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Have you ever tried this one?

Summary: Garrett has liked Steve for a long time (Ever since he met him a day ago) and Steve claims he isn’t gay until they are alone together <3 A/N: I wrote this like right after seeing the movie lmaoo this is a joke fic!!

Warnings: love confession, smut, mlm, 69, kissing, oral, p in a, Steve is the dom!!

Word count: 1,428

Steve had always been an adventurer at heart. After years of exploring the vast worlds of Minecraft, surviving the treacherous Nether, and building monumental structures, he was used to facing danger and overcoming challenges. However, there was one challenge he had never encountered: emotions. Especially the kind that made his heart race, his palms sweat, and his thoughts swirl in confusion.

Garrett, the strong and cocky miner who had joined Steve on many of his adventures, had always been a mystery. With his dark, unruly hair and an egotistical demeanor, he seemed to exist in the shadows of Steve's life. Garrett wasn’t like the others in the blocky world they called home. While Steve spent his time building, fighting, and crafting, Garrett had a tendency to disappear into caves, searching for the precious ores that lay deep beneath the surface.

It was on one such adventure that Steve began to notice things about Garrett that he had never seen before. The way Garrett’s smile lit up the night sky when they finally found a rare gem or the soft look in his eyes when he handed Steve a piece of diamond armor. For a long time, Steve brushed it off, assuming that the feelings stirring within him were just admiration for his friend's skill and resilience.

But the way Garrett looked at him, especially when they were alone, started to make Steve question everything. His thoughts became tangled. Was it just the heat of their shared adventures? Or was it something deeper? Something more? Steve wasn’t sure, but the more time they spent together, the harder it became to ignore the feelings that seemed to be growing inside him.

One evening, as they sat around a fire near their base camp, Steve noticed Garrett’s gaze lingering on him longer than usual. The flickering flames cast shadows across his face, but Steve could still see the glint of something in Garrett's eyes. Something that made his heart beat a little faster.

“Garrett,” Steve started, his voice unsure, “is there something on your mind?”

Garrett hesitated, his fingers toying with a small stick he had picked up from the fire. He looked away for a moment, clearly lost in thought, before turning back to Steve with a look of quiet determination in his eyes. “Steve… there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time,” he began, his voice lower than usual, as if the words weighed heavily on him.

Steve felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the way Garrett spoke made him nervous. “What is it?” Steve asked, trying to mask the uncertainty in his voice.

Garrett took a deep breath, the words coming out in a rush. “I… I love you, Steve.” The confession hung in the air like a cloud of tension, thick and charged with unspoken emotion. Steve’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts momentarily frozen as he processed the words.

“You… love me?” Steve repeated, almost as if he didn’t believe it at first. The idea of Garrett, the cocky gamer, feeling something so powerful for him was almost incomprehensible.

Garrett nodded, his expression serious yet vulnerable. “I’ve loved you for a long time now,” he continued. “I’ve been afraid to tell you, scared of what it might mean for our friendship. But I can’t hide it anymore. Every time I’m with you, I feel… complete. You make me feel like I’m more than just a star gamer. You make me feel like I can build something real…”

Steve’s mind was racing. He had always thought of Garrett as his closest friend, but now, hearing this confession, it was like a veil had been lifted. His feelings for Garrett, which he had been denying, suddenly became clear. He wasn’t just an ally or a teammate. Garrett was someone he cared about in a way that went beyond friendship.

“I never knew…” Steve said, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

Garrett’s face fell slightly, the weight of his confession seemingly too much for him to bear. He looked down, his fingers still playing with the stick in his hands. “I understand if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to say it, even if it means… losing everything.”

Steve quickly reached out and grabbed Garrett’s hand, stopping him. “No, Garrett. I didn’t say that.” He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I… I think I feel the same way.”

Garrett looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. “You do?”

Steve nodded, a shy smile forming on his lips. “Yeah. I’ve been too scared to admit it. But now that you’ve said it… I can’t deny it anymore.”

A silence fell between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if the entire world had paused, allowing them to savor this moment. The crackling of the fire was the only sound, and in that quiet, Garrett leaned in slowly, his eyes searching Steve’s for any sign of hesitation.

