#;Closet: Dice

[vanneliese]

⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ANNELIESE VANDERBILT en AFTERNOON TEA.

[jokerx-art]

dress up

[ivymarquis]

Idk if Id call this petty betty shit but also cw for at best total fucking ignorance and at worst outright transphobia, and also me being horny on main sorry about it

K so like irl I am not out as not-straight but as far as interest/attraction goes I’m basically down for whoever whenever whereever etc you get the jist. I ride on vibes Im not bothered by gender/parts a person has etc

HOWEVER again Im not out so whenever I lament about my dry spell and make the old “Craving dick but unwilling to deal with men to get any” I am SO fucking annoyed when someone who is like, probably well intended but ignorant as hell, “well just date a trans girl :)” because like 🧐🧐🧐

You know what I, a closeted cis girl am NOT gonna do? Badger some poor trans girl and be like “hey not only am I making assumptions about what genitals you have and specifically seeking out because of those assumptions but Im ALSO not out so I’m gonna need you to be cool about being on the DL” (Also again I ride on vibes I DO NOT CARE and it is NONE OF MY BUSINESS UNTIL CLOTHES ARE COMING OFF what genitals a S T R A N G E R has?)

Like I wont date or even try to hook up with a cis girl rn because I feel like it’s insanely disrespectful to be sliding into DMs of someone I am not quite willing to go publicly with, let alone doing that to a trans girl tf????

Also like AGAIN. The joke is just me being thirsty while pretending to still be straight. I’m not bothered about whether it’s home grown or store bought that’s not the important part why the fuck are people comfortable saying this shit to me?????

[notcatherinemorland]

i am SO ready and SO prepared for mcm Saturday and Sunday (I say, lying, lyingly) but also no really for real. I've got to curl the front part of the wig and sew pearls on the cape and then... then.... it's Essek Time!!!!

[getosbigballsack]

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆

𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆��𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒✯

𝑊𝐶: 1.5𝑘

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

Breathing heavily, Gojo pulled out and then he lifted you from Geto's body. He laid you down on the bed next to Geto with cum leaking from both your abused holes.

He pulled the cover from the bed and lay next to you and quickly pulled you into his arms. He knows that once you regain consciousness, you'd be whining and crying out for their comfort. They knew you well, they have been with you for 3 years now. They knew what state you'd be in after a wild night of unforgiving sadistic playtime.

"We should switch rooms," Geto suggested as he stood up from the bed and quickly slipped on his underpants that were on the floor next to the bed.

"Just a moment," Gojo whispered as he stroked the apple of your cheek and then he kissed your forehead. Geto hummed as he began to collect the stuff from the floor and neatly placed them in their respective places. He picked up the toys they both used on you from the bed, he even hung up the cane that they whipped your soft skin with.

Oh boy, they were in for a long night.

Once Geto was through with tidying up the room, he glanced over at Gojo, and without saying much, Gojo got up from the bed and lifted you in his arms. He walked with you towards the bedroom and gently laid you on the bed.

"She should be up soon," Gojo said as he stretched his arms over his head. "I'll go get the stuff and put it in the shower room, and I guess you can prepare a light meal."

"Ordering me around now," Geto chuckled as he walked towards the closet and grabbed a robe from inside. "Those were my lines, you know."

"Well, I get to call the shots too sometimes," Gojo responded as he caught a robe that Geto had tossed to him.

"I'll let that slip, just for tonight," Geto said as he walked towards Gojo and placed a kiss on his forehead. "After all you've been a good boy tonight."

Gojo blushed, mumbling a quiet thanks before he left the room and went towards the shower room. He quickly filled the crystal pool bathtub with water, then left to get the bath gel, ointments, towels, and other bath necessities. As he did so, Geto was inside the kitchen currently chopping up a few herbs to season the chicken he had cut up earlier. After he was done, he quickly grabbed a bottle of water and a few fruits from the fridge. He diced the bananas, strawberries, and oranges and then placed them inside a bowl.

He took them to the room and rested them on the nightstand beside the bed. Your eyes were still closed and your body was trembling terribly, he almost felt sorry for going overboard tonight. But then again you never used your safe word so it's okay.

He left to go finish preparing the meal, and during that time, you slowly opened your eyes. Your voice was nothing but a small whimper as you tried calling out for your lovers, but none of them came. So you laid there crying with your body feeling sore and numb, you were not able to think clearly, and you felt useless.

….

A few minutes had passed and Gojo had set everything up inside the bathroom. The large curtains inside the bathroom were open, the room was dimly lit with soft glowing blue and purple led ceiling lights, and the crystal pool bathtub was filled with water. He had towels neatly hung up on a rack, your favourite shampoo sitting outside the tub, the shower gel, and the ointments to use on your bruises after you were through with your bath.

He smiled to himself one last time before he left the bathroom to check if you were awake. Upon entering the room, he heard your soft whimpering coming from beneath the sheets he had covered you with before he left. "Sugar plum?" Gojo whispered as he moved closer to the bed and pulled the sheets from your head. A small pout formed upon his face when he saw the fresh set of tears staining your cheek, your eyes blown out wide as you stared at him.

Your lips trembled as you whispered "T - Toru," and then a cry left your lips. Gojo was quick to pull you from beneath the sheets, he was careful not to cause any more pain as he set you in his lap and peppered your face with soft kisses. Ah, a deeper head space than before, hm? He thought to himself. "You and Guru go a - away… I (sniff) scared."

"It's alright now sugar plum, Toru is here now," Gojo whispered as he continued to cradle you in his arms. He hummed a small tune as he waited for your cries to reduce to soft whimpers, and then he reached for the fruits that Geto took inside the room earlier. "You want a banana, baby?" You shook your head, yes and he smiled. He slowly fed you the fruits as he continued to hum, meanwhile Geto was in the middle of steaming a pot of rice.

"Something light huh?" He chuckled to himself. "Rice and Chicken at midnight."

"Suguru?" Gojo called out his name from inside the room. Geto turned down the flame from under the chicken and rushed to the room. “She woke up,” Gojo whispered. 

“Princess?” Geto called for you as he slowly walked inside the room. 

“Mhm,” you answered as you slowly chewed on another piece of banana. Geto cooed as he levelled his height with yours and kissed your forehead. 

“You did so well tonight, princess. Daddy’s so proud of you,” he praised as he swiped his thumb over your cheek. They watched as you pouted cutely at them and they laughed. “Alright, I’m preparing your favourite meal.”

“Chicken?” you asked and he shook his head yes. “Mhm’ thank you.”

“Your welcome princess, now hurry up and eat your fruits. Toru’s gonna get you all cleaned up and smelling sweet for us,” Geto said and you nodded your head yes. 

“Aren’t you gonna come with us?” Gojo asked as he picked up a strawberry from your bowl and slowly placed it inside your mouth. 

“I would but I can’t. I’m cooking, so I’ll just quickly take a shower and finish up her meal.” Geto replied before kissing Gojo on his forehead and leaving you both to go take a shower in the guest bathroom. Meanwhile Gojo was left to care for a crying needy baby which was you. 

… 

“Toru?” you whimpered as you allowed your boyfriend to massage the shampoo in your hair. 

“Hm? What is it, sugar plum?” Gojo asked as he smiled down at you. He watched you cutely chew on your bottom lips before pouting. “Baby what is it?”

“Do… you and guru love me?” you asked as you fiddled with your fingers. 

Gojo tilted his head to the side a bit out of confusion. “What do you mean of course we love you.” he responded. “Let me wash the soap from your hair,” he said as he tilted your hair back. You sat there quietly as he washed the soap from your hair and once he was done, he grabbed the body wash, squirted a bit of soap on the loofah. 

“You and guru, mad at me?” you asked as you began to wash your body with the loofah. 

“Why?” Gojo asked. 

“Because when we, when we were doing it… You and Guru didn’t look happy?” you whispered as you allowed Gojo to wash the soap from your body. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“No you didn’t do anything wrong, sugarplum ” Gojo answered as a soft smile played upon his lips. “You were perfect tonight.”

“But why angry?” you asked him yet again. 

“Hm… Suguru was angry at me because I wanted to use another toy even though you were on the brink of passing out,” Gojo explained, which caused you to fluster madly. 

“Oh… so you're not mad at me?” 

“Of course, how can I be mad at my pretty baby?” he cooed as he dropped the loofah in the tub and began peppering your face with light delectable kisses. “I love you and Suguru loves you too.” 

“I love you and Guru too.” 

“Good baby, now let's finish up here I bet you’re hungry. You’re always craving food after play time.”

…

A few minutes had passed and Gojo finally exited the bathroom with you in his arms, dressed in his clothes and now he’s currently walking towards the bed where Geto sat patiently waiting with your meal in his lap. 

“Princess? Are you feeling better now? I’m sorry I was in the bathtub with you and Satoru,” Geto said in an apologetic tone as he watched as Gojo settled down beside him. 

“She’s better now. She was a bit worried earlier. She thought that we were mad at her and we didn’t love her anymore but I cleared it all up,” Gojo answered. 

“Awe princess, we love you so much you know that right?” Geto asked and you shook your head yes. “Good girl. I don’t want you to forget that ever ok baby.”

“Ok.” 

What do u think?

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

[sunderingstars]

don't be a coward, roll the dice 🎲

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ DICE ROLL #43 — A BLOODY KISS ⌝

based on this post!

word count: 1.4k

what the stars reveal: boothill x reader, gn!reader, boothill calls reader "darlin'," slight mentions of blood, i'm allergic to not putting a Narrative™ in everything i write

— thank you for the excuse to write angst cheerisse >:3

Three days. That’s how long it had been since Boothill told you he’d return. Three long, grueling, torturous days. You thought you’d be used to it by now — the stretches of time he went radio silent for one reason or another, flickering out of your life like a candle. Yet, it was impossible to truly release.

Despite occupying such an important role in his life, a partner in all its meanings, it was so easy for him to dissipate, to leave wisps of smoke behind as his flame dwindled. It was the fleeting nature of a Galaxy Ranger, you knew, but you couldn’t understand. What was the point of making you worry? What was the point of those sleepless nights? 

On day one you had forced yourself to be patient. Quiet. You molded yourself to the chair at your workstation and sat, eyes roaming over the bits of machinery and time-worn tools scattered about. Once in a while, you’d even let yourself tinker with a piece or two, just to make sure everything was ready for his arrival. You had an important job after all; not just the maintenance of his body, but of his soul and mind. Nothing was quite as sweet as the moments your eyes met while tuning him.

But the second day began to gnaw at you. Twist, in your stomach, like snakes. Their sour venom began to leak into your mind, swirl your worries in a cocktail of potential tragedies, and you contemplated sending him a message. Just one. Enough to ease your mind, to let him know a small blip of you was waiting for him back home. After a few hours of pacing back and forth in your shared kitchen, you worked up the determination to do it.

… No response. Not at dinnertime, not in the evening, and certainly not in the early hours of the morning — most of which you lay painfully awake during. Only the cruel static of a blank screen remained, blinking once, twice, as it tried and failed to reach him among a sea of stars.

The third day was the worst. Everything seemed to compound, balloon out in your mind to the point it began to seep into other parts of your being. You bounced your leg, bit your fingernails, peeled at your lip without even registering it. Eventually, you made your way to the storage closet for some whiskey, if not to take the edge off then to at least give your mouth a diversion.

You had just popped open a bottle when you heard a clank. Immediately, you stilled. Listened again. The bottle, prone, hung in your grip.

Clank. 

It was outside, not in.

You were out the door faster than you could blink, legs weaving around rocks and brush as you trampled anything too small to get caught on. The sun was beginning to set, casting the arid landscape in darkening hues of pink and gold, but you knew this place like the back of your hand; the lengthening shadows did nothing to stop your pursuit. Under normal circumstances, you’d be more concerned about threats — wild animals, loose tools, even the stray IPC guard who managed to track down your location, but you didn’t care about any of that now. Not when Boothill was on the line. 

So you persisted. Drew closer to the noise as much as you could, eventually picking up an increase in frequency and the soft humming of a tired engine. You squinted. Then, you almost collapsed in relief; trundling down the paved dirt road was a motorbike. Boothill’s motorbike. It was a ghost of its former self, laden with loose parts and constant stuttering and a headlight practically severed from the rest, but it was his. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, you picked up your pace with a clear destination in mind. It’s not like he could properly run you over anyways. You were surprised the thing was even moving. 

“Boothill?” you called into the dusk. Out-of-breath and ragged, your mind began to filter through your fears, fearing silence, fearing stillness.

However, as the silhouette slowly resolved into familiarity, so too came a voice that pricked tears at your eyes.

“Yes, darlin’?”

Whatever sharp spark of anger coasted through your chest at the causal response fizzled into nothing once you laid eyes on his face. That signature smile, those red-tinted eyes, all backlit against the rays of a dying sun. Healthy. Whole. Alive. Once again, you felt as though your legs might give out. 

You made it just far enough to lean against the shuddering fuel tank before using the last of your willpower to vault yourself towards the open embrace of Boothill’s chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. A hearty laugh sounded against you.

“Missed me that much, huh?”

You mumbled an unintelligible response. The loud hum of the bike became an irrelevant backdrop to the soft hum of metal and leather, the feeling of machinery quietly whirring against the skin of your cheek. No stutters, no pauses. Unlike the dying corpse below, Boothill was running smoothly. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why…?”

You didn’t have to finish your sentence before a sigh crested against the crown of your head. A hand, firm and comforting, came to rest on the back of your neck. “’M sorry, darlin’. Damn phone got busted. I knew you’d worry, but tryin’ to make a call in IPC territory was too risky.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled, breath hitching in a vain attempt to keep tears from falling. “I’m just happy you’re— you’re safe.”

In your arms, the leather of his jacket shifted. A warm weight pressed to the small of your back.

“Aw,” he cooed, breath fanning across your cheek as he shifted you into a more comfortable position, “it’s alright. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Something about the combination of his words and actions, the familiar smell of gunsmoke and malt clinging to him like home, made it all bubble over. Before you knew it, you were tilting out and up, cupping your hands against Boothill’s cheeks, bringing him home. In the last painted rays of the sun, your lips met in a stroke of vibrant color.

It felt like everything you had wanted over the past half-week — brightness, relief, the surety of something alive and warm against you. An immeasurable weight left with the tear-tracks down your face, each fear dissipating with a new round of wetness. His lips slotted against yours with the ease of practice. Drifted with purpose to wash away your worry. By the time you tasted tang, you thought it must have been you. It wasn’t uncommon for a part of your lips or tongue to get caught in Boothill’s sharp canines, rupturing the skin ever so slightly to form a pinprick of blood. However, it became clear this wasn’t the case when you surfaced for air. 

As your eyes adjusted to the growing darkness, you began to make out faint, dark splatters against your partner’s face.

Fear returned to you in a rush. You hadn’t even checked for flesh injuries when you first saw him, too caught up in the relief of seeing him again. 

“Boothill—” you said, fingers tracking carefully along the edge of his mouth where you could see a blossom of dark blood emerging, “—Boothill!”

The man in question hummed in confusion. Slightly frantically, you traced the pads of your fingers along the edges of the splatter. It was fresh. Oh, Aeons, it was fresh, and you hadn’t even thought—

“Woah, hey.” The low timbre of Boothill’s voice brought you out of your spiral. The hands on your back rubbed soothing circles, the kind he used when trying to calm a horse. “It’s nothin’, darlin’.”

“‘Nothing?’” you asked incredulously.

“It’s not mine, if that’s what you’re askin’.” He shot you an infuriating smile. “A few folks from the corporation got on my nerves, that’s all.” Then, when your skepticism remained: “Promise.”

You bit your lip, trying to tamp down the fluttering revival of fear in your chest. You couldn’t deny it, though — even in the night, the drying splatters clearly arced in a passing motion rather than a bleeding one. For what felt like forever, you focused your eyes on the spot near his mouth, burning it into your mind until it dispelled any doubt. 

Eventually, you slumped, more out of fatigue than anything else. “Okay.”

“Alright?”

“Okay,” you repeated, “but we’re going inside first. And I’m still checking you over.”

Boothill chuckled. “‘Course. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Then, he smiled, and you found yourself silently glad for the darkness, for the ability to see the radiance of the man before you in place of a sun. 

It was beautiful.

© written by sunderingstars. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[hgfictionwriter]

Handy

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Sometimes you forget Jessie’s an engineer. A very thoughtful, but shy one at that. One who feels more comfortable renovating your apartment than telling you she likes you.

Warnings: No warnings.

A/N: I'm hearing some fluff is in order. Hope you all enjoy!

"Where do you want this?" Jessie asked as she stood holding a large box in the doorway to your new bedroom.  

You looked over your shoulder and pointed to the walk-in closet. "Over there would be great. Thank you." 

"No problem," Jessie replied as she walked over and set the box down. She looked around as she stood. "Are you doing anything with the shelving in here?" 

"Oh yeah," you said as you got up and joined her. "I'm going to move these shelves up and add another set here to create more storage." 

"Smart. That'll be good," Jessie affirmed as she scanned the space.

You tried not to stare, but her profile, curious eyes, and the way her baby hairs stuck to her face after several trips to and from the moving truck made it challenging.   

"Hey, I think that's everything." 

Both you and Jessie turned when Janine's voice filtered in from the bedroom, seeing Kelli standing beside her.  

"Oh amazing. Thank you so much, all of you. I'm sure your coach would have my head if he knew you helped me move, but I'm very grateful. And hey - no injuries! Knock on wood. I guess you all still have to make it home in one piece," you joked.  

