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[catiuskaa]

𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲.

sum. felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

wc. 1.1k

cw. fluff! so many feels, my teeth are rotten after this

req! by my wifey @/stayconnecteed right here. won’t tag you twice cause you’re in the taglist lol. loved your idea! i’m so soft for felix ㅠㅠ<3

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When he wakes up, the first thing Felix does is move his body right next to yours.

He basks in your now shared warmth with his eyes closed, and he smiles giddily, knowing that he isn’t hugging you so closely and tangling his legs around yours because of how cold he may or may not be. His hand slithers between your head and your pillow, and he can’t help but letting his heart flutter and creep with cheeky jealousy at the thought of your scent lingering in the bedsheets for days. He hopes his leaves a mark. But if it doesn’t, he’s free to come back whenever —your words, not his— and he sighs happily, still a bit sleepy.

With you now right where he knows you belong, not bothering if his arm will start to feel numb, he traces the outline of your face with his eyes, carving your face deep into his memory. Shyly, when he notices you stir awake, he closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He can’t know what you’ll do, and the thought has him weirdly on edge. But his heart swoons when the next thing he feels is your arms around his torso. Your nose brushes against his, and the effort he makes to keep pretending to be asleep —merely to see what you’d do, now more out of curosity than anything— and not let his breath hitch or the smile creep up his face is harder than he once would’ve thought.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

It’s a whisper that falls from your lips and strokes his whole body. It’s the first time he wakes up right by your side, and he already feels like he’s conquered the entire world. He’s just woken up, and whatever you two have got going on has been going on for a couple months now.

But today, this morning —your first morning— somehow feels different.

He’s a bit cheeky, and he doesn’t want to yet open his eyes again, loving how unrestrained your hands linger on him. He loves how your hands find home on the small dent of his waist, and almost as cheeky as him, you move his shirt up, just enough to trail shapes on the small parts of now visible creamy skin. He loves how it may seem like the paths your fingers create are mindless, almost an excuse to keep your hands on him, but as he holds back a smile, he can notice that you’re doodling on his back. Little stars that he knows can’t compare to those up in the sky, because those don’t tickle like how yours do, they don’t make you get as close to him like how yours do, they don’t make his heart flutter and swoon and giggle like how you do.

And —what he feels like it’s the most important relasation he’s had in the past ten or so minutes he’s been awake— he doesn’t love them as much as he loves you.

He notices how your fingers turn soft and tender, the pointy sides of a star changing to rounder shapes, and he’s putty in your hands, because those are shy and cute little hearts.

You sigh and move away from him, and before he can even open his eyes to pull you back, his still allegedly asleep figure gets a sheepish kiss from you.

It’s weird, because he’s kissed you so many times before, but this is different. It’s different, he knows, because for more than just the second the peck lasted before he hears the door in the room creak and your steps dim as you head somewhere else in your appartment, the room falls away. There’s nothing else there except the ghost of the touch of your lips against his, and how his heart keeps missing beats and his hands tickle to bring you back and closer to him.

His eyes are open, and his hand moves to his lips, in a daze as Felix feels his cheeks blushing like crazy. His heart is shortcircuiting, screaming at him, and his brain can’t understand it, because it just feels like he isn’t its owner anymore. He wants to move from the bed and run to you, and then you’d hug him too, traicing the same little shapes as before, and while you hug, your hearts as close as they can be, not minding all the flesh and blood and bones in between as yours calms his, and it’s so wild and unrestrained that he feels the need to give it to you.

“Take my heart, take it.” He’d say in a murmur. “I’m afraid of it, of how desperately it wants to consume you and devour you whole. Take it, because it’s yours and it feels like nothing without you, and replace it with something easier to understand.”

The scent of tea and honey wakes him up from his day dreaming, and your silhouette comes back, and you smile when you notice he’s up, his eyes locked on yours.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Isn’t that my line?” Felix giggles, turning back to his side as you leave your hot tea on your bedside table and lay back into bed.

You chuckle too, sighing in deep comfort when his arms surround you again.

“Good sleep?” You ask giggling, your hands stroking his face. Best sleep, he doesn’t say. “You’ve got marks of the pillow all over your face.”

“Well, how do you know you don’t have them too?” He teases menacingly. He knows that you haven’t looked yourself by how your eyes widen softly, and he rapidly cages you against him.

“Lix, let me go check!” You laugh, failing to move away from his embrace.

“Nope. You’re staying with me, wrickles and all.”

It’s a battle of whose’s laugh makes them weaker first, and judging by how you relax and giggle gently, he’s the winner for this one.

His eyes glow as he stares at you, and you can’t stop giggling, seeing the stars you doodled on him before stare back at you, posing as freckles on his face and as shimmers in his eyes. You kissed him before leaving, risking waking him up to release the wave of affection that crashed against you when he was the first thing you saw to start your day. A small liberty that compares in the slightest to how he kisses you now.

And you both keep laughing, laughing as you kiss each other, and none of you can make up something better than the taste of the other’s laugh in you mouths.

Then you sigh, and lean you forehead against his. You’d kiss each and every one of his freckles without him asking, as if every fiber of your being was dying because it makes you feel alive, stronger than you’ve ever felt and it’s home, and it’s then and only then when you feel it with such a raw tinge to it that you can’t hold it back anymore.

And neither can he.

“I love you.” you both blurt out, a first time of many.

You both stay there, waiting for the world to catch up and keep spinning.

“Pancakes?” You mumble on his lips, your smile never faltering.

“God, you’re an angel.” He giggles, so, so, so in love.

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kats, who now feels so fucking lonely, need me a Felix ffs.

catiuskaa, september 2024 ©

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[heaven444child]

What will be the first impression of your future spouse on you❤️

Pick a pile

Pick one picture🌌 AND Read these readings mindfully 👻and if you want a personal reading then DM me✨🍀

Pile1 🤵🤵‍♀️

Pile 1 The first impression of your future spouse on you will be such that when you see him for the first time, you will find him very handsome👀 and charming 💕and when you see that he is not answering anyone's question, you will feel that he is as grumpy as he is handsome 🫣and I heard someone’s say emotionless. It is possible that you will find him emotionless👻 and it is possible that both of you may meet at someone's wedding or party where both of you will notice each other🫶 but it is possible that when you look at him, he will be looking somewhere else and when he looks at you, you will be looking somewhere else and it is possible that you may be wearing a white and sky blue combination dress that day🎀 but I can see the particular saree and whenever your future spouse will be looking at you, he will be smiling at you ☺️and as soon as you start looking at him, he must turn his eyes somewhere else .🫣🥹 Awww….so sweet your ✨🍀 future spouse is really very cute 😍 and his dress sense is also very good 👻

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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Pile 2✨🍀

Pile 2 The first impression of your future spouse on you will be such that you will feel that he is missing 🧩something in his life and he is trying very hard to find that thing ♥️🥹 And you will find this person very disciplined and career oriented and financially stable and it is possible that when you meet this person, you will remember his words and you will not be able to forget them 🫣🫶 I am seeing angel numbers 66, 99 so it is possible that when you are about to meet your future spouse, you will see these angel numbers and this future spouse will be your soulmate 💜 And I also saw 96 mirroring numbers right now so it is possible that both of you mirror each other 👀 Just like you will remember one thing he said 🤪 Similarly, he will also remember every thing you said 👻 And for some people, it is possible that this person is your twin 🌸 And I heard that this is a destined connection 🫶 which your angels and God himself have chosen for you♥️🌼 And I loved this pile very much 😍✨

( I hope this pile resonates with you )

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Pile3🎀💫

Pile 3 The first impression of your future spouse on you will be that he is very hardworking and very passionate ☄️ and you will find him just like a model 🤵 and you can meet him like this when you have travelled to another country 🌉 and it is possible that this is the place where you dream of going 💫 and you will feel that his skin and his body are absolutely perfect 🎀 just like a model and it is possible that your future spouse wants to make a career in modelling or it could be you 🤵‍♀️ and whenever you will see your future spouse for the first time, he will look different even in the crowd because he will shine in a different way even in the crowd 🫣His face will have a different grace or glow ✨❤️ and you will also feel that this person is very passionate about his career and it is possible that this person has a pet dog Or it could be a cat or you may have a pet🐶🐱 And I saw angel number 101010 then it is possible that when your future spouse will come in your life then there will be double blessings and double happiness in your life, whether it is emotional happiness or financial happiness🌸🍀 And it is possible that you may see angel number 1010 or 88, these dates may be important for you👀👻

Stay blessed ✨🍀 And thankyou for your support 🫶❤️

(I hope this pile resonates with you)

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[rosesnbooks]

✨Leo placements✨

disclaimer: i am not a professional and i write this posts for fun, so keep that in mind love

☀️sun in leo - these people have big hearts and they love, love attention. however, i have noticed that even though some like attention most of the time, others prefer it in an environment they can control, such as on stage, where they have rehearsed and know about the possible outcomes. they like to take care of themselves and enjoy life. they also love to spoil those they love, and their love is bright and warm. most of them are very creative and especially talented in one domain that they pursue bravely, such as cooking or writing. people notice them wherever they go, and they seem approachable and a little intense. what i mean by that is they seem excited and loud, which is lovely but too much for some people. this isn't true for all of them though; some can be shy to a certain degree when you meet them. they love talking and making people laugh, and this fuels them. they need people in their lives and cannot spend too much time alone. some time is needed for retrospect, which they usually use. they hate failing because it impacts them greatly, but many of them try to process this and continue like nothing happened. unless it is regarding matters of the heart, then it takes more time to get over someone

🌝moon in leo - they like to see the best in people, and sadly many of them get disappointed with time, but there's a part of them that never gives up on people. they are very sensitive deep down and can get hurt easily. their ego truly is an issue, but if they recognize this and work on it, they can develop healthy relationships with others and themselves. they are very creative, and when they focus on their tasks and things they love, they can excel at them and don't stop until what they're working on is up to their standards. they are curious about many things, which is why they may start a hobby and then disregard it with time if their heart wasn't really in it. when they are angry, they can be really harsh and impulsive, similarly to aries, but i feel like they feel sorry about it more than aries because whatever they said to you remains ingrained in their memory. some of them tend to be selfish because their own happiness and worries are their main priority, which isn't bad per se, but it can get out of hand. they hate to waste time and feel like their life has no purpose or impact. i noticed that they have a competitive nature, even when playing games...they just love winning.

🌼ascendant/rising in leo - vibrant, brave, optimistic, and a bit intense people at first glance. they have a strong hunger for happiness and passion. people mostly like them, but some have mixed opinions since some can feel overwhelmed by their energy and self-love. nevertheless, many appreciate their lively nature, and they are easily noticed wherever they go. even if you don't see them momentarily, you'll hear them because they are often loud and like to talk. they might have issues with overindulging in things like binge eating or spending too much money. they can have a strong desire to lead, and if not, they still want to contribute greatly to something and see their influence. they put effort into their looks if they have the time and money because they want to present themselves in the best light (for themselves and others). people usually notice them by their hair, and i'd also like to add that their eyes are very sparkly and focused, and that they may have really quick mannerisms.

🌻mercury in leo - quite expressive when they talk! humor is important to many of them, and they love people who can make them laugh. many tend to speak fast as well. their comedic timing is really good. if underdeveloped, they can be bad listeners and only want to focus on themselves and when it's their turn to talk. they also tend to have a smile on their face most of the time when speaking, just my personal observation. people are charmed by the way they communicate; they cannot help but feel warm. this placement is really passionate about various topics, and it is interesting to listen to them. they often like telling stories, and it feels like you're watching a movie play out because they are really into it and dramatic. there's a lot of passion in their speech, and while it can be over-the-top for some, many enjoy it. honestly, they are so cute. a downside could be their stubborn nature, which may limit their worldviews or general views on some things. they may seem carefree, but they are not, so approach them with kindness and respect.

⭐venus in leo - they love romance and are very loyal and dedicated partners. they need lots of excitement and adoration in their relationship to remain happy. being with someone who takes life too seriously, doesn't praise them enough, and is not really active as a person is a big no for this placement. they love praising people and giving them thoughtful gifts and watching your face light up when you open them. you'll feel super special with them if they think highly of you. they can get crushes from time to time, but if they love you and want to commit, it is harmless. they are very loving toward their friends and are loud about their affections. basically, they adore all love languages, but primarily quality time, words of affirmation, and physical touch would be their top three (in my humble opinion). they also love going places with their loved ones because they have lots of energy and curiosity, and it's really fun to do anything with them. i'd also add that besides leo risings, i've found that leo venus also have curly or generally luscious hair.

♌mars in leo-very bold and a bit stubborn. they need to be active and pursue what they love in order to remain healthy and happy. they are go-getters and they love to spread their positive energy. their stamina is very good. despite their impulsive nature, they are very focused on their goals and try their best to be great. they often get what they want and might really dislike when things don't go their way, but they never give up. may be too stuck in their own ways without seeing the big picture or other perspectives, so they need to be more open-minded because this will help them achieve their goals and form healthier relationships. they are immensely proud of their achievements and especially of the things their loved ones achieved. they can get carried away by their passions, no matter how hard they try not to. their sweetness shines in this placement as well because they truly want to be friends with everyone. lastly, if you're their person, they will be extremely loyal to you

⚡saturn in leo—they may struggle with being more optimistic, putting themselves first, and taking leading roles in any area of their life. they can care too much about what people think or might think about them, so they need to snap out of it. they can be very strict with themselves and quit before even trying things out. just do it, hun; the only way out is through (sadly, but yeah). they are very capable people who already have everything they need within themselves, so trying things out even when scared can bring them lots of luck and, honestly, a better life. putting yourself out there doesn’t mean being vain, pathetic, or needy if you’re not hurting anyone in the process. this placement wants recognition deep down, but they remove themselves from such situations. i'm here to tell you that you’ll survive this and that you won’t lose your individuality in the process. you’ll gain confidence and naturally attract the people who are right for you. on the bonus side, they are often careful and responsible.

🏆jupiter in leo—people with this placement shine brightly when they are in the spotlight. they want to enjoy life and pursue their passions, and the happiness they feel during these moments is contagious. they are generous and inspiring, so many people admire them and feel influenced by them. their generosity is also admirable and fulfilling for them. they can thrive in creative environments and in those where they can express themselves. they are also often good with kids and expressing their childlike nature, which helps them enjoy life and see things more positively. basically, focusing on themselves and others is what brings them luck and joy. they have leadership potential, and at the end of the day, they want someone to recognize their efforts, kindness, and talent, and give them lots of love.

thank you for reading!💛🧡

©rosesnbooks

[prophecyplease]

⁂“𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫’’⁂

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

(not proofread we die like meleanor)

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↯𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊↯

-SIMP🗣️

-This man is so insanely clingy when it comes to cuddling you.

-He’s the literal embodiment of lighting, so expect him to be warm.

-Big spoon. No arguing with him on this one. He says it’s for your protection, but you know it’s because he likes to have all of you close to him.

-Slight snorer. It’s honestly cute, and quiet, which is rare for Sebek.

-Contrary to popular belief, Sebek wears “normal” clothes to sleep. Catch this man wearing an old tee-shirt of his dad’s dentistry and some old flannel pants to bed.

-He wears house shoes when out of the bed at night. They’re worn in and comfortable. He prefers being barefoot, but he has them just in case Malleus is in trouble at night.

-Light-ish sleeper.

-He doesn’t like to use blankets. The body heat from you AND him is enough to warm you both up. He uses a comforter and maybe one blanket when sleeping, but even that is pushing it.

-Secretly a big cuddler. He has always been “independent”, it’s nice to take a break from that and have someone to cling onto and be comfortable around, even if it is only at night.

-Set his alarms for early in the morning. He used to have it blaringly loud, but after spending the first night with you and accidentally startling you awake with his god-awful alarm clock, he figured out a way to turn it down.

-He likes to admire you when you sleep. If he’s having a rough night, he likes to look at you and memorize all of your features.

-Loves playing with your hair when he sleeps. He would rather DIE than tell you this, but he adores it when you mess with his hair when it’s all un-gelled and natural.

-Loves it when you put your head on his chest. It makes his heart go a million miles a minute, but you pretend not to notice.

-Knows the importance of hygiene, especially oral hygiene. Don’t think you’re EVER going to bed without brushing your teeth and flossing. He may not like his dad that much, but he does understand the importance of keeping yourself clean.

-Evening shower person. He washes his hair daily cause of all that gel. He smells clean, there’s not a particular scent he likes to use.

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ꕥ𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞ꕥ

-He’s a little spoon if you’re taller than him, and a big spoon if you’re shorter than him. (All of my fellow tall royalty, rise up)

-LOUD snorer. He used to be a lot better, but now that he feels comfortable around you, he lets ‘em rip.

