#.✰* — ˗ˏˋ wanted opposites ˎˊ˗

[siriuslylantsov]

mistletoe

pairing: spencer reid x reader

description: in which you and spencer decorate your apartment for christmas.

tags: fluff, roommate!spencer, gn!reader, idiots in love, pinning, decorating!, spencer lifts reader up super quick, reader teases spencer bcs its fun, a little singing.

a/n: woahhh first christmas fic. MY BAD i listened to our love by curtis harding when i wrote majority of this so it just became what it did (not rlly sure what that is). you'd think a reader fond of christmas would only be playing christmas songs (esp when decorating), but she doesn't even?? idk guys. also i gave a hack making a header for this one, might continue making them. anyway lmk what you think, happy reading :))

wc: 1.7k

“tacky, tacky, tacky...” you drone, fingers skimming over the themed trinkets and signs on the shelves. you’re christmas decor shopping with spencer. it's almost the end of november, which you personally think is too late (being a strict ‘christmas starts on november 1st’ believer), but you had no choice in the matter, wanting to wait for spencer's schedule to free up so you could go together. 

“oh cute!” you chirp, picking up a porcelain snoopy with a santa hat on. you show it to spencer, who trails behind you with a sparsely filled cart. “beside the-”

“tv,” he finishes for you, nodding in agreement. you place it in the cart and continue walking down the aisle.

“i hope you’re checking the price tags,” he muses from behind you, scanning over all the items. you shoot him a look paired with an unconvincing “yeah.”

“be serious,” he says, though a little amused.

“i am,” you step closer to him, meeting his somewhat challenging gaze. you try to hold your ground but something about the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as he squints at you makes you want to look away. “fine, i'll look over everything before check out. deal?”

he smiles, victorious. “deal.” he holds out his hand and you give it a firm shake before continuing your perusing.

you spend the next 2 hours like that, complaining about the abundance of generic things and squealing when you do find something nice. in the end, settling on an assortment of baubles, to add on to the ones you already had from last year, a new green blanket, a mulled-wine scented candle (that took you way too long to pick), the snoopy ornament, and 2 matching mugs which you had to sweet talk spencer into buying. you can never have too many mugs. 

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

you light the new candle and set it on the dining table, briefly glancing at the flame. the warmth on your face feels nice but you pull away quickly, knowing that if spencer catches you that close to the candle, he’ll chastise you about the fumes. 

he's digging through the closet for last year's decorations. the tree is already up–7ft something–tucked in the corner of the living room, bare and in dire need of some personality. he finds the box, and you pull out the fairy lights, starting to swirl the wire from the top down, spencer opposite you to help.

music faintly plays from your speaker, so you turn it up, landslide by fleetwood mac.

you circle around the tree with a handful of baubles, a collection of reds and whites, hanging them up where they felt right. spencer nudges you for approval on a few placements and you give him a reassuring smile. the two of you move in sync, on either end. he places a custom ornament of his team somewhere to the front of the tree. when you put up the last of the new ones, you take a step back and give it a good look. happy, spencer hands you the star. he hovers two tentative hands under your arms, over your rib cage, to lift you. there’s a stool near you that would’ve been perfectly fine, but you wiggle in his grasp anyway, telling him he can. despite his lanky frame, he picks you up with ease. you place the gold topper on firmly. when he puts you down you lean back into him, swaying. you hum quietly to the music. he presses his lips into your hair, lingering, before pulling away. you instantly miss his warmth, but you don't dwell on it, why should you?

the click of the kettle sounds from the kitchen, he's probably making tea. you think to tell him to use the new mugs, but he already knows. you're still swaying, head dipping up and down as you move across the room. you look through the box for more things to decorate with when your eyes land on a sprig of artificial leaves held together with a red bow.

“hey, when did we get mistletoe?” you call out, hoping your voice carries to the adjoining room.

