#( & wc: 1577 )

[iseullgc]

CASTING CALL 016 / SOLO INTERVIEW

when he hears of the opportunity to join the new kids new dreams project, iseul knows that he wants to try out for it. or whatever they're being requested to do.

honestly, he's a bit disappointed when he finds out it's only an interview and not an audition. but he guesses that it means their personalities are as much a part of this as their skills.

or something.

but he knows that he's going to try for it, even if he doesn't make it, that just means he did his best right? and he's only been training for a short period of time, so it didn't hurt him to put more experiences under his belt either. so he schedules an interview with youngjae and he settles down in his seat once the time has come.

"why are you interested in NEWKIDS NEWDREAMS?" ( answer: 157 spoken words )

"honestly, i just wanted to give it a try," iseul admits, looking a little bit sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck. he doesn't really have much else to add but he decides that now isn't the time to act shy or anything—not when his personality is literally anything but.

"dancing has just always been a passion of mine and i thought that if anything, i could just try out. i didn't even think i would get into legacy a year and a half ago, but thankfully i've been given this great opportunity that anyone would die for! so, i thought once i was in, i had to do anything i could to keep going and to advance. especially since legcy has so many artists that i love the music of, and i have some friends in the debuted groups, i just thought i have to catch up to them, you know? i have to do well and i have to stand on stage with them one day, you know?"

he takes a pause there, trying to think if there was anything else he wanted to add before they moved onto the next question. "if anything, i wanted to be able to show who i am in as candid a way as possible to the people who are already cheering me on."

"considering the current confirmed members, what can you add to the formation ON AND OFF stage if you are picked?" ( answer: 262 spoken words )

"i know two of the confirmed members pretty well, and i can say pretty confidently that i'll be adding a good dancer to the mix. not to say that there aren't any good dancers already, of course." he's quick to fix his statement, waving his hands in front of him to make sure that youngjae wasn't getting the wrong idea of what he was saying.

"i'm also an extrovert and i'm good at making friends, so hopefully i would bring everyone together well? considering i know two of them pretty well already, and if you're taking interviews for other members, i might know them too!" iseul is a self-proclaimed social butterfly, but he's sure that he would be able to back that up just by pointing out how many friends he's made in the trainee roster since he joined only a year ago.

he's trying to think of anything else that he's good at, and he tilts his head slightly side to side. "i'm also a native english speaker, so that would be helpful on shows, right? i watched some v&a shows, and i saw that versus went to the states for a while so if i," he lowers his voice, "make it into the group," and goes back to his normal speaking volume, "i could definitely help with the language barrier there! i'm used to translating from korean to english and english to korean so it wouldn't be any trouble! i've gotten really good recently at translating the slang—you know how koreans really like to shorten sentences and just use the first character of each word? i recently got the knack of translating that into english, so that could be .... helpful i guess!"

pausing again, he hesitates for a moment before adding, right as yougnjae is about to ask the next question. "sorry, sorry! i'll just add, i also know how to edit videos. so if we ever like, got a chance to do something like that. like, edit our own vlogs and upload them online or something. that would be something i could do."

he stops, and then grins sheepishly. "and i'm a good cook. no one will starve when i'm around, i promise! i almost went to culinary school but i came here instead! ... you can ask the next question now."

which skill (singing, dancing, acting, modelling, instrument ...) would you like to be known for and why? ( answer: 186 spoken words )

this question throws him for a second, because as much as he liked yapping about what he thought he could bring to the table in a group, it's harder to think about himself as an individual. mostly because he had never had any plans on going solo or anything and would probably be happy to see his friends and groupmates shine before he did.

"if i'm very, very honest, i would say dancing. if only because dancing has been a love of mine since i was younger and it's one of the only things that kinda dragged me out of a slump i found myself in before." he doesn't want to go too deeply into those times, and how dancing had literally saved his life.

his fingers move to grip at his forearm, almost subconsciously touching the tattoo there. "it's hard to think of anything else i would want to be known for ... like, skill-wise at least. i could easily say i want to be known as a good cook in the group, and that i'm loud and annoying but still a nice person when it comes down to it. but none of that is related to a skill right?

"if not dancing, i think i wouldn't mind being known for being funny? like, a good variety personality since that's something i think i would be good at. i can always find the humour in any situation, which is why all of my friends always say that i'm really easy to make laugh. and then sometimes my laugh sets them off, and we always end up giggling about something or another. i think variety would be something i could be good at."

"what kind of concept are you good at and what kind of concept are you bad at?" ( answer: 198 spoken words )

"oh, i can easily answer for the one i'm bad at—a cute concept. my friends always say that my aegyo is cringey and that they hate seeing it, though in hindsight maybe that's because my friends don't want to see that sort of stuff?" he pauses, pursing his lips at the afterthought that had just come up and maybe he's good at that sort of thing? maybe he's really cute but his friends just hate cute things?

who knows at this point. he'll have to ask them eventually, if he ever remembers to.

"i do think personally i wouldn't be able to pull off a cute concept, because that's not something i try to emulate in dancing or in my real life. i'm just sort of ... an energetic person. so i would have to say that's the type of concept i think i would be good at. like, upbeat songs that make you want to dance."

thinking of another point to that, iseul perks up a bit in his seat. "or, i don't know if this counts, but something along the genre of 'noise music' as fans like to call it. something powerful but upbeat, and the song concept could be light or dark but the dance is really great and hard? i think that would be really great for me, because i have a lot of energy and i want to express that as well as i can with dance. really just, a dance-focused group would be my dream and if we could add good live vocals too? perfection."

"what kind of group would you ideally want to be part of and why?" ( answer: 161 spoken words )

"i think i would really like to be in a group that's known for energetic performances," he starts, once he's received the prompt and the examples. he had been a bit confused at the initial question but it makes sense now that he has some examples to go along with it.

"like a group that's really good at performing with great live vocals and really hard dances to go along with the vocals," he adds, trying to figure out how to explain his dream group. "i want to be known as a good dancer but i also want to be known as a stable vocalist who sings well even while dancing to a difficult choreography—and even better if the choreography is self-done as well." he grins, feeling a little bit proud of his own achievements in that category but otherwise not wanting to try to sell himself too much while answering this question.

"i'm not trying to say all of the above right now, but outside of that, i think it would be fun if the group could also be known for non-idol content. like if we could go viral on tiktok or on youtube or something, since i'm decently versed in video editing, that could be really fun? we could do a lot of tiktok challenges outside of just the title song dance ones and maybe make a presence on there too? just a thought," he finishes up, grinning a little.

with all the questions answered, iseul stands up and bows ninety degrees to thank everyone for giving him the opportunity before leaving with a slight bounce in his step. he's not sure what the results are going to be, but he's glad he tried out anyway.