"Anytime," Janine said as she crossed the room and gave you a hug. "The new digs look great. Condo ownership looks good on you." 

You laughed. "Thank you. And it's even better when highly trained athletes do all the heavy lifting for you." 

"No unpacking though," Kelli joked. "That's where I draw the line." You held up your hands in mock surrender. 

"I can handle that part. Thank you. Next round of dinner and drinks are on me." 

Once everyone left and you continued the tedious task of unpacking, your phone dinged with a text. You retrieved it to see Jessie's name on the screen. 

"Hey. I hope unpacking is going well. I just wanted to say that if you need any help redoing your shelves I'm happy to swing by. I like projects like that." 

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.  

"Sometimes I forget you're an engineer. You've done so much as is - I already rolled the dice by getting you to help me move furniture and precariously packed boxes. I don’t want to push." 

"I really don't mind! And setting up shelves is a lot less risky than holding the bottom end of the couch on the stairs while Kelli and Janine argue about how to angle it through a doorway." 

You laughed recalling the scene in your mind. She had a point. Plus, spending some time alone, just the two of you, wouldn't be unwanted.  

You'd met through Janine a few months back and had become friends in your own right since then, but it was still the norm that you typically only saw each other with Janine. This could be a nice change of pace. And, you know, if seeing her work in such a capacity would turn out to be eye candy - so be it.  

"Alright. You've convinced me. When are you free? And please, please know that if you change your mind it's really not a problem at all. Please don't feel pressured or obliged." 

"Excellent! Does next Sunday work for you? I'd say Saturday, but we have a game that afternoon." 

"I'm aware lol. I'll be there, after all. Sunday sounds great." 

"Right lol. Okay, Sunday it is! Let me know if you need me to pick anything up prior. I'm happy to." 

"You're too sweet. See you then." 

----- 

"You brought your own drill set?" You asked with an amused smile. The blush on Jessie's face was immediate. 

"Well, I didn't know what you had." Her voice rising in pitch. "And I have a spare battery. There's nothing worse mid-project than running out of a charge." 

"Nothing," you mocked affectionately and she averted her gaze as her cheeks grew redder. You smiled at her and ushered her to the walk-in. "Okay, well, between the two of us I think we're all set. Let's get started." 

It didn't take long for it to become Jessie leading and you helping. Going in, you felt you had a decent grasp of what to do, but as the work progressed, you realized how good it was that Jessie was here because she guided things with confidence and ease that you had to admit you probably wouldn't have had in her absence.  

You were expecting this to be an all day venture, but with Jessie at the helm the work went by quickly and smoothly.  

"Hand me that last shelf, please," she instructed calmly as she double-checked her work. 

You were ready with it and handed it up to her. You watched in what you hoped was subtle appreciation as she set it in place.

She stood perched on the ladder, wearing her black hat and her shirt was tucked in. The tape measure was hooked onto her pocket and she wore a soft look of concentration on her face. When she took the shelf, her biceps popped as she lifted it and set it down on the brackets with ease. The pencil tucked behind her ear was the cherry on top.  

Once she was confident the shelf was secure, she turned to you with a bright smile.  

"All done! What do you think?" 

"It's fantastic," you relayed, forcing yourself to refocus. And it was true. Not only was her workmanship thorough, but she'd tweaked a few things in your plan to optimize the setup even further. "Thank you so much. This is better than what I could've imagined. I owe you big time." 

She shrugged and focused on her feet as she stepped down off the ladder. "No, it's all good. It was fun." 

"Well, I really appreciate it. Truly," you went on, seeking eye contact, but she seemed to readily avoid it as she began cleaning up her tools. Eventually, she looked to you with a small smile. 

"Don't mention it. Thanks for letting me help." 

You rolled your eyes teasingly. "You're funny. Can I at least order us in some dinner and make you a drink or two?" You saw her begin to hesitate, a blush creeping up on her cheeks as she fidgeted. Early on, you would've immediately backed off, fearing you were making her truly uncomfortable, but by this point you knew she was just shy. And a bit skittish. You went on gently. "Consider it a small token of my appreciation." 

She gave you a crooked smile as she distractedly readjusted her hat before seeming to catch herself and clasped both hands in front of her. "Okay, sure. That sounds good." 

You two talked fairly late into the night and you noted how Jessie relaxed into the evening. Conversation was easy and naturally weaved from the light and fun to the more serious and heavy without getting uncomfortable or awkward. The night only came to an end because you had to work in the morning.  

"Thank you again for all of your help," you told her as she stood at your front door, shoes, jacket and backpack on. "Not only does the closet look great, but it was a lot of fun - thanks to you. I can't help but think about projects half that serious that I've done with exes and they've turned into all out brawls. So, thank you." 

Her posture straightened slightly and as she blushed with a nervous laugh. "Well, what can I say. We work well together." If you were right, the flush of her cheeks deepened. She averted her gaze, shuffling her feet a bit before she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets and nodded over your shoulder.  

"You said you were going to change out the lighting fixtures in the living room, right?" She asked. Her smile morphed into a smirk. "I mean, I'm not an electrical engineer, but a couple lighting fixtures is no big deal. I could come over next week and help with those." 

You gave her a smirk of your own, unknowingly looking her up and down.  

"If you'd really like to. I certainly won't stop you." 

The easy confidence she was trying to channel a moment ago flickered before she gave you a nonchalant shrug.  

"Sure. It's not a problem." 

"Alright," you accepted. "I'm looking forward to it. Thanks again, and good night." You leaned forward and pulled her into a short hug - something you hadn't done before - and it seemed to catch her off-guard as she very belatedly put her hands up around you as you were already beginning to pull away, and even then, her movements were stiff and tentative. When you fully broke away her face was beet red.  

"Okay." Her voice was high and tight. She gave you a quick, awkward wave before turning to leave. "Have a good night."  

----- 

The next weekend rolled around and Jessie was yet again up on a ladder in your new apartment. She tilted her head and frowned in concentration as she installed the last set of screws on your new lighting fixture.  

"Okay, go ahead and turn the breaker back on," she told you as she stepped down and walked over to the light switch. You did as you were told. 

"Okay, done." 

The switch went on with a soft click and light filled the room. You watched her before looking up at the newly installed fixture. She smirked.  

"Looks good," she said. “How do you like it?”

“It's brilliant. Thank you again. But what I’m really interested in is this,” you said as you closed the space between you two and grasped her hand, she tensed at the contact, but didn’t pull away. You lifted her hand to see the cut on her knuckle.

“I knew it. Let’s get you cleaned up,” you said and at that she pulled her hand back, hiding it behind her back.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“I know you are, but still,” you told her gently, noting the embarrassed look on her face. “Indulge me. Let me at least put a bandaid on it.”

She grumbled in contemplation but eventually conceded. You smiled to yourself at how her head jerked away when you glanced up from her hand to catch her staring at you.

When you finished placing the bandaid on her you released her hand and took a step back. You waited to catch her eye and spoke, “Make sure you clean that up more when you get home.”

Her cheeks grew pink and she rolled her eyes. You caught the hint of a smile on her lips though.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jessie stayed for dinner and a drink once more. Conversation flowed even easier, if that’s possible, than last time. You tried to hide the smile over how pleased you were by this since you and Jessie had been texting all week in between. It would've been understandable if you ran out of things to talk about by this point, but you didn’t - at all.

"I noticed there were a couple of dings in the drywall - probably from when we were moving stuff in. Probably Janine's doing - I'm much more conscientious," Jessie relayed with a facetious eye roll. "I could patch those up for you. I imagine the previous owners left some of the original paint or we could just get it paint matched." 

You smirked at her from across the couch.  

"You know, we could always just hang out - no reno job required. You don’t have to do something every time." 

She blushed and took a sip of her drink.  

"Oh, well, you know. I don’t mind." 

"Well, how about we just hang out next time. If you are desperate to repair the drywall even after that, well, have at 'er. But maybe a work-free, normal hang out would be nice," you told her with a soft laugh. She nodded, blush fading as she returned your smile.  

“Okay, that sounds like a plan." She swirled her drink, looking down at the churning liquid and speaking into it. "You could come over to my place? I could make us dinner. Or whatever." She finally mustered up the courage to look back up at you.

Now it was your turn to blush. You fiddled with your glass and offered her a hint of a smile. "Okay. That sounds nice." 

————

“Whoa. That’s fancy,” Jessie commented as you set down a nice bottle of Chardonnay on her counter.

“Well, it’s my first time over. I had to break out the good stuff for you.”

Jessie grinned and retrieved a couple of glasses for you before setting down two plates of food on the kitchen table.

“This looks amazing,” you told her as you looked at the meal she prepared. “And I can’t help but think this just isn’t fair. You did all this free work for me and now you’ve made me dinner.”

“Was it free?” She squinted at you teasingly. “You had to listen to me babble on about metric versus imperial for a solid 20 minutes there.”

“I didn’t mind. I’d listen to that any day. I like hearing your facts and tidbits and about whatever you're interested in,” you assured her and she tried to conceal her smile. “How’d you become so handy anyway? I mean, I know you have this engineering background now, but still.”

She shrugged. “I liked helping my dad with projects around the house. Helping him build stuff. It was just always fascinating to me to see things come together like that and to know you did it with your own two hands.”

“That’s cute. And very sweet,” you told her as you took a bite. She dismissed your comment with a small wave of her fork.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Well. I still think it’s cute. And I certainly reaped the rewards. Thank you again - seriously, for all of your help. You didn’t have to help me, and I really appreciate all the work you did.”

She took a sip of wine and peered at you over the glass, taking a moment to contemplate.

“There’s still that matter of the drywall,” she joked.

“You’re still on that, huh?” You said with a laugh. “What are we going to do when there are no projects left to work on?”

A faint blush began to form on Jessie’s face and she shuffled around in her chair a bit before taking a bite of food.

“There are always projects to be done. And if not, well, you’re the one who said we could hang out without a project to work on.”

You propped your elbow on the table and rest your chin in your open palm. “And the offer still stands. Clearly,” you gestured around her apartment. “If you’re interested.” Jessie dropped your gaze and flushed a deeper tone of pink.

“Yeah. I mean, we get along alright.”

You snickered a bit before taking a sip of your drink.

“What resounding affirmation," you said dryly and she shot you a bashful look. You smirked. "I guess it’s settled then.”

You polished off the bottle of wine that evening and your conversation carried you late into the night. You made a point of not checking the time and Jessie made no attempt to either. You had to work in the morning, but you just didn't care. You'd deal with the consequences later.

At some point though, an inevitable yawn escaped Jessie.

“Oh, I should let you get to sleep,” you offered, though not yet moving from your spot on the couch next to her. You were sitting across from one another and you were very aware of how if either of you shifted in a particular way, your legs would brush.

“No, it’s fine,” she dismissed. “I’ll get my second wind here in no time.” You chuckled and finally checked your phone. Your eyes went wide.

“Oh shit,” you laughed. “Well, I’ve worked off of less sleep before.”

“You didn’t tell me you were working,” she frowned at you. “Yeah, some clients are in from out of town. It’s okay, I wanted to hang out with you.” You reluctantly rose from the couch and she followed. “As much as I'm enjoying myself, I should go. I can get about 4 hours of sleep if there are no delays on the train.”

“You are not taking the train,” Jessie told you in the most stern voice you’d ever heard from her. It actually caught you off guard and you ignored the stirring in your chest at her display.

“Fine. An Uber,” you conceded.

“No. I’ll drive you,” she countered.

“Don’t be silly.” You waved her off. “You’re tired too and I’m not making you drive 30 minutes across town and back at this hour.”

“Then…I don't know, just spend the night.” She immediately held up her hands in defense. “Not like that. I just mean…it’s super late, getting home is going to be a pain. I’ll drive you home in the morning whenever you’re ready.”

“Jessie…” It was tempting. The logic wasn’t entirely bulletproof, but reasonable enough.

In the time you took to start contemplating, Jessie had run to the closet and started pulling out spare pillows and blankets. You looked at them when she returned and gave her a discerning look. You didn’t feel uncomfortable, you just didn’t want to intrude.

“I’ll take an Uber in the morning.” You told her and she gave you an easy smile as she began setting up the couch.

“I’ll drive you,” she repeated nonchalantly.

“Oh my god. You’re so stubborn,” you complained half-heartedly.

“Sometimes,” she admitted with a shrug as she went to her room for a few moments and came back out with a set of pyjamas.

“Don’t tell Janine. She’ll never let me hear the end of this,” you warned in mock petulance as you went to take the clothes from her. She pulled her fingers across her lips, feigning a zipping motion.

“She wouldn’t let me hear the end of it either, so I'd say we're now partners in crime,” she laughed, but held the clothes back from you. “These are mine. Yours are on the bed.”

“Huh?” You asked, giving her a blatant look of confusion.

“I’m sleeping out here. You take the bed,” she returned lightly and before you could retort she gently began to corral you towards her bedroom.

“Jessie.” You protested. “Are you nuts? I’m taking the couch.”

“Incorrect,” she refuted before giving you one final, soft push into the room. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She looked up at the ceiling, seeming to calculate something in her head. “6 am?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, still giving her a lingering look of disapproval. Before you could conjure a retort, she went on.

"This is my house, so what I say goes," she said rather haughtily, coupled with a subtle smirk. She was evidently very pleased with herself and her mannerisms had you too distracted, a small flutter echoing in your chest, so you let it be. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Okay. Well, if you change your mind - feel free to kick me out. Of your bedroom or the apartment - either is fine.”

“Now who’s nuts,” she quipped. Her light and easy demeanour wavered slightly as she paused in the doorway and ran a hand through her hair. “Um, well, bathroom’s through there. Help yourself to whatever. Good night.”

You were still in vague disbelief about how the last part of the night had unfolded as you lay in Jessie’s bed, wearing her clothes. Had you previously imagined being in Jessie’s bed? Yes. Did you imagine this? No. Certainly not.

All things considered, you slept pretty well. You didn't expect yourself to, so it was a surprise when your alarm went off. It took you a few moments for your mind to reconcile the unfamiliar surroundings, but you quickly came to. You sat up, the first rays of morning light illuminating the room and you observed them in a more lucid headspace than you had the night before.

The room was neat, organized, minimalistic in a way, but still had plenty of things that made it Jessie. A few framed photos of family and friends, her camera, a few, select books neatly displayed, some cute trinkets from her trips around the globe - no medals on display though. How typical.

A sound from the kitchen pulled you from your observations with a frown. You thought you were hearing things at first until you heard a few more faint sounds.

You quickly got changed and tentatively opened the bedroom door a crack to peer out. Not only was Jessie up already, she was in the middle of making breakfast. You opened the door the rest of the way with a puzzled look on your face. She turned to you with a smile.

"Morning! How did you sleep?"

"How long have you been up?" You asked instead. She glanced at her watch.

"I don't know. 30 minutes maybe? So, how did you sleep?" She repeated her inquiry.

"Shockingly well," you replied with a light laugh as you leaned on the kitchen counter and watched her work. "How about you? Miss I-insist-on-taking-the-couch."

She shot you a smirk over her shoulder as she scrambled the eggs in the frying pan. "I slept perfectly well, thank you," she relayed pointedly. "Coffee?" She asked.

"Please."

"Black, right?"

You smiled at her. "Yes, thank you. Can I do anything to help you?"

"Nope, just about done," she told you as she handed you a travel mug with steaming hot coffee. "For the road," she explained.

You watched Jessie as she turned back to the stove and continued making breakfast. For a split second, you pictured yourself as a couple in this moment. Easy mornings together, sharing breakfast and coffee, talking about your day ahead, kissing each other goodbye and going your separate ways until you came home to one another. You cleared your throat and shook out your head subtly as you came back to reality. You didn't want to get too far ahead of yourself.

You both ate a quick breakfast together, and took your toast and coffee to go. Jessie navigated through traffic on the way to your apartment. You scolded yourself internally for how you found something as simple as Jessie driving, attractive. Okay, maybe you really had it bad for her.

"I have to say, I feel like I'm 18 again or something," you joked. "Getting 4 hours of sleep, going through a whole bunch of hoops just to get to school - or work in this case - on time. It's ridiculous. But it was fun." You took a sip of your coffee. "I bet you were in bed by 10 every night in uni - minus late game nights, if that was a thing. But 8 hours of sleep, very responsible, all your readings and homework done."

Jessie shot you a mild glare.

"I've had some wild nights," she countered, not sounding entirely convincing, or even remotely, really. It endeared her to you more.

"Oh yeah, I bet you were a real bad girl," you teased. Jessie rolled her eyes.

"Oh, and like you were."

You sat primly and gave her a sly smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know."

You bantered back and forth the rest of the drive, and again, it felt like you were already something you were not. You found yourself lamenting your arrival as she pulled up to your building. Pushing aside your disappointment, you instead leaned over the middle console and gave Jessie a fleeting kiss on the cheek. She startled at the touch.

"Thanks for driving me. And for letting me spend the night. And for dinner," you frowned as you added things to the list. "I've gotta start pulling my weight here."

"No," she said in a strained voice, her cheeks flaring up as she glanced at you before her eyes darted away. She laughed nervously and scratched the back of her neck. "Don't mention it."

You gave her forearm a quick squeeze, a blush threatening to form on your own face at how firm the muscles were there, and stepped out of the car. You walked to your door, quickly strategizing if or when to turn back and wave when you heard her call out your name. You turned around with a puzzled look on your face.