“hmm?” he pokes his head through the door, looking at the item in your hand. “oh... penny got it for us last year, didn't put it up though.” he explains before returning to the tea, you put it in your pocket for later. you were well aware of what his teammates thought of you, or rather you and him. over the course of the 2 years you lived with spencer, you’d been taken to their family dinners and get-togethers as his plus one, never a girlfriend or a date, you. they ceased their relentless teasing for your benefit, but you knew spencer got the brunt of it when you weren't around. they mean well, they’re just annoying, he told you after you met them for the first time. 

you saunter over, ready to tease him. you can't help but want to, he's just so easy. plus, you think it's endearing when he's flustered. “you wanna put it up?” you ask with a smirk, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“what! oh- i don't know, no- uhm- well i don't mean no like it would be bad a bad thing- i just mean–” he stammers nervously, eyes wide and slightly panicked, before you cut him off with a laugh. 

“calm down, pretty. i'm just joshin’ ya.”

he lets out a sigh of relief, though it's laced in hidden disappointment. he wouldn't mind if you put it up, wouldn't mind at all. he hands you your mug, navy with little yellow speckles that resembled stars. with his own in hand, he leads you out of the kitchen.

you settle on the couch beside each other. your shoulder lightly bumps against his in steady beats because you're still swaying, as you blow at your drink. worried about you spilling he peels it from you and sets it down on the arm rest to cool on its own. your knee is bouncing now as the next song starts playing, our love. 

“there's a girl in town and words gone around she's just fine,” you sing quietly, head dropping onto his shoulder. “so i don't worry my head cause i know her heart is tied to mine.” you tip back onto the cushions, and you raise a dramatic hand to your chest, over your heart. “the life that we live and the love that i give to her. each day it grows more and more i'm sure, it shows. well,” you shift to face him, leaning closer. 

“our love, is a bubblin' fountain. our love, that flows into a sea. our love, deeper than any ocean. our love, for eternity.”

you quiet as the second verse starts playing, switching to mouthing the lyrics instead. you look at him with a reverie, head tilted in observation, that makes him nervous. “…he holds me down for sure.” in diligent self-sabotage, he combats this by starting to sing along with you, putting his mug down beside yours, effectively ending the moment as you spring in recognition.

your eyebrows furrow in amusement as you follow suit, planting your hands on his shoulders to move his in tow with yours. the angle is awkward, and he looks a little silly as he does it but it's fine. the chorus plays through and you tire, dipping your head back into his shoulder as he returns your mug to you, albeit still quietly mumbling the lyrics. 

you practically chug the tea, having reached an ideal temperature. spencer sits sipping slowly, a serial sipper. you curl into his side in the meantime, arm looped through his. after several minutes, he finishes and you take both mugs to the sink, rinsing them swiftly. 

you slowly but surely continue decorating. two stockings adorned with your initials hang from the key rack in the hallway. handmade paper snowflakes are stuck to the window, snowflakes that had you and spencer hunched over in concentration on the floor a few nights ago, tediously cutting away. you go back and forth on whether the tinsel would go well with the tree, realising all it missed was something sparkly, you wrap it around. spencer nails a simple wreath on the front door, there's a little purple bow on it. snoopy is placed in the midst of the trinkets that sat at your tv table–good choice, you think. you change out the pillowcases on the couch for ones with a red flannel pattern and throw the new blanket across the back. 

the space is perfect, standing in the middle of the room you take a deep breath. waxy candle scented greatness fills your senses, and somehow pine? from the wreath you assume. it's dimly lit, and the low light reflects off the sparkles on the tree gracefully. you wish you had a fireplace during times like this, you take a picture to preserve it anyway. 

you leave to change into your pyjamas, quickly so the cold doesn't linger on your skin. when you return to the living room you find spencer on the couch, a book perched in his lap. you come up to the back, mistletoe that you fished out of your pocket in hand. you crouch behind him, a little to his right, with the leaves dangling over his head. you graze it lightly on his hair and he looks up. his eyes widen slightly in realisation, but he doesn't try to move, he's intently still. with an amused huff, you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. he's still frozen in place, so as to prolong whatever's happening, a flush spreading across his face. you lean back and drop the sprig into the seat beside him. 