[covenha]

Synopsis: seonghwa harnesses the power of manifestation to get himself a girlfriend. Pairings: Simp!seonghwa x fem! reader Genre: crack, fluff, just seonghwa being a silly goofy guy Warnings: witchcraft technically? astrology is also mentioned WC: 1577 a/n: another self-indulgent fic is done! wrote this after i finished an exam so read at your own risk. i might right more bonus blurbs for this but who knows. this is a piece of fiction so it does not reflect who the characters are irl. please read the warnings carefully! and as always, reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated 🫶

Simp!hwa had been content with silently pining over you. That is until one day he asked for a sign from the universe if he should confess. He was walking down the streets of his neighborhood while on his way to school with a little skip in his step, excited to see you. He was nearing Mrs. Nesbit’s house, an old lady with a splotchy memory but a kind heart. He stops to wave at her as she sways back and forth on the rocking chair on her porch. Then, as if she read his mind she goes, “Hurry up or you’ll miss it!”

Was this it? Was this the universe finally telling him to shoot his shot with you and confess his profound love for you? 

Well, the answer was no. Mrs. Nesbit was referring to the bus two blocks away ready to leave Seonghwa’s delusional ass behind. But it’s fine. He didn’t really care. All he really cared about was figuring out how to get you to fall in love with him so that you guys grow old together and live out your best lives with your two cats and moss ball babies. 

Now, Seonghwa knew that he had to approach this from a proactive standpoint. Sure, you and him have been friends since both of your awkward emo teen phases but he really wanted to cement in his chances with you. So he turned to the one place he knew he could get somewhat decent love advice from; Reddit. And with the wise words of Wefishyfishy98 he knew what he had to do. If he really wanted this he needed to use the power of manifestation. 

Simp!hwa wore your hair tie on his hand with pride. He read somewhere on twitter that girls liked to “mark their territory” with things like this and he grew weak at the knees thinking about you staking your claim on him. (Of course, in a completely normal and non-a/b/o kind of way.) I mean isn’t this such a boyfriend thing to do? He was clearly using the power of manifestation or whatever that fish guy said on Reddit. 

And this is why, when summer grew closer and the weather grew warmer, Seonghwa absolutely did not want to return it to you. 

“Hwa, C’mon it’s hot and I don’t want my hair sticking to my neck.” 

“Look, I can get you a new set of hair ties! Here, look at these cute ones I found on Etsy.” He tried to distract you with some cute kuromi hair ties he just found. Jongho is just silently observing the interaction between the both of you. 

You found it weird that he refused to give it to you even after you pestered him to but you decided to just give up and tough it out. And those ties on Etsy were kinda cute. 

“Fine. I guess the weather isn’t so bad today. What are you even doing on Etsy anyway?” you try to take a peak at whatever Seonghwa is looking up on his phone to which he quickly turns it off and puts it screen down on the table. 

“Nothing!” You seem a little taken aback by this. “Just… looking for plants for my… aquarium.”

“You mean your aquarium filled with moss balls… a plant. You want to get plants for your plants?” you blink at him. 

“Technically they’re algae.” Jongho butts in. 

“Right…. Well, at least you’re passionate about your moss balls?” you trail off. 

Seonghwa breathes a sigh of relief as Jongho nods on to you changing the topic to something about your mother’s extensive cacti collection. He opens up his phone again and clicks the order on his Etsy cart. 

“I hope this works.” He thinks to himself. 

That same night, Seonghwa started wracking his brain trying to think of something else that he could do that was “boyfriend coded”. And after much deliberation while staring at the ceiling, it finally hits him. She should be my lock screen! I mean nothing screams boyfriend like a cute candid picture as my lock screen. 

So, with this in mind, he scrounges through his gallery looking for a good photo of you to put as his lock screen. Then he spots the perfect candid of you in his living room sitting on the floor with lego pieces scattered all around the floor trying to assemble his lego death star with him. You aren’t looking at the camera, instead you look completely locked in on building the superweapon of the Empire with him. He stares at the image with a warm feeling spreading throughout his body. Without even realizing it he’s smiling like an idiot at his screen and he buries his head on his pillow and screams into it while kicking his feet on his mattress. 

That night he dreams of a distant future with you. One where he can call you his. Oh, and of course you can’t forget your two cats Lily and Bongo, and his ever growing collection of marimo balls.  

A week and a half later, he’s checking his phone every few minutes and then looking at the front door waiting to see if the delivery truck has arrived. Today was your birthday and the gift that he had bought you was running dangerously late. Which is why when he hears a truck nearing the property he all but zooms off the living room couch and to the front door. He accepts the package from the delivery man and quickly unboxes it. 

“It’s perfect.” he thought, smiling to himself as he delicately put it in a bag.

Later that day, as he walks you home just in time for you to have dinner with your family he surprises you with the gift. 

“Wha- Hwa? I thought we weren’t doing gifts this year?” you say as you accept the small paper bag from him. 

“Well, I say this and I just couldn’t not get it for you.” he just smiles at you shyly as you look at him, surprised at the gesture. 

“Now, I have to get you a gift worth two birthdays next year.” you joke. 

“You’re the best gift life has to offer.” he thinks. But he shakes his head, a dumb smile on his face. “Open it.” he motions to the gift. 

You open and find a couple kuromi hair ties, just as promised. But also, a jewelry box with a bracelet inside. It had a dainty gold chain and a baby pink stone in the middle. 

“Hwa, I love it.” you smile at him. “It’s so pretty.” you inspect the bracelet. 

“Here, let me put it on you.” he gets the bracelet from the box and clamps it around your wrist. He smiles at the sight of you wearing the bracelet. 

He unfortunately had to leave because it was getting dark and he had to feed his cat at home. But, he swears he feels something in the air that night. 

“Please work.” He mumbles to himself. 

In hindsight, what Seonghwa felt that fateful night was probably just pollen, because the very next day Seonghwa finds Jongho coming down with a bad case of allergy sniffles. The cafeteria is filled with the sounds of chattering from hungry sleep-deprived college students and Jongho’s sneezes. 

“So, did you finally give her that rose quartz bracelet you bought from that Etsy witch?” Seonghwa’s cheeks burn at his words. 

“Yea. It was a good time too. Venus was in mercury gatorade or something.” he mumbles while picking at the skin on his thumb. 

“Ahem.” You startle both boys with your presence. You raise your eyebrows at both of them and decide to end their misery of staring at you with their mouths open in shock. “What’s this about an Etsy witch?” 