"Uh, I could drive you to work? When you're ready?" She offered from the car through the now-open window. Her face burned impossibly brighter red. "It'll be faster than the bus."

You smiled openly at her.

"Oh, you're just spoiling me now." She smiled in return. "Well, who am I to say 'no'?" ------

A/N: Part Two is available here.

[barcarsenal12]

Election season (alexia putellas x american reader)

A/N: American reader is dealing with the stress of the election from overseas, while Alexia and their teammates try to understand what a terrifying situation reader is in.

(This is very very short, I can expand if you guys enjoy it. Also this is 100% me projecting.

You had a match the next day, but you knew you weren’t going to sleep. You had hardly been able to sleep all week. Back home, in America, your friends and family were staying up too. Here in Barcelona, no one cared who won the presidential election. 

“Come to bed, love,” Alexia called from the stairs. 

“I can’t, Ale.” You said, closing your eyes. CNN was starting to sear into your eyelids. You felt two hands on your shoulders, and leaned into her touch. 

“The sooner you fall asleep, the sooner you will know who won. Like Christmas morning.” 

You laughed, resting your head against her arm. “I knew that Christmas was always going to be good, though. I won’t be able to sleep. I might as well be here.”

Alexia sighed, and let her head droop. 

“Ok, then I’ll stay here with you.” 

“No, go to sleep. Us both being tired tomorrow won’t help anyone.” 

“But I want to be here. Explain the, como se dice, electoral college again?”

“Go, Ale,” you chuckled, shoving her shoulder. 

She sighed again, but rose from her seat and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making her way back upstairs. 

---

“What’s wrong with her?” Mapi whispered quietly to Alexia during warm ups the next morning. 

“She stayed up all night watching the election. I found her asleep infront of the TV this morning.” Alexia whispered back. 

Mapi let out a low whistle. “She’s not playing today, right?”

“She swears she’s fine.” 

“She doesn’t look fine.”

“I know.” 

You were glued to your phone the next four days, as the results were counted and recounted and confusion over swing states ensued. On the second day, it seemed like it was going the way that you were so desperately praying it would. On the third, though, the opposition won Florida. The election consumed you, and you were so far away from anyone else affected by it that you felt increasingly isolated. Alexia tried to be there, listening and keeping up with the results and trying to ignore how tired you looked. She told you that she loved you and cooked you meals and forced you to sleep. 

When the results came, you were at training. You were in the gym, with MSNBC playing through your airpods as you did reps of squats. You remembered 2020, when your side won and everyone ran onto the streets with pots and pans. This time, you had no neighbors to react with. You calmly placed your weights down and walked through the gym door, shutting off your phone for the first time in days. You needed somewhere-- a closet, ideally, but an empty meeting room would also suffice-- to fully absorb the news. You made it as far as the bathroom before the results sunk in. 

“Why did she leave?” Ingrid leaned towards Frido, as the door swung closed behind you. 

“I don’t know.” Frido responded. “I’ll text her.” 

“Ok, good idea.” Ingrid said, returning to her lifts. After a moment, she glanced back at Frido, and immediately noticed the frown on her face. “What is it?”

“He won.” Frido whispered. 

“What?” Ingrid said. Even from across the world, she knew what that would mean. 

“He won.” 

“Mierda.” Ingrid cursed under her breath, pushing out of the gym. 

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(Sorry to cut this off, lmk if you want me to finish this story)

[gothcsz]

Mamita! Hojala que todo esta bien contigo! I have no idea if you’re taking mini requests pero I can’t stop thinking of Javier when I listen to Amarramé by Mon laferte 😭 Si no, esta bien I also wanted an excuse to talk you again! Con amor 😘

tags: f!reader, dirty talk (in english and spanish), no use of y/n, smut, unprotected p in v sex (be safe), oral (f), javi handcuffing you to your bed, hurt/no comfort kinda, fwb, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.

~ 1.3k w/c - gif cred

a/n: hola bebita hermosa, gracias por dejarme este prompt y canción tan 🥵 i listened to it and immediately it gave me friends with benefits!javi energy and reminded me of the fact that this cabron carries two sets of cuffs on him... y como dice la canción: tómame del pelo y repíteme mi nombre, y ámame, pero sin querer. i hope you like it 🖤 cuidate nena y cualquiera vez que quieras hablar conmigo, nadamas mandame un dm 💋

“Stop fuckin' running.”

He growls it low and rough against your skin, biting down on your shoulder just hard enough to make you gasp, that delicious blend of pain and pleasure shooting down your spine. He's buried so deep inside you that it feels like he's touching your fucking heart.

It’s hard not to flail around like a fish out of water when each thrust is relentless, wild, like he's out to stake his claim right then and there, leaving you breathless and desperately clinging to every sensation.

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of hot, fast, dirty encounters in places you’d never imagine. The two of you never bother with beds, turning instead to dark corners, cramped car seats, the occasional bar restroom, even a closet at a friend’s house party—always fueled by a fierce need, never by softness.

But tonight is different. When he appeared on your doorstep, smelling of whiskey and impatience, you barely had time to catch your breath.

Sex with Javier was fucking amazing, the kind of chemistry that sticks in your bones.

He knew exactly what he was doing—a filthy mouth, hands that held you with just the right amount of force, and a delicious cock that hit every angle like it was his purpose. He went down on you because he loved it, his mouth a weapon of pure pleasure that left you wrecked.

He was dangerously close to perfect, if you could overlook the cocky attitude and that short fuse of his. Not that it mattered; you weren’t in this for a relationship. This was just pure, unapologetic indulgence, a mutual craving born out of that one forgettable party weeks ago that he’d somehow managed to make unforgettable.

You’re honestly not sure how the hell he managed to find out where you lived—but you barely had time to register his arrival before his lips were on yours, his hands already roaming, steering you backward until your shoulders hit the wall.

His mouth was urgent, trailing down your neck, hands lifting you as he sank to his knees with a look that dared you to stop him.

He lifted your thighs onto his broad shoulders, spreading you open, and didn’t waste a single second burying his face in your pussy, his tongue exploring every inch. He licked you slowly at first, savoring your taste, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking just hard enough to make you see stars, then lightly grazing his teeth against the swollen flesh, drawing gasps and cries from your throat.

He made you come like that not once but twice, each time rougher, more desperate, until you were clutching at his shoulders, hips rocking against his face. By the time he stood, cock hard enough to cut through those tight ass jeans of his, you were nothing but a willing mess, ready to take whatever he gave.

“Where’s your bed?”

Those were the first words he growled out since his hasty entrance, and you were so blissed out, half-dazed, that you nearly forgot where it was.

Barely catching your breath, you managed a breathy answer, and the way he moved—urgent, driven—had you wondering what set him off tonight. Before you could even form a coherent thought, he had your nightgown tugged off and tossed aside, his hands guiding you down onto the mattress with a roughness that left you trembling.

The sharp clink of his gun, badge, and cuffs hitting your nightstand sent a thrill through you. He undressed with a speed that made it clear he wasn’t in the mood to wait, and when he finally joined you on the bed, his weight and heat pressing against you made every nerve in your body hum with anticipation.

With no patience or gentleness he sheathed himself inside your cunt—just harsh intensity that made your mind go white-hot.

It was unlike any rhythm he’d set before, every thrust harder, deeper, driving into you with a force that bordered on desperate. Your eyes glazed over, tears blurring your vision as his grip on your hips tightened, leaving bruises you knew you’d feel tomorrow.

The sting from the hard spanks he’d landed on your ass burned deliciously, and every time his cock hit that unbearably sensitive spot inside you, you couldn't help but jerk forward, shattering his rhythm.

But the way he frustratingly growled your name each time you disrupted his pace only made it hotter.

After doing it too many times, Javier’s irritation finally spills over, and he pulls back abruptly, reaching for his set of cuffs. Your eyes go wide, and you try to push yourself up, words on the tip of your tongue to protest, but he moves too fast. In moments, the metal snaps around your wrist, then loops through one of the beams of your bed frame, before he clamps down your other wrist.

“Javier,” you manage, tugging at the cuffs, feeling the cold metal bite into your soft skin as you wince.

“¿Que?” He mocks, his tone drenched in condescension as he lets a smug pout play on his lips. “Want me to take 'em off? ¿Te duele?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, though, his hands finding your waist and yanking you back toward him, his cock sliding through your slick, swollen folds.

They do hurt, yeah, but you’re suddenly less angry and more turned on, trapped there, fully exposed and helpless in a way you hadn’t expected to like.

He doesn’t bother with gentleness, just sheaths himself back inside you, drawing a scream from your lips as his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back, forcing your back into a deep, sinful arch. Tears prick at your eyes as he fills you again, every inch of him overwhelming.

“Te sientes tan rica,” he groans, his words a low growl in your ear as he folds over you, pressing every inch of himself into your senses. “Pussy is so goddamn tight and wet, fuck, baby.” He rambles on, his words coming in hot waves that only half register, your mind hazy as your own orgasm looms—and your wrists throb against the cuffs, a mix of pain and pleasure blurring the line between frustration and desire.

Without warning, his fingers slip down to circle your clit, drawing a desperate yelp from you. He smirks, slickening two fingers with your arousal before forcing them into your mouth, pressing down until you gag. The strangled sound you make only turns him on more, his cock twitching hard inside you as he groans. “C’mon, give it to me. Fuck, I can feel how tight your greedy cunt is gettin’. She wants to come, doesn’t she?”

You choke out a muffled “yes” around his fingers, your mouth wet with saliva that dribbles down your chin.

He drags his damp fingers back down, finding your nipple, twisting it just hard enough to tip you over the edge. 

Your climax crashes through you, pulsing around his cock, locking him in, and he grits his teeth, fighting to hold back as your creamy release coats him, your throat raw from screaming his name.

The cuffs cut harshly into your wrists, leaving red marks you know will sting later.

With a rough groan, he pulls out just in time, releasing hot and thick across your ass, fingers still pressing into your tit as he rides out his own pleasure.

"Get these things off me,” you spit as soon as reality snaps back at you, blinking rapidly, disoriented in the rush of your comedown. “What the hell is your problem?”

Silent, he reaches for the key, unlocking you with a practiced motion, releasing each wrist as you rub your raw skin, the marks a testament to his roughness.

“Sorry.” His voice is curt, no warmth behind his words, as he gathers his clothes, already tugging them back on.

And before his cum has even dried, he’s halfway out the door, leaving you breathless and tangled in the aftermath of that unapologetic, maddening exit.

[fillinforlater]

You walking on them like this what would you do 😳😏

Always Caught

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin, Jang Wonyoung

Length: 1675 words

Tags: getting caught, voyeurism (Wony), threesome, cuckold (Yujin), best boyfriend (you), standing sex, rough sex, fondling, fingering

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"Sometimes, forbidden things are the most tempting, yeah."

"U-unnie!"

The dice have fallen, the trap is activated, Wonyoung can't move. There's a large smirk on your face, wicked, like Yujin's arms and legs that press Wonyoung to the wall she was just using to eavesdrop. Eavesdrop on who if not her roommate and her boyfriend making love, loudly, lusty, without a care for who might here.

"I knew what you are doing, always have," you get into the conversation and closer to the two entangled girls. It's somewhat cute, seeing Wonyoung fight back, freeing herself, just to surrender her hand back to the world for Yujin to breathe into her ear again. "Yujin was surprised why you didn't complain, but I knew that you had your ear right here.

"You even moved the closet a bit to the left so you can be closer to our bed. Do you like the sounds of it creaking that much?"

"Or is it the moans that get you all giddy?" Yujin huffs and grabs Wonyoung's hips like she's done it a thousand times before. The younger woman melts into the grip like her features melt in embarrassment. From ear to ear, even her cute little nose carrying her loser-glasses, is flushed red. 

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Wonyoung rebuttals, pathetically weak, her arousal in the air like a stench confirming her bad thoughts and the sinful intentions she was ready to act upon. You know just the thing to break her. 

"Oh, then what is this?" Pull out the vibrator from the closet your girlfriend was just hiding in. A short, pink phallus, pointier than a cock and with a wide array of settings that you've used to make Yujin weak during some college reading. 

"Th-that's not mine. Yujin-unnie, tell your boyfriend that—"

"You're a voyeuristic slut who likes to listen to their friends fuck? He figured this out himself."

Wonyoung tries to bury her face behind her long fingers, but you reach for her hands and instead stare her down, the amused face of Yujin behind her spurring you on to finish off your crazy plan. You lean in close and mimic Wonyoung by laying your ear on the wall as well.

"Do you hear that? These sweet moans, the groans, how the bed shakes, how the wooden frame creaks, how skin slaps on skin? 

"It's a recording, Wonyoung. An audio, a video even, of us fucking each others brains out."

"Do you want to see it~?" Yujin teases Wonyoung and rubs her cheeks from behind while the younger can't help but stare into your horny eyes.

"We can give it to you if you want. An exclusive video, for free.

"Or you can get the full experience. Right. Fucking. Now."

Yujin’s and your hand meet at the spot where Wonyoung’s thong is starting to soak up wetness like a well-used sponge. The two of you agreed on the if and when you wanted to make your move on the young roommate, but not on the how. Yujin wanted to get rid of her skirt, you wanted to hike it up and have it rock back and forth when you rock your rock hard cock into her pussy eventually. Now you and your girlfriend fight for who gets to rub said pussy, the lips, the clit, the entrance—Wonyoung is totally oblivious to it. 

“Hng, f-fuck, you caught me,” she exclaims, butt pressed against Yujin’s crotch. Her knees are like butter, making her become smaller than both her friends who take their differences aside to focus on different parts of her holy place. You insert a finger, the long middle one, into Wonyoung’s pussy while Yujin gets to work at the hard nub above. She fiddles it side to side, the same way she does it to herself. 

“We always do,” Yujin whispers and initiates a french kiss with you that has the already mewling Wonyoung dazed, dazed at what was fantasy mere minutes before and is now reality: both her hot friends getting at it with her in between, no wall separating her. “Stick out your tongue if you want any of that.”

Wonyoung, the drop dead gorgeous super star in the Uni, who’d be the number one pick in a draft titled ‘Who I would like to fuck the most’ by seventy percent of attendees and profs, looks like a femcel loser with her tilted glasses and stretched out tongue, waiting for some of your and Yujin’s drool to hit it. She’s lucky when something falls, when you decide to integrate her into the kiss and simultaneously ‘integrate’ another finger in her cunt to stretch the rippling hole open.

You and Yujin toy with Wonyoung’s motionless tongue, she sucks it out and stretches it, you bully it back inside and watch it fall out again. Limp is the tongue, limp is her body, but before she falls over, Yujin stabilizes her roommate at the wall. No more stimulation, just two pairs of eyes staring her down. Wonyoung wants to hide the embarrassing arousal flushed all over her fuckable, thin body, but she is exposed to your mercy once more. 

“You want his cock?” Yujin asks nonchalantly, Wonyoung carefully nods, the fear of falling into another trap smaller than the pleasure she’s offered. “Why do you think I’d give him to you? He is my boyfriend, his cock is mine, you have no idea how snug I am around it. Why should I give it to you, slut?”

“P-please, Unnie.”

Yujin sighs the fakest sigh since the latest YouTuber apology-video. She fishes out your cock with a single hand and places a finger on Wonyoung’s luscious, drool-glazed lips. “Fine. Say ‘thank you, Unnie~’.”

“Thank you, Unnie.”

Your hands find Wonyoung’s smooth, spotless thighs and dig into them like they are sand concealing a treasure. Yujin joins said hunt for jewelry and helps you lift up the light Wonyoung to prepare your diamond-like cock, ready to drill deep. The way you spear Wonyoung’s labia open is a bit reckless, sure, but you have no other option. It radiates heat and need and Wonyoung is the one to vocalize it by lifting her skirt up for you to see.

“I-I want more,” she stammers when your tip has her innie spread already. “I can take it just as well as Yujin-unnie.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Yujin warns her roommate, biting her lower lip nonetheless when you give Wonyoung all of your dick. There are no more spoken words, just moans and thrusts as your animalistic tendencies overhauls all previous reservations you had about this. Tonight, Wonyoung’s pussy has your focus, in fact, her entire lower body makes you want to take endless pictures of it. 

But no recording, not even a world class painting can depict the beauty of her small belly bulging with every deep invasion up to her cervix. No 2k, 4k, 8k video could ever show just how brilliantly her legs tremble in your hands, their entire length stiffening, then shuttering just because there’s a stiff appendage in her cunt. For whatever reason, you all but forget Yujin, who is literally behind the girl you are fucking, helping you carry her, watching closely—

“Yes, fuck that little bitch, that little slutty pussy!”

She announces herself. A well-placed pull on Wonyoung’s blouse and Yujin sends a button or two flying to reveal an exposed, heaving chest with sweat running in between the small, perky bumps. Yujin digs into them and into Wonyoung’s mouth; now you have to gather all your reserves to keep Wonyoung up on your own. Either way you’re good and continue to fuck into her addictive cunt.

“I wanted this for so long,” Yujin screams while Wonyoung screams while you’re about to scream, seeing your girlfriend finger both a stiff nipple and a gaping mouth. Wonyoung’s tongue must be a fun plaything. “I always wanted him to fuck you, fuck, I would have been okay with him cheating on me if only I got to hear him pound you.

“But now, I don’t want to let go of you. I understand why they all are mad about fucking you.”