“goodnight spencer,” you whisper, suddenly timid. he touches his fingers to the area as you walk away. 

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

a few hours later, he walks into your room, quietly padding across the floor, to your side of the bed. he made the mistake of drinking a cup of coffee a few minutes after you left and now, he can't sleep, naturally. he bends and presses a kiss to your forehead, in some kind of implied reciprocation. you don't feel it, you don't even stir, but for now, that's alright with him.

he’ll put the mistletoe up, maybe in the doorway to the kitchen. and hope to god you both find yourselves under it at the same time.

m.list | comments and reblogs are appreciated :)

[blaire-apricity]

Hii, can i request the LADs boys reacting to mc avoiding them after they kissed for the first time?? Thank youu

First Kiss

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯���𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

The first kiss with Xavier was featherlight and gentle, imbued with a tenderness that was unmistakable. You could see through his body language how his tensed shoulders eased the moment your lips touched; his hand intertwined with yours while the other cupped your cheek with delicate care. He was cautious, ensuring he didn’t surprise you or cause any discomfort.

You melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind it. As he pulled away, those tender eyes gazed at you with a softness that made your heart flutter, the corner of his lips curving into a small, endearing smile. Overwhelmed by the intimacy, you felt a rush of embarrassment and flusteredness, instinctively turning away to excuse yourself. Your heart raced wildly, threatening to burst from your chest.

Xavier stood there, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He processed the situation, momentarily worrying that he had done something wrong to provoke such a reaction, unaware that your response was born from sheer flustered-ness.

You didn’t avoid him outright, but whenever you spoke, you averted your gaze, the memory of his lips lingering each time you met his eyes.

��I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice tinged with guilt. He felt he might have made you uncomfortable, and though he cherished that first kiss, he was ready to restrain himself if it meant ensuring your comfort. His expression was akin to a bunny with drooping ears, vulnerable and earnest.

Xavier’s tendency to blame himself led to numerous apologies, but as you explained your side, his eyes gradually lit up. Hearing you admit that it was embarrassment and not discomfort that fueled your reaction, his imaginary bunny ears perked up.

He didn’t mind your initial avoidance, and knowing your true feelings now, a genuine smile spread across his face. The fact that he could elicit such a flustered reaction from you made him quietly elated.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Zayne’s kiss was surprisingly intense, a stark contrast to his usual cold exterior. Many assumed his gestures would be distant and minimal, but his kiss was the complete opposite. His hand gently supported the back of your head while the other cupped your cheek, his lips pressing against yours with a passion that was almost overwhelming. His kiss was full of emotion, conveying a depth of feeling that his reserved demeanor often hid.

You were utterly flustered, even more so when he pulled away and his eyes softened, examining your dazed expression. Everything went blank in your mind, the intensity of your emotions making it hard to process anything.

For hours, you were lost in that moment. Even when he tried to speak to you, waving his hand, you barely responded, leaving him to think you were deliberately ignoring him.

“Y/n, are you angry?” he asked, his direct gaze snapping you out of your trance momentarily.

“W-What? N-No,” you stammered, trying to gather your thoughts. He remained silent, staring at you with an expectant look, prompting you to confess your feelings.

You explained that it was a pleasant but overwhelming feeling, not something you could immediately process. His expression softened, and you swore you saw the corner of his lips curve into a rare, fond smile, making you blush even more.

“Next time,” he began, “let me know.” His tone was calm, but his words carried a gentle insistence. He wanted you to communicate better for the sake of both of you.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Despite his bratty nature, Rafayel’s kiss was calculated and surprisingly tender. It was both of your first kiss, yet it felt like he instinctively knew what to do. You expected his gestures to be limited to holding hands, but his kiss was a revelation. He seemed to hold himself back, his longing and devotion palpable in the way he kissed you. It felt like he was pouring his heart into that kiss, desperate yet controlled, as if he was trying not to overwhelm you.