-Wears Leona’s old hand-me-downs as sleep clothes. Probably clothes Falena got Leona that say “Best Uncle” or “#1 Brother”.

-Wears shorts to bed, loose basketball shorts that were also a ‘gift’ from Leona.

-Heavy sleeper and he drools

-Has that internal clock that wakes him up at 6:15 a.m daily, so he doesn’t use an alarm clock.

-Loves cuddling. Absolutely adores the way you hold him so gently and lovingly.

-Blanket hog tho. He likes to be warm.

-He gets the occasional nightmare. He’s always embarrassed when he wakes you up because of them, but he doesn’t mind how you sooth him and comfort him after a particularly bad one.

-When he’s not snoring, he hums in his sleep. It’s something his grandma used to do when he was young, and it somehow made its way into his subconscious.

-Freaks out if he wakes up and you’re not next to him or in bed.

-After he wakes up, he likes to go outside and get some stretching in and watch the sunrise. Asks if you want to join him, and how are you supposed to deny.

-During the weekends, once he’s done with all of his work, he likes to take you to grassy parts of Savanclaw and take naps with you. There’s something about the sun, breeze, and nature that puts you in a drowsy state.

-Big fan of sleeping on your shoulder. If yall are sitting down somewhere, just the two of you. It might have been a long day, might not have, but bro is CONKING out.

-He likes for you to be comfortable too though. If he gets tired of being spooned or the spooner, he’ll lay on his back and put your head on his chest. Or vice versa. He loves to hear your heartbeat.

-Morning shower person. It wakes him up. I feel like he likes to use slightly-sweet smelling body wash and hair products. But it’s also manly enough because he’s in Savanclaw.

-Doesn’t have that much free times in the morning, he does have to work for Leona, but he enjoys the time you two do get together.

-He likes to trace shapes on your hand when you’re sleeping. Whether he knows it or not, another thing that comforts both him and you.

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[shall-we-die]

Hey! I have to say I love your work. Especially your weekly letters. I just love them❤

Secondly can I request "who fell first and who fell harder" between the reader and the JJK men. You know the one with the you fell first and he fell harder or you fell first and you fell harder.

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{Who fell first?

Who fell harder?}

☰[Main list]•⊰ Jujutsu Kaisen

↬[A/N]•⊰ Thanks for your kind words lovely anonymous 🧡🧡🧡

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[He fell first and harder]:

Itadori Yuji

Yuji definitely seems like the type of guy who would fall in love hard. He'd probably focus a lot of attention on you, constantly worrying about you and thinking about you. How he'd show those feelings is up for interpretation but I'd imagine he'd be pretty caring and maybe even a bit possessive. He tries to keep his cool but he can't help but feel excited inside. It's like all of a sudden the world seems brighter, and everything is just a little bit more exciting. His heart is pounding in his chest and he can feel butterflies in his stomach. It's a feeling like no other. He'll be your sweet puppy forever.

Gojo Saturo

When Gojo falls in love, he would initially be quite conflicted about his feelings. On the one hand, he would be excited about the prospect of being with someone he's attracted to and who is attracted to him in turn. On the other hand, he'd be very nervous and anxious about risking your friendship and potentially causing the relationship to become awkward if things don't work out. Gojo's feelings would be a mix of joy, excitement, and nervous butterflies in the stomach. He would be constantly thinking about you and fantasizing about your future together. Although it is possible that he will never tell you anything so that you are not in danger and will keep your love in his heart forever.

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[He fell first, you fell harder]:

Nanami Kento

Well, when it comes to falling in love, he always keep it to himself. He's not one to express his feelings outwardly, especially if it's something as complex as romance. However, if he was to fall in love, he would feel a sense of warmth and contentment. He would be content just being in your presence and would want to protect you at all costs. However, his emotions would remain hidden, as he believes it's important to focus on being a responsible and dependable individual in all situations. He is a man of few words, so he does not express his feelings outwardly. However, he can still show his love through actions such as protecting you from danger and providing for you financially. He is also a very loyal and dependable partner, so he would never betray your trust. You know for sure, seeing his charming face, the way he talks, the way he treats you and is a true gentleman, your heart is melting every moment. Sometimes you feel that he can also hear your heartbeat. After you confess and show him affection, he will finally warm up a bit and show more feelings. He makes you fall in love with him more with his every move.

Inumaki Toge

Inumaki Toge usually acts calm and composed. However, when he falls in love, he becomes very shy and his heart beats faster. In the beginning, he may not understand his feelings completely, but he gradually becomes aware that he has a special feeling for you. He may get nervous when he sees you and try to avoid eye contact. He may also try to hide his feelings in his facial expressions and may seem aloof and distant. As he gets more comfortable with his feelings, he may become more open and start to smile more around you. Seeing the person he likes, he's excited and happy. He's not good at expressing his feelings very well, so he often uses his gestures and other methods to show his feelings. He might be shy at first, but after he gets used to it, he can be very outspoken. Even though he knows expressing his feelings is not his strong suit, he will try his best to show his love and devotion to his partner. After you notice the feelings and signs that he gives, you feel that you are interested in him. He is funny and kind and always treats you well. However, sometimes he gets frustrated and depressed because of his communication problems, and it hurts your heart. He is the sweetest part of your life that you get addicted to after a while. Just like an addiction to sugar and sweets.

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[You fell first, he fell harder]:

Sukuna

He cannot believe your feelings easily. First, he thinks you are crazy and ridiculous. He doesn't want to kill you for some reason though, and tries to put up with you. Even though if Sukuna really fell in love, he would never admit it. After a long time seeing your stupid smile, when faced with a love situation, Sukuna's heart would race, his face flushed, and he would become extremely defensive and angry. He would try to hide or mask his feelings with bravado and aggression. He would act as he didn't care about you, and he would hide his true feelings behind his ego and arrogance. When Sukuna finally falls in love, he feels confused and unsure about how to express his feelings. Initially, he may try to ignore or deny his emotions, but gradually, he starts to open up and express himself, though often in a very aggressive and assertive manner, as is typical of him. However, underneath the intimidating exterior, Sukuna experiences a range of emotions including tenderness, love, and vulnerability that he doesn't often show.

Geto Suguru

When Geto fell in love, he felt like all the sadness in the world has descended over him. Everything in the world became darker than before. He's... angry. Sometimes, when he thinks about you, he loses control and starts daydreaming. He doesn't know if he wants to confess or not, but he definitely knows that he loves you. Geto was just passing by the window and saw you reading a book with your hair gently swept by the wind. It was something as simple as that. At that moment, there was no reason why he should fall in love with you or even notice you. But he did. And it was a deep fall. Geto's eyes widened at the sudden realization and his face flushed. As he saw you again, the only thing he wanted to do was to touch your hair. But you were definitely the one who fell in love with him first. You were the one who blushed when you saw his dark hair or even hid yourself from him. You weren't going to confess to him. Your world was completely different. But now, he has feelings for you too… although it's not clear which of you will admit it first.

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[You fell first and harder]:

Megumi Fushiguro

You develop feelings for him at the first meeting. A mysterious boy who has a pleasant face but is cold. You must have had a secret crush on him for a long time. And definitely, when he realizes his feelings for you and accepts you, you will feel like you are over the moon. I must say, he loves you too, but you're the one whose heart melts with his every move. As someone who is typically reserved, Megumi may not openly portray his feelings when he falls in love. However, when he truly cares for someone, he may show subtle signs of compassion and consideration for them. For example, he may go out of his way to protect or support the person he loves, or simply spend more time with them. As he gradually develops deeper feelings for someone, he may become more expressive with his emotions, sharing his thoughts and feelings in a way that is meaningful to both him and the person he loves. Overall, Megumi's reaction to being in love is one of caring and protection.

[just-a-ghost00]

Advice on manifesting your desired reality

Group 1 🌸 Group 2 🌷 Group 3 🌼

Group 1 🌸 Oh I never meant to brag ~

Shufflemancy : Rollin Limp Bizkit, The Search NF, Misery Business Paramore

Cards : King of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles

With all this emphasis put on earth related cards the major theme here is grounding. You need to ground yourself in your current reality to be able to see it clearly. Another think I’m picking up on is consistency. You may have a hard time focusing on one task at a time or being consistent in your efforts. It is really important that you deal with that. You are encouraged to work in cooperation with people around you. Isolating yourself is not the best strategy for you at the moment. You are encouraged to rely on your community and exchange with others, especially when it comes to your career. Teamwork makes the dream work. You are encouraged to study, to rely on your mentors. Their could be a masculine figure around you that can provide constructive criticism and help you improve in the areas you are wishing to work on. Standing your ground and being in your grounded masculine energy will help you manifest your desired reality. That would be true especially if you have major earth placements in your chart. I’m mainly picking up on Taurus energy. There needs to be more balance in your energy exchanges with people and situations. If you are currently spending more time and energy in one area of your life you are asked to focus on other priorities to restore the balance. Also, be confident about yourself. Spirit is saying you need to put an end to that impostor syndrom or modesty. I feel like some of you do not allow yourself to be successful because of how others would perceive you. You’re afraid that people around you will not appreciate you being more successful than them so you maintain yourself in a position that does not suit you. Your guides want to warn you that dimming your light for others won’t make them love or respect you more. It is time that you express your true power and claim your throne.

Group 2 🌷 Do whatever we want oh we don’t give a…

Shufflemancy : Stray Kids SKZ, Galaxy Kid Travis, Eye on you Wonho

Cards : ace of pentacles, Chariot, 7 of swords

You are advised to keep your projects and ideas to yourself and move swiftly forward without a sound. Take the opportunities that come your way if it feels right to do so without giving notice to anyone around you until you make it. I am getting that many of you are often times deterred from doing something that would benefit them because of the pessimism of others. There are people around you that do not have your best interest at heart. These people might not realize it or some may be very well aware of what they’re doing. Under the disguise of wanting what’s best for you, they prevent you from moving forward and manifesting your desired reality. You have to move past their illusions and one way to do that is to keep your intentions a secret. In some cultures they say that the more you talk about what you plan to do the less you’re gonna act on it. Don’t be just all talk and instead let your actions speak for you. Get going. Write that book you always had in mind. Create that online shop, go to that dance class, buy those shoes you really wanted. Don’t deprive yourself of good things. Don’t second guess yourself. You know what to do. You have what it takes. You just need to get moving. Some of you are encouraged to start a physical activity to help you deal with possible mental health issues. It is time you stop self sabotaging and also it is time that you don’t let people’s negativity rub off on you.

Group 3 🌼 You take the pain, make it feel good

Shufflemancy : Bad habits Ed Sheeran, Middle finger Bohnes, Lil psycho Kid Travis

Cards : 7 of wands, The World, 3 of wands

There were a lot of eyes on these cards in the deck that I used. So that could be a sign to work on your vision and visualization skills. If you have psychic abilities, honing them will be beneficial to you. Try to get yourself out of the daily drama of others and rise above it all. You need to gain a higher perspective of what is going on around you. If you are currently surrounded by pessimistic/toxic people and things, get yourself out of the eye of the storm. Traveling could be needed. Turn your gaze on the future, not the past. Keep your focus on your expansion. Maybe find inspiration in other cultures, in people that are very different from you or that have already gotten out of the storm and try to learn from it. Don’t get into petty fights. Don’t mingle in people’s business. If they try to grad you in it set boundaries. You are encouraged to plan and script your next steps. If you resonate with scripting as a manifestation method then definitely do that regularly. Write your daily intentions, your daily gratitude list, write your letters to the Universe. Write your desired reality on a paper and cleanse it with sage or any other purifying herb. Keep that paper with you wherever you go. Don’t put it under your pillow. You don’t want to sleep on your dreams, do you? However, you can whisper your intentions and affirmations to your water and drink that water. The good vibrations of your words will then circulate in your body.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

College au! Rich, popular senior who is actually emotionless but uses a faux mask to hide the fact and does favors left and right, not because he's kind and considerate but because he doesn't see anyone else worth engaging with and the only way the get rid of them is through giving them what they want, like pesky leeches. Reader however saw right through his mask into his eyes and that surprised him. Someone other than his father knows?! Should he get rid of her? But.. oh? she wants something from him? A favour? How interesting..

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Yandere! Male! College student x Blockmate! Fem! Reader

Got a bit of mental exercise on this one, since what could the favor be? Hmm... Got a bit too nsfw though, so be warned. (BTW, is this spicy enough? I'm practicing lol)

Also, I decided to do some tweaks on our other yanderes, so expect relatives amongst yanderes now!

Yandere! College Student name: Alpheus

It was the third of January now, a lot of students have come back to the University in order to resume their classes. Some got blessed and has their classes to be continued by next monday, but not for this specific college.

"Ugh..." A person bemoaned to their friend. "What the hell is wrong with our Dean? Setting our return so early-- Does she have no sympathy?"

"You said it." Another person piped up. "We may be architecture students, but we're not machines!"

"Our course is hard enough without holidays bro. I just wish she let us enjoy the new years..."

"Don't you think so, Alpheus?"

Alpheus, a man who's soft and gentle. Prince-like, and someone you could rely on. He had many... Friends... As what other people see themselves when asking what their relationship with him is.

Too bad it's one sided though.

Alpheus hummed, his blank eyes that none of these guys noticed looked up to the sky.

"Well, doesn't it make sense? We finished our first semester 1st day of December. I think it's just fair for us to go back by the 3rd of January." Alpheus' almost ghost like quality of voice came out of his soft pink lips.

The friends, who were just complaining earlier, shut up from the logic he gave.

"Uh... I guess you're right."

"Well, it is a one month vacation..."

"Yeah, we got the better end of the stick."

"Other Unis only gave two weeks as vacation."

Alpheus gave a small smile to them as they murmured their suddenly new opinion due to his quips.

"This is exhausting..."

Nobody saw through his mask, the way he held so much indignant boredom he had in his eyes when they go up to him and talk. Nobody felt the way he seems so distant and plastic-y.

Maybe he got this acting skills from his brother, Ignatius.

Both of them are the opposite ends of the bar. Ignatius as the boisterous, annoying, attention seeking actor, and Alpheus, the hide-behind-a-facade, self-important, holier-than-though, plastic friend.

Well, that's what their parents describe them anyways. Too much of the old mindset gets you to be a pair of judgmental fuckers who think that mental conditions are not real, so they didn't get diagnosed if it's something to do with their psychology.

Alpheus grew up mostly being overshadowed by his brother, but is honestly shining more when it comes to academics. Making the attention between them fairly equal.

Like how their parents describe them, Ignatius is talented, while Alpheus is a genius.

That didn't make them less terrified on Alpheus though.

When he was a child especially, he looks so dead inside and unreadable that it freaked them out. Even contemplating on calling the exorcist.

Alas, they didn't at the risk of their family reputation to fall off.

Only Ignatius got him.

When Alpheus got older, he met more people who got freaked out by how apathetic and emotionless he is.

But, with the help of his brother, he learned how to put up a mask. Albeit just the barest of minimum, people got fooled somehow.

That, and Alpheus just goes with the flow most of the time.

Just to make them shut up, he always ends up doing favors and helps the people who ask for him to do something for them.

"People... Such a bother..."

At least they're tools for him to blend in seamlessly...

"By the way, Alpheus, is your mansion available on Sunday?"

Here they go again...

It's a never ending cycle for him.

"Why? Do you want to do a party there?" He asks gently, another soft smile on his face that made that person flustered.

"U-uh yes! I mean, the last pool party we did there was crazy."

It was crazy cuz all of you thrashed my damn mansion.

It's somehow of a blessing that his family is rich. He got to move out to a new place, his brother did too, and funded all of their lavish tastes. Even if it was a way to make them shut up and not interact with their parents, it gave them freedom to do the things they want.

"Why not? We need something to headstart us for the second semester anyways." And with a princely smile, he agreed to his friend's favor that made his friend group hoot and holler.

And as Alpheus keeps a steady smile yet an annoyed glare, he wishes for something to happen in that party to shut them up.

Music blazing, party raving, drinks boozing.

It's the party of the month for the students in the University Alpheus attended.

People cannonballing in the pool, couples and strangers making out (maybe more), stragglers drinking their way to being blackout...

And the owner of the mansion?

Alpheus sits down cross legged on the couch, being surrounded by his friends. The music is pounding against his ears and worsening his headache. But he also can't sleep in his room because he knows that no matter how thick his walls are, the music will still seep into his bedroom.

He takes a sip of the bourbon on his hand, his deep eyes scanning the crowd and the mess they made.

He almost groaned. This is gonna take a while to clean.

Sure, he'll hire people to clean, but his parents' will question where the money will go to, and they will nag to him about being upright and being a rebel and throwing parties and being a disgrace and being so content being a genius that he thinks he can just throw his parents' reputation to the mud--

Just thinking about it is making him exhausted.