“I do not recall saying Etsy witch.” Jongho mumbles quickly then packs up his things, muttering some excuse about buying a gatorade from the vending machine. Seonghwa just sits there, mouth agape, trying to stutter out some excuse but nothing coherent falls from his mouth. 

“Hwa, you know you didn’t have to summon the forces of magic and astrology to make me fall in love with you right? I kinda already am.” You blush as you admit your feelings for your best friend. 

Simp!hwa’s brain malfunctions hearing this. Heart pounding, mind racing. Did she just... Did she just say that? She likes me? Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. What now?! I didn’t actually think I would get this far. Shit what happens next. Do I shake her hand? No, that would be weird. Just say something, Seonghwa! Say something!

“Will you be my manifested girlfriend?” he asks in a dazed voice. This makes you giggle before you shake your head then decide to kiss him on the nose. “It’s about time.” 

Seonghwa wastes no time in going in for a kiss. It felt like fireworks were going off in the background (it was just Jongho having a massive sneezing fit). The moment was perfect. It was magical. You guys stare into each other’s eyes and it felt like all was right with the world. As the both of you pull away from the kiss, Jongho sits down at the table with a purple gatorade. 

“You know it's actually mercury retrograde, right?” 

[princesssmars]

warm me up, baby

a sam x mike x fem!reader thought

plot : while staying at the washington lodge, you and your lovers struggle not to show too much public affection. all that goes out the window with a little game of truth or dare.

wc : 1577

contains : sam x reader x mike poly. fluff and nsfw. fxf and mxf sex described. penetrative sex. oral sex. reader wears a dress. mike and sam get jealous.

a/n : this is to make up for me stalling on the until dawn reader insert please forgive me.

ok, so maybe you had a habit for getting ahead of yourself. but this time it wasn't your fault.

before you started dating two of your best friends, sam giddings and mike munroe, you were crushing on them for a while. like, eighth grade a while. but in your eyes it was impossible not to like them. despite looking like the stereotypical jocks on the soccer and football teams, they were incredibly charming and always made sure to treat you like the most precious thing in the world.

most of the time it nearly made you burst at the seams, until josh let you know that most of the group saw you as one of the babies like his sisters. you probably cried into your pillow for three hours that night.

so for the next few years you kept your feelings to yourself. you watched as both of them dated other people (you didnt talk to emily for a week when she started dating mike, but you let it go when they broke up after two months), and eventually they started going out with each other. you were happy for them.

kind of.

but annoyingly luckily for you, everything changed at the end of your junior year. most of your friends at this point were seniors, and jessica had courteously invited you as her friend date to their senior prom. at first you said no because sam and mike would be there.

but then you realized that sam and mike would be there.

you may have spent a bunch of your parents money on the most beautiful dress you could find, but the looks on their faces when you walked into the prom hall were priceless.

you had expected the faces, and also the first little compliments they and the rest of your friends gave you. but what you weren't expecting was for both of them to ask you to a dance, individually taking you by the hands before dragging you on to the dance floor and giving you that weird look where you think the person is into you but you don't want to jump to conclusions because you might just be conceited.

after that night things...changed.

despite graduating that june the pair were always coming to your house. they chalked it up to "wanting to spend time with you before college," but that didn't explain sam sitting with you on your bed as you listen to a playlist she made you, her head in the crook of your neck making the hairs on your neck stand. or mike taking you out for ice cream on him, walking down the street with you so closely you can feel him bumping into your shoulder before he slowly turns and wipes away a drop a drop of ice cream that slid down your lips...

they are...so infuriating. but three could play at that game.

emily would be having a pool party at her house, and it was the perfect oppurtunity for you to not only look good but also potentially find out once and for all what the help was sam and mikes problem. you showed up and hanged out with ashley and jess for a while, your new f/c shawl covering your body.

when chris splashes you with some water and urges you to get in the pool already, you drop the shawl to the ground and step gracefully into the pool, smiling at chris' dumb little wolf whistle.

for the next few hours your mind strays from the duo and you start enjoying the moment with your friends. this might be one of the last big group hangouts before you all go up to josh's parents cabin in the mountains, something you always enjoyed.

after you had enough of the pool you headed upstairs to a guest room to dry off and change your clothes before dinner. as soon as you undid your bikini top, you heard the door open and shut in a millisecond and after turning around so quickly you thought you would pull something, and sam and mike stand in front of you like they want to ravage you.

which they were going to.

as horny as they were, they took a minute to make sure you were ok with everything that was going to happen. what they didn't expect was for you, as soon as they got a confirmation, to jump their bones and start messily removing your clothes before moving on to theirs. before coming up here they mutually decided they would tease and try to go easy on you, but you were just so pretty and so eager and you were palming at sam's boobs and mike's pants.

and that's how you ended up with your legs on mike's shoulders as he pounded into your cunt while sam sat on your face, rocking her hips back and forth like she was at a rodeo.

for those first few weeks, the sneaking around was hot. whenever your group of friends would hang out, they would act a normal amount of nice to you while giving you hidden touches and caresses before meeting up with you when everyone was gone and fucking each others brains out.

but then it started getting stale, not being able to be affectionate in public. you knew you were getting tired of it, but for now you would avoid bringing it up as your lovers seemed comfortable with the way things were going.

you were...very wrong.

it was early february and time for the yearly stay at the washington family lodge. you were fully packed and excited as you were every year, ready for a week of skiing, partying, and hanging with your friends all day.

the first day was spent srttling in, making sure the house was up in running order after months of bring unused.

(part of this was checking the boiler was working, which you despised doing because chris and josh would always try to scare you and most of the time fail.)

but things got weird on the second day.

every year without fail jess suggested never have i ever, mostly because she thought it was hilarious when everyone groaned at the middle school suggestion.

at first the game is simple. josh dares jess to do a handstand for two rounds, sam dares matt to arm wrestle with chris. hell, jess admits that she has a slight crush on matt.

and you only giggled at that because duh, of course you knew that, but then jess turns it back around on you and dares you to name who's the hottest person in the room, the cliché bitch.

now, you had two options.

1. say either of the two people half of the group had already known you’d been enamored with for a large portion of your life.