Steve closed the distance between them, his heart pounding in his chest. When their lips met, it was soft and tentative at first, as if they were both afraid that this moment might shatter if they weren’t careful. But as the kiss deepened, all of Steve’s doubts and fears melted away. It was real. Garrett was real. And this moment was something neither of them would ever forget.

As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Steve whispered, “I think we’re building something, Garrett. Something that’s even stronger than anything we’ve made in this world of blocks..”

Garrett smiled, his eyes shining with affection. “Yeah,” he agreed softly. “This.. I need us.. Donde esta la biblioteca.. That means I need you in Spanish..” It definitely didn’t mean that, but the heat was too strong for Steve to even question his words. “Get your ass over here then..” Steves' voice was husky with need and desire, which made Garret's core knot up

Garrett slowly crawled over to his newfound lover, Steve grabbing him by his forearms and pulling him on top, groping at the curly haired mans thick ass causing a gasp to come from him

“Shh, you don’t want the villagers to hear us.. Do you?” Steve warned

“N-No.. ngh- I’ll be quiet..” Garrett promised, knowing damn well that would be a lie

“Good, good.. Now lose that damn jacket.” It wasn’t long before the two men were naked in the dark; the fire had died out ages ago but all that mattered to Garrett was Steves cock that was in his mouth, Steve groaning and bucking his hips into Garrett’s mouth while he was practically suffocating in his messy pubes drooling everywhere, it was definitely a sight to be seen

“Fuck.. that’s it..” The man in the blue shirt moaned as he neared his edge using Garrett like some cheap fleshlight

But right before he came down his throat, he pulled out, leaving Garrett a mess and highly confused. “W–wha-?” He stammered, still catching his breath.

“I wanna try something,” Steve said before laying down in the grassy field, tossing his shirt to who knows where,

There they were, on the ground in the moonlight, Garrett on top of Steve, sucking his cock while Steve was under him, flipped and sucking as well, Garrett’s head was needy, desperate, while Steve was nice and slow, savoring him with every slurp of his member, making sure to treat his tip well with his tongue as he swirled it around.

Garrett didn’t last very long before his white cream was going down Steve’s throat, he let out strangled moans, throwing his head back. Steve swallowed most of it but when Garrett got off there was sticky cum on his chin in his beard, Garrett blushed at the sight, “W-whoops..” He mumbled sheepishly before kissing him again, wiping the cum from Steve’s beard and licking it off his fingers.

Soon Steve had Garrett bent over on an oak plank that they had been using as a seat earlier that day. He was pounding his ass while covering his mouth so the mobs wouldn’t hear them, sliding in and out of him at a fast pace, chasing his high while Garrett held onto the plank with one hand and the other jerking himself off.

This went on until the sun started to rise, the two cleaning up and Steve helping him walk after it all because he couldn’t stand right.

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Have you ever tried this one?

Summary: Garrett has liked Steve for a long time (Ever since he met him a day ago) and Steve claims he isn’t gay until they are alone together <3 A/N: I wrote this like right after seeing the movie lmaoo this is a joke fic!!

Warnings: love confession, smut, mlm, 69, kissing, oral, p in a, Steve is the dom!!

Word count: 1,428

Steve had always been an adventurer at heart. After years of exploring the vast worlds of Minecraft, surviving the treacherous Nether, and building monumental structures, he was used to facing danger and overcoming challenges. However, there was one challenge he had never encountered: emotions. Especially the kind that made his heart race, his palms sweat, and his thoughts swirl in confusion.

Garrett, the strong and cocky miner who had joined Steve on many of his adventures, had always been a mystery. With his dark, unruly hair and an egotistical demeanor, he seemed to exist in the shadows of Steve's life. Garrett wasn’t like the others in the blocky world they called home. While Steve spent his time building, fighting, and crafting, Garrett had a tendency to disappear into caves, searching for the precious ores that lay deep beneath the surface.

It was on one such adventure that Steve began to notice things about Garrett that he had never seen before. The way Garrett’s smile lit up the night sky when they finally found a rare gem or the soft look in his eyes when he handed Steve a piece of diamond armor. For a long time, Steve brushed it off, assuming that the feelings stirring within him were just admiration for his friend's skill and resilience.