He watched as the woman that latched onto his side trailed her finger on his exposed chest from unbuttoning his dress shirt. She was saying something flirtatious but honestly, he doesn't care.

The headache is becoming unbearable.

"Excuse me, people. I just need to get more." Alpheus gently laid off the woman before shaking the glass on his hand, the ice clinking around.

They all nodded with a smile before Alpheus went inside.

There are some people here. Singing karaoke, some playing beer pong... And others making out and grinding.

He got to the comfort room on the corner of the first floor and sighed, splashing water on his face as he let the water trickle down his throat.

He dropped his facade, staring at himself with the dead expression that people found chilling.

Sometimes, he just needs a breather.

And that breather is his home. But now, a party is going on and he needed a bit of break sometimes.

Hey, he's emotionless, not a robot that doesn't get exhausted.

Alpheus splashed water on his face once more before he heard the door to the toilet open.

A woman.

He remembers you. A classmate, one of the few people who doesn't talk to him and ask favors, so he automatically has a positive outlook on you. As positive a person can feel for being emotionless.

He nods, you didn't.

"Y/N, right?" He asks, quickly slipping on the facade. He smiled at you, donning the princely mask once more.

You weren't buying it though.

"Alpheus. What's up with you and putting up a front?"

His forearm bulged, the grip on the counter sink tightened as the veins pulsed across his arm.

Ah, he forgot. You have this inquisitive, curious, yet hostile look on your face whenever he catches you staring at him.

"What do you mean by that?" He smiled once more.

"You know what I mean."

He cleared his throat, dropping the act and turning towards you, not facing the mirror anymore.

"Look here, Y/N. It just so happens that I get tired sometimes." He shrugs. "Social battery and that."

"Bullshit." You spat out. "You don't even feel anything. You think I won't know? It's so obvious."

A dull feeling of irritation welled up inside of him. Uncommon, but not that new.

"Really now? So what?" Alpheus scoffs and crosses his arms. "What will you do? Expose me?"

His eyes sharpened a bit.

Should I get rid of her?

"No. I need a favor also." You smiled. He sighed.

"Shoot."

"Be my pretend boyfriend."

Alpheus blinked, tilting his head in wonder.

"Huh. That's new. And what do you need me for? Why do I need to do that?" He softly chuckles, thinking of reasons why. "Are you attracted to me and are finding a reason to get close to me? Possibly make me fall for you?"

He got close to you, bending a bit to stare at your eyes.

Were your eyes always this shiny? Such a juxtaposition of his dull, dead ones.

"Maybe you have this sick fantasy in your head that you can fix me." He chuckled again.

"No. That's weird." You scoffed and swatted him away. "Ex boyfriend problem. A stalker, won't stop following me around."

He hummed in contentment. He did remember seeing a man hovering around your angered/scared face.

"That I can believe. But why me, cheri?" He asked, intrigued by your favor. "There's a lot of people, and it's kinda suspicious if we suddenly became an item."

You took a deep breath, shaking your hands.

"Don't get mad, but I sprinkled some hints that I was interested in you. Making fake convos of us..." You flushed red and fished your phone out of your pocket and showing him the convos.

The pfp is the same, so does the name, but the way he types isn't the same. Clearly fake.

"I know, creepy, but..." You gripped your hand in awkwardness. "But the other guys aren't really the best options. He got them on a hold like he's friends with them. And you're the only one available that's not close to him. I also don't know other people outside our block."

Your grip tightened. "So help me, please?"

A man in a leather jacket seethed, not being able to find you.

"Where are you, Y/N!" He grumbled under his breath.

He lost you an hour ago, and he's already on his end's wits.

Especially you're in this mansion. Alpheus' mansion.

Sure, he didn't believe that you and Alpheus were a thing. It was impossible! There's evidences, but he doesn't want to believe it.

He gritted his teeth and opened another door but to only two people fucking.

"God, get a room!" He growled out before being hit by a pillow, being yelled at that 'this is a room!'

Slamming the door closed, he got to the corner where there is a door beside an end table with an expensive flower vase on top.

He gripped the knob and swung it open, and his eyes widened.

"Alpheus..."

"Cheri, just like that..."

You and Alpheus, making out. With you sitting on the counter as your crotches grinding against each other in a friction filled frenzy. With Alpheus' large hands and fingers gripping your soft skin on your waist, leaving red marks trailing across. Your legs, wrapped around Alpheus' waist, had the dress riddled up to your chest area, exposing your tasteful underwear.

Alpheus' lips trailed across your neck, opening slightly to lick the base before biting down. It made you throw your head back with a whimper so salacious that it made Alpheus buck into you once more.

The man felt cold and hot at the same time.

It was real?

You can't even hear that your ex has swung the door open. Drunk on the "pretend" makeout' pleasure that it gave you. You just knew he's in the house, but doesn't know when he'll find you.

So, Alpheus just made you sit on the counter and started kissing you gently just in case.

Who knew it would become a full, blown out session that left you breathless and Alpheus suddenly obsessed with this new feeling?

Alpheus' dead eyes was flashing with hunger and desire in them as he glared at your ex boyfriend.

And without breaking any eye contact, he gripped your waist more, with his hips grinding harder and his teeth sinking more to your skin, marking you his.

Saliva dripped from his lips to your skin, making it glisten under the dim light.

And with a smirk, Alpheus successfully drove out your ex.

Now, he could just stop.

But what's the fun in that?

For the first time, he's feeling such pleasure from you, and your body.

You felt divine in his hold, making it impossible to separate himself from your body as he gripped your thigh and carrying you up, pushing your back against the wall to continue making out, and maybe even more.

He can blame it on the alcohol, but he knows damn well it's not.

He felt... Happy for the first time. The overwhelming euphoria from this new encounter and discovering new feelings were making him drunk. And he's drinking it whole.

It's almost selfish on how he doesn't want to let go of you.

And, before he knew it, the seed has planted inside of him.

By the next days, he finds himself unable to separate from you as you continued to introduce new emotions inside of him.

He will wish to shackle you to him, and maybe do the same as his brother and kidnap his significant other.

He will feel overtly jealous for the first time, seeing you interact with his other male classmates. Especially that architecture is a male dominant field.

He will get angry, rage, and become crazy from the sudden influx of emotions running inside of him.

But that's in the future.

And as he watches you writhe from his hold as his fingers descended down under your panties, he knew that he would do anything to keep this feeling from fading.

[spookyghostbunny]

Throws this fic at you then runs

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The circus members couldn't help but to feel sorry for their new little jester. Everybody who enters the digital realm has similar reactions, but Pomni was a constant walking ball of anxiety. You couldn't blame her. The overly bright colors alone were enough to drive anyone insane.

Ragatha was absolutely furious. Jax had played yet another cruel prank on her, and she was out for revenge. On her way to confront the prankster, she spotted Pomni's picture. Poor Pomni. Even her own door displayed how fearful she was. It made Ragatha's digital heart ache more for the girl.

Completely forgetting about Jax, she lifted her hand and delivered a few hesitant knocks. "Pomni! It's me, Ragatha! I was uh- wondering if you... wanted to talk? I understand if you don't! That's completely cool, and I respect if you didn't want to! You don't really know me, and you probably want to be alone-"

Ragatha's rambling was cut off when she noticed a pair of nervous colorful eyes staring up at her.

Huh.

Were Pomni's eyes always that cute?

Ragatha flushed and shook her head. "Oh! Hey, Pomni! M-may I come in?"

Pomni nodded, leaving the door open for the doll as she went back inside. Ragatha followed, sitting down on the bed next to the smaller girl.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Ragatha tried to strike up a conversation. "So! How... How are you doing?"

Pomni glanced up at her before looking back down at her hands. "I- I don't know anymore... I'm still convinced this is a t-terrible nightmare.... Sh-shouldn't I have w-waken up by n-now?" Ragatha could feel Pomni trembling beside her.

Ragatha's eyes soften as she puts a hand on Pomni's shoulder. "Hey, it's ok, new stuff. I understand how you feel... We all do. You'll get used to things eventually and-"

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO GET USED TO THIS! I WANT TO LEAVE- NEED TO LEAVE! I CAN'T STAND BEING HERE A SECOND LONGER!" Pomni curls up into a ball, hiding her face in her arms. "I just want to go home..."

Ragatha was surprised by Pomni's outburst. Each word sent another sharp pang through her heart. Not wanting to make things worse, she quickly thought of ways that could help her friend? feel better.

A silly idea popped into her mind. Hmm... This might just work.

Carefully as to not startle her more, Ragatha pulled the jester onto her lap. Pomni looked at her with a mixture of confusion and surprise. "R-Ragatha?"

The doll smirks, forming her hands into claws and wigging them above Pomni.

The anxious jester squeaked when she realized what was about to happen. "Wait! Ragatha- Nohohoho!" She immediately giggles when Ragatha starts scribbling her sides. She weakly kicks and squirms, but she doesn't put up much of a fight.

Ragatha's smirk melts into a fond smile. This was the first time she saw a genuine smile on Pomni's face. And her laughter is adorable! The doll just had to hear more of it. "Aww! Is the newbie ticklish?~ Tickle tickle, Pomni!~" She teased, moving down to squeeze Pomni's hips.

Pomni's giggles turned into full blown laughter. "Nahahaha! D-dohon't tehehehease!" Pomni cried, hiding her blushy face in her hands. She was actually starting to feel a bit better. It felt nice to laugh and let go after feeling so many negative emotions.

"Why? Does it make the tickles worse?~"

"Yehehes!!" Pomni squeals, lightly bapping at the doll's plush arms.

Ragatha just laughed. Pomni was truly adorable.

5 minutes later Ragatha slows her tickling until she finally comes to a stop. She holds Pomni close, rubbing away the phantom tickles. "How are you doing now, Pom?"

Pomni snuggles against Ragatha, still feeling very giggly. "Fihihine.... Thank you."

"Anytime, new stuff."

They sat there cuddling and enjoying each other's company for a while.

Suddenly, Ragatha remembered something important. "Wanna help me get back at a certain rabbit?"

For the first time, Ragatha saw some mischief in Pomni's colorful eyes.

(You don't wanna know how difficult this was to write)

[narrycherries]

🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 3 (dadrry)

You and Harry finally get answers about what’s going on with the baby..

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word count: 4.3k

warnings/tags: Harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

Harry has been a nervous wreck ever since the baby had her fussing spell at the studio. He was so worried about her that it was making his stomach ache constantly. She continued to be so clingy and needy after they left that he had to sit in the backseat next to her, holding her little hand to keep her from crying. She only parted ways with him to be nursed. She seemed fine with that, and wasn’t trying to oppose you at all.

And now Harry’s trying to take breaths to calm himself down, the baby in his arms as he walked back into your bedroom. It was a little after four in the morning and she had began to cry. He gave her a bottle, figuring that was what the issue was, but he panicked when she continued to be whiny once the bottle was empty. That’s why he’s climbing in the bed with her now, laying her down on the mattress. You were still asleep, and he didn’t intend on waking you.

Neither of you were comfortable with her sleeping in the bed with you all night just yet, she was still too little. But Harry was planning to stay awake and literally watch her go back to sleep. He felt that keeping an eye on her was more important than sleeping. He had to make sure she wasn’t feeling any pain or looked uncomfortable in any way. He wished she could just tell him what’s going on.

He laid awake the rest of the night and into the morning. He distracted himself with a mindless game on his phone in hopes of staying awake. It worked, because when you groaned and opened your eyes at nine o’clock, you were met with the sight of the baby sitting against his chest, her fingers curiously hitting his phone screen. You stretched your limbs before turning onto your side to face them, your hand touching the side of her leg.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You said with a smile as she looked up at you, dropping the phone and leaning forward to crawl to you. It was a very short distance, but it made your heart melt. “Did you wake Dada up?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She woke up at three thirty.. went back down at 4.. but I’ve been up since then.”

You furrowed your brows. “Babe, why? Do you feel okay?”

“M’so anxious.. she wouldn’t let me put her in the crib earlier.. wouldn’t let me leave her at all.”

You sighed gently while she grabbed onto the thin strap of your shirt, her pretty eyes on yours.

“Sweet girl, what’s gotten into you, hm?” You ask with a slightly frown. “Dada’s not gonna disappear, baby.”

“Ma ma ma.” She reached for your lip, and you didn’t stop her from grabbing it.

“Baby girl, don’t hurt Mama’s mouth, yeah? Dada’s gotta trim your nails.” Harry pulled her hand down, which got her attention.

She babbled to him, then decided to turn back towards him. He closed his eyes for a moment to compose his nerves. The baby gladly got comfortable against him, her back leaned on his abdomen and her hands messing with his fingers.

“I feel like m’not doing something right.”

You gulped softly, scooting over to be closer to them. “She’s just being a bit clingy, darling. Nothing’s wrong.”

“What if something is, though?”

Even though it was not the easiest thing to deal with, you completely understood Harry’s worry. Your baby was acting different than normal, and that alone is very concerning . Despite not noticing any obvious medical signs, you proposed an option.

“We can take her to the doctor today and get her checked out if you want to, but, baby, I think she’s just anxious to be away from you.”

His lips dropped as the baby turned her head to look at him, a smile on her precious face. He licked his lips and gently touched the side of her head, her soft hair that curled very subtly on the edges made his skin tickle.

“Princess, m’so scared for you, doll.” He grabbed her to bring her closer to his face. He fell onto his back, sitting her on his stomach after kissing her cheek. “Is your tummy hurting? Hm?”

You watched with a sinking heart as he gently rubbed his thumb over her belly while his hands held her in place.

“Dada wishes you could tell us, baby girl.”

“Don’t be scared, okay?” You grabbed his hand, giving it a hard squeeze. “She isn’t bloated or having any bad reactions.”

He shook his head. “Please.. can we take her to the ER?”

“I guess so. Did she have a bottle when she woke up?“ you asked while sitting up, the covers falling to your lap.

“Yeah a bottle and some Cheerios.”

He copied your actions and got off the bed with the baby in his arms, a protective hand against her back as he followed you to the bathroom. The baby started to whine as you disappeared. Harry caught up with you, a worried frown on his face.

“Now she’s doing it with you.”

You took a deep breath while sitting down on the toilet. Harry leaned against the doorframe, the baby reaching out for you.

“Give Mama a few seconds, baby. She isn’t going anywhere.”

“Can you get her dressed?”

“What if she freaks out when you’re out of her sight?”

You finished your business and got up to wash your hands. Harry moved closer to you as you rubbed your hands together under the water. The baby was grunting, her small hand on your shoulder as Harry watched your reflection.

“Hey, sugar plum.” You turned to face her, but didn’t take her from him. “Stay with Dada, okay? You gotta get dressed.”

“Darling, please don’t leave her.” Harry whined, sounding just as anxious as the baby.

“Harry, just put her clothes on, please.”

He didn’t want to argue with you, so when you walked past them to get your own clothes out and handle a few other things, Harry pressed a kiss to the baby’s cheek and headed towards her nursery.

His mind was scattered around - worrying thoughts and feared possibilities were fighting for his attention. What if something was wrong with her that they couldn’t see on the outside? Was it some sort of internal problem? The thought of his daughter experiencing pain that he couldn’t see or notice was frightening. He never wanted her to feel bad at all, let alone be unable to tell him. His hands were shaking as he grabbed a onesie and began dressing her after checking her diaper.

“M’so sorry you’re feeling bad, my girl. I hate this so much.” He told her as he pulled the fabric over her head and gently brought her arms through the holes. “God, I hope it’s just you being a bit clingy, baby, and nothing bad.”

Her eyes were locked on his face as he talked. For now, she was content.

-

There was a trace of guilt in Harry’s gut as you sat in the emergency room waiting area. He thought about the chance he’d be taking a spot from someone who actually needed it. But then again, what if his baby did need it? He couldn’t stop thinking about what could be wrong. He was holding the baby in his lap while your arm was around his neck, trying to keep him relaxed.

“Hope we brought enough Cheerios.” You said with a small laugh as the baby dug her hand into the container to grab a few pieces.

“I packed an extra bag.” He mumbled, his eyes glued to her face as she ate.

“Are you feeling okay?” You asked while bringing your hand to his chest, giving him slow circular rubs. “Your heart is racing.”

“Just nervous, baby.” He couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from lifting as the baby turned her head to look at him, that specific name always got her attention. “Hope nothings wrong.”

“Everything will be okay.” You reminded him with a kiss to his cheek. “We’ve jsut got to stay grounded, yeah? If something is wrong.. we have to be brave.. can’t freak out, okay?”

He nodded. “I know, I know.”