Yujin’s feverish confession has your mouth dry. Time to stock up on saliva by going straight for her unsuspecting mouth. You relish in how she tries to fight back, it feels like validation, it was the right call to be honest and tell her about Wonyoung’s constant masturbation while listening to the two of you. Now you have the total upper hand and thus press your upper body against both of theirs.

“Rub her pussy,” you order Yujin. “I need her to cum.”

“Yes, fuck, make her cum! I want her to squirt and piss everywhere and become your stupid little fuck hole!”

To say it riles you up—you’ve never felt stronger, more empowered. You give full thrusts, hard, fast, Wonyoung’s glasses almost fall off of her face and you see her irises disappear in her head as a shrill scream as you flash banged. Wonyoung’s orgasm is earth shattering, her walls rapidly wrap around you to maximum tightness. You have to act quickly.

“Where should I—Yujin, where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside her. Inside her pussy!” Yujin grits her teeth. One of Wonyoung’s hands has found its way into her freshly cut hair and this look of determination, pain and unbridled lust has you certain that you’ll finish in a second. A second is three pumps but you fill Wonyoung with a lot more than that. Her pussy is a creamy mess and before you come back to your senses, Yujin is already eating your load out of Wonyoung.

“That poor girl is so overstimulated,” you tell your girlfriend, a weak smile on your face. 

“No, no!” Wonyoung complains, arms wrapped around your neck. “I-I, please, catch me again, I want this.”

It must have been at least a hundred times that Wony has masturbated to the thought of you. Time she repays it a hundred times as well. 

(A/N: a different take on this scene here)

[janeyseymour]

Hi, I hope you’re well!

I would like to make a request, for some reason Melissa and the reader need to sleep in the same bed but they are not that close. The reader likes to cuddle and gets closer and surprisingly Melissa doesn't push her away. When they need to sleep together again on the second night they already sleep hugging each other, and on the third night they no longer need to sleep together but Mel invites the reader to her house with the excuse that she is unable to sleep alone. I thought of something really cute and something that was very scary for both the reader and Melissa, a little slow burn.

Thank you ❤️

Hi! I have to say, I think this fic will hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for the great prompt 🤍 I hope you enjoy!

Warmth

wc: 4.4k exactly!

Melissa Schemmenti is an absolute enigma to you. But here you are, standing in her living room with a duffel bag slung over your shoulder.

“A-are you sure?” you ask again, although you’re already here, and you really have no way of getting home. Maybe you could walk… but that’s going to be at least a thirty minute walk. And that’s at a brisk pace without your belongings hanging off of your shoulder.

“I’m positive,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “Just don’t look to hard at my stuff, and you’ll be fine.”

You stay in your place, not sure what to even do right now. You’re in Melissa Schemmenti’s home. You never thought you would set foot here considering the walls that she has around herself at school.

“Oi, Y/N. Stop standing there. Do something.”

“I- I’m sorry,” you blush. “Where should I put my bag?”

“Drop it in my room- first door when you head upstairs.”

“In your room?” you ask quietly.

“Well, I only got one bedroom,” she huffs. “And I know my couch wrapped in plastic ain’t gonna be comfortable enough for you to be able to work tomorrow. Unless you want to give it a shot, but I can promise it isn’t comfortable.”

You nod silently and take your things upstairs. When you enter her room, it’s so… Melissa. There’s a framed jersey signed by Jalen Hurts- she must know a guy. There’s only a bed, a small bench, and a few dressers around- you assume you’re going to be sharing a bed with your coworker. Thank goodness it’s a king sized mattress; you wouldn’t want to keep Melissa up all night with your movement in your sleep. Not knowing where to put your things (you don’t know what side of the bed she likes to sleep on… although you have your thoughts when you see a baseball bat on the right side of the bed), you simply put it on the bench before making your way back downstairs.

You find where she is- in the kitchen. Of course she is. You stand awkwardly in the entry way and pick at your nails until she notices you.

“For the love of God,” she mumbles. “Either take a seat and stop standing there like a fish out of water, or help me dice these vegetables.”

“I- I can help with whatever you’re making,” you say softly and make your way over to the island of her kitchen.

“I’m making us dinner, is what I’m making,” she sighs as she slides the cutting board over towards you. She hands you a knife. “Small.”

You do so silently while she gathers other ingredients. 

“So… your apartment flooded?”

“It did,” you sigh, thankful for the break in tense silence.

“How the hell did that happen?”

“The storm… living on the first floor… the idiot upstairs that overflows his bathtub at least once a month. Water was up to my knees.”

The second grade teacher gives you a look of pity.

“N-nothing super important was ruined though,” you say quickly. “All of my photo albums were up in the top shelf of my closet. The furniture and stuff can dry.”

“I’m sure you’re gonna have to replace some stuff though,” she says.

“The rugs need replacing, but thankfully the landlord is going to handle that. Some of the paint got messed up too, so I’m sure they’re doing that now.”

“How long do you have to stay out of your apartment?”

“They said just the next two days,” you reply as you focus on the bell pepper you’re dicing.

“That ain’t too bad,” she says thoughtfully. “If it were up to my ex-husband, it’d take four years.”

You chuckle weakly at that. You aren’t really sure what else to do.

“That’s what I get for marrying a lazy asshole though,” she grumbles as she starts to dice the onion just a little more aggressively than she was before. 

The two of you cook in peace, Melissa humming along to the music that she has playing from her record player. 

When you take your first bite, you have to bite back a moan.

“Wow,” you sigh softly once you’ve swallowed that first bite. She looks at you curiously. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew how to cook.”

“Glad you like it, hun,” she smiles- and it’s one of those soft smiles that she usually only reserves for Barbara or the students. You make it your goal to always see those soft smiles from her. 

Over dinner, you chat about the day, but then it slowly turns into conversation about outside of work.

“So, what do you do outside of work?” she asks you.

You blush. “You’re about to think I’m as dorky as Janine.”

“No one can be as dorky as Janine,” she chuckles. “C’mon, hun. What do you do outside of work?”

“I really do love to read,” you say softly. “I’ve always been a bookworm… so when it’s warm, I read outside. If it’s cold, I like to turn my television on so that it looks like a fireplace and curl up under a mountain of blankets with a book.”

“That ain’t dorky.”

“And if I’m not doing that… I’m usually writing- whether that be actual writing or music.”

“You play music?” the redhead’s interest is piqued.

“When I feel inspired,” you shrug.

“What do you play?”

You turn a little red.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad,” she rolls her eyes. “I think it’s cool.”

“Acoustic guitar, ukulele, and I dabble in piano,” you mumble. 

“Hun, that’s incredible,” she tells you. “My mom enrolled me in piano when I was younger, but I hated it… never got past the first couple of weeks. I would’ve rather learned to play the guitar or the ukulele.”

“I-“ you take a breath. “I could always teach you.”

Those green eyes light up, and she throws you yet another soft smile. “That’d be nice, if you would want to.”

You even get to hear a bit about what she likes to do outside of school.

“Sometimes Barb and I like to hit the mall… get my shakedown sweaters,” she chuckles. “Barb and I are menaces when it comes to the clearance sections.”

You insist on cleaning up after dinner considering she’s done most of the cooking for the night.

“You don’t have to,” she tells you for the third time.

“No, please,” you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder instinctively. You forget it’s Melissa, and when you expect her to bat your hand away, she doesn’t. She actually lays her hand over yours with that warm smile and a quiet thank you. She does insist on drying the dishes for you though.

“Okay, Mel,” rolls off your tongue as you playfully roll your eyes.

The two of you settle on her couch once your finished, and she watches a few programs before sighing quietly.

“I think it’s time for me to hit the hay,” she yawns. She extends the remote out in your direction. “You’re more than welcome to stay up and continue watching though.”

You let out a small yawn, covering it with your hand. “Today was a lot with the kids… I think I need some sleep too.”

You let her get herself ready for bed before you do, and by the time you come back into the bedroom, she’s under the blankets with her glasses on, and she’s reading something on her phone. Her cheeks are bright.

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Barb had texted her. But get your girl.

You shift side to side on your feet, not quite sure if she really does want you to be in the same bed as her.

“C’mon, hun. I don’t bite, I promise,” she teases you as she pats the open side of the bed.

Quietly, you climb in next to her but you keep your distance.

“Goodnight,” you whisper as you lay down.

“Night,” she replies back as she sets her phone down and gets comfortable.

You lay there for what seems like forever. It is freezing in Melissa’s bedroom. You are absolutely freezing, even in your sweatshirt, sweatpants, and socks. You have the blanket up to your chin, and you still can’t stop yourself from shivering. Your eyes are closed, so you have no way of knowing if the redhead next to you is awake. You act like you’re moving closer to her in your sleep, but really… you’re desperate to feel any sort of body heat she may be radiating. It turns out: she’s like a human furnace.

You hear a small huff. “Are you that cold?” 

Shit. So she is awake. But you’ve already committed to the bit of being asleep, so you continue to breathe as evenly as possible. You feel her get out of bed, and then a few seconds later you feel another blanket being draped over top of you. The bed dips under her as she crawls back in, and then you can feel her getting close to you again. 

You sleep like a baby through the night. Even with all of the sirens that come with staying with Melissa in center city Philadelphia, you get the best night’s sleep you’ve had in a long time.

When the two of you wake up, you’re practically on top of her. She groans and slams her fist into her alarm clock, only to gently rest her hand on your back. 

“You cuddle in your sleep,” she notes quietly.

You turn a deep shade of red, stuttering out an apology as you move away from her. 

“You didn’t mean to,” she shrugs. “And it was nice having someone to hold rather than my usual mound of pillows.”

“Still… sorry,” you mumble out as the blush stays on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckles as she smooths down her bedhead. “I gotta hop in the shower before we head in to work today.”

With that, she’s off. You get yourself ready for work, and by the time your finished, she’s already out. You hear the door open, and she’s standing there in her signature leather pants and green blazer. 

“If you want to finish getting ready in here, you can,” she tells you as she leaves the door open. “Y’know, brush your teeth, brush your hair… that kind of stuff.”

You smile at her as you make your way in. There’s something so intimate about sharing the bathroom while the two of you just get ready. The two of you are so close as you share the sink and mirrored cabinets that you’re practically on top of each other. Neither of you mind in the slightest. She actually hip checks you gently.

“I have to head to my apartment to shower after work, but then I’ll be-”

“You can just shower here,” she tells you. “Less time in all of the fumes and chaos.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” she rolls her eyes. “Now c’mon. We have to get to work.”

The second the two of you split ways to get into your separate cars, you miss her. Get ahold of yourself. She’s just being nice since your apartment is in shambles right now. Then it’s back to loneliness.

The highlight of your day is lunch when you get to eat the delicious leftovers from last night’s dinner.

“I’m thinking of making gnocchi tonight,” Melissa tells you offhandedly. “You good with that?”

You nod. “I’ll pick up some wine on my way over from my apartment.”

“I thought I told you to just come over and shower at my place.”

Barb looks at the redhead with wide eyes, and Melissa gently kicks her under the table, a silent signal to ‘be cool, it’s nothin’. 

“Well,” you laugh softly. “I do need to grab a fresh set of clothes for work tomorrow. But I’ll be over after that.”

The second grade teacher nods as she gathers her things to head back to her classroom. “A white.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you salute her playfully.

When you get to her house, you hold the bottle you brought- her favorite white wine, thanks to Barb.

Before you can even think if you should knock or just walk in, she’s at the door in front of you. Gone is Ms. Schemmenti, and Melissa greets you at the door. 

“Took you long enough,” she chuckles. “I already got dinner started, and I need a glass of wine in my hand after my day with the kids.”

“That bad?” you chuckle as you enter the house and make your way into the kitchen.

“Let’s just say… if I don’t have an angry email from Destiny’s mother sitting in my inbox tomorrow, I’ll be shocked,” she rolls her eyes as she reaches for the wine glasses. 

The two of you drink a few glasses of wine while she tends to dinner, and by the time it’s on the table, you’re both slightly buzzed.

Again, her food is heavenly.

You insist on cleaning up again, and she makes it known that she will be drying and putting away the dishes again. It’s a seamless process, and you can’t help but smile as you hear her humming again to the music she has playing.

Once dinner is cleaned up, you head for the shower, thanking her for the hospitality as you go. 

She sets your towel over the heater with a smile. “So you’re not freezing your ass off,” she tells you, a smile on her face. “Feel free to use whatever.”

As you bathe, you realize you’re going to smell like Melissa tomorrow- and her smell is nearly intoxicating to you. The slightly musky yet flowery smell washes over you, and you don’t really know how you’re going to focus at work tomorrow when all that will be on your mind is the redheaded teacher just down the hall.

When you reenter her living room, Melissa is lounging on her couch watching a cooking show, but her eyes go straight to you. Your hair is still slightly wet and sticking to your body, and she can’t help but think how cute you look with messy hair, glasses, and your sweats on again. 

The two of you watch a few more episodes before you retire to bed. This time, she’s prepared that extra blanket for you, so you keep your distance. You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you’re still freezing. 

“Are you seriously still cold?” you hear the redhead grumble. So she can feel you shivering. 

You don’t respond. You’re pretending your asleep, or at least on the brink of sleep. You feel her move closer to you, and then an arm wraps around you and pulls you in close.

“I don’t got more blankets,” she huffs as she curls herself around you, her head falling into your shoulder. You instantly feel warmer, and you pray to God she can’t feel your heart beating faster and harder than you thought possible. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Again, you sleep like a baby. 

When the alarm goes off again, you groan softly. But Melissa is still around you, holding you tight.

“Mel,” you whisper. “Alarm’s going off.”

“I hear it,” the woman behind you grumbles. She rolls over and hits the snooze button before rolling back into you and wrapping her arm around you. “I need ten more minutes.”

The two of you doze for another ten minutes before you know you really do have to get up and get ready for work. Again, you dance around each other with ease, and then you’re gathering your bag and throwing it in your car.

“Hey,” you say softly as you go to climb into the vehicle. Melissa pauses her motions as she gets into her own car.

“What is it, hun?”

“Thank you for letting me stay with you the past few nights,” you smile. 

“Of course,” she sighs softly. 

As she drives to school, she thinks of how she got the best two nights of sleep she’s gotten in a long time. And it’s because of you. She’s shared beds with others before, Barbara included, and it’s never that warm or calming. There’s something about you. The teacher knows she’s had a thing for you since you started, but now that she’s had a taste of domestic life with you, she’s sure it’s something that she wants- no, needs.

The redhead quietly confides in her best friend at the school that she thinks she finally needs to make her move, and Barbara is all too excited for two of her favorite people to get their heads out of their asses.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Melissa asks nervously, playing with her jewelry.

“That girl gives you the same eyes my Gerald gives me, and the eyes Gregory gave Janine before they started dating,” the kindergarten teacher tells her gently. “I don’t think that’s something you have to worry about, dear.”

Melissa bites her lip before continuing down the hall to her classroom.

You can’t think straight. All you can smell is Melissa.

“Miss Y/N?” one of your students asks you as she approaches your desk. “Are you okay? You been staring at the same screen for the last twenty minutes, and didn’t even yell when Tyson ate his glue on a dare.”

“Tyson what?!” you jump out of your thoughts.

“Nah,” Tyson laughs. “We just playing. Wanted to get your attention.”

“Tyson, be so for real right now,” you pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger. “Did you, or did you not, eat your glue?”

“Nah, Miss Y/N,” he grins.

The bell rings before you can get anything else out. “Get in line for recess and lunch, you hooligans.”

As you enter the staff lounge for lunch, you can see Melissa already at her table. Her eyes light up at the sight of you.

“Hey there, you,” she grins as she kicks out the chair next to her. “I already got our lunch out.”

The two of you share the container of leftovers from last night, blissfully unaware of the way that Barbara has a knowing smirk on her face and the way that Janine, Jacob, and Gregory are all looking at you completely dumbfounded at how you got the fiery teacher to take down her walls.

With a sigh, you stand. “I got recess duty today, y’all. Happy Friday, have a nice weekend.”

You don’t see the redhead you’re infatuated with for the rest of the day. You drive home to your dingy apartment with a frown. You’re going to miss Melissa and her beautiful house- her extraordinary cooking- her warmth in bed.

You’re halfway through your second glass of wine, it’s nearing midnight, and you see your phone light up. Melissa’s calling you.

“Hello?” you answer softly. “Mel, it’s almost midnight.”

“I know,” she huffs frustratedly.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“No.”

“What’s going on?”

You hear her swallow harshly before the words come tumbling out of her mouth, “Any chance you can come over?”

“Uh,” you drawl out.

“You know what? Nevermind, it was dumb. Have a good weekend, Y/N.” The line disconnects.

Now concerned about your favorite coworker, you sigh. You jump off the couch, shove your feet into the first pair of shoes you see and climb into your car. You know you look like a wreck, but she’s seen you like this before. You drive over to her place, and take a deep breath before knocking on the door. It takes a minute or two before Melissa is standing in front of you.

“I said never mind,” she grumbles.

“Well, when my friend calls me in the middle of the night telling me she isn’t okay, I get concerned,” you retaliate. “Can I come in?”

She steps aside, you kick off your shoes, and wait for her expectantly.

“It’s nothin,” she sighs as she runs a hand through her hair. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Well, I’m here now, so,” you tell her. 

“Can we just… not?” she asks quietly. It’s so unlike Melissa. Her false bravado is gone, and you can see how nervous she is about… whatever it is that’s bothering her.

