily routine, and Will’s furrowed brows that emerge every time Nico lets out a hacking cough indicates his growing worries.

Another week later, Will is constantly by Nico’s side. And at this point Nico is almost grateful for his coughing. Because although they may only be friends at this stage, Will not being grossed out by Nico should be taken as a good sign, right? And the lingering possibility that the reason why Will has stuck around so far is because he is a natural healer stays neatly tucked away from Nico’s mind for a sense of peace.

A month later, Nico’s cough has stopped and Will is still hanging around him. Apparently Nico didn’t get the memo that Sun Boy stays with the patient even after the patient is no longer said patient. 

But two months later, Nico hasn’t let out a single cough. And Will is still there. Sun Boy fusses over Nico’s breakfast, lunch, dinner, and anytime he has a snack; and it’s clear that it’s not because Nico’s “sick”. It’s been a solid month since Nico’s even cleared his throat a little before speaking. Everyday Nico is reminded to drink more than one liter of water, and soon Will becomes Nico’s own portable water bottle. He eats fruits and Will’s insistence even though he’d much rather eat Egg McMuffins from McDonald’s. Hell, he’d even eat vegetables. But no, Will is stubborn and even though Nico scrunches up his face every time he has to eat an apple (which is ironic, since apples should keep doctors - more specifically blonde freckled healers - away) but Will forces him to anyways. Honestly, fuck the bowls of mixed fruit. They will be the death of Nico.

In terms of Will, the boy could not have been anymore confused than him when he was with Nico. Although the pale and skinny boy looked like a polar opposite of Will (he was too freckled and lanky for his own good), they made a competent pair. No matter how many times Will nagged at Nico throughout the day, Nico seemed to enjoy it - Will never missed the tugging smile almost always daring to take over Nico’s face before being replaced with a scowl. Will had treated enough patients to be able to read the faces of many, but Nico’s expressions were a work in progress. 

And it seemed to go the same way for Nico too. Nico had encountered many demigods prior to Will, but still found that no one could persuade Nico as easily as Sun Boy. Fruits were one thing, but the way he could make Nico open up so easily scared and thrilled Nico at the same time. And even though Nico’s feelings are almost always muddled and hard to decipher; somehow with Will, Nico could place his finger on exactly what emotion he was feeling. 

So when it’s Will’s turn to be sick - he has a runny nose and a fever from overworking; which was no surprise - Nico (albeit warily) jumps at the opportunity to take care of Sun Boy. And it’s his first time seeing Will, the natural born healer of the camp, in such a state. There are tissues all over his cabin, and Will lies headfirst into his pillow, his body unmoving. There is something quite laughable about how the roles of the two boys have been reversed, and how Will refuses to shift even a bit to the left or right so that Nico can feed him some medicine. An ice-cold washcloth floats in a basin right on Will’s nightstand, as if he attempted to heal himself on his own first.

A lot of swearing and struggling from both parties is involved, with Nico saying, “I swear to the gods Sun Boy, if you don’t listen to me I will raise the dead to personally serve you for the rest of your goddamn life,” and muffled sounds from Will’s voice being muted by the pillow saying, “Fuck everything I just wanna get better” and “why should I be sick, I’m a goddamn healer this doesn’t make sense; my medical textbooks make more sense and that’s saying something”. But in the end after much wrestling - Nico demanding to take care of Will, and Will stubbornly refusing; the same ice-cold washcloth in the basin ends up on Will’s forehead, courtesy to Nico’s doing. 

And Nico decides to spend the night next to Will’s bed, much to cabin seven’s amusement; and partly because Nico really wanted to send a big ‘fuck you’ to the harpies. He uses the excuse of being Will’s temporary ‘healer’ (if he could even call himself one), and changes the washcloth every thirty minutes. This time, Nico would get the pleasure of nagging at Will to eat vegetables - Will surprisingly has had a very long history of disliking fruits - everyday as payback for the fruits.