“You picked out a cute outfit, Dada.” You said in a cheerful voice, the baby looking at him with a grin. She was wearing a yellow onesie with a white ruffled skirt. “Pretty girl.”

“Honey, M’scared.” Harry mumbled to you.

“Don’t be, Harry. It’s okay.” It hurt you to hear him say that so fearfully, but there was nothing more you could do aside from waiting for the doctor to check her out. “She seems like a happy little bug right now, hm?”

He chuckled as the baby shoved Cheerios in to her mouth, drool slipping down her face as she tried to eat her hand. “Making a mess, sugar plum.” He said to her as she stuck her wet hand back into the container, Cheerios sticking to her hand. “Still cute as a button, though, yeah?”

The door suddenly opened across the room, making Harry perk up. He secured the baby on his lap, waiting for her name to be called. You sat your hand on his thigh, hoping to give him some comfort in this very stressful situation.

“Mathews.” The lady called out, making Harry huff and fall against the back of the chair.

“Fuck.”

“Shh, don’t say that.” You nudged his side, even though he mumbled the word you didn’t like for people, including you two, to swear around the baby.

“Sorry, m’just.. I know she looks fine but.. that doesn’t mean she’s not important.”

You were not surprised anymore at his behavior. You shook your head and gently rolled your eyes, deciding to gather up the baby’s things in case you are called next.

“You’ve got to get your nerves together, babe. Relax.”

“I can’t.” He muttered back, feeling like you were going to mock him if he kept on. “There something’s wrong with our baby.”

You squeezed his knee. “And they’ll take care of her.”

He huffed again. “I know, darling.”

“Ma ma ma.” The baby started to get fussy, which only made Harry worry even more. She reached for you, l most knocking the Cheerios to the ground but Harry grabbed them. “Ma ma!” She was getting louder.

“Come here, baby girl.” You said calmly, for Harry’s sake mostly, and took her from his lap.

She was whining, but not crying so you were thankful for that. Harry watched her closely as she laid her head on your shoulder, her eyes looking at him curiously. He gave her a smile and softly rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

“Dada’s so sorry, my love. I just want you to be better.”

You weren’t sure why she suddenly wanted you, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary. She was your child, of course she’d need you every now and then. Harry, of course, was letting this go straight to his worried mind.

“She’s okay, Daddy.. probably just a little sleepy.”

“Probably..” He sighed out, wishing he could just fix everything right now. “That’s not.. an answer.”

In order to prevent any more drama or chaos with him, you chose not to reply. He knew you were there for him, emotionally and physically. Everything was going to be okay. Deep down, he knew that, and you knew that. It was hard to keep a clear mind, and fighting or going back and forth about it isn’t going to help.

Five minutes of silence passed by. The baby was cuddled up against you, her eyes struggling to stay open. Harry was letting her hold onto his index finger, giving her up a little shake every couple moments to keep her alert. He didn’t want her to fall asleep just yet. Finally, after what felt like a century for Harry, the doors opened and a lady in pink scrubs leaned against the frame.

“Styles.”

Harry jumped up, grabbing the baby’s bag from the floor. You sighed to yourself as you stood, too, keeping the baby against your shoulder as you started to walk. Harry kept his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door. He was so antsy and nervous, fear had taken over his body completely.

“Hi, there, sweetheart.” The nurse said as the baby leaned up, her eyes curiously looking at the woman. “We’re going to get you feeling all better.”

Harry gulped at that, what if they couldn’t? The nurse gestured for you to step into a room after a few moments of walking. Harry was the last to enter, allowing the nurse to go ahead of him. He was extremely afraid of what was going to happen. You were about to sit down in one of the chairs when the woman spoke.

“Do you minding sitting on the chair here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You said with a smile as you used the metal step on the side to help you up.

“S’okay, baby girl.” Harry rushed to your side, the baby was whining a little.

“She’s okay, Harry.” You mumbled back as you got situated, opting to sit her on your lap.

The nurse gave you a smile, even she noticed Harry was being a bit dramatic. “Now, we just got another ER doctor in.. so things should be moving quicker. I’ll do some vitals on her real quick, make sure there’s nothing too extreme we need to worry about.”

“Okay, she’s normally content with these things.” You said as the lady grabbed a small sleeve to check the baby’s blood pressure. “So, i apologize if she gets fussy.”

She shook her head at you. “No worries, honey. If she does get a bit fussy that might help us out.”

Harry was sitting in one of the normal chairs now, his hands clamped together as he stared at the baby, watching her every little move. He felt like he was about to throw up.

The nurse didn’t take very long doing the vital checks. The moment she mentioned the possibility of having to do urine and blood tests, to get a better idea of what was going on internally, Harry started to panic and cry. There was nothing you could do about that, though. He was trying so hard to get his mind together, but the thought of his baby being so sick that she needed blood drawn was heart wrenching to him. It was just a suggestion that could be made, there was no set in stone decision yet. He was unable to realize that.

Once the nurse was gone, you were able to move to the chair next to him, the baby in your lap as one arm was around his shoulders. He was slumped against you, one hand covering his face and the other pressing against the baby’s stomach, making sure she was secured. He just cried for a few minutes, everything was crashing down at once and it was overwhelming.

Eventually, the doctor came to the room and took a look at the baby. He listened to your explanation of what was going on, and decided it would be best to try a few experiments.

“Alright.. so, I’m leaning towards nothing being wrong internally.” He said as he gently pushed against the baby’s stomach. She gave him a weird look and furrowed her brows, which made you smile. She had the cutest reactions. “She’s reacting to me how she should.. either she shouldn’t care or she’s like hey, who’s this guy touching me?”

You laughed quietly at his words, watching closely as the baby began to lose interest in the doctor. He pushed harder, and she was just looking around, not reacting in any bad ways. He nodded to himself and moved to her side, still pressing down to try to detect any internal pain. Nothing was happening that was out of the ordinary.

“Now, we can’t just feel the head or the brain to check. So, if you want us to do a scan on her head, we can definitely do that. But.. I think it’s just going to be some normal anxiety issues.”

You glanced over at Harry as he said that - it was the same thing you had told him several times already.

“That’s what I was assuming.” You sighed gently.

“Based on what’ve you said about how she reacts when you leave or.. her struggle to stay asleep.. I think that’s going to be our answer.”

“I want a scan done, please.” Harry said suddenly, making everyone look over at him.

The doctor rotated his stool slightly to get a better angle. “If that’s a desire you two have, we will have no issue going through with that.” The doctor said. “But first I’d like to do a few things.”

The doctor rolled the stool back, creating some distance from you. He wrote a few things down on his clipboard before sitting it aside and looking back at you.

“Alright, how about we do this. Mom, give her over to Dad and step out of the room for me. We’ll keep the door open for now. Just stand facing away from us.”

You swallowed, but nodded. There was nothing you weren’t willing to do for your baby. You got off the chair and passed her to Harry, kissing her temple softly before letting her go. You didn’t say anything to her, just walked to the door and opened it. You weren’t aware, but the baby turned her head towards you and frowned, her hand reaching out for you. It made Harry’s heart hurt - this was like torture for the baby. You were standing where half of your body was visible.

“Alright, Mom.. now go a little down the hall and I’ll shut the door.” The doctor said as he stood up and grabbed the handle.

You disappeared from the doorway and the door shut. The baby began to whine, hitting her hand against Harry’s shoulder. She was glancing around the room, trying to find you. It was making Harry’s stomach ache as he watched her - confused and unsure. He looked at the doctor, who was just watching the baby closely.

“Alright.” He stood up and opened the door, gesturing for you to come back.

The moment you did, the baby’s eyes lit up and she grinned, reaching for you. You weren’t sure if you could take her just yet, so you gave her a smile and sat down by Harry.

“Now, Dad’s turn.”

Harry gulped as looked over at you. It was all so surreal for him. Why would someone want to torture his baby this way? It was cruel, and it was a waste of time. Of course, it actually wasn’t cruel at all. Harry tended to be more dramatic when it came to the baby. She didn’t give Harry a second of her attention as he passed her to you. You sat her in your lap and let her get comfortable as Harry stood up.

At first, she didn’t realize he had even moved from beside her because she was occupied with playing with your thumb on her belly. But the second she heard the door creak open and shut, she lifted her head and looked next to her, expecting to see her father’s lap or maybe even his eyes looking at her. But there was nothing.

“Ma ma ma!” She whined out, twisting around towards you.

You didn’t say anything, just watched as she reacted to him missing. She struggled to stand up on your thighs, so you helped her up and held on to her tight. The doctor let it go on for about thirty seconds, then called for Harry to come back in.

Everything went back to normal the moment Harry sat down next to you. The baby didn’t even want him, she just needed him to be close by.

“So, when does she normally get like this? When you’re in public or around other people in a smaller room?” The doctor said as he crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the baby.

“Constantly.” Harry said, it surprised you that he actually decided to do the talking. “If I leave the room for a second, she’ll get fussy. If the two of us aren’t sitting or laying with her constantly she.. she gets upset.”

“Has this been going on a while?”

You shook your head. “Not to this extent. It started getting bad yesterday and we just.. didn’t want to wait in case it was something else.”

The baby babbled to herself as she reached for Harry’s arm. He offered to take her and she practically jumped into his hands, making him chuckle and snuggle her close.

“I’m going to safely say that there is nothing medically, internally, or dangerously wrong with your baby.” The doctor sighed, but offered you a kind smile. “She’s at the age where she’s developed a very secure attachment to her parents and.. anxiety is quite common. She may have days where it’s not as bad, and some when it’s worse. But, she’ll be okay.”

“There’s.. nothing we can do?” Harry asked with furrowed brows and a frown.

“There are pediatric medications.. but I wouldn’t suggest jumping straight onto those. Maybe give this a few weeks, months even, and if things don’t improve in any way.. see your pediatrician for further treatment.”

You took a deep breath. “And the tests? Everything was fine?”

“Yes, from the results we have already, everything is fine. We can still do a brain scan or the blood test if you’re wanting to. No harm in doing that.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. Not only is your baby okay, but Harry will be okay. He’s been so hyped up over this that you had worried he was going to lose his mind. The two of them are your favorite people in the world, and they’re finally both okay. You turned your head towards Harry, biting your tongue as you watched the baby gently pat her hand against Harry’s cheek. He gave her a grin, then smushed a kiss to her cheek, making her squeal. She was happy.

“We don’t need a scan. Thank you so much for everything.”

Harry didn’t say anything, mainly because he knew you were level headed and had this under control. He heard the doctor say nothing was wrong that could be dangerous, and that’s all he really needed to hear.

-

Harry was exhausted by the time you returned home. He had hardly slept any, and it was catching up to him. You suggested a nap after a quick lunch, which he didn’t turn out. After helping you clean up, he took the baby upstairs to change her out of her now food stained clothes, her baby food landed more on her body than in her mouth. Eventually, you made it to the bedroom where you found them under the covers, Harry’s arm around the baby as she laid on her side, curled into his chest.

“You were right, by the way.. You always know everything.” Harry said through a sigh as you pulled the covers back to slip underneath them.

You smiled, but just shook your head at him. He reached over to drape his arm over your side as you got comfortable next to the baby, not too close though - you didn’t want to smother her.

“Did you give her a bath?” You asked in a whisper as the smell of her lotion quickly took over your nose.

“No, I felt like I was rubbing her skin off when I was cleaning her up.. so I put some lotion on her.”

“You’re the best daddy in the world, y’know?” You sat your hand over his elbow, thumb rubbing his skin in a slow, circular motion. Sometimes he needed the simple things like that.

He huffed. “I freaked out.. like a psycho. I.. I should’ve known it was just..” He stopped himself, gulping gently as his eyes moved down to the sleeping baby next to him.

“You were worried, baby. So was I. There’s nothing wrong with being worried or afraid.” You reminded him, hoping that would ease his nerves - but you knew him too well.

“I lost all the common sense I had, babe. I.. it was like I was freakin’ crazy.”

Dealing with him could ware you out sometimes. Ever since the day you found out you were pregnant, he’s been struggling with anxiety and worry. He doesn’t ever want anything to happen to you or the baby, and it’s a constant thought that refuses to leave his mind.

“You were just worried about our little baby, Harry. Don’t beat yourself over this. You’re the best daddy ever.”

He let the tension go in his shoulders, but he never looked away from her. “I dunno what I’d do if anything ever happened to her.. m’so glad she’s okay.”

“I love you, okay?” You pinched his skin to get his attention.

His eyes shifted to meet yours, a soft smile came to his lips. “I know. I love you more.”

“Look at her, all warm and cozy, hm?” You laughed slightly, admiring the way she was laying.

Her legs were pulled up to her stomach, and both hands were tucked between her body and Harry’s. She was comfortable and content, to say the least. He smiled as he glanced at her, so glad that he was holding her in your bed and not in a hospital bed.

“Our little love bug.” He whispered softly, not wanting to disturb her.

“Take a nap, okay? You need it just as much as she does.”

(a/n: this is the final “part” of this concept (the baby being “sick”), but.. I am definitely willing to write more for this pairing! Should I reveal baby styles’s name in the next update?)

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[jakeyt]

Covet: Chapter 7 (Part 1 of 2)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Covet Summary:

Life was good. No, life was great. 

Was. 

Until.

Jake Kiszka crashed into the picture.

You welcomed him into your life—your home. 

Yes, he was your best friend’s twin. But, he was also the one who would end up disrupting your whole world with his attitude, his troubles, and the annoyingly natural way he lured you in. 

Jake Kiszka came with so much you really didn’t want.

At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+); allusions to ~future happenings~...and that is all i'll say (enter at your own risk); smutty smutty smut; oral sex m!receiving; unprotected p in v sex (lmk if i missed anything that is triggering to you!)

Chapter Word Count: 10.4k+

Covet Masterlist

a/n: hello, lovelies! i present to you the first half of chapter 7!

my personal life is crazy and my job is crazy (understatement). aaand the cherry on top: my dog chewed up my laptop cord this week! 🙃 that instance made my computer completely inaccessible (since i suck at keeping it charged) until today when the new charger arrived in the mail.

this is a shorter chapter than what i'm used to posting (and edited MUCH more lightly than what i’m used to), but the second half is not completely done yet!

i just felt like i needed to post something since i promised a chapter yesterday. i truly hate not keeping my word. hopefully this first part is enough to tie you over :)

ty to my sis @joshym for being a fucking amazing sister, talking through ideas w me, and proofreading for me (plus some) <3 ilysfm

and ty to @alwaysonthemend for being an a1 friend and supporting + encouraging me always. u r truly amazing & ilysm <3

(((the dream at the beginning of this chapter is alluding to something /extremely/ important that is coming in this story, and i've been dying for y'all to find out what is coming since day 1.......)))

soooo, all of this to say, i hope you enjoy the first half of chapter 7 <3

-🌼🌼🌼-

Screaming. 

So much screaming. 

In the dimness of the new dream, it seemed as though this obtuse, unintelligible screaming was coming from . . .you? 

Why did you feel swollen?

And why was everything hurting? 

There were also tears. Tears you felt coming from your tired eyes, rushing down your cheeks in steady tracks. Mass amounts of sweat exuded in hot beads from your forehead. 

You tried to reach a hand up to wipe at your soaked face. 

But the hand you were trying to move was stuck in a vice grip. 

Looking over, you tried to decipher the person holding your hand so tight. 

You were met with a familiar face, his eyebrows scrunched so tightly together. You’d seen them like that before. But now, it felt almost sacred seeing his concentration. 

In your dreamscape, you couldn’t tell what was going on, but it seemed like a long time coming. All you knew was that this was an important moment. Pieces were clicking. A hole was being filled in your broken heart.

And this man with you —he could only do so much. It was bothering him. You could tell that much. His forehead, wet with sweat, from his own stress. His lip was shiny with perspiration, too . . . 

Funnily enough, you noticed there was something else taking up residence on the handsome face you knew so well. . . 

. . . a mustache? 

Whose face was it? The dream-veil was still covering the distinction from you. . .he just felt so safe. 

It seemed the mystery man was struggling with his inability to steal the pain from you. He didn’t want you feeling it. He wanted to feel it for you. He hated not being able to help you more.

This person, you knew that he was your anchor at this moment. Your only saving grace. The only person you wanted near you. 

His long hair was pulled up. 

Then, his soft voice helped you to fully see him through the veil of your dream.

Jake. 

“You’ve got this,” he encouraged, his eyes locking with yours. His voice drenched you in relief and overwhelming comfort, in spite of your pained state. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve got this.”

But what was your current state? You couldn’t even distinguish . . .

Something in the back of your brain told you to look down. Why was there so much blood? 

And why couldn’t you see your feet? Weird.