You bite your lip. “Yeah, okay. Why don’t we take your mind off of it and watch something? Maybe have a glass of wine?”

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “That sounds alright. But if you’re tired, you don’t have to.”

“It’s a Friday night. When I don’t have to be up for school the next day, I’m up all hours of the night,” you chuckle. “Sit down, I’ll grab the wine.”

The truth is, you knew it was going to be a sleepless night without Melissa next to you. You had already tried to go to bed, but you were freezing. You trekked back to your couch in defeat. If you weren’t going to sleep, you might as well have been entertained.

When you return with two glasses of wine, she’s curled into the corner of the couch, but she pats the space next to her. As soon as you’re sitting down, she’s ditched the corner for your body instead to curl up against. It throws you for a bit of a loop, but she’s upset, so you don’t say anything.

She ends up falling asleep against you, an arm gently draped around your waist. It’s almost two in the morning now, and you know she won’t be happy if she wakes up with a crick in her neck from sleeping sitting up.

“Mel,” you whisper as you jostle her slightly. “Maybe we should get you up to bed.”

“Mhmm,” she hums out sleepily. 

“C’mon, red,” the nickname rolls off your tongue. “You need to get to bed, and so do I.”

“Stay the night,” she mumbles. “It’s late.”

You let out a low chuckle. “Alright, Mel.”

The two of you get to bed, and you immediately notice that the room is exactly how you left it this morning. The extra blanket she has for you is even still in its place. As soon as you’re both in bed, she’s curled up around you and asleep.

Being teachers, neither of you sleep past nine, but when you wake up, you still feel her arms around you securely.

“Hey,” you whisper when she peels her eyes open- those striking green eyes.

“Hey,” she mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“You feelin’ better than you were last night?” you ask, brows knit in concern. She nods. “You wanna talk about it?”

Her chest turns red, as do her cheeks. “It’s dumb.”

“It isn’t dumb if it has you this upset.”

“I-” you feel her fingers trace a few patterns on your shoulder as she continues to cling to you. “Can I make you breakfast?”

She clearly still doesn’t want to talk about it, so you let her distract herself. Eventually, hopefully, she’ll be up to talking.

The two of you make breakfast together, and you catch the way she’s looking at you- admiring you, even.

“What?” you ask with a chuckle as you sip your coffee.

“Just…” she sighs. “You really wanna know what’s been bothering me?”

You nod. “I’ve been trying to get it out of you since I came over last night.”

She takes a big swig of coffee, and then a deep breath. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“I promise,” you tell her honestly. “I would never.”

“I- I don’t really know how to say this without sounding like an idiot.”

“So sound like an idiot,” you encourage her. “I sound like an idiot all the time.” That gets her to crack a smile.

“I’ve… I- uh…”

“You got this,” you tell her quietly, pressing her on.

“I knew what I was opening myself up to when I invited you to spend the few nights with me while your apartment was getting renovated,” she sighs as she averts her eyes away from you. 

“Okay?”

“Y/N,” she says your name seriously. “I- when I was driving to school yesterday morning knowing that that was the last night you would spend with me, I was broken. I haven’t slept in the same bed with someone and gotten that good a night’s sleep ever. I haven’t found that person who can seamlessly blend themselves into my house as if they’ve always lived here, but you did it. I- I’ve always had a thing for you, but I never acted on it because I know there’s an age difference, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but now that I know what we do when we’re together, I don’t want to go back to not having you around. I got a taste of what it could be like with you, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to have it if I could, but I entirely understand if you don’t reciprocate those feelings, because like I said, I do know that there’s an age difference and-”

“Mel?” you cut her compassionate rambling off.

“-and I know that being coworkers and everything just throws another wrench into the mix… and you know what? Forget I said anything. This was dumb. I never should’ve listened to Barb and just kept my damned mouth shut, because now you’re going to hate me and never speak to me ag-”

“Melissa,” you say again, sternly. Her eyes meet yours quickly as her mouth shuts. “Are you going to let me tell you my thoughts?”

“Do I want to know them?”

“I think so,” you smile at her as you move in closer. You wrap an arm around her waist as you pull her in closer.

“Okay,” she sighs so softly you can feel her breath on your lips and you can smell the coffee in her breath.

“So last night, you just wanted me in your bed?” you ask with the corners of your lips quirked up.

She nods, a blush creeping into her cheeks so dark it nearly matches her hair.

“I can’t even use my line of buy a girl dinner first, because you already did that,” you chuckle before pulling her into a gentle kiss. “If it isn’t clear, I have a thing for you too.”

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[gavisimmaculaterizz]

original request: “Can you write a gavi story where he cheats on his gf and he regrets it and does everything for her to not find out and she does after a while and he loses her and has to work to get her back”

— regret / pablo gavi.

summary: gavi can’t lose you after what he did.

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating

masterlist

gavi knew he messed up after leaving the local night club. he regretted even going to the club, feeling remorse for the shitty actions he had just made..

it all started at the local night club in barcelona.. gavi and his teammates had just won an important trophy for the club, and they decided to celebrate their victory. out of any other place, they all settled and decided on going to the club to have some drinks to ease off the victory night.

upon arriving to the club, the boys got started on their drinks, already feeling excited after the win.

drink after drink, gavi was soon full of so much adrenaline, not in the right mind to properly think straight. that boy was deep in the drinks, not even caring about what he did..

which led him to making out with a girl..

he obviously didn’t know her name, and her face was a blur to him. all he knew was she randomly got close to him, and initiated the heated kiss..

but if it wasn’t for his best friend pedri who was still aware of his surroundings, he would’ve taken her home and slept with her..

pedri couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you were such a nice girlfriend, he knew you loved gavi with your heart, but at this moment he knew gavi really fucked up. he knew he had to speak up..

“hermano! que estás haciendo!”, yelled pedri, pulling the girl off gavi’s lap. (brother what are you doing)

gavi quickly looked at his best friend, angered at the distraction, and saw his disbelieved look on his face.

“que? que paso?”, gavi said, trying to find out why his friend interrupted him. (what, what happened)

“estabas besando a una chica.. estás loco o que hermano?”, pedri said, anger quickly rising to his voice. (you were kissing a chick.. are you crazy or what brother)

gavi’s face soon turned red at the words that came out of his best friends mouth. he couldn’t believe it!

“no me digas eso tío.. en serio?”, gavi said quietly..

all pedri could do was nod. he had no words for what he had witnessed his best friend do.

“mira, no le digas a tu novia, si le dices será un infierno para ti.”, pedri said, speaking his thoughts out loud to him.

gavi quickly obliged to his friends words, worried about your future relationship with him.

he didn’t want to ruin your relationship, but surely he didn’t want to hide it from you.

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once gavi had arrived home from the club, he was welcomed with your light snores coming from your bedroom. he quickly went to the room, once he entered the room, he saw you and his heart melted. he looked at your relaxed expression, signifying you were deep in your sleep.

he couldn’t help but look at your face, only thinking about his actions he did earlier. he didn’t want to hide it from you, but his consciousness was starting to eat at him.

when you woke up in the morning, you felt your boyfriends big arms on you. you knew he went to the club to enjoy their victorious night, but you couldn’t help feel a little bit scared, not knowing if your boyfriend did anything that could affect your relationship with him..

but oh he definitely did something, and is hiding it from you..

you woke up and got ready for the day, having plans with your best friends at some local cafe later in the day.

you quietly did your skincare, and changed into some nice leggings and a sweater you had stolen from your boyfriends closet.

you got yourself ready, leaving your apartment and heading to your car.

you couldn’t believe the weather in barcelona, it was a nice and warm day, perfect weather for going out with your friends.

you arrived later at the coffee shop, waiting for your friends elena and victoria, who you knew always ran late.

while waiting for your friends outside the cafe, something scared you…

“estamos aqui hermosa!”, said your friend elena, catching you off guard immediately. (we are here beautiful)

“me asustaste estúpida! no me hagas eso para la otra vez!”, you whined. (you scared me stupid, don’t do that to me next time)

“pero hola!”, you said, kissing both your friends on the cheeks. (but hello)

you were having a fun time with your friends, catching up on the latest drama. but it went silent, and victoria suddenly brought something up..

“oyes y/n,” your friend victoria started. (hey y/n)

“miraste las fotos en twitter de tu novio?”, she said with voice a little bit shaky. (did you see the photos on twitter about your boyfriend?”

“no.. can you show me them?”, you said worried.

were the pictures bad? when were this pictures taken?

thoughts started to race through your head, possibilities were endless in this case, he could be cheating, it could’ve been anything..

you began to feel a bit nervous, you didn’t know if these photos were going to surprise you..

and it surely did surprise you..

once victoria turned her phone around, you immediately saw your boyfriend. but he just wasn’t alone..

he was with a girl..

throughout the post, there were multiple photos of them making out, with the girl on his lap. one specific photo caught your eye though..

pedri was pulling the girl off his lap..

you heart broke into pieces, you really loved gavi, everyone knew you did, and still he threw all your love to the ground like it meant nothing.

you couldn’t hold back any tears after the photos your best friend showed you.

“are these photos real..?”, you said, voice cracking from the tears running down your face.

“yes hermosa, i just saw it earlier this day.”, victoria said lowly.

“well,what are you going to do about it?”, your friend elena said.

well what else could you do but it cry?..

“no se chicas, la verdad es que me está doliendo mucho esto..”, you said, unable to breathe with how much tears were coming down your face. (i don’t know girls, the reality is that it is hurting me a lot)

your best friends quickly got up, not wasting any time to console you.

you were broken, nothing to say, nothing to even feel.

“break up with him amiga. you don’t deserve a cheater..”, your friend elena said..

“bueno, i guess i can do that..”, you said, breathing rapidly..

you loved gavi so much, but at that moment you felt nothing for him..

it was like your spark ended..

you never thought he’d do such things.. but he had such a platform, it should’ve been obvious he was going to screw around with you..

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once your cafe date was over, you drove home, awaiting to have a conversation with gavi.

when opening your door, you were met with a stressed out gavi, roaming around your kitchen, seeming like he was going to explode any moment..

“gavira, may i talk to you for just a moment?” you said dryly with no emotion.

he could tell something was up, his heart was racing thinking about his actions and if you’d found out.

“yes mi amor, what happened?”, he said nervously, picking at his fingers.

“tell me why there’s pictures of you kissing another girl at some damn club?” you yelled, not being able to contain your anger.

“i-i can’t explain y/n!”, he replied nervously. he knew he fucked up, and now his relationship could be broken at this moment.

“i don’t need any explanations or nothing gavira! this what we have, it’s over.”, you yelled at him, voice rasping.

gavi’s mouth dropped. he couldn’t believe what even came out of your mouth.

with him processing what you said, you took your chance and left the apartment. saying goodbye to where you thought home was.

although it was sudden, it was really over for you two.

sometimes love can get you feeling so many things, but once you find something out, it’s like a bunch of pieces of your heart break.

that is what you felt right now..

regretting ever being in a relationship with him…

a/n: i kinda rushed this so it’s not proofread, ill read it again tomorrow and make updates! thank you so much for the support 🫶🏻

[rookiesbookies]

Recently saw this tiktok by @anemonz

Which is funny as hell

And had me wondering- how would they all react based on this information?

Allow me to set the scene:

Bonding night with the team was always fun, bringing liquor and grown adults to play board games only ever ended in fights a few times. They were drunken fights over Sorry or Ticket to Ride, of course. So they decided this time that Monopoly was the choice of game, one of the guys asking if they could bring their woman to play since it was a night she had off.

Price

Price was smoking a cigar as they played. There was a burn spot on the carpet next to him from the time he put it out on it before breaking up a drunken wrestling back between Simon and Johnny. Simon had blocked Johnny's train in ticket to ride and Johnny was so inebriated that he didn't even know who he was playing against.

Truth be told, Price thought he herd Johnny yell, 'Take this Grim Reaper,' so who the hell knows.

Price's wife sat lazily with her back against the leg of a chair, rolling the dice, moving, and counting the money she owed her husband for the space.

"Fuck," she let out softly under her breath, getting a mischievous idea.

"What's wrong, love?" Price said, raising an eyebrow at his wife.

She put on big doe eyes, fluttering her lashes at him, "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think I have enough money to repay you this month."

It took Price a confused second to pick up what she was putting down before he got it, watching his wife twirl her hair.

"Well, you know I could take another form of payment." He said in a sultry voice, leaning closer to his wife who was sitting next to him.

He quickly stood up, grabbing his wife over his shoulder, kicking the dice with his feet and telling Simon to play for him, "going to collect my rent, be back in 15."

The three men looked between themselves, a mix of disgust and concern.

"15 minutes? Would've taken me only 4 with a lass taking at me like that."

Simon smacked the back of Johnny's head.

Soap

Soap was more than just a horny drunk. Everyone who knew Johnny knew this. He knew his limit but always went over it, even as a heavy-weight drinker, to impress his fiance.

Playing Monopoly was one of the few games they could all play and no one would flip a board in anger. The problem was it took a long time, and most of them always ran out of money.

"Bonnie, mi beautiful lass," she knew when the string of pretty names came out he was about to ask for something. "I'm a small bit short on coin teh pay you with. Could I pay with a nice smourich? A peck? A piece of my love from my lips to yers?"

"Hmm," she acted as if she was thinking for a moment before grabbing him by the collar in a swift motion, getting real close to his face. "It's going to take more than just a kiss, pretty boy."

"Oh come on!" Gaz yelled, covering his eyes as Soap rolled on top of his girlfriend to give her a bit more than a smooch.

"Not in front of my monopoly board!" Simon yelled, throwing his monopoly cash on the floor.

Price just turned the other way, getting up to go get something, he didn't know what yet, since both of the people making out on the floor were more than sloshed.

Simon

Simon had been grumbling the whole game.

Mainly because his girlfriend was beating everyone.

He was positive she had been robbing the bank since she was running the bank this round.

“I need a loan.”

“Come again?” She asked, a smirk on her face.

“I need a loan, from the bank.” He said louder.

“What collateral do you have for me,” she asked.

“Collateral? This is a board game.”

“Well I have something in mind.” She said with a glint in her eye.

After a few turns and collecting rent from Soap, Price, Soap again, and Gaz- Simon still didn’t have enough to pay back to loan he had taken out to pay rent to his girlfriend.

Pulling him up by his collar into a closet. “Gotta collect on his loan. Be back in a few,” she said in a cheery voice, nothing but fear in Simon’s eyes. If he could have mouthed ‘help me’ through the mask he would have. Not sure what his girlfriend had in mind for him.

When they came back minutes later with watery and unfocused eyes, he was sweating, and panting.

Little did his battle buddies know, he had just gotten the best head of his life.

Gaz

Gaz and his girlfriend had already been stealing kisses between moves at the game. Light pecks with giggles.

She had counted her money and sighed, turning to Gaz, who has significantly more monopoly money than her.

“Baby,” she fluttered her lashes at him.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Can you pay my rent?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Do you want get a taste of it real fast?”

Gaz quickly got up with his girlfriend and disappeared out of the room.

“If I hear thudding noises, I’m cutting my ears off like that fuckin artist.” Simon grumbled.

When they came back the two were straightening their clothes and giggling like children as she sat on his lap when they sat back down.

Gaz looked at Simon, “I’d like to pay my girlfriend’s rent please.” Before giving her a peck on the cheek making her giggle.

Sadly I'm not doing the other boys like Alex, Keegan, Konig, and Krueger, as I just dont see them fitting this prompt, so sorry loves. I’m also on vacation/networking right now so if I dont post as much or reply slow that’s why!

<3

[diazsdimples]

hi james <3 make em swoon prompt: hugging them from behind for bucktommy

Hi Nolan!!! As you wish 🫡

Something Buck was really learning to love about having a firefighter boyfriend was how well he fit in at the station with the 118.

Granted, it helped that Tommy knew Hen, Bobby and Chimney from way back when he was a probie himself, and can provide banter with Eddie that even rivals Buck's level of teasing, but it still takes Buck by surprise at just how perfectly he nestled into their little family.

The first time Tommy came over to surprise Buck, he'd been leaning against the outside wall of the station when the engine had pulled in after responding to a 2 alarm fire. He'd had his arms crossed over his chest, with that indulgent "god you're adorable, Evan" smile on his face as Buck had dropped down from the passenger seat and strode over to him, burying his face in Tommy's shoulder.

Times after that included Bobby secretly inviting him over for lunch with the station on the 4th of July after Buck had lamented about spending their first holiday apart, Tommy showing up with breakfast after a long, arduous night shift, and Tommy hiding in a storage closet late in the evening during one of Buck's 24 hour shifts, grabbing Buck as he walked past and pulling him in for a mind-blowing fuck while the rest of the station slept.

And Buck - well Buck was pretty sure he hadn't been happier in all his life. Whenever he saw Tommy playing pool with Hen, or sparring with Eddie, or battling Chimney on the XBOX, his heart would flutter, like it had become a butterfly and grown wings, and ready to beat out of his chest. It just felt so... perfect.

It had been a couple of days since he and Tommy had seen one another, and Buck was missing him. They'd exchanged texts and facetimed a couple of times but it wasn't the same as having Tommy's arms around him, or feeling Tommy press soft kisses against his neck. He missed that physical contact.

"You seem a little down today, man," Eddie muses as he and Buck chop vegetables in the kitchen. Bobby had ordered 3 finely diced carrots and some chopped celery sticks to make part of tonight's dinner, and had put Eddie in charge, with Buck's supervision.