But the way Garrett looked at him, especially when they were alone, started to make Steve question everything. His thoughts became tangled. Was it just the heat of their shared adventures? Or was it something deeper? Something more? Steve wasn’t sure, but the more time they spent together, the harder it became to ignore the feelings that seemed to be growing inside him.

One evening, as they sat around a fire near their base camp, Steve noticed Garrett’s gaze lingering on him longer than usual. The flickering flames cast shadows across his face, but Steve could still see the glint of something in Garrett's eyes. Something that made his heart beat a little faster.

“Garrett,” Steve started, his voice unsure, “is there something on your mind?”

Garrett hesitated, his fingers toying with a small stick he had picked up from the fire. He looked away for a moment, clearly lost in thought, before turning back to Steve with a look of quiet determination in his eyes. “Steve… there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time,” he began, his voice lower than usual, as if the words weighed heavily on him.

Steve felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the way Garrett spoke made him nervous. “What is it?” Steve asked, trying to mask the uncertainty in his voice.

Garrett took a deep breath, the words coming out in a rush. “I… I love you, Steve.” The confession hung in the air like a cloud of tension, thick and charged with unspoken emotion. Steve’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts momentarily frozen as he processed the words.

“You… love me?” Steve repeated, almost as if he didn’t believe it at first. The idea of Garrett, the cocky gamer, feeling something so powerful for him was almost incomprehensible.

Garrett nodded, his expression serious yet vulnerable. “I’ve loved you for a long time now,” he continued. “I’ve been afraid to tell you, scared of what it might mean for our friendship. But I can’t hide it anymore. Every time I’m with you, I feel… complete. You make me feel like I’m more than just a star gamer. You make me feel like I can build something real…”

Steve’s mind was racing. He had always thought of Garrett as his closest friend, but now, hearing this confession, it was like a veil had been lifted. His feelings for Garrett, which he had been denying, suddenly became clear. He wasn’t just an ally or a teammate. Garrett was someone he cared about in a way that went beyond friendship.

“I never knew…” Steve said, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

Garrett’s face fell slightly, the weight of his confession seemingly too much for him to bear. He looked down, his fingers still playing with the stick in his hands. “I understand if you don’t feel the same. I just needed to say it, even if it means… losing everything.”

Steve quickly reached out and grabbed Garrett’s hand, stopping him. “No, Garrett. I didn’t say that.” He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I… I think I feel the same way.”

Garrett looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. “You do?”

Steve nodded, a shy smile forming on his lips. “Yeah. I’ve been too scared to admit it. But now that you’ve said it… I can’t deny it anymore.”

A silence fell between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if the entire world had paused, allowing them to savor this moment. The crackling of the fire was the only sound, and in that quiet, Garrett leaned in slowly, his eyes searching Steve’s for any sign of hesitation.

Steve closed the distance between them, his heart pounding in his chest. When their lips met, it was soft and tentative at first, as if they were both afraid that this moment might shatter if they weren’t careful. But as the kiss deepened, all of Steve’s doubts and fears melted away. It was real. Garrett was real. And this moment was something neither of them would ever forget.

As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Steve whispered, “I think we’re building something, Garrett. Something that’s even stronger than anything we’ve made in this world of blocks..”

Garrett smiled, his eyes shining with affection. “Yeah,” he agreed softly. “This.. I need us.. Donde esta la biblioteca.. That means I need you in Spanish..” It definitely didn’t mean that, but the heat was too strong for Steve to even question his words. “Get your ass over here then..” Steves' voice was husky with need and desire, which made Garret's core knot up

Garrett slowly crawled over to his newfound lover, Steve grabbing him by his forearms and pulling him on top, groping at the curly haired mans thick ass causing a gasp to come from him

“Shh, you don’t want the villagers to hear us.. Do you?” Steve warned

“N-No.. ngh- I’ll be quiet..” Garrett promised, knowing damn well that would be a lie

“Good, good.. Now lose that damn jacket.” It wasn’t long before the two men were naked in the dark; the fire had died out ages ago but all that mattered to Garrett was Steves cock that was in his mouth, Steve groaning and bucking his hips into Garrett’s mouth while he was practically suffocating in his messy pubes drooling everywhere, it was definitely a sight to be seen

“Fuck.. that’s it..” The man in the blue shirt moaned as he neared his edge using Garrett like some cheap fleshlight

But right before he came down his throat, he pulled out, leaving Garrett a mess and highly confused. “W–wha-?” He stammered, still catching his breath.