Suddenly, a loud scream tore through you again. You felt the scream in your muscles. In your bones. Damn. You felt it—everywhere. Sweat was exuding from every pore.

Tendrils of your hair were plastered to your forehead.

But in this position, with all you were feeling, you couldn’t be bothered to push the sticky hair away from your face. It was bothering the hell out of you, though. 

This was all too much.

You didn’t need to worry long, though, because the man, now confirmed as Jake, reached up to smooth it away for you. 

Oh, he was amazing. 

But fuck—the pain. 

Another scream ripped through you—

Fuckfuckfuckshitdamnfuuuuuck!—

Suddenly, you heard something from outside of your pain. 

Your eyes flew to Jake, then to the sound. 

It was coming from somewhere else. 

Not this place. 

It was grounding. It was reassuring — a steady, secure thrumming pulling you—

Your eyes shot open. Your body was sticky with sweat—reminiscent of that in your dream. (Thankfully, there wasn’t as much as there had been in your subconsciousness.)

Mostly, you were surprised by the lack of screaming. Screaming hadn't been what’d awoken you. 

Strange.

No, it was the steadily thrumming heart below your hand, drawing you back to a safe reality. 

That was the sound. What had pulled you back. 

Jake’s warm, firm chest that held the steady beat was breathing full, sleeping breaths underneath you. 

And a strong, comforting arm around you, keeping you close. 

You took a minute to regain your current, real surroundings. 

It was peaceful. Still. 

The serenely sleeping man underneath you. 

Your body was still on top of his, the only evidence from your dream being your body, which was sticky with sweat from your exertion in the dream. But other than that, everything was just. . . calm.

Everything was calm. Everything was okay.

You felt true peace. There wasn’t underlying stress from what had happened in your sleep. 

It made you desperate to just focus on soaking up the feeling you were experiencing now. 

You heard birds singing outside. The morning sun was peeking through the small opening of his black curtains. . . 

And he was. . . Peace. Present. Real.

You had a hand laying on his chest, your cheek atop it, and the other arm, wrapped around his midsection. 

The feeling was reminiscent of the satisfying feeling of finding a puzzle piece for which you’d been searching. And finally placing it where it belonged.

You used the hand that was resting with a cheek atop it, on Jake’s heated chest, to level your chin to turn and observe him. 

His eyes fluttered behind his lids. His mouth was slightly ajar, his top row of teeth peeking slightly from behind his parted lips. You grinned at the way he had the slightest curve to his lips. . .not quite smiling, but almost. One of your favorite things about Jake’s mouth was how his top lip curled anytime he opened his mouth with a grin. And it curled just the same as he slept. 

There were steady breaths, lifting your cheek slightly. You took a closer look at his other features. His sharp nose. . .not quite the same as Josh’s. No, Jake’s was just a tad bit rounder. But still sharp. 

A handsome nose.

And. . . was that . . . A deviated septum? How was he not snoring? 

Somehow, as if on cue, the slightest snore left him. It was only momentary, and it made a grin fit to your lips. 

Your eyes flitted down, and your brain fully registered the feeling of being wrapped around his naked body. And fuck, it felt good. You took notice of how it felt to have your bare breasts pressed into his naked side and chest. It felt so right to be so close to him. To be skin to skin.

Your thigh was tucked between his, and when you moved to lay back against his chest, your thigh grazed his smooth sac. He was so neatly groomed. 

Moving your leg again, just the slightest bit, you relished in the rousing feeling of being tucked into him. You felt the muscles in Jake’s thighs react to it. His stomach tensed underneath your arm. His dick twitched against your thigh. 

You felt your entrance gather wetness, your body craving him.

A low moan came from Jake, accompanied by a deep breath through his nose and a hearty yawn, his chest rising beneath your hand. 

He was awake. 

And all of these noises he made, combined with his manhood against your leg made your heart rate increase. 

Your core ached, where it was pressed against his skin.

When you looked up to survey him, you noticed he was already looking at you. His eyes, still hazy from sleep, but taking every piece of you in, nonetheless.

Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Hi,” he quietly initiated, his voice matching the quietness of the room with a soft timbre. A gentle grin flitted across his lips.

You could feel your cheeks heat. You didn’t know how to react to him being awake. It all became too real. The situation you were in. 

Suddenly, it all came flying back to you that nothing had really been solved last night. 

You tensed the slightest bit.

This was Jake. The roommate who’d been fucking with you in more ways than one since he’d crossed the threshold of your home. 

You weren’t friends. Was he quite possibly the most sexy, fuckable man you’d ever met? Hell fuckin’ yeah. 

But this couldn’t be right. The plan you’d had before to have it be a one time thing seemed the only logical thing to cross your mind at that moment. 

Though, his eyes were begging for you, pulling you in, practically golden in the early morning sun. 

Jake wasn’t all bad. Not even close, actually. 

He’d been a hurting person. A healing person.

Recently enough, he’d shown a different, decent version of himself in little acts and things he’d say. 

His eyes sparkled in the sun, showing you little pieces of him inside. Pieces you wanted to know.

And he was, undoubtedly, someone who drew you in. 

Your mind was screaming at you. 

Why do you keep fighting this, y/n?! You heard the small voice in your head berating you. Just let yourself enjoy something for once.

But—he was, by nature, an asshole. And the most unpredictable man you’d ever met.

And you couldn’t chance Josh finding out that you’d corrupted his brother’s dream. You were not doing to be that girl. 

Though, try as a you might, a huge fucking part of you wanted to give in to the voice in your mind: savor the moment, soak it up a bit longer. Drown in him. 

Let yourself explore. Fuck it all.

You saw him reach up to your head, and brush some hair behind your hair, lazily. Sweetly. 

“Whose record player day is it?” He asked, continuing to play with your hair, making you lean in closer.

Fuck.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the sudden realization. 

Records.

The Black and Gold.

You worked today. You’d almost forgotten.

So, before you could get more comfortable, and give any of this any more of a chance in your mind, you straightened and bolted upright. 

His covers fell from your chest, and your skin goosebumped, your nipples peaking in the cool air of his room. You quickly covered yourself.

“Y/n?” He mumbled, his smooth voice still sleepy behind you as he grasped at your hip. You felt your skin tingle at his touch, your legs nearly trembling for him already. 

He was so close. Your body was reeling at him being so near to you. If only you could stay with him. 

Ignore any sensible thought.

Fuck. 

“Shit,” you muttered, lunging further into the ruffled covers, fumbling around for your phone to check the time. Then it came to you. It was definitely still sitting in your purse, where you’d dropped it on the table the night before. 

So, before you could think any better of it, you threw the covers completely off of you, bare, round ass jiggling as you ran to the dining table to grab your phone. 

Why were you hoping he’d watched the natural sway of your ass as you’d left?

What in the fuck had you let yourself do last night? You knew what. But why?

And why had you let yourself lay there and savor this morning with Jake? Why had you allowed yourself to quite literally sink into him? 

He’d been warm and welcoming, y/n, that’s why, your mind fluttered with a fluster of thoughts as it calmly spoke over you. You want him. It’s okay.

You shook your head at the thoughts, taking your phone, holding it to your chest and closing your bedroom door behind you to let yourself breathe. 

Now was not the time to consider it. 

You were trying to beat the clock to get to work.

But you needed a quick shower before you even started your day.

-🌼🌼🌼-

You had walked into the quaint little store, just in time to adjust to your surroundings before the clock struck 8 a.m., customers filtering through the door soon after, the bell chiming every time. 

But, in the quiet times of the day, your mind kept shifting to the handsome, restful man you’d left behind that morning. What had he been thinking when you left? 

Why did you have to leave? Why couldn’t you just accept the wonderful feelings tempting you?

Why did you even fucking care? 

It was not worth the time or effort. 

He’d shown his ass too many times. There were too many things to risk. 

You were glad your shift at the Black and Gold had been there to tear you away before you could consider anything else. 

As you checked out a sweet elderly couple and wished them on their way, your mind wandered to your dream. 

What had that dream been about? It was taunting you, allusive and fleeting. 

And Jake’s heartbeat, being what’d brought you back to reality. 

It just wasn’t normal in the slightest for something like that to bring you back to real life.

You were used to waking with the same blood-curdling screams you’d emit in a dream. Granted, it had been awhile since you’d even had a screaming dream. Years, really.

Why the hell had you just had one again?

Every single time in the past you had had a dream with terrible screaming, you’d awoken with the screams, too. 

But this time, your throat didn’t feel dry from waking with screams. Your mouth wasn’t open. Your body wasn’t tense.

And with how peacefully Jake had been slumbering beneath you, you’d used that as evidence that you hadn’t woken with screaming, too. 

He would’ve heard it. You were loud. 

One more thing—the screams from your dream hadn’t been like the screams from dreams past that had scared you. No, the screams from this fleeting dream had felt oddly fulfilling. 

Like you were on the cusp of something wonderfully new.

The details from the dream were quickly trickling from your mind. Like a faucet you couldn’t turn off. Not staying put like your dreams normally would. 

It was like your mind legitimately couldn’t hold onto this dream.

Huh.

All of it was honestly a very welcome change.

Since you were a little girl, you’d had extremely vivid dreams. They had a bad habit of sticking with you, haunting you more than you’d ever liked. 

“The dreams are due to your trauma, sweetie,” a therapist had tried to soothe you once as a little girl. “You use your dreams as a means to escape your sad reality,” she’d assumed. You had tried to understand the counsel the best you could as a child. And then it had gotten even deeper, the therapist delving in. “You have a deep seeded want to control things. . . I mean, understandably, honey. . .and maybe, since your dreams are something you can create and control, it is the only time you feel you have some semblance of control over what’s going on.” 

In the cushy chair across from the wrinkly counselor with bright red nail polish on her fingernails, you’d sat there, barely registering what it all meant. You had been eleven, for God’s sake. 

So, when you left counseling that day, you had just shrugged it off. It didn’t make any sense to you as an eleven year old girl. 

Your therapist had been an older woman with gray hair and kind eyes. She’d been nice enough. Your grandparents had taken you to her as a child. 

For a year. 

Religiously.

Sometimes, you and Elsie would attend together. Those were the best sessions. Other times, you two would swap therapy weeks. One week she’d go, the next week you would. 

But you hated going without her. Being by yourself, you felt totally trapped, listening to words you really didn’t understand at all. Sometimes, Els could translate some of the things the therapist said that were more difficult for you to understand. 

But sessions that got super deep? Too deep? You didn’t even care to ask Elsie. You didn’t want to. They always got pushed to the back of your mind. 

It was just plain uncomfortable. 

Back then, your dreams were much more frequent, and oftentimes turned into full-fledged nightmares. You were plagued by them. That alone had made you question your therapist saying it was a way for you to “control” things. You hadn’t felt any control in those “dreams”. 

With those dreams (or nightmares, rather), you would wake up— crying, yelling, and thrashing around. Elsie was usually allowed to stay with you on those nights. . .and she would stay, combing through your hair, shushing you, until you would calm down enough to drift back to sleep, sobs sometimes still choking you as your eyes would close, back to a shaky sleep. 

Now, as an adult, there weren’t as many nightmares as there were dreams. Some that made sense. Some that didn’t. Most of them, you remembered. 

The main theme of all of your most recent dreams had been much more enjoyable than your dreams as a child. And the most recent ones. . .all of them had been about Jake. And they were always fun.

Fucking mind blowing. 

But what in the hell had that last one been about? What was happening? Why were you screaming? The pain? And why was Jake there at all? 

He wasn’t ever there for the bad dreams. 

But had that one this morning been a bad one? You honestly couldn’t tell.

The remnants of it were leaving your headspace way too quickly for you to be able to give it much more thought, anyway.

-🌼🌼🌼-

Just as your shift was about to end, you saw a vinyl get placed on the counter, across from you. 

An Evening With Silk Sonic.

And then you saw the perfectly manicured nails that tapped against the record.

You’d know those hands anywhere. 

Your eyes flicked up to your sister’s deep blue ones. 

Rounding the counter in no time, you were hugging her tightly to you. She smelled of vanilla shampoo and her go-to Bath and Bodyworks body spray. Champagne Toast.

Damn, being away from her sucked such ass. Being close to her again felt heavenly. 

You separated from her, both of you leaning against the counter in the same way, at the same time. The store was occupied by only a few customers.

“What the fuck are you doing here, bitch?” You questioned her, laughing at the situation. What a fantastic surprise. 

Strange, you’d been thinking of her all day, and now this had happened. 

“What a shitty welcoming committee,” she giggled, too. You smiled. “Damn.” 

Going around the counter, back to the register, you eyed the clock on the wall opposite you. 

“Perfect timing, Els,” you commented, taking the vinyl to scan. You applied your employee discount, bagged it, and slid it back to her. “I’m off in like ten minutes. Also, you have this record already.”

She grinned. “Just felt like stopping by. And you are not one to judge for having vinyl dupes,” she winked. “I also might’ve gotten a text from Josh telling me of an upcoming show.”

Shock flooded you, a beam taking over your features. “Are you and Josh. . .?!”

“No,” she played with the handle of the bag. A quiet smile was on her face. Content, but obviously wanting. You knew her. “Just texting. But he asked if I’d come to this one happening tomorrow, and I figured: you only live once, it’s summer, and he’s hot as fuck. So I decided I should probably take him up on it.”

“Well, I’m a little hurt it’s not for me,” you joked. 

“Get over it, bitch. You were my first stop,” she rolled her eyes. 

“I’ll never forgive you. But I definitely support this whole Josh and Elsie thing,” you fist pumped the air. “Fuck yeah. About damn time you admit how you feel about him.”

She slapped your fist out of the air. And with a laugh on her lips, she added, “I’m going to see Grandma and Grandpa,” she grabbed her bag to go, already pushing the door to the store open. 

“Els, I get off in less than ten minutes. Just wait,” you paused. “Also, what are you gonna do? Take a fucking Uber? Just wait for me and we’ll take my car.”

She groaned with a fake exasperated sigh. “Fine. But hurry,” she slung the bag over her arm, letting the bell chime as the door shut. She checked her phone, mindlessly scrolling as she added, “By the way, I’m staying with you.”

At first, you were excited. 

And then, your heart jumped into your throat when you remembered what your sister would be walking right into.

Fuck.

-🌼🌼🌼-

You couldn’t remember for the life of you if he had rehearsal or worked tonight. Surely they didn’t have rehearsal since they’d just had a gig last night. That was practice enough for their show tomorrow. 

But he did have the occasional client on Sundays. 

As Elsie walked around one of your grandparents’ gardens with your Grandma, you stood to the side and pulled up the text thread between yourself and Jake.

A few blue bubbles on your end, with nothing from him. 

See? This is why you shouldn’t pursue him, a bothersome voice perked up in your head. The same one that always convinced you out of him. He is flaky. Can’t even respond to texts.

And still, you typed yet another text to him that would most likely be ignored, too.

It was admittedly nerve-wracking to even think about sending the text. Your chest tightened, hands getting sweaty. Dumb. You weren’t a fucking teenager with a damned crush, for God’s sake. 

You bit the bullet and sent him the text. You were an adult, dammit.

And so, the first thing you said to him since he’d fucked you into his mattress was:

You, 4:54 p.m.: Please don’t be home tonight. Find a place to go. 

Well, that was real nice, y/n, said the other voice. The one that brought reassurance to your lingering, recurring feelings for Jake. Very sweet of you.

You still couldn’t decide if that voice was the devil or the angel.

You, 4:54 p.m.: Also, don’t you dare tell a soul about what happened last night. 

And surprisingly, he texted back almost immediately. You got butterflies for God-knows-what reason. Ridiculous.

Had he been waiting for you to say something? No. Surely not.

Jake, 4:56 p.m.: Already had plans. But thanks for the instructions. Appreciate it

You growled quietly under your breath and narrowed your eyes at the screen. 

Though you didn’t want to admit it, your stomach did drop the slightest bit at him saying he had other plans. Were the plans lessons with a client? A girl? A girl client? 

Why did it matter? Ugh. Absolutely ridiculous.

You suppressed the juvenile train of thought and hastily typed back, holding tight to how he’d initially irritated you.

You, 4:57 p.m.: Are you going to fucking tell people? You better not.

Jake, 4:57 p.m.: No, y/n. I won’t tell Josh. jesus christ

You couldn’t believe him. Pouty ass. Always concerned with Josh this and Josh that. How was he so blind to even think—?!

Deciding you didn’t want to think about him, and rather enjoy time with your family, you clicked your phone off and stuffed it in your jeans pocket. 

You didn’t need to worry about him for the time being, getting a decent enough response to your initial text. 

But as you trailed after the sound of your  Grandmother’s voice, locating her and Elsie, talking about her red roses, your mind went back to wondering. . .what were his plans? 