Buck looks up from where he's been systematically shredding the end of a celery stick with surprise. "Really? I-I'm fine, I swear."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. Not that Buck's entirely surprised; his best friend could scope out a change in Buck's mood before it even happens. He'd be stupid to think he could hide anything from Eddie.

"Uh, sure you are. Nothing to do with the fact that you're missing a certain 6'2 muscular pilot, hmm?"

Buck blushes, the red heat creeping up his cheeks, and he quickly drops his eyes back to the celery in front of him, trying desperately not to meet Eddie's eyes.

"That obvious, huh?"

Eddie laughs, a sound that Buck had heard so rarely over the last year and now can't seem to go a day without hearing, and pats Buck on the shoulder. "Just a little bit, yeah. I mean, you've been moping around the station the last few days, and everytime your phone buzzes, you practically pounce on it to see if it's him."

Buck's blush deepens, and he shoves the half-shredded celery stick back onto the chopping board, dropping his head into his hands. "I miss him," he says, his voice small.

Eddie softens a little, and reaches up to grasp Buck's shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

"Yeah, I'll bet," he says sympathetically. He puts the carrot back on the chopping board with a sigh. "Hey I left something downstairs, mind if you keep doing this? I'll be right back."

Buck rolls his eyes, familiar with Eddie's get-out-of-cooking tactics.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll finish it for us."

Eddie gives him a big grin and claps his shoulder again.

"Lifesaver. Be right back!"

And with that, he's crossing the loft and taking the stairs two at a time, footsteps echoing through the firehouse. Buck shakes his head and chuckles to himself. He's pretty sure Eddie would rather step on a thousand Legos than ever help prepare dinner.

With a small shake of his head, Buck continues to chop the celery and carrots, throwing them into a small bowl together. He's been doing it for a few minutes when he hears footsteps behind him. Assuming it's Eddie, Buck doesn't turn around, and continues to chop.

"You find what you were looking for?"

"Oh, I think I did."

A deep, gravelly voice fills Buck's ears as a pair of thick, strong arms circles his waist, and Buck's heart leaps instantly as he recognises the smell of Tommy's cologne.

"Tommy? What are you doing here?!" Buck exclaims, putting down the knife and lacing his fingers with Tommy's. Tommy rests his head on Buck's shoulder, pressing small kisses into the skin just above Buck's uniform shirt.

"Thought I'd stop by and surprise you, baby. I missed you. Eddie helped me organise it."

Buck grins widely and turns in Tommy's arms, leaning forward and pressing their lips together in a deep, searing kiss. His arms wrap around Tommy's neck and he tugs him closer, revelling in the feel of Tommy's hands resting against the small of his back, holding him steady.

After a moment, they break apart, and Buck leans their foreheads together, a wide, beaming smile on his face.

"God, I've missed you," he murmurs. "This is the best surprise."

Tommy smiles back at him, rubbing their noses together.

"Yeah, I missed you too, Ev. It's good to see you."

He gives Buck one last peck on the lips, and then releases him, turning his attention to the celery and carrots Buck had been chopping. He picks one up between his thumb and forefinger, scruitinising it with mock-intensity.

"So, what you making?"

Tagging bucktommy friends

@theotherbuckley @bidisasterevankinard @watchyourbuck @neverevan @hippolotamus

@wikiangela @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @jesuisici33 @emilybahu @detectivehorror

@disasterstans @ioncedreamedaflower @bandluvr97 (mutuals pls lmk if you want to be tagged in Bucktommy stuff, I haven't quite scoped out who's okay with them and who isn't)

[creature-wizard]

Closet Witchcraft: How To Get Witchy When You Can't Come Out Of The Broom Closet

Some basic/general tips for being a closet witch. (If you are in a severely abusive household, be sure to scroll down to the end.)

Cultivate some skills

Many skills can be put to witchy purposes if you're determined. Consider gardening, cooking, sewing, crochet, scrapbooking, painting, drawing, calligraphy, woodworking, carving, or literally any craft skill you can start practicing. If you knit a scarf with colors chosen for their magical symbolism or make a little owl sculpture as a charm to help you retain knowledge, nobody but you has to know.

Study and learn about nature

Start learning about plants, animals, geology, ecology, or whatever catches your interest. Get into the habit of observing nature wherever you are, and observing how humans and nature interact and affect each other.

Use everyday items where you can

You can practice divination with poker cards or dice, and your phone can serve as a scrying mirror. You can use a pendant or metal washer for pendulum divination.

As for cleansing, a literal wash in water is fine for any object that won't get damaged. You can use literally any cleaning tool or method with magical intent.

You can use your fingers in place of prayer beads, using either whole fingers or individual knuckles.

You can also use your fingers to trace symbols and runes on stuff.

You can represent your deities using art or knickknacks representing their symbols, like a small cat statue for Bast.

On keeping witchy literature (grimoires, Books of Shadows, printed books, etc.)

Keeping an online grimoire/BOS and getting witchy books in ebook format is often a good option.

Certain methods of practice can also reduce the amount of literature you need to keep on hand. (For example, learning correspondence through observation, using this model of deity/entity work, or practicing energy work.)

If no one is likely to go through your things, keeping your grimoire/BOS in a plain three-ring binder may be enough to avoid detection. (Camouflage is a great friend when hiding things.)

More on hiding things

So you might want something a little fancy, like a tarot deck or a more witchy-looking piece of decor.

If people aren't likely to go through your stuff or come in without knocking, you can keep a lot of things in a drawer or small storage box when you have to. Simple padlocks will be enough to keep small children and the typical casual guest out of your things.

To hide small objects, you can also get an opaque vase and fake flowers, put your witchy stuff in the bottom of the vase, and put the flowers on top.

You can also place a toilet paper tube inside a glass jar and fill it with something like small rocks, seashells, beads, buttons, or candies. (There's a tutorial for this kind of here. Though you won't need to wrap the toilet paper tube in wrapping paper, of course.)

If the jar is higher than the tube, you can glue a circle of cardboard to the bottom of the tube so you can rest it on top a layer of your filling so that it comes up to the jar's mouth.

If you want to use something like a sauce jar and want to take the label off completely, remember that oil will dissolve the adhesive.

Stuffed animals can be turned into hiding spaces. There are many tutorials out there for this.

Pieces of paper can be slipped into books. Thus you can conceal witchy reference sheets.

If you are in a seriously unhealthy situation

I wrote the above with people who don't live in severely abusive homes in mind. Like maybe the people you live with would flip out if they discovered that you're practicing witchcraft and maybe then you might be in danger, but they aren't likely to go snooping through all of your stuff and aren't going to hurt you because you breathed wrong. If you do live in a highly abusive household, I recommend checking out my post "I'm in a bad place and need to get out, what can I do?" and checking out this thread of abusive home survival tips. (These aren't witchcraft resources - they're resources to help you survive and escape.)

[deepreviewvoid]

- Beyond Magic -

lyney x gn reader

Genre : Loads of Fluff, Crack, Angst, and Magic. You name it all!

Synopsis : a collection of scenarios with our favourite magician filled with comedy, magic, and bittersweet occasions; Siblings included!

Background : magic was something you didn't think you'd appreciate in life, untill you became beloved to his heart, and now, you see the world through his eyes.

Reader is an herbalist who has formed a great bond with the Magician and his facade.

Scenario #1 : The cat in the hat

There are plentiful of perks that come as a package when befriending a magician, you may learn all the tricks of the trade or gain access to the backstage; you may finally understand the term 'cards up the sleeve' or doves hidden in clothes and many more.

Your world may rain colourful confetti, your closets will be stacked with hats upon hats, cards upon cards; your coats? Stuffed with dice, handkerchiefs, and balloons.

But, all these items lack meaning had you not been aquiatined with a magician, and that's why ...

the world through his purple hued eyes was truly the most magnificent.

The time you spent with Lyney pretty much qualifies you for a career shift, but that wasn't a plan of yours on the short, or even long run. You are a simple herbalist. Medicinal herbs are your absolute favourite, but perhaps magic and herbs can come a long way!

His world contains wonderful and lovely perks, but Lyney had an extra feature one which you found most joy in knowing . . .

That he has a cat in his hat!

Now, the history of the cat in the hat was very simple; one day, an adorable Rosseland adopted Lyney's hat as it's flat. He hardly left his new magic abode, and every time Lyney would chase him before a magic show, the cat would meow in distraught!

Lyney then tried to commission a specialised hatter to produce an exact replica of his hat, but the cat didn't budge, and never did he leave his rent-free flat.

That was around the time Lyney approached matters from a different view, he instead incorporated Rosseland into his magic shows and as time went on, the cat has instinctively caught on the secret trades of magic itself and has become a staple to the twin's shows.

Since Lyney shares such a close bond with Rosseland, it wasn't surprising that you'd form that bond with ease. Rosseland was used to your presence — and scent!

Speaking of scents, Lyney has a habit of handing you flowers from all over Teyvat. Sometimes, he'd study their meanings (and usages concerning herbalism) first and then choose based on the occasion.

He's a romantic at heart, really.

Over time, your wares and clothes have caught the flowery scents. As an herbalist that sounded normal, but what wasn't normal is the sheer amount of flowers he'd gift you. It made you indulge even more on floral perfumes — subtle perfumes — because cats have sensitive noses.

.

.

Imagine your surprise today, strolling out under the clear skies of a beautiful morning in the city, and you see Rosseland in an alleyway.

First impression?

It's god damn illegal to leave unattended pets in Fontaine, PICK THE CAT.

You calmly searched the alleyway, looking left and right. Your first assumption is that Lyney should be around if Rosseland is here, but before anything else there is an important question to be raised...

Did you find Rosseland? Or was it Rosseland that found you?

Rosseland rarely leaves his home, and it's very unlikely that Rosseland is alone. The former possibility should be disqualified according to your instinct. That leaves the latter, Rosssland found you. In other words, Lyney is looking for you.

He usually leaves cards as a means of communication, sometimes even trained birds..but to use Rosseland.. what could be the occasion?

You knelt down to pet the cat, its body reacting to your touch. The cat spun once, brushing its tail against your hands, then sat in front of you. Waiting.

Upon closer inspection, there's a small tag on Rosseland's bow tie, it reads:

Fₒₗₗₒw ₘₑ

Rosselands mischievous looking eyes were glimmering, he's an intelligent cat. He took on, and as expected, you followed.

"Rosssland! Wait!"

The streets were busy, it's afternoon, countless of steps are marching back and forth, it was a struggle to keep up, but you somehow managed to follow the cat's trail, barely catching it's frame everytime before it disappeared.

The cat was dedicated to getting you to the destination, but even more dedicated, it was to go back to the comfort of its nocturnal home.

Eventually, the crowds subdued as you reached one of the city's corners — a less quiet place. There were a few pedestrians in the clearing, and Rosseland was there in the middle of the clearing, sitting. It stared at you with those exotic eyes and sharp smile.

You saw from your peripheral vision a couple of gardes stationed nearby. Cursing under your breath, you rushed towards Rosseland before they could notice him.

Not having your pet on a leash is illegal in Fontaine, so you hastily searched your little cross leather bag. Aside from herbal pouches and vials, there were colourful strings and confetti.

The perks of befriending a magician is that these items had meaning.

You crouched down on your feet in an attempt to tie a string around one of its paws. You could see that a Garde was approaching, time was running out, and Rosseland's tail was wagging left and right like a timer of sorts. You quickly secured the knot and stood up frantically.

"Good day to you!"

But the garde didn't bat an eye. It wasn't out of disrespect or anything, but just.. he was focused on something else. His eyes that weren't looking at you were captivated by something else, or rather someone.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lyney, could I have an autograph?"

You turned to your back to find Lyney happily signing one of his cards, "avec plasir" he said, handing the card over.

"My daughter admires your shows very much. She'll be happy, Thank you"

And with a small gesture of polite gratitude, the garde returned to his post.

"I was over there," he pointed behind him at a familiar building with an unmistakable ridiculously long sign that read "Fontaine's Pet Spa and Boutique for Special Pets"

yes, that's the full name for a pet centre in Fontaine. If the citizens can already enjoy the luxury of fashions, then pets come second, and that's why this pet centre exists.

"Hello to you too," you stood up with a grin. What an unusual opening to today's act. Lyney smiled casually and then continued, "Rosseland has been picky lately about what he eats, I was going to ask for recommendations, but.." he looked down at Rosseland, who brushed its tail against his boots, a silent plea for wanting to get back into the hat.

"Well, he ran off with one of my cards towards you, I'd say problem solved, right you little trickster?" Lyney propped down his hat and Rosseland, with the forever mischievous smile climbed in.

"How peculiar..." You sort of had no comments on the situation. You were still dazzled from running around chasing the cat to the anxiety that built up and winded out in a mere minute with the garde. But, nevertheless, you doubted Lyney's story of Rosseland running on his own... with that particular card...

"Are you sure that--"

"What say you to dinner?"

He beat you to it. He made a small 'didn't hear you whistle' as he focused his eyes up.

He looked ridiculously silly.

Every aspect of this was silly in your view as well as Lyney's view. The magician that perfects his shows almost every time, no matter the audience, was now laughing at how absurd his excuse sounded.

"Obviously, I'm glad you're here"

He grabbed your hand, planting a kiss on its back, his signature greeting. His other hand appeared with a rose. Who knows where that came from? Except you did. after all, the art of the trade was yours too.

You accepted the rose with an appreciative smile regardless, "You'll help wash the dishes this time, right?" You mused, and he just chuckled in slight embarrassed dishes duty was often skipped by Lyney. At least, that's what happened during the times you stayed at their home.

"I'll do anything else but those!" He feigned annoyance then smiled. "But, I meant an actual dinner. I've been meaning to take you out for a while now"

"Oh," it wasn't going to be the usual at his home, but the thought of a dinner date? How lovely! He led the way as you two walked side by side.

6pm - Le Restaurant

Lyney is a gentleman by heart. He admitted he's been keeping an eye on this restaurant for a while, but what you didn't know is that he's been keeping track of your work, trying to estimate the days when you're both likely free at the same time.

Usually, going out for dinner is somewhat of a luxury experience in your book. It's often you eat with the siblings by cooking with Lynette or simply having easy one person meals at home; but on second thought luxury isn't the right word to use. However, perhaps it's best to say that it just makes every dinner with him all the more memorable.

Oh right, where were we?

Yes, Lyney is a gentleman! in every action he takes, there is loving intention behind it. Lyney is extremely considerable, too, to everyone, not just you. It's a very charming trait that you get to see often... how does it not mend a broken or hurt soul?

"You're thinking again"

Lyney, who sat from across of you, had the gentlest of smiles, his hand in on his cheek as he comfortably propped his elbow on the table.

"I'm always thinking"

"About me?"

"It's mostly about you" you grinned as you matched his pose, and then you spoke..

"Just as waiting for food at a restaurant happens to be the slowest moments in our lives. It's also an opportunity... for well, appreciating what I've always admired about you.. every moment is also a chance of drawing even more conclusions as to why I appreciate what I do about you!"

"Aww... there is it again, the way you manage to make me the one who is charmed first rather than the charmer." His other hands' fingers were drumming the table. It was his body language of deep thought. after all, he loved just hearing your voice ..

"You're the one with charming attributes," you retorted to his statement, but it looked like he was already with a myriad of charming words for you.

"I'm always happy to hear that you see the best in me. the truth is, I value listening to you more than you know."

"What gives?" You smiled with a curious subtle nod of encouragment.

"It's refreshing. I already know how I speak and think, and given my life experiences, I find myself as 'the one who does the talking'. To listen to you? It's always a pleasure. To have the chance to hear things your way? It's always interesting, sometimes even inspiring"

"Who's charming who now!"

"We take turns, thankyou!"

You both laughed, and as the waiter soon announced their arrival and started placing your plates, your eyes were still focused on each other.

When you see beauty, it is your eyes that see beauty in his eyes, the window to his soul. You often wonder as you gaze if he knows how you truly feel about him? the way you'd do anything to ensure that his smile is always 'beyond magic' ...for he, the Magician has always secretly desired to be seen for who he truly is.

"Bon appetite, my love"

That was your personal idea of confirmation. He appreciates your love by calling you by its very name... ♡

and perhaps, he, too, wonders as he gazes unto your eyes.. if he's done enough to make you happy every day.

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Scenario #2 : Fortified Love

Freminet isn't the loudest person. No, he's really quiet and tends to step aside when it comes to magic. He'll be merely the audience, the witness and listener alone save for the time of feedback.

But, you and Freminet have a certain bond of understanding. He can express many matters in front of you without stuttering or feeling awkward. That's an upgrade, considering he has a lot of conversations with sleeping blubberbeasts.

But to some extent, Freminet will always be reserved, although when speaks openly to you it's because he trusts you.

Today's topic, however, was mostly because of a concern regarding his siblings, not because he's generally opening up against his timid self.

"I never brought up that topic with Lyney ever since... and ..there's been tension in the waters I feel. " Freminet spoke with an obvious hint of despair. You and him were sitting on a bench watching Lyney's street performance right in front of you in the near distance.

The children's giggles could be heard from where you sit, which sort of contradicts and agrees with the topic at hand.

Freminet confronted Lyney about his facade

"Lyney is simply selfless," you replied. He has a general facade, or mask, raised up in front of anyone, especially the ones he loves.

That mask? It screams the words "I am ok"

But Lyney denied it, shunned Freminet.

"Correction! He's overly selfless" you corrected yourself before Freminet could reply.