“I wanna try something,” Steve said before laying down in the grassy field, tossing his shirt to who knows where,

There they were, on the ground in the moonlight, Garrett on top of Steve, sucking his cock while Steve was under him, flipped and sucking as well, Garrett’s head was needy, desperate, while Steve was nice and slow, savoring him with every slurp of his member, making sure to treat his tip well with his tongue as he swirled it around.

Garrett didn’t last very long before his white cream was going down Steve’s throat, he let out strangled moans, throwing his head back. Steve swallowed most of it but when Garrett got off there was sticky cum on his chin in his beard, Garrett blushed at the sight, “W-whoops..” He mumbled sheepishly before kissing him again, wiping the cum from Steve’s beard and licking it off his fingers.

Soon Steve had Garrett bent over on an oak plank that they had been using as a seat earlier that day. He was pounding his ass while covering his mouth so the mobs wouldn’t hear them, sliding in and out of him at a fast pace, chasing his high while Garrett held onto the plank with one hand and the other jerking himself off.

This went on until the sun started to rise, the two cleaning up and Steve helping him walk after it all because he couldn’t stand right.

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Minecraft movie fic coming soon…?👀

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Rudy for young haymitch for sunrise on the reaping. lowkey I can see it….

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Literally no writing motivation 🥲 I need 2 get this John B fic done

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edging. thats what was being done to you apparently. not that you could remember the word for it by that point, you were in too deep. infact, you think, as you lay there on your back with your thighs splayed open — you may have forgotten every word in the english dictionary.

you’d spent the weekend doting after john b and jj, having them stay in your free house — cooking for them, running around after them, doing anything they wanted to do — and now, they were repaying with a token of their appreciation.

“so here’s the thing, i’m like — 99% sure i can make you squirt. tonight. but here’s the catch, i kinda have to treat you a little mean first. keep working you over and over, and just when you’re gonna cum? i take it away.” john b explains as he helps you out of your clothes, the brunettes voice huskier than usual from arousal.

“s’called edging, dude.” jj stands in his boxers, a halfie poking up against the fabric already as he hurriedly moves your discarded clothes off the bed.

“i was getting there, actually? if you’d just, y’know— let me finish?” the two bicker like they always do, john b shrugging a dismissive shoulder at the blonde who ignores him to tackle you down and start mouthing hungrily at your neck. again, you didn’t really remember or care what the conversation was — the details a little fuzzy due to how much you needed them.

that’s how you ended up laying spread eagle, john b laying a warm hand on your inner thigh, soothing you by stroking your skin with his thumb as you cry out at another stolen orgasm. he pulls his lips off your swollen clit, brows raising and lips quirking up at a soft but amused smile. “ah, ah — i know pup. look, s’gonna feel so good soon okay? just let me be mean a little longer.” he disappears once more, you see him do so through your tears and his fingers start squelching on that squishy spot that made you shake.

jj reclines against the headboard, lazily fisting at his cock as he watches — prepping to eventually fuck the daylights out of you.

“yeah yeah, our girl likes it mean. don’t let those puppy eyes fool ‘ya.” jj drawls casually, tongue tucking between his lips in concentrated pleasure as you arch your back, humping against john b’s face.

“oh—oh m—oh it’s coming, s’coming!” you pant, voice high and desperate making the two chuckle. “please lemme have it, please lemme have it!” you beg, voice cracking and through the haze you feel your brunette boyfriend smirk against your parted folds.

“seeing as you begged so nicely. have at it, sweetheart.” he croons before doubling down on your clit, rolling his tongue over and over all whilst pressing up that spot inside you that made you explode. you mewl, crying and bucking against john b’s face until he eventually holds you down — and then you feel yourself really let go, liquid spewing out of you, a feeling you’ve never felt before.

you go to sit up in a trance, a little distressed and panicked at how overwhelming it felt and jj grabs your hand, rolling his thumb over your knuckles.