-🌼🌼🌼-

“I swear to all that is holy if Silk Sonic doesn’t tour, I’m going to riot,” Elsie remarked as ‘After Last Night’ came on her shuffle. 

You’d since pushed away your thoughts of your texts with Jake. 

But now, this sexy song made your insides buzz. Your mind was clouded with flashes of your night ‘last night’. 

The voice at the beginning echoed the bouts of thought that’d been following you around all day, desperate for you to keep up with them. 

You’d been ignoring them all day.

You couldn’t help it when the featured woman’s voice enveloped you.

“Mmh,

Damn, I don't even know who I was last night, 

It's just somethin' about you,

You just make me feel, mmh”

Fuck. All you could see was him. His face above you, how he felt moving in you, his hair sticking to his forehead with the delicious sweat he’d exuded. 

But—thinking too much about it was a dangerous idea. 

He was dangerous. 

Better to leave it at what it was. One time.

You couldn’t deny wanting more of what happened last night, though. . .the feeling of him was addictive. He felt so damn good. . . moving his hips just right, hitting every spot possible within you. 

But, you also couldn’t fully accept that things would be okay if you did give in to the (ludicrous) idea of more. 

He was a jerk. And you couldn’t risk what Josh would think if he ever found out. Distracting his brother from his dream.

But dammit, the memories—shiiiit. If they weren’t tugging at you, tempting you. . .

The deep, brown irises that had looked so intimately into yours as he’d taken you. Your tight body welcoming him in, his room filled with combined whimpers and moans. 

Your sister interrupted your thoughts with a deep sigh, followed by your usual shared sentiment about Bruno Mars. “Bruno can have me any fuckin’ way he wants. I will leave the door open, okay?”

But you were barely registering what she said, because your thoughts were finally giving way to being improperly preoccupied with your fucking roommate.

You’d done so well distracting yourself all day with the thoughts of your faded dream, work, Elsie, and your grandparents. . .but now that this song was on. . .

Your mind could only linger in the one place it wanted most of all. 

Damn, he’d been incredible last night. Fuck, you thought, your body feeling alert and ready for him, all over again in this moment. The best I’ve ever, ever had.

He’d known exactly what he was doing. . .a fucking pro.

Your clit throbbed at the mere thought of how he’d felt licking at you, lapping up your release. . .

The things he’d said. 

“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Let me have it.”

“I was fucking the mattress because I loved getting to tongue fuck the hell out of your perfect pussy.”

Fucking hell.

And then, when he’d been deep inside of you, stretching you out. . .

“So fucking tight.”

You crossed your legs, needing to control yourself in the presence of your sister. The friction of your jeans making it worse. Shit.

Then Jake’s smooth voice invaded your brain again. 

“I love this fuckin’ view of you, y/n,” he’d groaned, you could still feel the way his breath hit your shoulder, his dick throbbing inside. “And the way you feel like this—goddamn.”

And then there were the soft things. . .the things he’d done and said that had totally made you feel like a girl with a little crush. The comments that made your tummy flutter.

“You are so fucking beautiful, y/n. Dammit,” he’d said it with awe in his velvety tone. His voice had even hitched on his next words. “This is— you are . . .,” he’d shaken his head, and he hadn’t ever been able to come up with the words. 

You went back to that moment — where you’d been totally exposed to him, your wet center wrapped around him, his gaze not able to leave your heaving body. Vulnerability had never been your strong suit, but in that moment, more vulnerable than ever to him. . . It had been okay. 

And in this moment, reeling at the thought of it all, you felt prepared to be that opened to him a thousand times over. 

Shit. 

And finally, there’d been after. . .

“Wanna see your face,” he’d sighed, rubbing at your shoulder, ready to see you after positively fucking ruining you.

Your skin heated, thinking back on the intimacy of the moments shared.

And afterwards, snuggling into him, you had decided so many things. The main thing being that you wanted him more than just that one time. 

Why had you tried to convince yourself this morning that you couldn’t—?

And why were you still being a bitch to him over texts? Why were you insistent on not giving it a chance? 

He’s a dick, y/n, the annoying, sensible voice echoed at you. And Josh would never forgive you. 

Fuck. You were tired of the inner battle.

A hand against your shoulder, shaking you, brought you back to reality. 

Holy shit. How had you escaped so fully? 

“Earth to my fucking sister!” Elsie continued to move you, her hand grasping your arm. 

You slapped her hand away. “Jesus fuck, Elsie,” you snapped at her, looking at your arm after she released it. “You’re going to leave fingerprints! Dammit.” 

You were being dramatic, you knew this. She hadn’t gripped you that hard. But you were, admittedly, embarrassed you’d been so gone. 

So you’d get onto Elsie instead of focusing on yourself and your sexy, fuckass roommate. 

“Oh, shut the hell up, Little Miss Drama Queen,” she punched your shoulder. At your squeaky ‘ow!’, she just rolled her eyes. “You were literally absent. Nowhere near this car. La La Land. Just trying to get you the fuck back. I was talking to you.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes back at her to mask your flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry. Just out of it.”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“Mom?”

“No.”

“Did Grandpa say something mildly offensive to you when we were there just now?”

You laughed at that. He was definitely more than only mildly offensive. But it wasn’t him. Not even close. 

“No.”

“Jake?”

Your silence answered for you. Shit. 

Speak, y/n, speak!

How did she know?!

“What the fuck did he do now?” She sassed, glancing sideways at you for a few seconds. 

Looking away, you dodged any of her accusing peeks. Needed to divert her. . .move on from her assumptions. Cover up the silence.

“Nothing,” you shifted down in your seat, your feet going up on the dash. “I didn’t even say it was him.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You looked out the window, pretending to be otherwise distracted. You hummed. 

“When did Bruno spark your interest again?” You poked back, working to make her argue about something that wasn’t Jake related.

She scoffed. “As if he ever stopped sparking my—hey! No!” She scolded, smacking your arm lightly. 

“What?!” You played dumb, rubbing your arm. “I just thought with you buying another record and with us listening—“

“Stop trying to distract me!” She clucked, stopping at a red light and turning the music down. You felt her eyes burning into the side of your skull as you stared out the windshield, now. “You little fuckin’ weasel. Don’t avoid the conversation.”

You huffed a dramatic breath. There were two drastically different parts of you feeling things right now. 

One that wanted to tell Elsie absolutely everything, because you knew she’d be the voice of reason you so desperately needed. 

And the other part that wanted you to be fair to what you’d asked of Jake. . .which would be to not tell her anything at all. 

You were also not looking forward to the shit she’d give you if you were to bare your heart to her about this. 

(Because, either way, you had a feeling you knew exactly what she’d say.)

“Elsie, it’s really nothi—.”

“Did you fuck him?”

Shit. 

Your heart was racing. 

Fuck. What would you say? 

What would you do now?

And how did she do this shit?! She’d always been able to read you like a damn book.

You swallowed thickly.

And once again, you let your silence answer for you. 

If you didn’t actually say anything, you weren’t technically telling her. . .right?

The light changed to green and minutes passed. 

It was slightly awkward. Neither of you said a word until she pulled into a parking space at your complex. 

Instead, she’d simply turned up the music in response to your silence. 

And that was unlike her. Normally, she’d have something to quip back, right away. You weren’t used to her silence.

You were freaked out.

So, as you walked up the steps to your apartment, you decided you’d be an adult, and be the first person to say something. 

“What do you want for dinner?” You asked, almost absentmindedly as you opened the door. 

Better to act oblivious. Maybe it would go away. 

She followed you in, meandering about, not acknowledging your question for a few minutes. 

You tried again, muttering her name in question, “Els?”

She got up from her crouched position to pet Stevie, and when she rose, she looked you square in the eyes with a look that could only be described as pure irritation. Her eyes were blazing. 

“What?” Elsie snapped, turning her back to you, hair swishing around her shoulders, then taking her bag to your room. Following her, you saw her plop her bag on the ground next to your bed. She hopped onto it, her feet dangling as she sat there, her eyes downcast. “Why didn’t you want to tell me?” She sounded sad, it made your heart lurch the slightest bit. And then her voice fired up again with her next question. “And why the fuck do you always act like a little puppy that’s been kicked when Jake comes up? What’s wrong with you?”

You couldn’t mask your offense. 

“What’s wrong with me?!” You choked. “Why are you acting like this?”

She squeaked, her mouth gaping. “Why am I acting like this?! Why have you been so turned off to the idea of Jake since he came into the picture?”  

“Oh, I definitely haven’t been turned off.”

It just slipped out. Shit. 

“Ha!” She leaned forward, her elbows on her thighs as she leveled you with a stare. “Then why are you trying so damn hard to deny it?” 

You decided it was pointless to reject that you’d said it. Better to just own it. She was the only person you could talk to about this, anyway. 

And you needed to talk about it. 

You momentarily felt bad for Jake that you’d closed him off to talking about it when you were about to let yourself. 

He just couldn’t be trusted to not tell the wrong person . . . Aka his twin. The last person who ever needed to know. 

Deciding you didn’t need to worry about it, you continued. 

“I just can’t pursue it, Elsie. . .we’ve talked about this,” you sighed, going about taking off your jewelry, placing it delicately where it went every night. Except last night. 

You changed out of your jeans and short sleeved button down, and into a pair of smaller comfy shorts and an oversized crop top, revealing the sliver of skin at your hips. Elsie’s eyebrow lifted at your choice in clothing, the lack of material covering your ass. Your eyes set firmly as you glared at her. “Shut up. I wear this kind of shit all the—.”

“Trying to impress your roommate with that ass?” She smirked with her question. 

You rolled your eyes, flushing at being caught in your little game you’d caught yourself playing recently. You liked him looking at you.

Yes, but you don’t need to know that, you thought. 

But she didn’t stay on it for long when she hopped off the bed to most likely dig in her bag for her own comfy clothes. When she pulled out leggings and a crop top, your suspicions were confirmed. She shut the door to your bedroom before she started changing, she smirked. “I don’t want Jake to see me naked, thank you very much.” Once fully changed, she went to put her hair up in a claw clip. You went to quip back, but she started speaking before you could. “You’re changing with the door open, for God’s sake. How many times have you sexed him up to feel comfortable enough to do that, y/n?” 

You scoffed with an eye roll, putting your own hair up in a clip. “First of all, he’s not going to be here tonight. That’s why I changed with the door open,” you pulled a couple tendrils out to frame your face. Your thoughts pulled to the idea of seeing Jake with his hair up. . .now that was a thought. You just knew he’d look so good. “And secondly, we have only. . .done it once.”

“Done it?” She guffawed. “Oh my God, y/n. . . what is it about this man that makes you sound and act like a fucking teenager?” 

Putting two hands against your face to cover it, you moaned in aggravation because now she had noticed how he made you act like a fucking school girl. Why did he have you down so bad? 

“I don’t know!” You went to sit on the ground and lean against your bed. Bringing your legs up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them. Your chin sat atop your knees, eyes following Elsie as she took her own jewelry off and threw it in her bag. She joined you next to your sulking form, positioning her body to be facing towards you, crossing her legs. “What do I do, Elsie?” 

“Before we get into all of that, I have to ask. . . why are you being so melodramatic?” She inquired, seeming genuinely curious. “You’re making it this giant thing when it doesn’t need to be.”

Why were you making it so big? By doing that, you were giving whatever the hell this predicament was —giving Jake—way more power than necessary. 

“I don’t know.”

She squinted at you, her patience obviously wearing thin. “Okay, I’m going to need more than ‘I don’t know’ over and over again. I can’t work with that. Let’s start with the bare bones: do you think he’s cute?”

You literally cackled at that. 

“Really? Do I think he’s cute? That is such a juvenile way to—.”

“Well, you’re acting like a juvenile, so fair’s fair. Childish question for someone acting like a child.”

“Jesus. Ouch,” you responded, feeling slightly hurt. But you couldn’t deny seeing her point for exactly what it was.

She rolled her eyes. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

You decided you’d give her exactly what she wanted. 

“Firstly, have you seen him?! He’s more than fucking cute, Elsie,” you dazed off, thinking of him. His Amber-brown eyes, his tanned skin, his flowing chestnut locks, and that handsome, sharp nose you’d admired when you’d woken up. And his body. . .fuck. “He’s fucking enigmatic. . .entrancing. . .a sex god. . .,” You lost yourself in the thought of him. The way he walked with so much purpose, how confident he looked on every stage he graced. . .and how all of that upheld in the bedroom. How he—

“Oh damn. . .he’s that good?” She could’ve been eating fuckin’ popcorn with how invested she was in this conversation. “Also, glad you’re not blind. He’s sexy as hell.” 

You grinned, looking into the flecks of light filtering into your room with the evening sun. All of the things from last night. . .you felt them overwhelming your brain to help you explain. “He’s more than good. He is the perfect amount of rough and soft. . .he shows he cares about pleasing you with how purposeful—how intentional he is with every damn movement of his hips. . . And he just knew exactly where to hit inside—.”

“Oookay,” she put a hand up to stop you. Your eyes snapped up to her, realizing you’d lost yourself in thought. Your cheeks blushed of their own accord. “I’d love to hear the details, but also . . . Damn. I’ve never seen you so gotten.”

“Gotten? What is this, a Jane Austen novel?” You mocked, covering up how you’d let yourself get away. Absently, you wiped the heel of your palm against the corner of your mouth. You’d literally started drooling. 

Embarrassing. 

“Um, yeah, might as well be,” she raised a brow, smug. “And the Fifty Shades of Grey version at that.” 

“We’ve only had sex once, Elsie,” you reminded. “And it didn’t involve any of that BDSM shit. I’d rather not be compared to that novel, by the way. There are much better books with much better smut.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she nodded. Her lips curled like the Grinch. “And it sounds like you could write your very own at this point, bitch.”

“Stop,” you shoved her shoulder. “It’s not even. . . It’s not anything. It shouldn’t happen again anyway. I need to just forget about it.”

All of that was a fucking lie. You wanted it to happen again. You never wanted to forget about it. 

And it definitely wasn’t nothing.

And Elsie knew it. She growled, shifting up, standing from the ground. Her fists were curled. “Stop being a fucking idiot, y/n! Stop lying to yourself!”

“Idiot?! I’m not being—.”

She held up a finger to stop you. And you weren’t about to say any more. She looked determined to get her piece said. 

“And it does mean something. You need to stop sulking and just have regular incredible sex with him,” she placed her clenched fists on her hips, her icy blue gaze penetrating your most stubborn thoughts. “Dammit, sis. Why are you being so obtuse about this?!” 

You shrunk back, thinking of all she said. Your chest tightened. “There’s just so much at stake,” your regular thoughts invading. “And he’s inconsistent as hell.”

“Is the possibility of what Josh would think still holding you back? Because who says he has to know? Just keep it between the two of you,” she tucked a loose hair behind her ear, a twinkle in her eye with her smirk. “And me.”

You scoffed. “You’re the idiot,” you remarked, pushing yourself up to stand and lean the backs of your thighs against the bed. Crossing your arms, you gave her a look at the mess inside your mind. “And yes. I cannot chance him finding out. . .knowing what he’d think. I wouldn’t want him to think any differently of me. I’m also stuck on not letting this get in the way—.”

“Get in the way of his dream, yada yada yada . . . On that same bullshit,” she leveled you with a straight stare. “You know what I think of all that.”

“Yes, I do. But what if he does take it too far at some point? What if he lets his emotions become involved and it turns into more than what it is?” Well that was a new fear unlocked. And another was hurtling towards you. “What if I let the sex become more than sex?”

“Then you cut it off,” she reasoned, crossing her own arms. “Be friends with benefits. Don’t let feelings get involved. Have fun with it. . . Friends with benefits can be the best solution for two people dealing with stress,” a lightbulb went off in her head. “And when you’re friends with benefits, you don’t have to be consistent. So he’s good there.”

But what if you wanted him to be more consistent? 

The nagging voice in your head came to life suddenly. No, y/n, you don’t care about that. Quit it. 

You shook your head, ignoring it. “We aren’t friends,” you corrected. 

“Even better.”

“And what am I stressed with?” You asked, knowing every single tiny thing that had been lurking in your mind as of late. 

School. What you were going to do with life after school. Your mother. 

And, of course, your gorgeous roommate. 

But right now, it seemed awfully appealing to just drown it all out with sex. . . Toe-curling, back arching sex with said roommate.

“Something apparently,” she cut through your thoughts. “I don’t know what all is haunting your every thought, but it can’t be fun to live with. And I think letting yourself have something you want—which is obviously Jake’s dick—.”

“Elsie!”

“What?! You do! Let me finish,” she continued. “Letting yourself have something you want would be enough to ease some tension. Just give in. Don’t add one more thing to your plate to stress about when you could just let loose. Have fun while you’re still young and in college. It’s not as easy once it’s all over.” 