2. be a little shit and day someone else because it’s fun.

and i mean, what was the point of this trip if you didnt have a little fun?

you decided to be more jokey about it and say chris, going along with him hyping himself up as the "peak of the male form" by fake fawning over him.

emily asked you later about that "crush you had just a few years ago," and you brushed it off. its in the past.

if it didn't surprise you so much you'd almost be worried at the way mike took more sips of his beer before roughly slamming it on the floor next to him, or sam letting out a little huff and brooding for the rest of the game.

later that night, after taking a nice long bath and changing into a comfy but cute pajama set, you flopped your body on to your guest bed and brought your phone to your face to scroll through social media until you fell asleep, before the telltale dm of a "you up?" let you know that wasn't how the night was going to go.

not even five minutes later there was a knock at your door and not even five seconds after that you feel sam harshly bring her lips to yours as her hands grip your waist, backing you up into the room as mike closes the door.

its fast and rough, the way they strip you of your clothes and push you on to the bed as they bite and nip at your skin. before you can even blink sam is pushing up your shirt and palming at your breasts, pinching your nipples and taking them into her mouth.

you're about to ask where the hell the aggression came from when a gasp leaves your mouth followed by a long moan as mike pulls down your shorts and mouths at your cunt through your underwear.

you don't have any more questions when they both start sucking on different parts of your skin, leaving hickeys which they normally don't as to keep your secret. you wouldn't mind being marked up this time.

after a long and very pleasurable few hours, you laid between them with a blissful look on your face as they gently ran their hands over your skin.

after a long silence, mike suggests that maybe its time to tell your friends about the three of you.

as much as it warms your heart, it also just starts making you giggle. after the noises the three of you were making, you were sure they already knew.

[sweetestgrethan]

Underbelly

Tags: Boypussy, somnophilia, dubcon bc of the somno, Ethan has a pussy

Part 2 of this drabble

Don’t mind me just dropping some more bp smut for ya ❤️‍🔥

WC: 1577

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Ethan has a problem.

He could admit that he was often impatient, insatiable, hard to please only because he wanted so much.

Ethan had never had a problem getting what he wanted; it was easy enough to bend Grayson to his will. Maybe Ethan took advantage of that sometimes, sue him!

Ethan’s problem wasn’t Grayson and his pliant nature towards him, it was their first time together that had brought on this crisis.

Ethan at least had self-control before Grayson fucked him into oblivion, he had once possessed morals and knew right from wrong. Now, after experiencing the intensity and pleasure that came from getting opened up by your own twin, Ethan hadn’t been able to fulfill his need for Grayson since. It was deeper than just surface level desire, something bred into him, into his DNA and the molecules that made him up. The way he needed Grayson was carnal, primal, deep-seated inside of him.

It’s not like they weren’t messing around— Grayson was balls deep inside of him on more days than not, or at least with his head between his thighs if either of them was too tired.

Ethan found himself in a precarious position, standing over Grayson and watching him as he slept peacefully. He’d had one of those dreams, the ones full of hot touches and desperate moans for more. Ethan had woken up drenched in his own sweat beside Grayson, and with a sizable wet spot in his panties. After Ethan had gotten up, wiped his face of sweat, and drank some water, he could still feel the burning need in the pit of his stomach and the wet glide between his legs. Grayson still wasn’t awake, though, somehow.

Now, Ethan stood before him, contemplating whether to wake him up or just let it be, ask him to fuck him in the morning when they were both well rested and sane. Ethan simply couldn’t survive that long without Grayson inside of him, though.

Ethan’s guilt and shame was nearly nonexistent as he reached down to grab the edge of Grayson’s duvet, slowly peeling it off of him so he could see what he was working with. He was rationalizing it by insisting to himself that Grayson would’ve said yes anyway. Asking for it was merely a formality. His twin always slept in just his boxers, a fact that Ethan was praising God for at the moment. Even better, Grayson had moved onto his back at some point, making this just a tad bit easier. Ethan knew what he was doing was very bad. He should’ve just woken Grayson up and begged for it like always, but Grayson looked so peaceful, so beautiful and warm and soft as he slept. Ethan was convinced Grayson wouldn’t mind getting woken up by this.

Grayson stirred slightly as the cold air hit his skin, though the change in temperature didn’t wake him fully, the younger twin simply settling back into his pillows.

Ethan only started moving again when Grayson’s breathing deepened, signaling he was at least back to sleep. He wanted to take his time like always, trace every groove of muscle on Grayson’s chest and praise him for how beautiful he was. He knew he couldn’t exactly be thorough, though. Ethan’s next move was to slip out of his own panties, glad all he’d worn to bed was an oversized shirt and the now-soiled underwear that laid forgotten on the floor. He climbed on top of Grayson at an agonizingly slow pace, straddling his thick thighs and freezing when he moved at all. Ethan was amazed at what his brother could withstand while he was asleep, still breathing evenly and even snoring occasionally.

Ethan felt insane as he eyed Grayson in the darkness of his room, eyes landing on the soft cock hidden in his boxers. His touches were cautious, ginger swipes of his fingers at first, tracing the outline of it to test whether Grayson would move or not. Grayson was still sound asleep, and it made Ethan want him even more. It wasn’t until Ethan cupped the length that Grayson began to harden against him, growing in his boxers and looking like he’d burst out of them. Ethan could feel himself clench at the thought of it inside of him, knowing he wouldn’t need any prep with how needy he was.

Ethan found it a little harder to pull the waistband down and slip him out, adrenaline pulsing through him. Grayson did finally move, made a quiet, low groan in response to Ethan wrapping his hand around his dick, which made Ethan freeze. Grayson mumbled something in his sleep, almost sounding like Ethan’s name. The older twin would have to tease him about his dreams later.

“Grayson,” Ethan said in a whispery, sing-songy way, relying on his touch as he slowly stroked Grayson to full mast, watching Grayson furrow his brows in his sleep. Ethan let go of him just for a second, just so he could reach down and scoop some of his fluids from between his legs, using it to make his stroking a little easier. Grayson groaned again, louder than the first time, fidgeting under Ethan.

Ethan didn’t stop even as Grayson started to properly wake up, leaning one of his hands behind him on Grayson’s thigh and using the other to guide his cock toward his entrance, unable to help the relieved whine that escaped his lips at the feeling of being spread apart. Ethan was very aware of the importance of foreplay, and that he shouldn’t just be sitting on Grayson’s dick without it, but he was obsessed with the sting, the way it felt to be split open in just a few seconds.

Ethan spread his knees just so he’d go deeper, biting harshly on his bottom lip to keep himself from practically screaming. He rolled his hips slowly, watching Grayson’s face intently and trying not to lose it before his brother even woke up.

Grayson had been having some pleasant dream with Ethan in it, blurry glimpses of his brother’s face while they did the most domestic things possible, something Grayson dreamed about often. When his dream turned into Ethan shoving his hand down his pants and bursts of pleasure coursing through him, he almost didn’t want to wake up. It was hard not to, though, especially with Ethan on top of him, increasing his pace and being so selfish, fucking himself with his brother’s cock, completely lost in the feeling.