“nah you’re good pooch. just a lil squirt. never hurt nobody.” he chuckles and you flop back, rolling your hips up against john b’s face lazily but fluidly. “damn.” jj shakes his head, going to squeeze at his cock once more.

what happens next, you could swear you imagined. something out of a pornographic daydream you’d had. john b pulls back, sitting up from between your thighs and you swear he’s an angel. hair all tousled, skin glowing in the low light of the room on your pink bed sheets, your slick glossing his entire lower face. he holds the eye contact with you only for a little, that affectionate little smile of his not dying even when he breaks his gaze to look toward jj.

it’s then you realise that he’s not spoken, and it’s because he’s got your squirt in his mouth.

you’re panting still, coming down — and your brain is all over the place, unable to form a sentence even if you wanted to. you feel disconnected from your body, with no choice other than to simply watch from your post-orgasm paralysis as john b leans over with a playful smirk, grabs jj by the jaw, opens his mouth forcefully and spits your completion inside.

drawing back, a string of spit connects them both for a second— and whilst jj looks stunned, you noticed his fist tighten around his cock as he swallows it down, silenced for once in his god damn life. john b smirks, patting his cheek.

“uh-huh, get that down ‘ya, slick.”

“closest you’ll ever get to kissing me.” jj retorts, recovering his astonishment with red wet lips and wide eyes.

“i can live with that.” john b shrugs nonchalantly, coming back to lean over you like he didn’t just edge you for an hour. grabbing your hips, he effortlessly moves your body to be splayed infront of jj like a gift, and brushes a thumb against your cheek. “anyway, took that like a champ sweetie. you need a break? or are you gonna let jj in there?” he cups your cunt casually and you shudder.

usually you’d require a break, but after what you just witnessed — you needed it now.

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Working on a John B fanficccccc :PP

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I will never forgive the pogues for how they treated JJ

I hope it haunts them for the rest of their lives

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it’s so cute how tumblr accounts all have their own vibe and u can express ur self <3 like everyone’s is so different i love it

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I wanna write a OBX fic!! Who should I write about?? :(

Comment for someone else!

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please write a NSFW with Charlie Cisne, I love this man! Mature sex, slow, seductive and full of intense touches and looks.

Blue Lights, Red Nights

summary: fem!reader x Charlie Swan, spending the night with him

A/N: This is one of my shorter pieces but I worked on it for a while!! I hope u like it :) warnings: smut (No plot), kissing, oral (f receiving!!) word count: 552

Charlie’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down your spine, stopping just above the curve of your hip. His breath was warm against the back of your neck, sending shivers through your body. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a ripple of desire through you.

You turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting his in the dim light of the room. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and it made your heart race. “Charlie,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your shoulder, his tongue flicking out to tease your skin. You gasped, your back arching instinctively as he trailed kisses down your spine, his hands moving to your hips, holding you steady.

His lips found the small of your back, and he lingered there, his tongue tracing lazy circles against your skin. You moaned, your fingers gripping the sheets as he continued his exploration, his touch unhurried, deliberate. Every stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through your body, every kiss a promise of more to come.

He moved lower, his hands sliding down your thighs, parting them gently. You felt his breath against your skin, warm and teasing, and you shivered in anticipation. “Charlie,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. And then his tongue was on you, slow and deliberate, exploring every inch of you with a hunger that made you gasp. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you still as he devoured you, his tongue flicking against you with a rhythm that made you moan.

“Christ, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his voice muffled against you. His hands slid up to grip your hips, pulling you closer as his tongue worked you with a precision that made your head spin. You could feel the heat building again, coiling tight in your core, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Charlie, I’m going to—” you started, your voice breaking, but he didn’t let you finish. His tongue flicked faster, harder, and you came apart with a cry, your body shuddering as he held you there, drawing every last bit of pleasure from you until you were gasping for air.

When he finally pulled away, you were trembling, your legs weak, your mind hazy with pleasure. He crawled up your body, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was slow, deep, and full of something you couldn’t quite name. Gratitude? Awe? Whatever it was, it made your heart ache.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with emotion. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he looked into your eyes. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his words, and it made your chest tighten. “I could ask you the same thing,” you whispered, your voice shaky. He made you feel things you hadn’t felt in years—desired, cherished, seen.

Charlie’s mouth curved into a slow, satisfied smile, and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time softer, sweeter. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, his voice low. “I’m not done with you yet.”