Your eyes widened, as if she’d unlocked something in your brain. You were only young once. 

The idea felt a little more acceptable. 

The idea of just fucking him. Just enough to ease stress. Nothing more. 

It would feel divine to let loose.

You craved it. You needed that release.

And you only wanted it from him.

How did Elsie do that? Just flip a switch and make you consider something? 

She is the only person in your entire life that you quite literally trust with everything, that’s how, the sweet voice in your thoughts reminded you. She’s never let you down.

And so you decided.  

“It really wouldn’t hurt anything, you think?” 

“Not if you cut things off before you’re more than just friends—excuse me, not friends— having sex,” Elsie reminded. She added with annoyance, “Since you seem so set on a relationship distracting Jake from his dream, that’s what you’d have to do,” her voice softened. “Sex isn’t going to distract him. In fact, it may inspire him even more. Just look at it as you doing him—and yourself— a major service.” 

“How do I make sure he knows it can’t go any further than sex?” 

And once again, her stare flattened. Damn. Her being annoyed with you was becoming a recurring theme. 

“Just. Fucking. Talk. To. Him,” she started walking towards your door, twisting the knob to open it. She looked back at you, with a stern look. “Let him in. Be open to the idea of letting him in just a little more. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

And for the first time since he’d moved in and uprooted everything in your godforsaken life, you felt reassured. 

Felt okay with what you’d wanted from him for a very long time.

-🌼🌼🌼-    

It was late when your eyes flicked open. You were still sprawled on the couch, where you and Elsie had crashed while watching Friends. 

You blinked into the darkness, only lit up by the blue hues of the television. 

Elsie was snoring at the other end of the couch, your feet tangled together under a fluffy blanket. The pizza box from the pizza you’d decided to order (and devoured), still laying out on the coffee table.

Before long, you knew what’d awoken you. The overwhelming need to pee was pushing against your bladder. 

Still half asleep, you clambered up from the couch, careful not to wake your sister. You glanced at the bright green lettering displaying the time on the microwave.

2:38 a.m.

Shit. You couldn’t even remember when you two had fallen asleep. 

When you got to the bathroom, you were caught off guard.

Was that water running? Had Elsie left the sink on? 

You scrunched your brows, twisting the knob and pushing the door open to find the sink was on. 

But also finding a very naked Jake using said sink. His long wet hair sticking to his damp skin. 

Heat immediately flooded to the bottom of your belly and between your thighs. 

You couldn’t help but admire his physique. Right there in front of you. His broad shoulders, looking freshly tanned and freckled from the sun. His waist begging to have your arms wrapped around it. 

And his thick cock, impressive even when soft. 

Damn this man. 

But—

“Why are you home?!” You started with an edge in your tone, for no reason whatsoever. You didn’t fucking care that he was home. In fact, you wanted him here. There was no reason to question.  

He was brushing his teeth, so he didn’t respond, instead his dark eyes connected with yours in the mirror. He raised a brow, seeming to challenge your words. 

Your body reacted to his facial expression. Your tummy erupted in butterflies.

“Don’t lift your damn eyebrow at me,” you said quietly, letting your feet guide you further into the muggy room, closing the door softly behind you. 

Jake eyed you curiously in the mirror, looking slightly surprised at what you were doing. But before too long, his gaze became sultry, luring you in further. He turned towards you, locking his deep brown irises with yours. Then, he raised his brow again, playing with you. 

In the back of your mind, all you could hear were Elsie’s words:

Let loose.

So, without really thinking—more-so giving into the moment—, you sank to your knees in front of him.

You could play with him, too. 

As if he knew what you were getting ready to do, he was already half-hard by the time you were holding him in your hand. 

Your hand gripped him softly, feeling him. How soft the skin was, stretched over his pulsing member. His pink head, equally as soft, already produced glistening precum. 

Running a thumb over the slit at the tip, you spread the release over his entire tip. Jake’s hips twitched towards you at that, and you heard a moan emit from the back of his throat.

A hand combed through your hair and tightening it in your locks to indicate he needed you to pause. You peered up at him, seeing him nod toward the sink. You stopped your movements, but kept your hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing a time or two as you let him spit and rinse in the sink. 

Jake’s lids closed, head lolling back. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed in pleasure, wiping his mouth with the washcloth he’d placed next to the sink. 

You continued your teasing movements and pulled another close-mouthed groan from him, the sound making wetness gather between your legs. 

And before long, he was turning all the way around, letting the backs of his thighs hit the front of the bathroom counter. He let his open palms rest on the countertop, his thighs tense and ready for you to continue. 

Looking up to see his face again, you saw him nod down at you, in your direction this time. 

“Keep going,” he commanded in his low tone.  

Your skin heated, and you had to push your thighs together as you went back in. Your hands stayed on the tops of your clenched thighs. 

You added your mouth this time, closing your lips around the top half of his pretty cock to savor him with a moan that vibrated around his thickness. He jerked his hips towards you harshly. 

“Shit,” he groaned. 

You went further down his shaft, letting your wet mouth envelop him almost entirely, then you slid back up, letting your tongue smooth along the underside of his dick. When you made it back to his tip, you curled your tongue to trace the crease at the base of his head.

He shuddered, a hand finding your hair again. You went to grab his thigh with one of your hands to steady yourself, the other hand grasping at his smooth balls. You felt more wetness gather at your thighs at how incredibly groomed he was. 

You’d never been with someone who paid such close attention to taking care of himself.

Massaging his balls in your hand, you held tightly to his thigh as your mouth made its way back down his length. This time, you went all the way to the end, your mouth just barely connecting with his tanned and toned stomach. The muscles there clenched as you felt his tip connect with the back of your throat. 

You felt tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, but didn’t gag as you showed him one of your most secret party tricks. 

He tensed more, and you felt the hard muscle of his thigh tighten impossibly beneath your hand. 

“Fuuuuuck, y/n. How —? Your mouth—your fucking throat—shiiiit. . .,” he practically whined out, shifting his hips up so his cock smoothed ever-deeper down your waiting throat. You sucked on him the best you could from your position, your wet mouth tightening around him. He whimpered, a sigh leaving his mouth. “Feels so fucking—mmm,” he tangled a hand in your hair once more, bringing you closer into him.

You glanced up to admire what he looked like at that moment. His head was tossed back and all you could see was his glistening throat, his drying hair sticking to it. The columns of his throat were strong, bulging as he continued to give tiny little thrusts, replying to the hold you had on him with your mouth and throat. 

But when he glanced down, his hooded lids revealed hungry eyes, the blacks of his pupils covering almost his entire iris. . . You realized you wanted—no, needed— more.

So, as much as you could handle this, you decided in order to use your tongue on him, and taste him like you wanted, you had to readjust. 

You used the hand on his thigh to trail up to his hip and gripped him there, releasing a noise to let him know you were moving. You slid your mouth back down him, his tip nudging against your uvula as it left its tight, cozy spot at the top of your throat. 

The sound that came from him was a combination of a sigh, a gasp, and a whine. 

Shit. 

Your body’s reaction to his sounds, the feeling of him gliding on your tongue. . .it made moisture gather on the insides of your thighs, still pushed tight together. 

You were feeling all of the effects of the situation. It was fucking glorious. Having him at your mercy, snug in your mouth. 

You rubbed your thighs together the best you could to create the friction you needed, your arousal slick between them.

You released the smallest cry from your mouth, the sound muffled around his hardness. It felt good to relieve some of the tension. But you needed more.

Fuck. You loved getting to hold him in your mouth, but. . .

Your pussy was aching for him.  

As if reading your thoughts, before you knew it, your mouth was being pulled the rest of the way from Jake’s hard dick. His hands used their place in your hair to gently remove you. 

Once he’d removed himself from your mouth, Jake yanked you up by your armpits. He held your sides and once again surprised you with his strength when he lifted you to sit atop the sink.

It was so reminiscent to your night in the bathroom last week, but this time. . .fuck— it was about to be so much better.

He tapped the slightest bit against your hip, and you knew what it was he wanted. You lifted your hips, quickly sashaying out of your thong and small pair of sweatshorts you’d absolutely worn in the hopes he’d see you in them. 

Being caught by Elsie earlier had made you fully realize that it was something you’d started doing absentmindedly within the past month. You fucking loved it when you’d catch him looking at you. . .the fleeting glances he’d think you didn’t see. 

His little peeks at the curve of your ass, peeking out from the hem of your shorts.

Finally, you took off your oversized cropped T-shirt, revealing to him your lack of bra. And his dark pupils overtook the entirety of his chocolate irises.

Your nipples hardened even more under his wanting stare.

“I take my bra off when I go to sleep,” you added, for no reason whatsoever. You were obviously still tired (and a little bit nervous), saying nonsense. “You didn’t need to know that, sorry.”

He grinned, his eyes softening the slightest bit. “I like knowing little things like that about you.”

Your insides became mush at his words for some reason, your arousal peaking. 

He placed one hand on your breast, massaging the soft flesh in his palm. You both looked down at it, admiring the way it looked as he held it. The feeling of your hardened nipple rolling against the palm of his hand was almost too much. You bucked up into the air. 

So, sensing your need, he released your breast and moved the same hand to momentarily hold and caress your cheek. Your lusty gazes entwined, seeing each other. 

He was so handsome. 

And lately, you’d come to realize that you felt truly seen anytime he was looking at you.

This moment was soft, his other hand going to grasp your hip, holding you in place. He nudged between your wet folds with the head of his dick, waiting on you. You shifted your hips to welcome him.

Then, without any more warning, he slammed into you, your ass shifting on the porcelain of the sink in the counter. You’d totally forgotten about your sister in the living room and released a loud yelp, followed by a pleased moan at the feeling of him.

Filling you up so well.

He shushed you, then pressed his mouth to yours to take in your satisfied, hungry sounds. His tongue entered your mouth, swallowing up every noise you made. 

He stayed inside you, pounding into you relentlessly, hitting every spot he somehow just knew existed. Your whines were persistent, barely able to be covered by his mouth. 

So, when he came up for air, he placed his warm hand over your mouth, careful to not cover your nose. You sighed sadly at not being able to elicit the noises he brought out in you. You didn’t know why, but it felt right to be loud with him. The way he fucked you—the action itself demanded you be loud. 

When you locked eyes with his pretty brown ones, yours were begging and desperate to let him hear you. He acknowledged you with an, “I know,” right before you rutted your hips up to meet his, and he met your movement with one of his own, harder. You whined behind his hand, biting at the flesh. He bit his lip, his eyes darkening. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I wanna hear you. But your sister is in the other room. We need to be quiet.”

Oh. You blanched at that. You hadn’t necessarily forgotten about her, but everything outside of this bathroom had ceased to exist when you’d walked in and seen him bare ass naked.

You weren’t ready to be done with this, but you knew it wasn’t proper etiquette to be in here, fucking your roommate, with someone on the next room. 

Even though you wanted to just say ‘fuck it’, him reminding you of Elsie also reminded you of your urge to pee. And you really weren’t prepared for her to catch you in the midst of the act. 

You’d never live that down. 

“Then finish the fuck up so I don’t have to worry about it,” you decided to sass in response, rocking your hips in little figure eights to entice him. “Finish it.” 

Jake’s features quickly shifted from soft and understanding to something much darker, making your pussy get even wetter around his thick shaft.

His head bent back a bit, his stern eyes staying firmly on you. “One of these days, you’ll learn that you don’t always get to call the fucking shots.”

Your heart raced at his words, chest rising and falling with labored breaths. But you weren’t about to let him have the final say. 

“If you want to finish fucking me, you have five minutes,” you said, not meaning the words in the slightest. “So hurry,” rock. “The fuck,” rock. “Up.”

And with your last word, he met your thrust harshly with a growl from low in his throat. Your head flew back, his hand going flat, just in time, against the mirror so you’d hit the back of his hand instead of the glass.

You bit your lip to mask a whine at the sensation of his tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot.  

With every jut of his hips, you saw stars. The feeling of his sharp, purposeful thrusts, your head hitting his hand with each one. He’d slide almost all the way out, and then all the way back in. 

Your lip was near bleeding with how hard you were biting into it. 

And suddenly, you felt the familiar unwinding of the tight ball in your stomach, letting way to your sweet relief of release. 

It was spiraling towards you. . .his thrusts never let up, his hard cock never leaving you all the way. 

You were not ready for it to be over. But with one final, purposeful rut of his hips, his tip connected especially hard with your secret spot and you felt the ball unwind. You pinched your eyes shut, throwing your head back, your legs tensing, as your back arched. You instinctively went to wrap your quivering legs around his hips to hold him to you as it washed over you.

All you saw were bright, blinking stars against a black sky. And Jake. So much Jake. 

“Fuck!” 

His voice snapped you out of your trance, along with him tapping earnestly at your thigh, and quickly you let him untangle himself as you knew what was coming. 

And as soon as he’d pulled his throbbing cock out of you, he was grabbing the washcloth that was still on the counter, sitting next to you, making a mess of his cum into it. 

You were still too out of it to look at his face as he came, your fucked out daze locking you in on watching how his pretty dick pulsed against the towel, releasing. Your lip was still being held between your teeth in a tight grip, observing this sexy display in front of you. 

When he finished taking care of himself, wiping off into the towel, you snapped out of watching him. The need to pee, nudging at your bladder again with a vengeance.

You shoved him away from where he was standing in front of you. 

“Okay, now leave,” you continued to push him to the door. “I have to pee.” 

And, shockingly, without protest, he was gone. His brown eyes had been blissed out, a soft smile on his features as he flitted out. 

When you were finally sitting on the toilet, feeling the relief you’d needed so desperately from your bladder, you sighed happily. 

I could get used to this regular sex with Jake thing, you thought, a satisfied smirk settling on your lips. 

Then, as you washed your hands over the sink Jake had just fucked you on, an idea came to you. 

And maybe some rules will keep us in line. Rules will help. They always help. 

-🌼🌼🌼-

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[eeboshmeebo]

[🌿Honeysuckle Heartthrob🌼]

[Male reader x Neito Monoma, pt.2 of ​​​​{P.A.T.A.}]

:3 @jyohan (again)

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"Heyyyyy Monoma~!"

"Hmmph, hey there..."

No matter what he did, his... his... he didn't know what they were to each other at this point even if he had his arms wrapped around his opponent's neck and was pinching his cheeks.

Neito didn't protest like normal when his face was nuzzled against. All the little touches, the words and gifts.

"...you're quieter than normal. Earth to Neito- ow!- okay, no first name basis yet."

He had squeezed one side of his confessor's face harshly, though he had blushed from the sudden use of his first name. He didn't know why he had become so thick-skulled that he didn't know that his confessor was in love with him the entire time to even notice his normal behaviors! Seriously, how could he-

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You pressed a light kiss to Neito's cheek. Seems like he remembered your confession, resulting in him being quite clingy and appearing very often during the week. Interrupting your breaks, 'coincidentally' finding you alone after splitting off from your friends, getting all touchy like this... it was a nice change.

You smiled as he almost pulled away but decided to stay close to you and pulled on a bit of your hair. He was trying to be annoying, but to you, it was just endearing.

"So... you only stay quiet like this if you want to tell me something, Mo-no-ma."

The look on his face always made you smile no matter what face he had. Even the ones where he was hysterical and everyone else was either holding you back from jumping him or staying a safe distance away. Back to the current situation, though, where you and him were in the school garden.

...

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"Did you mean it?" He asked, pulling away but his grip on your clothes was tight. He wanted to know if this was real, if the thing he heard and the things he noticed were all genuine.

"Mean what? The thing I said at the arcade?"

Neito hesitated. He wasn't sure if he had the courage to say it back because in all reality, he wasn't ready for it. Or the kiss... he touched his lower lip, now reminded of that kiss filled with tongue and the small bite at the end.

"Yeah, I love you, Neito Monoma. I don't joke around with stuff like that."

"Eep!" He squeaked before fully pulling back, leaning against a viny fence with white sweet-smelling flowers. Even though the sound was undignified, he let it out anyways in his flustered state along with the whimper that came out when he was pinned to the fence with two hands on the side of his head.

"This is how the guys in manga did a kabedon, right? Oh well, even if I screw up, I want to ask you for something very important."

He was being looked down on, but it wasn't a condescending way of being looked down upon. It was more like a... uh, he couldn't think right now and his cheeks felt really hot, but maybe it was a pleading gaze?

"Do you love me, too..?"

It sounded vulnerable. He sounded vulnerable, which was odd but it touched Neito's heart just like he was touching Neito's face tenderly.

"I..."

All of the memories of the things they did together flashed back to him. He only hesitated for a moment.

"Yes, I love you too."