But when dusk turns to night, and Will’s eyes droop and he falls asleep; Nico finds himself staring at Will’s blonde lashes and constellation of freckles. He is reminded of his no longer steady heartbeat, and he curses himself and all the gods for ever letting him meet Sun Boy. Because this time, Will means much more than Percy ever did, and Nico hates that. Nico should know better. Losing Bianca was enough, and liking Percy was already too much. The possibility of loving Sun Boy was too much for Nico to handle. Because Nico knows like the back of his hand that it is that much difficult to confess, but that much easy to get rejected. And Nico doesn’t think he can handle that this time around. So Nico swallow these feelings down just like he did for Percy, but this time it’s much more than that and that is specifically the reason why Nico must swallow them down. 

When morning arrives, Will wakes with a much clearer mind (and nose), and sees Nico asleep on the floor beside him. Will looks down from the bed at the makeshift mattress Nico lies on, and even with all the probable odds that Will knew were against him, he reaches down and clasps his hand with Nico’s. Too many feelings surge, and they kind of electrocute Will; but he keeps a steady grip on Nico’s hand. He doesn’t want to let go, so he decides not to for now. And perhaps it is because of chance, or most likely because of his clouded mind in the early morning; but when Nico stirs he still doesn’t let go.

Waking up and looking down at clasped hands with Nico’s crush doesn’t seem to be a possible situation until it actually happens. Nico’s never even dared to dream of this happening. And at first Nico thinks that this is a dream that should be over soon. But he feels his lashes flutter and then he things that he’s hallucinating. But then he hears Will chuckle softly, and squeezing Nico’s hand so he thinks that this is a friendly gesture. So he lets his face betray him, allowing his forehead to wrinkle up; and he looks at Will, confused and half hoping that this motion is not friendly and completely due to Will’s secret crush on Nico too.

Will doesn’t know why he says it. He thinks it’s best to blame it on his fever. But when blurts out “Dude I think I really like you and not in the friend way” it is all he can do to not curl up and hide under his blankets. He’s such a fucking softie, he feels like a moron. He lets go of Nico’s hand quickly and sits up, watching the washcloth on his forehead fall splat onto the ground.

Nico doesn’t know what to feel. He must really be dreaming. Because Sun Boy just said that he likes Nico not in a friend way, which must mean he likes Nico like a crush. And that shouldn’t be possible because they are technically polar opposites. But apparently Nico doesn’t realize what he’s doing too, because just as Will lets go of his hand, Nico grabs Will’s hand to stop it from moving away. He trembles a bit and whisper-mumbles “Me too.” It has been established. Nico’s a fucking moron for doing this and he knows it but does it anyways. 

But when confessions are done and they are clasping hands and hugging and smiling and feeling ecstatic, they are interrupted by Nico, who lets out a very large sneeze. And when the irony is drowned out by peals of laughter from Will, Nico, and the entirety of cabin seven; Nico decides he would very much like to take back all the insults he hurled at the gods the night before. Instead, Nico would like to thank them for letting him meet Sun Boy, who has brought with him a lot of sunlight Nico never thought he needed. And even though many doubts are still swirling in the air, Nico has a very strong (and hopeful) feeling that this time, Will won’t leave the same searing mark that Percy did. 

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Also PSA/Update thingy!!!!
I now take fic requests for SoMa, Drarry, Percabeth, Solangelo, Jasper, Kaider, and Cresswell. If you have other requests just send them and I’ll take a look at it and maybe i’ll write it =)))

Me: *reads my own work* Damn, this is some good shit.

*story ends halfway through* WHAT? I DEMAND MORE! I NEED to know what happens.

Brain: Yes, but you are the author. You want more chapters, you have to write more chapters.

Me: Well shit.

Brain: Oh, and here’s a great idea for a new story.

Me: But I gotta update-

Brain: Look at Rick Riordan and John Green and Lewis Carroll and Robert Louis Stevenson. You’ll never be as good as them.

Me: But I-

Brain: Shhh…. Here’s another totally unrelated plot idea! Have fun trying to fit it into your story!