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this picture is driving me insane

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Good evening, I loved your blog!!! Sorry if my English is strange, it's not my first language. I would like to request a request, from a fem or neutral reader, with Edward Cullen<3 The Reader arrives in Forks to live with his mother, as he is old enough to study and delve deeper into his inherited mystical and sensitive talents. Edward realizes that he can't read his mind, and also the slight influence that y/n has on events in the weather, and on people's decisions. Note: In the future he discovers that he just can't read your mind, because of a protective necklace he wears, but y/n takes it off, so he can read your thoughts, and see how much the interest and passion is reciprocal. The reader's thoughts are visual styles. (Please let the reader be stylish❤️) Kisses, I hope I'm not bothering you!!! :)

Unseen Heartbeats⋆˚࿔

summary: gn!reader x Edward Cullen, he want's to read their mind

A/N: I tried really hard on this so I hope you like it!! plz send more reqs I love writing!! warnings: none!! word count: 1,141

Arrival in Forks. The rain hit the windshield in steady, rhythmic taps as you pulled into the small, mist-covered town of Forks. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine trees, and the clouds hung heavy above, creating an atmosphere that felt as if it belonged to another world. It had been years since you last visited your mother, but now, at 18, you were finally old enough to study on your own terms—and to embrace something far deeper than you ever had before: your inherited gifts.

Your mother’s voice had come over the phone when she invited you to live with her. There was an excitement in her tone, a hope that this change would mark the beginning of something new. But there was more to it than that—something you couldn’t quite explain, yet something you could feel.

You were different. Your talents weren’t just the product of a curious mind; they were woven into the very fabric of your being. Mystical, sensitive abilities ran through your veins. You could sway the weather with just a thought, influence the smallest of events—nothing too grand, nothing too noticeable… yet. And Forks, with its strange ambiance and mist-shrouded forests, felt like the perfect place to delve deeper into your studies. Little did you know, Forks harbored a secret of its own—and one that would soon intertwine with your own.

Edward Cullen had always been able to read minds. It was one of the many quirks of his vampiric existence, a gift that often made things easier—understanding people’s intentions, their desires, their thoughts. But when you arrived in Forks, something about you stirred in ways that made him uneasy, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.

He watched you from across the room in your first class together at Forks High School. You were stylish in an effortless way, dressed in a flowy jacket with subtle silver accents that caught the light as you moved. Your dark hair cascaded around your shoulders in soft waves, a natural contrast to your sharp yet elegant choices in attire. You didn’t look like you were from Forks. No one did—but you seemed to stand apart even more. Your eyes, dark and perceptive, held a depth that hinted at secrets, things beyond the ordinary.

As you sat down, Edward immediately tried to focus on your mind—something he’d done countless times without a second thought. But there was… nothing. A blankness. A quiet void that he couldn’t pierce. He narrowed his eyes, confused. How could this be?

You met his gaze once, your lips curving slightly as you wondered why this strange man was looking your way—yet, there was something you were causing, something beyond his understanding. The air around you seemed to shift. The light from the window dimmed slightly, and the temperature dropped by a fraction, just enough for the others to notice the change. Your presence was undeniable.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, your voice light, but with a hint of confusion, as though you wondered what was on his mind.

He snapped out of his focus and gave you a tight smile. “Nothing at all.”

But deep down, the truth was much more complicated than that.

Over the next few weeks, Edward’s curiosity grew. He tried every trick in the book—focusing on your emotions, your body language, anything to get a sense of your thoughts. But no matter how hard he tried, you remained an enigma. Not even the smallest flicker of thought seemed to surface. In a town like Forks, where people were so easy to read, it was unnatural to find someone who resisted.

The more he watched you, the more fascinated he became. You were always so controlled, so self-assured. But there was something else—something far more intriguing. He began to notice subtle changes in the weather around you. On days when you seemed particularly deep in thought, the sky would cloud over, and the temperature would drop, as if the very world reacted to your mood. It was as though you could command the elements without even trying.

One evening, after school had ended and everyone was heading home, Edward finally found the courage to approach you. The forest was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of leaves. You were standing by the edge of the woods, seemingly lost in thought as you gazed at the horizon.