Grayson’s hands immediately went to grip at Ethan’s thighs in surprise, eyes wide and still sandy with sleep, moaning at the shock of what was occurring on top of him. “Ethan-“ he said shakily, closing his eyes again when all Ethan did was move faster, his noises sweet and loud. “What are you doing?” Grayson got out, reaching down to grab the hem of Ethan’s oversized shirt and pulling it up, watching the absolute mess of arousal between them, loving the way he looked sliding in and out of his twin.

Ethan couldn’t possibly speak right now, or even try to defend himself. Grayson pushing his shirt up gave him a clear view of them moving together too, letting out one last groan before he came on top of Grayson, fluttering and clenching around him.

“Pervert,” Grayson breathed, grabbing Ethan’s hips and starting to guide his movements. The older twin was pliant in his hands, moving exactly as he wanted and not letting his own oversensitivity stop Grayson from using him to come, too. “Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?”

Ethan shook his head and cried out as Grayson fucked up into him, scrambling to take his shirt off so he wouldn’t feel so hot, though it really did nothing to regulate his temperature. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he rambled, trying to move with him and keep up.

Grayson obeyed without question and thrusted up into Ethan’s body with firm, long thrusts, gripping him so firmly that he knew there’d be hand-shaped marks there for him to kiss and soothe away. Grayson, still overwhelmed from being woken up like this, took only a few moments longer before he was forcing Ethan all the way down into his lap, filling him up to the brim.

Ethan happily took the load, squeezing around him to try and milk everything out of him, so desperate for the warm feeling to never end. “Good boy,” he praised, breathing harshly. “I knew you’d let me, you love me that much,” Ethan attempted to explain himself, slowly lifting his hips up to let him slip out. It was like a show for Grayson, his cock slapping down onto his stomach heavy and wet, Ethan angling his hips so Grayson could see his own come dripping out of him.

Grayson couldn’t possibly try to dispute that, feeling hypnotized by how slutty Ethan could be, making sure he could see him at the perfect angle. “I do. I do love you that much,” Grayson agreed without question, already feeling his cock twitch with interest, especially at the feeling of his come dripping back onto him.

Ethan smirked and leaned forward, grabbing Grayson’s chin to keep him still as he planted a kiss to his lips, tongue immediately tangling with Grayson’s hotly. Ethan only pulled away when it was absolutely necessary, panting close to his face.

“Please don’t go back to sleep,” Ethan begged softly.

“I won’t, E, I’m all yours.”

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Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4

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Our Fleeting Magical Moment

----- Our Fleeting Magical Moment || Derem Kado [NIJISANJI] Birthday Fiction

Summary : Being separated from loved ones is a very painful thing. However, missing their birthday is clearly much more painful for you. Even if it's just a fleeting moment, you wanted to celebrate her birthday and wish her a happy birthday.

WC : 1577 words.

Warning : Grammar errors, lowkey angst, fluff, Genshin Impact references, Into the Light Once More references, Descendants references, lowkey lore-wise, etc.

Featured Characters : Reza Avanluna, Nagisa Arcinia.

Story Notes : This story is written with second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : DEREM, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I wish you a joyful birthday! May all good things always be near you and all bad things always far away from you. Happy birthday!

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     "YOU have my permission."

     Hearing that from your dean, your smile widened. "Thank you so much, Sir. Dean."

     "But do remember that you can't communicate with anyone there, including your friend."

     Nodding, you agreed to those terms the dean mentioned.

     You planned to travel dimensions to meet your old friend. It’s not a meeting actually. More precisely, you’re about to delivering a birthday present for her. Of course, you were very sad because you couldn’t communicate with anyone, including your friend in that dimension. The dean said it was for the safety of yourself and Maralemu. But, missing your loved one’s birthday would be so much painful for you.

     "I'll be back before sunrise tomorrow." you reported.

     "I swear to God, Kak Ejak!" A little girl's screams were heard from the balcony of a building. Several laughs accompanied that expression of annoyance. Your ears caught one of the laughs that was quite familiar and you really miss. Of course, you could only smile.

     Derem and her two friends were having fun celebrating her birthday on the balcony. Seeing a gap to sneak in, you entered Derem's room which was not far from the balcony to arrange the gifts you prepared for her.

     You put a cake, a letter, and a small gift on the desk. You stared at the gifts intently without noticing a nostalgic smile starting to touch your lips.

     Memories from the past started to cross your mind one by one. The memories where you and Derem would spend a lot of time together at the academy, how you and she would exchange gifts on each other's birthdays, and how you would laugh heartily when you both messed up some spells. You and Derem have so many memories together, but they are now just to be remembered.

     The entrance that connects Maralemu and this dimension is indeed wide open for everyone, but not the exit. Because of that too, the dean didn't let you talk to anyone from this world or you will permanently live in that dimension.

     You turned your gaze, looking at the excitement of Derem and her friends from the crack in the window. Watching her who can smile so lightly made you smile too. You always thought of leaving Maralemu and living with her. However, you are aware of your and Derem's fate.

     You must remain in Maralemu. If one day Derem returns, then you will be the one to welcome her.

     "Ah!" Derem gasped as her eyes caught something. She was sure her majestic heterochromic eyes had just seen something familiar. The problem was how the thing she saw passed by so fast. “That magic traces … are the mark of Maralemu's magic. Could it be…?” In her heart, Derem muttered.

     “Derem, what’s wrong?”

     Hearing her name being called, Derem turned to the tall man in front of her. “Oh, nothing. I guess I'm seeing things."

     “Ooh, today is Friday 13th, after all,” the young man joked.

     "Mas Ejak, shut it!" Derem almost threw her fist at the man.

     Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, you were leaning against a tree not far from the building. You could still clearly see the activity on the balcony. "That was close," you sighed. You glanced up once again, watching Derem from a far.

     "Oh, shoot!" You fliched when something rubbed against your leg. You instantly dropped your gaze only for you to gasp once again. “Black cat?!”

     A black cat kept rubbing its body on you. You halted for a moment, trying to figure something out. "You're not a mere cat," you stated to yourself. "And you're also not mine. I left my cat in Maralemu after all.”

     Then something suddenly clicked in your mind. You picked up the cat. "Oh, you're supposed to be the magical cat that will make a contract with Derem, am I wrong?"

     As if it answers your question, the cat meowed. You could only smile and hug the cat. “Be kind with Derem, though. Don't run or hide too far from her, okay?”

     The cat meowed again.

     You stayed there a little longer, watching Derem and listening to her every laugh. Until the moon started to lean and the day changed, you turn your face from the three of them.

     Right after Derem blew out the candles on her birthday cake with her friends, you whispered a spell. “I will create as was spoken. Noble steed, proud and fair, you shall take me anywhere.” With that, a dimensional gate opened.