He grabbed a hold of your face and pressed a kiss against your lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he immersed himself in the scent of honeysuckles, the taste of your lips, and the warmth of your touch.

You kissed back eagerly after a few seconds of stunned stillness. He'd ask himself why you loved him later, right now he was going to be fully enjoying being the one taking the initiative this time.

The flowers seem to have bloomed even more when he pulled back, gasping for air as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

"I love you so much, Neito..."

...and this time, along with the many others time that will soon come afterwards, he couldn't bring himself to get fussy over the use of his first name.

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A confession of love and a blooming, sweet relationship scented with honeysuckles.

[cybersteal]

This is the OC fairy 🌼🧚‍♀️ When you get this in your ask box, please tell us three facts or trivia about one of your OCs, then pass it on to someone else 🩷 Let's learn about each other's OCs! 💛💐 (no pressure to do this if you'd rather not!)

took my sweet time answering this sorry bb 😘😘

we'll obviously be talkin about my hot mess, Viceroy today!

BEWARE mention of drug-use.

Starting off strong - the teardrop tattoos he has aren't just for show. When he was 19, he did time in an NUSA prison for beating a townie half to death for harassing his younger sister. Already an addict, he got his hands on some synthcoke in prison that was laced with fentanyl - he survived, but it was a close thing. He confronted the guy who sold it to him and made his opinion of the way he treated his customers known by crushing him with a dead-lifting bar stacked with weights. When the seller's partner confronted him in the prison laundry, he stuffed the man into the huge industrial washing machines and let it run. He spent about 2 years total in prison before being released at age 21. Ya boy's a felon! ✌️😌

Vice had two siblings - one older half-brother, Marquis, and a younger sister, Duchess. If you've noticed a trend with their names being titles of nobility, that's by design! Their mother liked the theme, and even got her kids signet rings with their first initials on them; that's what Vice's 'V' ring is. 👑💍

He has an uncanny ability to be able to accurately guess the time to within a 5 minute margin of error based on 'vibes'. For a long time he didn't have any cyberware, or a phone, to tell him the time, (and he broke any watches he wore roughhousing and tinkering with his junker) and when it was cloudy or raining there was no sun to help estimate either. 🤔⏰ thank you for the ask! I've shared a fair bit of his lore on discord but still haven't taken the time to make a proper bio or anything, oops. maybe one day i'll sit down and bang one out but i'm the kind of person who makes a whole-ass annotated timeline with barely a fuckin moment bare and i struggle to pick just the really important parts for bios and tend to go off on tangents (thanks, ADHD 😭)

[genevieveskingdom]

I had a dream...

...Last night about the Minister of Spring and Pixie Hollow 🧚🏻✨🪻🌱🌼🌷🌿

I was a part of a research group full of people who were doing something in vast terrain. Maybe we went to the nature only for a walk, who knows. What's important was the fact that we went to a forest. And after a while we reached crossroads in that forest. One road was quite normal, leading to a regular human world, but in the second part of the forest, fairies were flying, laughter was heard, gentle bells were echoing underneath the trees...

"Look!" I shouted at the group. "There are fairies!" But they ignored me, they didn't even turned their heads, they just followed blindfoldedly the normal path.

I left them be. And went straight to the pixie world. The more to the depth I walked, the more I understood - I was at the Spring Valley! The same place where Tinkerbell messed up the preparations for spring!

The first fairy I met and whom I saw in bright colours was Rosetta. She was collecting some berries and when she noticed me, she immediately smiled at me. Then I blurry saw Iridessa. I got a positive response from all of them, they immediately got some work for me and told me that I should found some elder fairy who fed plants with biscuits. Literally.

But I had other plans. I quickly got to the elder fairy (she looked like Fairy Mary but with ginger hair, little curvier and taller, dressed in vanilla-beige colour), she wasn't very nice, she was vulgar towards me, actually. 😂

But I didn't care. My aim was to find the Minister of Spring. I flew (yes, I somehow gained wings) to the Springtime Square in order to find him but there were soooo many fairies I could barely see.

I was lucky. He was there. I found him. He didn't wear his pompous ministerial robe but he was dressed up very modestly. Simple T-shirt made of dry brownish leafs, leather belt and simple beige bermudas. He had a sack - it almost looked like if he were collecting rubbish - but I somehow knew that there are some seeds in it which had to be delivered somewhere.

He took off. I didn't have the chance to say anything to him, but I had wings so I jumped in the air and followed him. He was as fast as Bugatti Chiron. 🤣 We were zigzagging around the trees. It was a race!

Finally - I left him behind and was ahead of him. I turned over and he smiled at me! It was a tiny and mild smile but of such a kindness. I noticed closely how skinny he actually was. His cheekbones were visible on his pale face.

I stopped him. And for some reason we went to the closest tree on the road and hid into its shadows. And then we hugged each other.

We were just standing there - the same heights - in a close hug, absorbing each others physical bodies. It was such a realistic situation, such a vivid dream, it felt as if I were really there. I didn't remember how long this scene actually took, but to me it felt like eternity. He fitted perfectly into my arms. We didn't share a word. Silence embroidering the feeling. I remember how I was leaning on the tree with my back, holding him in my arms. My head rested on his left shoulder (from his perspective) and I could literally smell his scent in the dream! He smelled sweetly, like flowers, but not necessarily like hyacinths, it was a sweeter scent, more like a rose or a cherry blossom. I felt his skin, he had very soft skin on his shoulders and neck. And I also felt his hair. They were sooo realistic, breeze was playing with some of his loosened strands. I didn't really touch his hair so I cannot say how it felt like.

Some fairies interrupted us. And then the scene was cut. And after a while I was flying and found myself on the Springtime Square. Again, there were so many fairies. Too many fairies. And not only fairies but also Barbie princesses! I saw Alexa from the Diamond Castle and Aramina from Three Musketeers, then some Genevieve's sisters from the 12 Dancing Princesses... And of course, Tink's pixie squad and the other seasonal ministers and Queen Clarion. Everyone was dressed up so formally, they wore beautiful gowns as if there were some special event going on. Where is Hyacinth, where is Hyacinth, was my only thought. I was flying towards them and I spotted Hyacinth in the first row, standing next to Queen Clarion.

I broke through the crowd whilst everyone was whispering about me and casting not so friendly gazes at me. What bad could I do that they behaved like this? I understood they were gossiping about me. But why?

I finally approached Hyacinth. He wore his lavish ministerial robe, sleeveless, in deep royal blue, dark purple and bright spring green colours shining on his leaf crown. And all of his gown was sparkling.

For some reason, I asked him for a dance and offered him my hand. He wasn't smiling. Actually, his mimics seemed emotionless, but he gave me his hand and our palms alligned.

I led him to the ballroom when Johann Strauss started playing. I couldn't remember which of his wondrous kaiserwaltzes it was, but I just knew it was his music! It felt like something between An der schönen blauen Donau and Frühlingsstimmen.

The most important thing was that I was swaying in the rhythm of Viennese waltz with Hyacinth. We danced perfectly to the rhythm and everyone was watching us. We were the only couple dancing so it was a solo. The other guests were blurred, the only thing I remembered was how I led Hyacinth on the dance floor and how I felt the soft skin of his shoulders again...

Then I woke up. 😂 But so happy. I felt like I really met him. I dare to say that it was one of the best dreams I have ever had. ✨🩷🩵🪻

[miaoyea]

You Yao (有药) Novel Extra: Another Ghost 🌼

“Did that strange man come again this year?”

“Tiezhu, Tiezhu——”

“Ah, what is it, Er’ya?”

“My ma said a strange man no one’s ever seen before came to the village. Did you see him?”

“A strange man?”

“Mhm. I hear he’s pretty impressive-looking—tall and strong, and he carries a sword too, like a great hero of the jianghu! 

“Quit lying. Why’d a great hero of the jianghu come to a village like ours?”

“Really, my ma never lies.”

“Well, where is he? I wanna see too.”

“He headed for the bamboo grove in the south. I wanted to follow him and take a peek, but I was too scared.”

“Don’t be scared. Wait till I go home and get Tieniu to come. The two of us will protect you.”

***

“Wah, is that the strange man you were talking about? That looks like a grave over there!”

“Shh——not so loud. You’re too fat, Tiezhu. Quick, squeeze in a little bit. Careful you don’t get caught.”

“What’s he doing kneeling there?”

“You’re so dumb. He’s obviously kneeling to sweep the grave.”

“If he’s visiting a grave, shouldn’t he be wailing at the top of his lungs like my pa does? He’s not crying, either. Besides, today’s not even Qingming.” [1]

“Maybe it’s the anniversary of someone’s death…… Tiezhu, Tieniu, can either of you see what name’s written on the tombstone?”

“There’s nothing on it. It’s completely blank. Is it really a tombstone? I think it’s just a big hunk of rock……”

“Ah, he’s looking this way!”

***

“Phew……that scared me, that really scared me.”

“I didn’t think the strange man would also be a kind person. He even gave us some flatbread to eat.” 

“Don’t eat it, don’t eat it guys. My ma said not to take anything a stranger gives us.”

“Hehehe, Er’ya really is a scaredy-cat. He’s a hero of the jianghu. When a great hero gives you flatbread, that’s called giving you face. You can’t just not eat it!”

“I’m not a scaredy-cat!”

“Ah, don’t, don’t be mad. This flatbread’s really tasty. Wanna try some?”

“Mhm.”

***

“Tiezhu, Tiezhu—— That strange man’s back again!”

“What strange man?”

“Tall and strong, with a sword at his waist. The one who journeyed from afar to visit the tomb.”

“Stop using so many fancy words. I can’t understand them.”

“That’s what you get for not studying, idiot. I’ll teach them to you later.”

“Sure. Do you still want to go see the strange man? I’ll go get Tieniu.”

***

“The strange man’s so nice. He even went out of his way to bring us candy.”

“Speaking of which, I think he came here around this time last year too. Let’s make note of today’s date. Maybe he’ll come again next year.”

“Er’ya.”

“Hm?”

“Um……do you want another piece of candy?”

“Of course.”

“I, I can give you my piece. And then, when you grow up, you’ll be my bride, alright?”

“What are you talking about? Have you no shame!”

***

“Did the strange man come again this year?”

“He did. Let’s go say hello.”

***

“Did the strange man come again this year?”

“Yes, and right on time. I ran into him at the entrance to the village just now. He even said I’ve gotten taller.”

“Have you noticed that he always comes early in the morning and only leaves late into the night? So he sits in front of that grave for the whole day.”

“It’s kind of scary.”

“What’s so scary about that? There must be someone very important in that grave. ‘In life or death, together or apart……’ [2]

“Stop using fancy words, silly.”

“You great idiot!”

***

……

“Ma——”

“What is it? Mummy’s doing some needlework now. Go find your father.”

“Ma, when Uncle took me out to pick fruits just now, we ran into a strange old man……”

“A strange old man?”

“Uncle said you both know him.”

“A strange old man…… That’s right, it’s that time of year again. Tiezhu! Tiezhu!”

“Coming. What can I do for you, darling?”

“The strange man’s back to visit the grave.”

“Whoa, how many years has it been already?”

“He comes and goes all on his own every year. How lonely. Why don’t you go and ask if he’d like to eat a meal and stay the night in our home before he leaves?”

“Right on.”

***

“He said no. He said he didn’t want to impose, but he’s grateful for the invitation.”

“Don’t you find him strange? Seeing as he travels all this way every year, if it’s not his parents in that grave, then it must be his departed wife, no? But he didn’t get anyone to carve anything on the tombstone, not even a name. What’s the meaning behind that?”  

“Who knows? People of the jianghu will always have their peculiarities.”

***

“Did that strange man come again this year?”

“Take a guess?”

***

“Did that strange man come again this year?”

“He did. His hair’s gone all white already.”

“That’s right, the days have gone by so quickly…… Year in and year out—every time he visits, we grow old by another year.”

***

……

“Gramps, why hasn’t the strange man come yet this year?”

“Maybe he can’t make the journey anymore. Aiya, wait while I go ask around the village.”

***

“Dear——the strange man is dead.”

“Dead?”

“Mhm. I ran into a tall youngster at the entrance to the village just now, and he gave me this bundle. He said the strange man was their sect leader or something. He passed away peacefully in his sleep last month and was buried in the mountains behind their whatsit sect.”

“……Oh. Then what’s in the bundle?”

“The youngster said that before he died, he instructed them to deliver it here along with some silver. He wanted us to help bury the bundle for him, right next to that grave in the bamboo grove.”

“So he wanted to erect a symbolic grave, huh.”

“Let me take a look. The bundle contains……an old bamboo mat?”

“Don’t poke around!”

“It looks like there are a few characters carved on here. Dear, can you read them out?”

“The characters have almost completely worn away…… Gu Zhi, Gu……Zhi? How I miss…… Oh, I really can’t make out the characters that come after that.”

【END】

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[1] Qingming Festival, aka Grave-Sweeping Day

[2] From 击鼓 “Striking the Drums” from the Book of Songs: “In life or death, together or apart / That was the vow I made with you”

[nethercomfies]

🌼 So this is love 🌼

Pairing: Albedo x reader

Content: Pre-relationship, realization of feelings, just very soft, features Klee as well, gender neutral reader

Word count: 868

Note: *taps mic* Hello, hello, does this thing still work? Hell yeah I'm back, in true Fern fashion with some soft Albedo because that's my jam :) Hope you enjoy!

Albedo never really cared for love. It was a foreign concept for him that he only read about in books, but nothing more than that. Nothing worth his time when he's always so busy with research and experiments, and important things like discovering the truth of this world (Or at least discovering what that's supposed to mean.) Between all that, there's no time for butterflies and anxiety, and whatever else the romance novels describe. Not to mention, it seems like love makes other people act a little silly.

Like Glory, who sits there day in and day out talking about how she can't wait for Godwin to come home, when probably everyone in Mondstadt knows that the very man she was waiting now has been meandering just outside of town for months, too scared to come back due to stupid pride, even tho he knows that his fiancé is scared out of her mind for him. Or Timaeus, who scribbles love poems next to his alchemy notes and gets distracted all the time, not even noticing when the potions he was mixing are threatening to boil over. Love seems to make people lose all sense, so Albedo has decided that he's better off without it.

Maybe that's why, as the two of you grew closer, he didn't recognize the signs at all, despite having read and heard about them so many times. The infamous butterflies that make him feel weird things whenever you smile at him. The way he suddenly falls into a daze while working as well, breaking out of it only to find small doodles of your face littered all across his notes. Or how sometimes his every thought gets consumed by a deep desire to just wrap his arms around you and never let go.

But love is such a foreign concept, so far out of his grasp that surely, that can't be it, right?

It's an innocent comment from Klee that makes him question his feelings for the first time.

"Big brother Albedo?" she asks, looking up at him with big eyes as they're walking home one day.

"What is it, Klee?" He smiles down at her.

"Can we invite y/n to our picknick tomorrow? Please?"

Albedo is a little taken aback. Usually Klee deeply treasures their little family outings. She refuses to let anyone get between her private time with Albedo, to a point where she even rejected Kaeya's request to tag along once. "You really like y/n a lot, huh?" He asks with a small chuckle. "I never saw you try to invite someone along to our outings."

"I like that they make you smile. It makes Klee happy too", the little girl responds, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Also, they make really good snacks so I want them to bring some to our picknick." She adds it more like an afterthought, like it's only secondary to her other reason.

Maybe it meant nothing to Klee, but it leaves Albedo thinking. Does he really smile that much when he's around you? People have commented before that he only ever genuinely smiles when he's around Klee, but no one has ever pointed out the same with you. Although, now that it's been called to his attention... He really does feel a lot happier around you. There's something about you that makes it easy for him to let down his guard. It's a strange realization and he still doesn't understand the meaning of it, but he takes a mental note of it and decides that it requires further investigation.

From that day onward, you're always invited to the family outings with Klee and Albedo. It becomes perfectly natural, like you've always been there. Like it's always been just the three of you, exploring Mondstadt together, having fun little picknicks or arts and crafts afternoons.

It's on one of these days that the realization finally hits Albedo. You're sitting on Albedo's couch, Klee fast asleep in your arms while he makes a cup of tea for the both of you. Albedo watches as you run a hand through the girl's hair, a gentle smile on your face as she snuggles closer into your arms. The soft glow of a candle bathes you in a warm light and he's overcome with the familiar urge to join you, to pull you into his arms and hold you close. That urge has been getting a lot more frequent lately, and he was never able to fully make sense of it.

But at this moment, something clicks for him. The urge to be close to you. The thought of how beautiful you look consuming his mind. The smile still tugging at his lips. The butterflies threatening to burst through his chest. All the pieces fall into place and the realization hits him out of nowhere.

He's in love with you.