Freminet shook his head with a sigh, his exhale a little longer. He's frustrated.

"I don't mean to burden you with .. certain trifles. I know that you worry but I felt that you should know... Im sorry"

Freminet's voice returned to its shy hesitant self, but you assured him. "No, actually, thank you for taking to me about it. Do you want to hear my verdict?" You smiled at the show. The kids were racing to find out who could collect the most confetti. Lynette was helping all of them on the side.

You glanced at Freminet, expecting a reply or a gesture for you to continue, but instead, you found him smiling too, that ghost of a smile. He then snapped back, "o-of course!"

You crossed a leg over another, then turned your attention to him, after a long inhale and exhale you spoke...

"Lyney built a fortress long ago, I don't think it's just a simple mask, Freminet. That Fort is called Family. He'll do anything to keep you and Lynette inside so that you'll never see the ... roughed up walls. Anything to keep you away from harm. No matter the cost. No excuses made to himself"

"But, I know it's become too... ridiculous of a concept to you as you already know everything about Lyney's foundation, and.. that he's prone to cracking and falling hard in his own paradoxes"

"Back when I wasn't so familiar with Lyney, I first and foremost thought his magic was wonderful! I mean, as an herbalist, to have a lovely magician hand me flowers and herbs from his hat every now and then? Charmed! He played games with me, joked, and showed me his magic and art of trickery"

"But, one day, he asked me a question. He asked if I find his little games absurd... and that made me sad too, Freminet. The real Lyney, as we know him, glitter aside, is just as vulnerable... but he considers himself the leader of this group, and so... you get it"

A sigh went out of your lips as you contemplated what you said. Doesn't Freminet already know all that..? Was this useful? So out of impulse; you looked at him and added what felt right to add.

"I won't lie, I sometimes feel helpess too, but love is truly the best gift we can use to mend this fortress... make him realise that he needn't always worry"

Your words were left unanswered for a long moment as Freminet contemplated what he said next,

"Do you think .. he'll ever realise that?"

You didn't have a certain answer. That was Lyney for do.. nevertheless, you smiled. "He'll never stop worrying, but I think soon enough he'll realise that you and Lynette are the best pillars of his life.. it's a matter of how he'll realise that.... and when."

Applause

The children clapped, still in awe with joy that'll probably last for a good weekend. Each child had a brilliant smile on their faces, and the way Lyney smiled in turn was heartwarming.

Freminet was with his own smile too as he watched the show. "I understood what you said, I hope my brother realises that .."

"One more please!" One child clasped their hands together, pleading for more! All the other children tuned in. "One more Mister Magician!" "Last one we promise!"

They love him, and the children love Lyney very dearly. How could they not love the very boy whose heart is incapable of saying no to such a request?

Lyney glanced at Lynette, and with some secret code, Lynette understood the trick he chose. Lyney knelt down to their level, Lynette doing the same next to him.

They both warmly welcomed the child who first asked for an encore. He looked around excitedly to his friend group and then walked over.

"I love that trick" said Freminet as you both watched.

Lynette raised a flower which she showed then placed into the child's ear, Lyney then plucked the very same flower from the other end, then it disappeared, then it reappeared in Lynette's hand as she made it look like it came from her own ear..!

Laughter, Joy, Reverie!

Even if Lyney's confidence is all a facade, it's also the most heartfelt facade, the most considerable, kind and joyful. What is there to not love about him?

Hardly anything

and the children saw that, so they can only love him back.

And with love, comes appreciation...

So, they'd often bring him various gifts like pretty buttons and flowers that are illegally picked from the public gardens. It's quite adorable, a wave of warmth they are.

Yes, there are indeed many ways to fortify the fortress with love. You just hope Lyney realises that those who cherish him, which for him to be genuinely happy.

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"Refreshments?" You beamed at Lyney and Lynette, having drinks ready as always after every street performance, and a snack.

A croissant for Lynette which she didn't hesitate in taking a bite of, and a simple sweet cracker for Lyney.

"Thanks" Lynette walked over to the bench to sit beside Freminet.

"I appreciate that" Lyney's voice was really thawing to your heart, there was no ice, but it felt like the perfect way to describe his effect on you. You handed him the crackers with a smile, and opened the canned juice for him "So, tested the new trick?"

"Mhm.. it was perfect, I think that's another one certified for a stage" he took a bite.

These tiny street performances are a great way to test new tricks, especially on children, out of everyone, children tend to invest the most attention into a magic performance, so much that they don't notice tiny errors, imperfections, or that minor slip of the finger that almost blew the cover of the trick.

All together, it's the perfect opportunity to test those nifty tricks before an actual Opera house performance or grandscale acts.

You both chatted for a while, just standing there, chuckling and bickering.

Lyney looked back his siblings, Lynette was still in place with a cup of tea, chatting with Freminet who noticed Lyney; he averted his eyes at once.

You let out a sigh, theres no way Lyney didnt notice the way Freminet's body tensed. The poor boy Freminet just feels guilty and perhaps sad.. surely Lyney knows this too.

A frown was already forming its shape on Lyney's face. He quickly broke the gaze gaze once he realised he was staring for too long at Freminet, guilt also panging his heart.

The scale of the conflict wasn't clear to you. in fact, the siblings often bicker, albeit it happens more often between Lyney and Lynette rather than Freminet.

One thing was for sure, there was nothing more Lyney wanted than to apologise and hug his brother. .. but he couldn't bring himself to do right here and now.

Either way, you had to nonetheless comfort him, and help him see the matter from a different eye. So then, you placed a hand on his shoulder to direct his gaze back to you.

"He's not avoiding you"

And with a gentle smile, you continued, "He's nervous because he's worried about you, and he worries because he loves you"

Those were the words that felt right to say Lynette and Freminet just worry about his actions and saying out of pure love.

"How- is that you are a magician with words?" His eyes were fond as he spoke, indicating that it struck a chord within him.

"Naturally, I can't best the real magician here"

"Sharp tounge"

"Witty magician"

"Do you think, I push them away that much? Push away their concerns I mean"

"They wouldn't be so worried if you weren't a tad bit conservative about your true feelings. I won't lie to you"

"Well, what do you propose?.. actually, scrap that I'll propose something." he lowered his hat to fetch a deck from inside, a special deck you both knew very well.

This deck contains cards that you and Lyney have written about suggestions for various locations across Fontaine to visit and even simple things to do together.

These cards had plenty of uses. It could be a date, but it could hint at something else.

Each card had a purpose.

He shuffled the deck masterfully and then spread them out.

"Pick a card"

"Need a distraction?" You looked into his eyes very deeply, silently asking the question 'is this the best course of action to take? The siblings still worry, are you sure you want to escape for now?'

He only smiled at you in return, but it wasn't a smile that reached his eyes "Desperately"

That was your cue. You picked a card.

𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆

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Your shoes and socks were now behind you. The soft sand felt nice as you both have been walking barefoot by the shore near the walls of the city for a while now.

Leaving imprints in the sand for someone else to follow or for the gentle waves of the lake to erase.

The Great Lake of Fontaine had fresh water even though the people call it a sea, but no matter, this shore is something for everyone here. From fishermen and divers to nobles and judges, fontainans take pride in their water and its purity.

For the siblings, you knew that there was a shore they used to play at when they were little. However, with age and time considered; that shore is probably long gone beneath the waves.

You looked at the boy walking beside you, quiet and solemn he was, a thousand chaotic thoughts in his head, yet he managed to speak relief and gratitude.

"I needed this"

"Think so too," you replied. You looked around shore. It was pretty, luminescent, ethereal, and all the words possible to describe the grand lake of Fontaine.

"So?" You asked.

He took a couple of thoughtful seconds before replying, "Sandcastles?"

You grinned at his childlike tendencies, which you loved dearly. "I'll bring the water"

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For this one, Lyney had to take off his gloves of, don't be deceived, he's actually a really professional sand castle builder. He's artistic with it.

Lyney likes nostalgia, the good type of it.

It shows because his face had an eternal smile the entire time, that of a Cheshire cat, but on a much more subtle tone. Speaking of cats, Rosseland was napping nearby on a giant rock.

Making the details with wet sand, decorating with shells and pebbles, seaweed for style and engraved windows and doors.

It was a perfect castle, and it was so much fun that no sooner had the sun began to set had it felt like a forever type of fun.

You both sat at a perfect angle where it set down the lake, so you watched it until it dived underwater.

"A little more..." his voice was quiet and soothing. Documenting the sunset was a favourite shared activity as you lathered on its last rays that make the soft sand the cosy temprature of warm.

"and... gone. " it was now behind the lake; probably still setting down in other parts of Teyvat due to Fontain's unique elevation. Some couples like to watch it in Fontaine and then take the elevator down to one of the ports for a double sunset.

The moment was silent, serene and beautiful all in good ways; but you know him better than anyone that his true feelings are bottled, a bottle filled with scrunched papper of emotions that he has yet to organise.

"What are you gonna do about it?" You asked, in the gentlest manner possible, observing his face for his geniune reaction.

Indeed, his eyes fluttered shut in subtle solemnity. He knew he had to do something about his siblings, they worry about him, but he didn't want them to do so because he'll always...always gladly shoulder it all.

His face was beautiful, nothing short of a prince or a young king... and one day, a leader. You placed your hand on his, gently intertwining your fingers. They squeezed back almost immediately.

He knew that he had to take real action; but every time he attempted to think about it, his mind flashed with imagery of one of his loved ones hurt, but with your hand in his, why should he face it all alone? why should these images still linger in his mind?

Perhaps something else is in control

In this moment of serenity, Lyney made a breakthrough. It's not just love and fear that makes his siblings and you worried.

Something is controlling him. It's not only keeping him more conservative but also utterly exhausted; the wild thoughts and scenarios that carrousel in his mind every day are getting tiring to keep track of.

The missions he does with his siblings, the external risks of being considered fatui; and you, his dearest who's connected to all of his risks. Lyney thinks he's a walking hazard.

Will thinking about a solution really beget one? Or will it really spiral into a bigger mess of self-guilt and pity...?

He doesn't know what it is quite yet that's taking control of him.. but he's starting to dislike it, its presence, how it plagues his mind, how it self-centered his opinion becomes, an opinion that he dispersed on everyone unconditionally.

In the end, he managed to smile, and as he lay on the sand with you, he reached out for his hat, grabbing your shared unique deck of cards once more.

As soon as your eyes glazed over them, some sort of disappointment hit you, was he going to run away again? But a part of you, a big part of knows that Lyney is capable of solving things on his own. He's a great thinker.

He knew that you'd roll your eyes and perhaps sigh again, so he placed a finger on his lips. "Trust me, mkay?" He was in your view, surprisingly excited, which is eccentric given the fact that he has a problem to solve, and familial problems are usually complex.

"If you accept another card, I promise, I pinky promise on my love to you that I'll solve this.. mistake of my own"

you let out a tiny chuckle, but not for the reason that he's readily giving a promise on such high stakes, but because of something else.

"You've got that look in your eyes." Said you, pointing a finger with your free hand at him, gently booping his nose. "Mischievous, what's the condition that you've failed to mention?".

He smirked knowingly, on the brink of laughter, "that I get to pick the card"

"Well then, may I do the honour of guessing the card you'll pick?"

"Enchante, please, go ahead." he once again spread the deck evenly with just one hand; the other still intertwined with yours.

You scanned the cards carefully, looking for a specific card; it's accurate to say that in that moment, you two shared the same braincell. Both of you knew where this was going. Moreover, both of you know the very card you'll pick.

Both of you already had your eyes on it.

"I choose this one"

he was beaming, and so were you because this is the only card in the deck that is distinguishable from the others. Perhaps it's because of the countless times both your fingers grazed it.

It has a unique scratch mark.

You flipped it ever so slowly, and ever so dramatically, even if you both knew the result of this card, a card that was written by you.

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒

He wasted no time, pulling you closer. The anticipation is high, but it always contradicts the way you two kiss, which is always quiet and gentle.

When his lips landed on yours; both of you shared the most silent yet passionate kiss; an undeniable sweet declaration, promise, and hope for the future in the light of today's anxtities and challenges.

the warmth of the last rays added more to this atmosphere, the sun was the only witness to this moment of change and love.

When it ended, a moment of clarity went by, Lyney placed both of his hands on your shoulder as a wave of new found confidence washed over him.

It was now his time to say what felt right, and he need you to be his witness of this new prfound change.

He spoke:

"I am who I am because my future is sealed as a leader, and responsibility of the future weighs on my present"

"I don't despise it, I just dread it, I dread that I won't be capable..."

"I look up to father, and I become impressed. How do you become someone so great like her? So giant.. yet caring?"

"Father never hurt us, even if her lessons went to the extreme side, so I began to wonder.."

"Why shall I knowingly hurt those around me when I love them so much? This is not my intention, even if it regrettably became reality"

"I'll never stop caring for Lynette, Freminet, and you, ever. That is out of question"

"But, I promise... I, Lyney Snezhevich, promise on he frozen lake that I'll stop being a worry wart of a leader on the very beloved people who fuel me"

"I'm sorry"

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Later that night~

Lyney had already regretted making you pick a card and leaving his siblings to go to the beach with you, even if it was for a little while, but in contrast..

It was the clarity of his mind at the beach,

It was your gaze that gave him the morale and confidence he needed,

It was the certainty in of his eyes, heart snd soul at that moment that gave him the breathrough of a lifetime.

He deeply apologised to the siblings and felt a pang of guilt even if they shook their heads and smiled at him, already regrading it as a problem solved in a bittersweet manner.

Lynette and Freminet placed their own sighs of relief. They were so happy.

That night, he hugged Freminet and Lynette so tightly, as if afraid of the crawling future, and as if he wants to forever etch this memory into his mind.

It was at that moment that he silently shed tears of relief? Happiness? Content? Nostalgia? Sadness? as they patted his back and muttered the words that they knew work best with him.

It was an emotional moment for the siblings, and a reinforcement of their relationship towards a challenging future.

After all, Lyney loved them so much that it hurt ... now, in a good way.

(I'm gonna brawl my eyes out. Why did I write something so painful? eughhjhhhhsjs)

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Scenario #3 : Surprises & Family

Good morning!

You woke up, the sun was shining, birds chirping, what a wonderful day to begin!

The normal routine was effortless, a quick skim of the steambird's news, preparing and grinding medicinal herbs and checking the mail.

A couple of letters were recieved! And a card of Lyney's with the heart shape, which is a code for something in Lyney's standards. Everything meant something when it comes to Lyney.

You sat by your little coffee table, going over the letters one by one. Some of them are your clients, updating you on their health and needs, as well as expressing gratitude for your continued care even after their symptoms died out.

Other letters were about all the articles you've subscribed to. Apparently, authentic Glaze Lilies are at risk of extinction in Liyue. That sucks!

One annoying letter was from the Palais; It mentioned a defendant who allegedly trashtalked your medicine as the reason he skipped work during his trail. That's a business trip on your list because the Palais requires a testimony, proof of profession, client records, and a bunch of documents...

You were in disbelief by the time you finished that letter from the Palais, such a hassle.

After skimming through letter by the letter, it all dwindled down to Lyney's card and a mysterious looking black letter with red lining. Naturally, you saved best for last and grabbed the letter to open it.

However, before doing so, you took the chance to simply observe it. The choice of colour for this letter was eccentric, to say the least. It had a scent to it, not a perfume, but a scent of rich wood.

Holding it felt weird. The paper's edges were sharp and defined, way too sharp. You finally fed your curiosity and opened it.

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𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴-𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼.

-𝓐

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Thank the Archons, you didn't have tea in your mouth. You would have spat it hard right here and now.

You've only seen her handwriting a couple of times from Lyney, but for her to send to you? Does she know you've been shopping for gifts recently? Or is she randomly expressing gratitude based on past experiences?

The signature is no other than Father's, even tho you are no child of the hearth, but you got used to calling her that because of the siblings.

Sometimes, it's embarrassing to know that perhaps she asks about you since you're acquainted with the siblings, but you do recall Lyney telling you that "When Children of the Hearth trust someone, Father respects that opinion too" it makes you feel better, but still... the knave is.. a high figure.

The real question is, what begs the occasion?

The fact that perchance that the siblings talk about you in front of her, especially Lyney, what does he day?

So flustered! Stop thinking!

Your thoughts were frantic, so you decided to pick up Lyney's card to distract yourself (not the best distraction).

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ⱽⁱˢⁱᵗ ˢᵒᵒⁿ, ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵃᵇˡʸ ᵇʸ ⁿᵒᵒⁿ! - ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ᵀʳᵘˡʸ

ᴾˢ: ᵖᵃᶜᵏ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵍ!

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You smiled, then tossed the card into a nearby drawer alongside the hundred or so other special cards. After finishing your breakfast, you packed your leather suitcase, grabbed the 'Surprises' you had been working on for the past week, readied yourself, and went outside.

The first destination? The bakery... at least before the crowds line up, next is delivering some medicine then you'll be able to visit by noon as promised.

Two hours later, Noon, the Sibilings home~

knock ~ knock ~ knock

The door swung open, and Lynette was there with a friendly smile and a welcoming stance. "Glad you made it safely," she greeted you, opening the door wider. Her eyes landed on the numerous bags you were carrying.

Freminet was right behind her. He had a polite smile and his usual shy yet polite stance,

"Hello y/n," his eyes went down to what you're carrying, and he immediately stepped down the porch, "Oh! Allow me!"