     For the last time you turned your gaze toward Derem, finding her and her two friends hugging each other so tightly and warmly.

     Before you took a step into the gate, you whispered, "Happy birthday, Derem."

     Together with the night wind, your whispering voice was carried flying towards the owner of the name, silently wishing her a happiest birthday.

     Derem threw herself onto her bed, sighing tiredly. After making sure Nagisa and Reza got to their respective rooms, Derem immediately decided to rest. There will be lots of people wishing her happy birthday in the morning. Thus, she had to rest and prepare herself.

     Derem turned his head towards the window, intending to watch the waning moon outside. However, something else caught her attention. “Oh?” Derem got up from her bed, noticing something on her desk. She walked towards her desk.

     A cake, a thin gift box and a letter. Derem's beautiful eyes rounded perfectly when she found something on the letter. It was a seal shaped like the Maralemu emblem that sealed the letter.

     Derem lifted the letter and turned it over to see who had sent it.

     “From your dearest friend in Maralemu.”

     Derem immediately opened her desk drawer, looking for the little knife she used to open things. Hastily, Derem opened the letter.

To my dearest friend, Derem…

Hello to the birthday girl, hehe. How are you, Derem? I hope you’re doing great and have a happy life.

To be honest, I was worried that you would spend your birthday alone. But if I recall again myself, you had many very caring friends there. I’m so happy. At least you won't be lonely on your birthday.

Derem, if you asked me how I and the others here are doing, you don’t have to worry about a single thing. The days go by very pleasantly even though sometimes things don't go that well. Many miss you here, including me of course.

You are my person, the most important one I must say. So, I got something for your birthday! I truly want to show you how thankful I am for you to be born as you are right now.

For your birthday, I prepared a cake that I baked myself. Just in case you miss Maralemu flavors and I hope it suits your taste. And for your info, Derem, I baked it myself, no magic include!

And one more thing, I prepared my most advanced magic stone for you. I made it a necklace so you can easily wear it. I had filled the stone with protection magic, so it could protect the user if you were to be met with a dangerous situation. Though, of course I hope you stay safe always.

Stay healthy and happy there, Derem. I hope all good things always accompany your every step the way. Until we meet again, we will exchange stories with each other.

Once again happy birthday.

With love, always. Your friend.

     Tears one by one started to cover the letter paper that Derem was holding. She only realized that she was crying when she finished reading the letter. She wiped her tears with her sleeve.

     “I wasn’t seeing things, huh?” Derem softly sniffled. “You were here after all.”

     Derem turned her eyes to the cake and gift box that were both placed on her desk. Sweet has already washed her tongue just by looking at the cake you made for her.

     Lastly, Derem opened the gift box beside the cake. Right according to what you wrote in the letter, the box contained a necklace with a beautiful magic stone.

     Derem touched the necklace pendant carefully. The magic stone resonated its power with her. A smile once again touched her lips. She put down the letter that she was still holding. Derem lifted the necklace and put it on. The magical girl turned to the mirror in her room.

     “So pretty,” she gasped softly.

     Derem held the pendant tightly and closed her eyes. “I will create as was spoken,” she whispered a spell. "Erase all of their worries and problems, for I will send my own words to them."

     After returning to Maralemu, you immediately seated yourself at your desk. With a blank stare, you stared at the bits of the magic stone you used to make Derem's necklace. You suddenly smiled.

     You folded your arms on the table and buried your head on them. Tired after using quite a lot of magic, you intended to close your eyes for a while. However…

     “Thank you for this absolutely amazing birthday present, [Y/N]. I miss you."

     You jolted up on your seat when you heard someone whispering to you. You instantly darted your eyes around your room, trying to find the the owner of that voice. But when you realized whose voice it was, you regained your composure. You rubbed your face and smiled faintly.

     To him far away, you whispered, “Sure. You're welcome, Derem. And happy birthday." ----- [FIN].

Our Fleeting Magical Moment A Fiction by Author Xandra January, 2023

[geniedocroe]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Liebgott x female oc imagine! I was thinking something that's heartbreaking, like a war scene, and the two keep each other company while they panic or like grieve! Not sure if this is how you do it but thank you so much!

ONCE IN A LIFETIME

(joe liebgott X reader)

i hope you enjoy this. honestly this is kinda sad.

angst

wc: 1577

suddenly you could feel everything begin to fade away. it wasn’t like your life was fading away, it was like your whole body had become numb. you saw some of your best moments in life flash before your eyes. you saw the love of your life sitting next to you with children playing in the yard. you knew that wasn’t real but you wanted it be. and at this point you didn’t know if it would happen.

blood was seeping out of a gunshot wound in your abdomen and onto the stark white snow beneath you. it tore through your skin like a lion trying to get to it’s food. suddenly you could feel again and the pain you felt was unimaginable. you could hear someone calling for a medic. almost immediately eugene roe was leaning over you, telling you to hold on and that everything would be okay. he was trying his hardest to get the bleeding to stop. his hands pressed down on the gunshot wound.

your mind was racing. where was joe? you hoped he was no where near. you hoped he wouldn’t see you like this. you could hear distant yelling. it sounded as if someone was being detained. moments later you could hear footsteps running towards you, crunching through the snow, but all you could see was the blurry sky through your tears. you didn’t even wanted to try and look around.

“holy shit!” joe dropped onto his knees beside you. he pulled you into his arms and cradled you. eugene was still trying his hardest to stop you from bleeding you. joe was shaking so violently. “oh god, oh god.“

“joey . . .” you could barely breathe. you were trying your hardest to hold on. you needed to hold on for him. he was all that mattered now. “i’m gonna be okay . . . it’s okay.”

all you wanted was to return to san francisco. you wanted to return to your job. you wanted to move in with joe. you wanted to have a bunch of little liebgotts. you wanted to spend your life with joe. you wanted to know that there was a future for you. you needed something to hold onto.

joes tears were falling onto your face and in some odd way they brought you comfort. you knew that it would be alright. yesterday was just a distant memory and tomorrow was in the near future. somehow you would make it out of this war alive. somehow, someway . . .

“eugene! she’s still fucking bleeding!” joe yelled through his tears. he couldn’t live a life without you. it’s just wasn’t possible.

“i know! we need to get her out of here!” eugene stated. joe gave eugene an incredulous look. carting you off meant that you might’ve still had a chance of surviving. you had already lost so much blood. it would’ve been a miracle if you could get somewhere without bleeding out.

“then hurry up! i’m not losing her here! i’m not losing her ever!” joe wouldn’t stop shaking. he couldn’t stop shaking. you just wished he had enough strength to calm down.