The rush of emotions took you by surprise. Your wide eyes, cheeks tinged with a pink blush, and racing heart betrayed your astonishment. As he pulled back, Rafayel scanned your expression, frowning slightly, unsure of your reaction.

“…What?” he asked, his confusion evident.

“…I…” You trailed off, struggling to form coherent words. Rafayel’s brows knitted in curiosity and confusion.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like that,” he said, his signature annoyed expression appearing as he crossed his arms.

“What? No! I did!” you quickly reassured him, knowing how dramatic Rafayel could be.

He turned away with a huff, unconvinced by your words. In the end, it was you who needed to explain your reaction. Before you could avoid him, Rafayel would confront you, demanding clarity.

Despite his bratty demeanor, which you found endearing, Rafayel took full advantage of your reactions, using them to his benefit. His charm lay in his ability to be both frustrating and utterly captivating.

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sharing your first kiss with Sylus was an intense, straightforward gesture. Once he had your consent, he held nothing back. He intertwined his fingers with yours, making you feel his dominance as he crashed his lips against yours. His kiss was deep and demanding, his grip on your hand tightening as he leaned in further. It was rough and aggressive, leaving you breathless and taken aback.

When he finally pulled away, his grip on you loosened slightly. You excused yourself quickly, feeling the embarrassment and the pounding of your heart. The encounter left you flustered and speechless.

For hours, you avoided him, feeling awkward whenever you crossed paths in the manor. You gave him no explanation, leaving him puzzled and annoyed.

Eventually, he cornered you, pulling you close so your chest pressed against his. His towering figure and intense gaze made you even more flustered.

“I don’t appreciate being ignored, sweetie,” he said, his tone slightly annoyed. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “If you didn’t like it, you can simply tell me.”

The close proximity made you stammer, but you managed to explain your reaction despite your stuttering. His frown slowly eased, replaced by a smirk as he realized the effect his kiss had on you.

“I should increase that effect then,” he concluded, his gaze narrowing in amusement.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡! 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛~ 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒, 𝐼 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡!

[jinxyjinxer]

˗ˏˋ FELL ˎˊ˗ being his crush he finally gets to fuck

⟢ characters : Jayce Talis

⟢ warnings : m!reader, mlm, top!jayce x bottom!reader, nipple play, anal, jerking off, takes place during jayce's education, bisexual jayce that fucks around because I said so

It was no secret to the students of Piltover's University that one of their most prestigious students, Jayce Talis, liked to mingle with not only the opposite sex but also the same one.

He was young and adventurous, not one to settle down with the first person that confessed their feelings for him, preferring to just have flings or friendships — if you can call them that — with benefits. Which did not mean by any means that he didn't have his eye on a certain someone.

Someone he thought of very highly.

Someone he imagined every time he would mingle with a person that wasn't them.

He did not think of the person beneath or on top of him, no, he only could think about one specific student that he had his eyes on — you.

With how confident he was around everyone else it must have been easy for Jayce to ask you out on a date but no, he took months to finally even just talk to you. But you liked him secretly as well, so it didn't take long for the two to go further than just meeting up to hang out.

"I'm sorry I- you just were so close and I thought you were about to lean in- I didn't mean to-", Jayce stuttered as he looked down at you, having you pinned beneath him on his bed. He truly was a fool in love.

The two of you had spent some time together in his dormitory room, just hanging out and talking about god and the world until Jayce suddenly kissed you. It wasn't like you didn't reciprocate it, the chaste kiss quickly becoming deeper and steamier, tongues fighting for dominance while he slowly pushed you down to lay flat against his mattress, placing himself in between your legs and hooking them around his thighs, his already hardening crotch pressing against your own, making a soft mewl escape your lips which led to what he just said.

But you didn't want to see any of his shy and flustered behaviour.