You gratefully accepted his help and handed him the leather suitcase that had your clothing and some of the belongings, which was the heaviest. It wasn't your intention to make him carry the heaviest item! But you just needed to keep the other two bags in hand personally.

"Thank you, Freminet, i'll handle the rest"

They're surprises, after all

As you stepped inside, Freminet was climbing the stairs to the second floor while Lynette was the first to catch on. Her sense of smell worked quite well, so she smiled and asked, "Are those croissants?"

You gave her a proud look as you nodded. "Why yes, they happen to be the limited edition new collection too," you handed Lynette her respective bag. She peeked inside and indeed saw the rarest croissants from the see-through box.

"But, they only bake ten of these each day"

"The Baker and I are acquaintances. I give him special herbal ointments for his roughed hands, and in return, he gives me the best croissants! Simple barter"

"Thank you, I really appreciate that" Lynette was over the moon, even if she didn't show much, that subtle swinging of her tail just said it all "It's great to have you here again, this time how about a week long sleepover? My brothers and I insist"

"A week long?" Your heart was warmed by her words and the implications of staying here to a week.

The siblings truly had a wonderful home; there was always a unique feeling to it, and this feeling can be associated with warmth and belongness.

Oh, to belong here is akin to the feeling of being wrapped in a soft blanket held together by love.

"Yes, a week long." Lynette reiterated with a hint of a smile on her face. "Fancy some tea? I made cookies yesterday as well"

"That sounds wonderful," you gratefully accepted her offer, then went to lounge in the living room. It's scent and look hit you with nostalgia.

Truth is, the second floor, while it has bedrooms as well as a guest room... no one actually calls it a guest room. It's your room.

How many days have you spent here? In that room? In this living room? Countless. They're family.

The only reason you didn't move in is because of your workshop and the apothecary work back at your home, which has been getting busy lately given that you don't have an apprentice to help.

The living room is your favourite place in the house. The two signature arm leather couches were draped with many blankets and pillows.. Rosseland was sleeping on one of the couches too.

Not to be specific, but the siblings had the most comfortable couch. You'd always sulk around here, either napping or laying down for a book read.

"Oh, by the way, Y/N, Lyney is out on a shopping spree. He'll be back any moment, I forgot to ask, would you like Chamomile or Herbal tea?" Her voice rang from the kitchen, and you replied "Chamomile sounds great!"

You plopped down the couch, your hand instinctively finding its way to Rosseland, scratching behind its ears in the good spots.

"Sounds like a great time to have the croissants as well, no?" You called out, encouraging Lynette to press on for the desserts today. Usually, Lyney often reminds her of sugar intake.

"Of course, It's my free day," she snorted, you could imagine how silly she looked while saying that so you laughed.

The hearth that at the centre of the room. Just Its appearance reminds you of the warmest of winters, and the most joyful of nights took place here with the sibilings.

The soft sounds of footsteps descending from the wooden stairs flowed into the living room, Freminet walked to the hearth and knelt down to light it with the gentlest of flames.

"Tea?" Lynette raised her voice from the kitchen. She probably heard Freminet's footsteps. "Hot Chocolate. " Freminet raised his voice in reply, but not too high, then he sat on the couch next to you.

"I'm really happy that you're here," he confessed. It warmed your heart way faster than the hearth. Indeed, you couldn't resist placing a hand over your heart in immense gratitude. "I'm happy you continue to feel that way, I'm so lucky to have such a warm second home"

You then looked down at the bag beside you, the surprise for Freminet, reaching a hand inside you took out an intricate deep blue colored box with a black and white ribbon presenting it to him.

"This is for you" carefully you held it with both hands, extending it towards him. Freminet couldn't hide the faint blush of overwhelming heartfelt gratitude that he felt as he reached out both hands to accept it.

"Thank you... May I open it?"

"Yes! Of course"

He took his time in doing so, as if whatever gift was inside was already treasured by him right here and now. He lifted the box to see a large queen conch, settling on a soft white pillow, with it a very tiny musical box that was attached to it.

His eyes were wide open in awe, a silent breath went out of his lips as if appreciating its beauty.

"A Queen conch," he said, taking a long while of purely gazing at it, holding it intricately to check it from all sides. "Queen conches are not of Fontainian origin. They're from the warm seas of Liyue.. a place I've yet to dive"

"Do you like it?" It was obvious that he did, he was adorably immersed in it for a whole two minutes now, he immediately nodded.

"Yes! Thank you" his fingers traced the little music box, spinning the handle. It played a soft melody, a childhood one that you knew he liked because Lyney mentioned it before.

"I love it" he emphasized.

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Lynette soon walked back into the room with a tray of three mugs. She sat next to Freminet, and then . . Time happened.

Discussions came by; Freminet telling stories of his recent dives mostly about his encounters with the blubber beast friends and many more; Lynette is more of an avid listener but she still had some interesting stories to share like breaking the record for the amount of croissants consumed in an hour in the local cafe.

Time went by so naturally. It wasn't too fast nor too slow. It was perfect the way each second went by with meaning. Each sip of tea held warmth and affirmation that this is your home, too.

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Lynette's ear twitched, and she stood up, "I'll go get the door." You looked back at Freminet, and he shrugged."Super hearing, still not used to it sometimes, but it makes a great code for.. missions"

Cheerful foot steps approached, they way he stridded was unmistakable and it wasn't long before his voice graced your ears.

"Freminet? I found the bolt size for Pers you were looking for, and I have a few more surprises! " Lyney's voice rang from the hallway; a smile could be seen as it slowly lit up Freminet's face. He is beautiful when he smiles. To that, you also smiled as if it was contagious.

Lyney was also a fan of surprises, and he'd always say that the best kind of surprises are those used on loved ones. When he said that, it rang with you really deeply, so much that you'd grown to love his surprises and the surprises you'd give to the siblings too!

Freminet stood up to help his brother and Lynette as it sounded like he had a lot of bags. His voice could be heard as you imagined his facial expression while he thanked Lyney.

You could hear their conversation:

"so many bags"

"Enough to last a week or so in food, but most of it are just flowers and props"

"I hope you considered my free days accordingly. " Lynette's soft voice stepped in. Soft, yet with a hint of sassy demand almost acting as if you didn't just surprise her with croissants earlier!

"Good thing it wasn't your turn in groceries. You would have gone all out on the bakery"

You put a hand over your mouth, smiling too hard. Their conversation alone just made you happy, but to have heard the word flowers? Oh it made you ecstatic!

You stood up from the couch and walked towards the hallway, but Lyney beat you to it when he entered the living room first.

They way his eye beamed in recognition, happiness, and utter love were all words you'd associate with those eyes in this core fragment of a second you managed to preserve.

Between the moment and the next, you were already in his arms, spinning. Yes, he picked you off the ground cheerfully and spun you around for like two rounds, "Welcome home!" He was ecstatic as you are; he was as happy as a boy can ever be.

You were initially embarrassed as a yelp made its way out, but then it was followed by giggles.. then an uncontrollable laughter!

Once he set you down, you two were already off in words:

"What's all of this!" You asked.

"Which This? I have many of these things you call surprises!"

"Armed to the brim with them too huh?"

"Of course, I presume you have one or two hidden up your sleeve as well? Lucky me then, but prepare yourself for surprise one!"

It was a surprise hug. He hugged you tightly yet it felt comfortable, maybe because you were used to surprise hugs.

"And surprise Two!"

He kissed your face full of butterfly small kisses as soon as the hug ended. You chuckled at his actions, giggling and giggling. Joy never knew limits when he was around... the way he pampered you full of love and fondness. It's like therapy to the soul.

"Surpise overload!"

That was the keyword for indicating well... an overload of surprises! It was your turn, so you dug your hands into your pockets for his gift, but he spoke first. "Charmed my way into your heart yet?" He looked at you full of tender and joy, the way he spoke? Soft at heart, sincere by word.

"That was already long ago, magician of hearts," you were now holding the chainless amulet you've been working on for a while. You had carefully deconstructed a small rainbow rose into a unique shape before preserving it with clear, perfect resin lacking of any bubbles or imperfections.

Lyney let it out a playful, dramatic gasp of sorts; taking his hand, his palm was already open for you, ready to receive and appreciate the gift with all attentiveness possible. He held it at an even level as he observed all the details and to share this amazement with you.

"This is.. captivating" to him, it was, to you, it was his smile that captives you. His smile, their smiles.. it was always the best part of a surprise.

He flipped it to see a small pin, so he wasted no time in pinning it in his shirt by the collar. The action alone signified a plethora of meanings... feeling.. and everything else of good word.

He loves it.

"Lucky me, I now have the best of charms to carry everywhere I go"

Safe to say, you blushed. Saying that while wearing it? It carried a different weight.

He hugged you once more with an appreciative tone he said, "Welcome home Y/N"

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Time passed again, Lyney was even more overjoyed after the siblings showed him what you got for them, too. Today already became one of those days that would make you wish for good health of mind to remember it for years to come.

---- Later that night

You wake up, it's 2am, and you're hungry. After some little mental arguments with yourself, you finally decided to get up from the cosy warm sheets and head down to the kitchen for a snack.

Yes, a quick croissant from the leftovers would suffice. It was a short trip to the kitchen, but then, there was light coming from the living room.

The flames of the hearth were still crackling.

You looked over, Lyney was lying on the couch, sleeping? You couldn't tell from the hallway. The feeling of hunger couldn't simply be shaken away, so you continued to the kitchen with the original plan in mind, but instead of one croissant, it was two brought.

That was the effect he had on you.

"Chocolate or cream?" You asked as you stood by the entrance of the living room, half expecting a reply, half not expecting one. Depends.

"You like cream, so give me the chocolate," he replied, your face lit up, and you entered the room. "You like chocolate, so I'll take the cream" you reiterated in a different perspective.

Lyney shifted his position by getting up and leaning on the sofa's arm instead. You saw that he had the amulet in hand, which he tucked into his pocket for later.

You sat next to him and offered the chocolate croissant, to which he smiled and tapped it with yours.

Your conversation went a little something like this...

"Hey you", he said.

"Hey yourself, why are you still up?"

"I honestly don't know, with all that shopping, and having done the dreadful duty of dish washing, you'd think I'd be fast asleep right now"

"Sometimes the body aches, but the mind remains restless. That's fine, not unheard of. Is there anything on your mind?"

"Not really... just a blank state of mind. I admit, it's been a joy these past few days. Especially today... thank you for being the top contributor"

"I'm glad"

"By the way, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. This morning, I received a letter.. written were these words..."

You took a moment to recall the letter, its words unmistakable, and hard to forget.

"'Thank you for taking great care of the children. The Hearth remembers' signed A"

Lyney was impressed, to say the least. His eyes first widened in joy, and then he had this cheeky smile on his face.

"Oh, hoho? Someone has gotten father's respect!" He continued as he felt the need to clarify..

"I've mentioned to you before that father understands the bonds we make beyond the Hearth can be beautiful. She often trusts our judgement because.. well, she's already rooted everyone's principle of picking the right people, being careful, and all these social precautions. Most children often end up having the best bonds with other children inside the Hearth only, but when it's beyond.. Father becomes.. let's say.. subtly appreciative"

"I knooow but.. why send a letter now? Did you recently speak to her?"

"Ah well, if father ever asks, I always provide how I truly feel about her questions" a faint stutter in his words, this was a little embarssing for him, but nevertheless, he felt the need to tell you a story...

"In my opinion, I think father cares for you deeply because in her book, anyone who makes the children happy unconditionally is a friend of the Hearth."

"Althought, Father is in principle 'strict' it has been mainly to protect us whilist still maintaining the appearance of a Fatui Diplomat to whoever got to see her with the Hearth."

"I remember one time when I was young, I was late to the choir, when I entered the hall, I thought the first thing I'd see was father's eyes reprimanding me for being late."

"While yes, Father did reprimand me that day, the first thing I actually saw was a smile that she allowed me to see before turning her head back to the choir, and then she commented strictly on my retardness infront of everyone else after the choir ended"

Lyney cleared his throat, croissant still in hand as he continued..

"As to why send that letter now? Let's just say father likes the element of surprise, as well as the concept of a red herring. I wouldn't worry too much about the timing."

"All that aside, I'm happy that you've received that letter. Sometimes, you need to hear it from someone you look up to for everything you thought you controlled to finally fall into place... at least, that's how I feel"

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"Hearing you say that makes me relieved" you confessed, "I'm starting to understand more about her.."

All that talk you were avid to hear, while he was keenly talking about his experiences and opinion. The two croissants are untouched save for a bite or two.

Lyney took a bite, then you felt it again, that hint of deep embrassment in his eyes. He spoke first, aware that you already knew something was up.

"I know what you'll say... It's just that this topic made me recall something.."

"Whatever it is, it's making you a tomatoe.."

He chuckled and then escaped the answer by taking another bite to fill his mouth. You didn't comment on that. You just grinned at his action and let him be.

Lyney appreciated that, but, he spoke his mind anyway...

"About two weeks ago when Father was here, she asked, but it was rather a request as to if she could meet you"

"For the first time in my life, I think I was very shy in front of Father. She caught on, and ever so calmly said,'I can arrange for a visit on my own, that too, is possible.'"

"Despite my shyself, I was happy, I was looking forward to formally introducing you to father, just as I was about to express that.."

"She smiled with a sense of her own mischeif, 'Never mind, I'm afraid I dont have much time during this visit, untill then, do send my regards will you?'"

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"Goodness, are you trying to keep me awake now?" Your croissant was finished by the time he was done.

He giggled, "That's not my intention. Besides, there's nothing to worry about" that of course, wasn't helping.

His 'Father' is a diplomat, a harbinger, a whole character who is worthy of so much respect considering her deeds.

Lyney leaned closer with a warm smile, "Seriously, Father has a good intuition. She'll understand how kind and amazing you are. " he placed a quick kiss on your cheek. "Sleep well, I'll just finish this pastry and..call it a night"

You nodded. "Thank you, I'm quite content to hear you speak so fondly about her. When that day comes, I'll be sure to let her know how much you've grown..." You also kissed him at the cheek before getting up and bidding goodnight.

Lyney returned to his ponder once more as the living room emptied. He felt the amulet in his pocket, he took it, held it, observed it, it meant so much more to his heart now.

he brought to his mouth and softly kissed it, bringing it close to his heart.

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Bonus! Scenario: Dear Lynette, Dear Freminet, Dear Lyney.

They say that when you get acquainted with someone, you also get acquainted with their family. Spending time with all of them resulted in the best moments of your life.

(I'm just gonna write letters of Y/N being appreciative to them all)

Dear Lynette,

My favourite time together is when we secretly go out to the cafe. I cherish every moment we bicker about some silly things we remember and share in memory as we down the sugary sweets. Yeah, I agree Lyney should increase your intake, I mean, you give your all in every show so flawlessly.

It's a bit uncanny, but I love every time I get to help you in the kitchen. Yeah, I also agree that complaining about chores is a constant activity in life, but at least we do it together! :)

There's so much to learn from you.

Dear Freminet,

I remember that day you invited me to dive in the lake. I knew nothing about diving, but your serenity and calm soul were my lighthouse that guided me and made this day stick out ever since. Sally, the blubberbeast was an honour to meet in person. She was just as you described, chunky,lazy yet gentle.

Speaking of which, I have a crazy.. (or maybe not so crazy if its possible) idea!

What if we make Pers waterproof? I'm sure he'd love to tag along next time!

Dear Lyney,

I love you.

Those are the right words to begin every letter, every conversation with you is a declaration of such.

I remember the day by the shore when you apologised for "being a worry wart of a leader to those you loved" Did I ever mention how proud I was? and I'll forever be. Just watching you grow sends me to and beyond the moon.

For all I know, I could keep writing like this forever because you forever make me happy. I have memories of us that would make boredom nonexistent till the rest of my life as I grow in age; Because of these times we spent and continue to spend together, I have the luxury to reminisce on so many joyful, loving occasions...

For example, when you usually take me out for ice cream after a grand show at the Opera.................

After each show, it was customary for Lyney to have ice cream with you. Somehow, he often got brain freezes, which always makes it entertaining.

"Brain freeze!" He tittred, abruptly placed down his ice cream cup, and closed his eyes as if willing it away. "On it!" You chuckled, then quickly rubbed your hands together, heating it with friction, and then you placed them on his cheeks.

"And just like that, the Magician was brought back to life!" He said dramatically, placing both of his hands on top of yours, sliding one to his lips, littering small kisses all over it.

"Brought back to life, and the first thing you do is kiss?"

"Theatrical classic, no?. The next step is thanking you from the bottom of my heart and then expressing my undying love to you~"

"Mhm.. very classical"

"I really mean it y/n," Lyney held your gaze, and with his hold still in your hands, you were forced to see his eyes ... both of you exchanged a gaze for a long minute till he said..

"You're thinking," in a mused tone.

"I'm always thinking....

it's hard not to stare into those eyes as I document each second into my mind"

❤️

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A/N :

If you've read this far, then congratulations! Thank you for sticking until the end.

Lyney was love at first sight for me, and I triple crowned him for good reason. I'm just happy to say that I've poured all the utmost love I have for 'how his character was written' into this fanfiction.

I'm sure this wonderful boy will have a crazy, magical, and wholesome influence in the Genshin story in the future.

Thank you for reading. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it!

If you're interested in this style of Fluff & Crack (because god help this community), I do have a Wriothesley fiction on my profile! Hopefully, I'll write more in the future?!

Have a great day/ splendid rest of your day/ goodnight!