“joey . . . i told you . . . it’s gonna be alright. i’m gonna get through this . . . for you. i fucking . . . i love you.” you sputtered out. you were spitting up blood now. not a lot but you knew that wasn’t a good sign.

before joe could even respond to you, you were ripped away from him. joe was screaming and was once again being detained. you were making noises of struggle. you needed to be in his arms. you didn’t know when you’d see him next. you were being torn up from the inside out. you just wanted to be at home.

the next time you spoke to joe had been at least two weeks later. you had escaped the hospital. they were trying to send you home but you refused. you needed to return to joe and you did just that. it was one of the dumbest decisions you had ever made.

your abdomen ached from your slow healing gunshot wound. you knew it was bleeding through the gauze but you didn’t have a care in the world. soldiers called out to you as you made your way through the company. you were looking for one man and you had found him.

“joey.” he looked up at you in shock. the men around you looked just as shocked as he did. he sprung up from the floor.

your heart rattled in your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. both of you were shaking. he pulled away to look at you once before kissing you roughly. there was wolf whistles all around but the two of you melted into the kiss. everything was falling into place . . . until it wasn’t. he abruptly pulled away from you when he started to feel the blood that seeped through your gauze and onto him.

“i can’t believe you came back here. you need to get back to the hospital immediately.” you had tried to ignore it but you knew your stitches had come undone. tears were cascading down your cheeks. you wanted nothing but to tell joe you were completely fine but you both knew it wasn’t true.

“i cant go back, joe. not without you. they can’t send me home without you.”

“if they don’t send you home without me, you might not get to go home at all. you’re hurt y/n. please go back to the hospital. do it for me.”

“i don’t want to live a life without you joe. there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll come home to me but when is that gonna be? i don’t want to go home to an empty house. i don’t want to look in the mirror and not see you behind me. if i can’t open a door and see you behind it then i don’t want to leave. if you aren’t at arms length then whats the point of me going home? i want you there. i want to marry you. i want to have kids. i want to be with you forever so please don’t tell me to go back to that hospital because if i do . . . i’m going to have to live a life without you.”

“fuck . . . what do you want me to do? i’m not gonna let you die here. i’m not gonna let you bleed to death. i want everything with you. trust me i don’t want to be without you either. i don’t want you here. i want you somewhere safe. i want you to be in a place where someone can help you get better. i need you but you can’t be here. no when you’re bleeding out.” joe placed a hand on the still bleeding wound and you grimaced. he pulled his hand away. it was covered in blood. “i love you. i want you to write me. i want you to think of me. i want you to make sure the house is taken care of. i want to come home to you after this war, be a taxi driver, marry you, and start making babies, okay?”

you looked at him sadly. before you could even think you grabbed joe by the back of his neck and kissed him. it was a kiss that you would remember until the day you died. it was a kiss that happened only once in a lifetime. his bloody hand flew to your cheek but you didn’t mind. neither of you had felt this way since the first kiss you shared with one another. this kiss was desperate. this kiss showed how much you loved each other. this would be your last kiss for a very long time. you cherished it.

“i love you joseph liebgott. don’t let me down.”

“i could never. i love you the most. don’t forget about me.”

“i could never.”

you kissed joe once more on the nose and turned away from him. when you returned to the hospital you were immediately told off for leaving. one of the nurses redid your stitches and replaced the gauze. apparently you had made the wound worse. it was so bad that the gauze had to be changed every two hours. eventually the bleeding stopped but you were still in pain.

it was true though. returning home was difficult. it was too silent. there was no joe to love you and it broke your heart. you just wanted to see his stupid face again. you still sent letters back and forth but sometimes they took too long to arrive and it made you anxious. you just wanted him home.

the day he did return home was up there with one of the best days of your life. you anxiously waited on the front porch for hours. your neighbors knew why you sat out there so they would stop by every once in a while to converse with you. you just wished you could’ve gotten to see joe when he arrived in san francisco. meeting him at home was no different though.

you sprinted down the steps and jumped into his arms. tears were streaming’s own your face. you couldn’t believe you endured so much. you couldn’t believe you were actually seeing him. you held his face in you hands and kissed him with all your might. now that was a kiss that lasted once in a lifetime.

you could never ask for anything else.

[sunlightwoo]

Wild Hearts (13/31)

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wc: 1577

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“Y/N, are you alright?”

My head looked over towards the boy that sat criss-cross in front of me with a laptop in his lap and a concerned face. I nodded in response before yawning a bit as I went back to the stack of notes in my lap as my mind attempted to focus on my work once more for the nth time this afternoon. Blinking a bit, I grabbed a cup of cocoa that was on the coffee table and took a small sip before picking up my pen to continue writing what I was before.

However, it was no use when I realized that I only had the word ‘the’ sprawled across the top of my notebook and mentally groaned in frustration. Scribbling the word out, I let out a loud sigh before collapsing backwards into the cushions of the couch before hitting my forehead with the notebook, repeatedly. It wasn’t until I felt his hand grab for it and looked to see that he was looking back at me with a small glare.

“What’s wrong?” He asks me confusedly until I sighed before looking across the table to glance at my phone.

“Joshua blocked me earlier this morning and probably hates me at the moment because of my stupid decisions.” I frowned while hiding my face behind my hands as I heard him hum in response before explaining to him about what happened hours prior to his arrival.

The entire story itself felt like it was longer than it should have been, yet it was only because I added in extra parts to it in order to fill him with the details that he might’ve been missing.

From there, he didn’t say a word as I could tell that he was trying to think of something to say in response to it. I didn’t blame him, however, because I wouldn’t know what to say about my situation either; almost sleeping with an ex, opening up to someone that I didn’t want to in the first place, getting into a fight with my foster sibling.

It felt like hell.

“Seungkwan,” I called out softly and he let out a small hum before looking up towards my direction, “Did Seokmin talk to you the last couple of days?”

He gave me a small confused look and nodded as he hesitantly glanced at his phone, visibly unsure of whether or not he wanted to answer the specific question.

“He bought you something for your birthday, even though it’s like tomorrow.”

As soon as he said those words, my eyes widened in shock and I was speechless just a bit. It wasn’t until he had a small box in his hand and gave it to me as I looked at it suspiciously. If it weren’t for my curiosity, I would’ve waited until the day of to open it, but the sight of a familiar car key sitting inside of it made my stomach sink as I looked up at him in shock.

“He didn’t…”  

Without saying anything in response, I got up from my spot on the couch and grabbed my shoes to go see it for myself. I was in disbelief as the weight of the key felt heavy in my hand as I darted down the stairs to go see the evidence for myself. There wasn’t any possible way that he would’ve been able to leave it here last night without me noticing it this morning, but then again I could’ve been oblivious to it because of my tiredness at the hour.