“You’re not like the others,” he said softly, not quite a question, but more of a statement.

You turned to face him, your expression unreadable. “What are you saying?”

He hesitated, searching for words. “I can’t figure you out.”

Your brow furrowed at his words. “I’m sorry?”

“You... you aren’t like the other people here.”

You scoffed lightly, raising an eyebrow at the strange man in front of you. “Yeah? Maybe I’m different.”

As you spoke, the clouds began to lighten around you, catching his attention. His eyes darkened slightly, though he tried to mask it.

It wasn’t long before you grew closer to Edward. He was a really helpful study partner (probably because he’d been repeating high school for decades).

It was only a matter of time before you started to figure out what he was exactly.

You weren’t naive, and your curiosity pushed you to question him often until he finally came clean.

In the woods with him, his skin shone like diamonds, each tiny fragment a million sparkling lights that danced across his body. It was beautiful.

“A vampire,” you said, almost to yourself. “Right in front of me.”

Edward’s voice was calm, yet there was an undercurrent of something deeper as he spoke. “I could never read you. That’s why I needed to get close to you—to figure out what you truly are.”

Your eyes flickered down to the necklace around your neck. You knew why he couldn’t read you. Slowly, you undid the clasps of the beautiful ruby-red pendant, letting it fall into your hands before looking up at him.

He stared back, his golden eyes filled with curiosity and understanding. His mind was finally open to you, reading every inch of your thoughts, every secret, every flicker of emotion. It was as if you were one of his favorite books, and now, he could flip through the pages, reading each one in vivid detail.

You held the pendant loosely in your palm, watching as his gaze softened, feeling the weight of the truth settle between you both. The air around you seemed to hum with the newfound connection, the energy shifting in a way neither of you had expected.

He walked up to you, his skin still sparkling in the sunlight, gently cupping his hand in yours. He glanced down at the pendant for a moment before looking you in the eyes, and in that moment, you knew—you weren’t so alone after all.

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Boy In Love

Summary: Somehow you had turned Outer Banks' player boy into a boy in love

A/n: Happy Valentines Day everyone! 💕

JJ Maybank was never one to ever fall in love. He believed that one night stands with tourons and occasional hookups with other pogues on the island were the furthest he'd get when it came to intimacy.

He never did walks on the beach or dressed up nice for dates, not like he took girls on any dates. He was a simple man. Sex with no feelings attached was the best way to go. He was content with this lifestyle...until he met you.

It started with eyeing you at one of the bonfires and walking up with his charming smile and flirty remarks. But you were unaffected. You were friendly but you politely brushed him off. His smile fell as you walked away with your friends. Had he lost his touch? No, the girl he did end up going home with proved that to be wrong.

He'd see you every so often at bonfires or keggers and each time he'd become more and more hooked. You got him so good, in fact, that he hadn't even looked at let alone talked to any other girl besides you. You had him wrapped tightly around your finger and you haven't even given him a chance yet.

When you finally did give him a chance, you had him on his knees both physically and figuratively. He's never been so pussy whipped for a girl before. All of the times he teased John B for being so down bad for Sarah, he finally understood it. It was his turn to drop anything and everything for his girl.

Shit, here he is standing outside your front door with flowers- that he plucked from someone's front yard- dressed his best (a white t shirt and jeans). He's never celebrated Valentine's Day before with anyone so he was a bit nervous. When you opened the door, he prayed to whatever higher being that existed to have mercy on him . He wasn't sure how long he'd survive this date without crumbling.

JJ wasn't the type to do anything super fancy, besides, he was too broke for that. He wanted to have fun on dates, not sit in a quiet restaurant wearing uncomfortable dress pants and a shirt that he didn't even own. Luckily for him, the annual Kildare County Fair was open so he decided to take you there. The two of you shared cotton candy, played games, and even took some cute pics in the photo booth.

When it was time for you to go back home, JJ didn't want to leave your side. He had so much fun that day and he didn't want it to end. When you kissed him goodbye, his knees buckled. And that's when he knew, you got him feeling like a boy in love.

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ARF ARF ARF MEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW AWOOGGAAAA GNAWING AT THE IRON BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE I NEEEEEDDDD HIMMMMUHHHHH🤤🤤