But there it was.

A small gasp involuntarily escapes my mouth as I gaped at the expensive vehicle in front of me. The dark colored Maserati was mocking me at the moment, showing off that it was definitely more superior than my other car because of the fact that it was definitely a newer model, but what made me question it was how he was able to even afford it, because I know for sure this would take me years to pay off.

“H-He got me a car…”

“Yes he got you a car,” Seungkwan says appearing beside me as he gave me a small look, “But he might not be happy at the moment because of last night.”

I flinched at the thought of it as I tried to process the fact that there was a vehicle in front of me, in which I had no idea how it was paid for, and the person who bought it was supposedly angry at me. My mind was blurred for the moment until I finally snapped out of it and turned to look at him, even though he already gave me a look that meant he knew what I was thinking about ahead of time.

“Go talk to him, before you both do anything stupid. Just text me updates if anything happens, okay?” He warns me as I nodded and rolled my eyes playfully before pressing the button of the key before getting inside of the brand new car.

“Don’t forget to lock the door when you leave the apartment.”  

Driving into the streets, my hands unconsciously gripped onto the wheel tightly, adjusting to the new profound feeling as I mentally took in the existence of the new car itself. It already felt nerve racking from just driving it, however this was just another copy, but more advanced, of my old car.

Why was I shaking in my seat because of this, and why were my hands so clammy?

It dawned upon me that I didn’t even know where he was at the time being, but my mind instantly thought of our conversation this morning that made my brain click. The only way he must’ve known about Jeonghan and I would be if they were roommates, which meant that whatever was going to come next was going to be great or hell.

Getting there made me feel worse as I knocked on the door, anxiously praying that it was the latter I was looking for that answered, rather than the other.

“Seokmin-”

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked me as I looked up at the now opened door, “ How did you even find me here?”

“I had a hunch from the last time we spoke…” I whispered and looked at him before holding out the key that led to the new car, “I found out what you meant when you told me to ask Seungkwan.”

A deadly silence was in the atmosphere as awkwardness settled in when neither of us talked in the meanwhile, even after he let me inside as we both stood there in the quiet dorm. I anxiously bit my lip as I thought about the possible outcomes that might happen in this unusual situation that we both put ourselves into. Yet to my surprise nothing did, and it wasn’t until he spoke up that made me anxious once more.

“Last night, I heard you and Jeonghan-”

“We didn’t,” I immediately interjected with a shocked look as I took a breath shaking my head, “We almost did, but we didn’t.”

He nods softly before licking his lips a bit as if he were deep in thought, and I was confused as to why he was so hesitant on telling me what it was that was on his mind. But what he said next was what had confused me the most.

“I was actually hurt, Sparky… I was hurt that you wouldn’t open up to me because of who I was. However it suddenly changes whenever you’re with Jeonghan, but that’s something I shouldn’t indulge in, right?” He says hurt while looking into my eyes, until I shook my head and crossed my arms in front of me.

“He was a part of my past that I wanted to get closure from, and now we don’t have any more ties, which makes everything the way that it was when neither of you were in my life.” I softly explained as he gave me a look before tilting his head in confusion.

“And in what way was that?” He asks curiously as I thought about it while trying to find the right words.

“I didn’t have a lot of friends that I could exactly talk to that didn’t pity me for what happened then,” I started off as he nodded softly before smiling a bit.

“And now-”

“I’m not saying it, Egotistic.” I say laughing to myself as I noticed that he was genuinely smiling at our conversation before he shakes his head to himself.

“Couldn’t hurt to try, am I right?” He teases as I playfully pushed his arm away while another silence engulfed us in the living room of his dorm.

Except, this time it was more comfortable like before.

That was until-

“So, bunny slippers huh?” I heard him speak up as I looked up at him and his smirk in confusion.

He nodded towards my feet as I followed his gaze to realize that I was wearing fuzzy bunny slippers on my feet, instead of the shoes I thought I grabbed earlier when I walked out of the apartment. I felt my ears heat up in embarrassment as my cheeks reddened a bit while looking back up at him with a flustered look and muttered a few words.

“I thought I grabbed my shoes-”

“Relax, Sparky. I think it’s kinda cute for a girl like you.”

[atevegter]

Het lijkt als of we hier al drie dagen zijn maar eigenlijk is het de eerste dag in Durbuy en we slenteren wat door het oude centrum. We beginnen met een half uur parkeren, dat wil zeggen dat we minimaal zo lang bezig zijn om de te zorgen dat de gemeente haar geld krijgt maar dan zijn we ook allemaal lid van Yellowbrick en Parkonline en hebben we uiteindelijk cash betaald.

Zodoende hebben we mooi de tijd om een beetje om ons heen te kijken en daar is een alleraardigst klein restaurantje waar we om te beginnen wel even kunnen gaan koffiedrinken met een broodje. Wanneer ik naar de wc ga zie ik dat de hele tent wel vier keer zo groot is, maar dan hebben wij toch in ieder geval een intiem hoekje, waar we onze tosti’s en baguettejes oppeuzelen, want zo heet eten als het gezellig is.

We zien de lezende jongen, de smalle steegjes en hier en daar zijn er ook Halloweenetalages, wat de jeugd zeer aanspreekt. Ik begrijp overigens dat dat ook in Nederland een zeer lokale aangelegenheid is en dat er hele gebieden zijn waar ze er niets aan doen. Daar is het gewoon Hervormingsdag met Luther en zijn 95 stellingen aan de deur van de Slotkapel te Wittenberg.

Goed. Het is een mooi stadje en we zien het kleinste restaurant ooit en mooie robotkunst van Stephane Halleux. Kijk maar eens naar het Oscarwinnende filmpje over zijn MrHublot. Het is prachtig, maar ruim boven ons budget en zo behelpen we ons met wat boodschappen bij de Carrefour en wat Playmobil van de Trafic, waar de kinderen heel blij mee zijn.

’s Avonds eten we een smakelijke risotto van meester-kok Jean en daarna gaat iedereen op de knieën voor een heuse Disney legpuzzel van 500 stukjes. Het is half elf wanneer onder luid gejuich het laatste stukje gelegd wordt. Morgen het Meisje met de parel van 1000 stukjes. Ja, wij vermaken ons hier uitstekend en het is dan ook een bizarre gedachte dat we morgen alweer naar huis gaan, terwijl we er net zijn. Maar goed, zo gaan die dingen, voorbij voorbij voordat je het weet en altijd weer naar huis.

Ate Vegter, 26 oktober 2019

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