How come he was always so confident around others but when he's with you he barely gets a word out?

"Fuck me, Jayce. I want you", was all the words it took for him to regain all of his confidence he usually put on display.

Without hesitating a moment further, Jayce leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss once again, immediately going in and letting his tongue explore your wet cavern.

He was on you like a lion on its prey, devouring everything you had to offer him.

His hands swiftly glided down from your arms to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and exposing your torso to him. Simultaneously his mouth began to wander, first kissing your jaw, then your neck and going down more and more until he had reached one of your nipples, taking it into his mouth, biting and sucking until he finally could hear that sweet voice of yours moaning his name so delightfully. But he wasn't done with just one, no. Once he was satisfied he gave the other nipple the same attention, his pants becoming unbearingly tight from how hard and turned on he was.

He then dragged his tongue across your torso until he reached the hem of your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling everything you had down so you'd finally lay in front of him completely exposed, your dick standing proudly and pre-cum drooling from your tip. Gods, how much Jayce loved this sight.

"You look... Divine", he said in awe, eyes fixated on your body, almost unable to draw away his gaze.

But the need to fuck you was bigger than the need to worship your body alone, after all he could do both at the same time. "Is it okay if we skip foreplay? I just wanna feel your hole around me", Jayce asked, almost begged, you, mind fogged by the immense need to fuck you senseless.

"I promise I'll make it up", he quickly added when you didn't respond which just elicited a chuckle from you, nodding and giving him the green light he needed to continue.

As quickly as he could, Jayce got rid of his pants and underwear throwing them into some corner of the room, his cock resting nicely against his toned abdomen, the tip red and leaking, twitching from how needy he was.

Not wasting more time than he already did he reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a nicely but decently decorated flask clearly full of lube of which he smeared a handful around his cock and between your cheeks and into your hole with a quick dip of his fingers.

His strong hands came down to grip your waist, pulling your hips up just enough so he could align his tip with your entrance, your dick twitching at the though of how his big and thick cock would feel inside of you.

You gave him a small nod, giving Jayce the last confirmation he needed to sink his throbbing erection into you, groaning at how tight and warm you felt around him, your walls snuggly fitting around him.

"Mhm, fuck...", Jayce cursed once he finally was fully inside of you, his eyes half lidded from pleasure and gaze filled with lust.

As much as he just wanted to move and fuck you, he knew how painful it was for you to take him without any preparation, so like the gentleman he was, he stayed still as best as he could, letting you adjust to his sheer size and girth as long as you needed to.

Once he knew you were fine and ready Jayce didn't hold back.

As soon as he moved his hips, he almost pulled out completely only to slam back into you again, making you moan out loudly and arch your back at how deep he was. Jayce repeated this over and over again, his thrusts becoming faster and harder with every time he slammed back into your tight hole.

It was almost embarrassing for him how fast Jayce felt himself near the edge of his orgasm. You didn't voice how close you were but he also didn't want to stop now so he just used one of his still lubey hands to jerk you off in the rhythm of his thrusts until the two of you came unison, Jayce having quickly pulled out prior to his organs, his seed and your own mixing and covering your stomach, chest and the sheets beneath.

[ejundo]

˗ ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

loud outgoing m. reader x introverted cold quiet oc [damien z.]

warnings . + ♡

semi-public ? , hickeys [claiming?} , teasing , alcohol , drinking , drunk sex, hate sex blabla, pwop, slight bruise (just aggressive sex) , manhandling, .. spit for lube, not proofread , reader is implied to have a cock. bad grammar&purposely lowercase! ｡>﹏<｡

smut fem dni. ty!

it's... a mystery to how you and damien zicado ever became friends... the two of you had always had pointless arguments and were clearly polar opposites, everything about you guys. whether it would be the... style! or your personalities. it was different.

see.. you were extremely obnoxious and loud, in a somewhat comforting way. to the point it aggravated damien heavily, you and damien just couldn't stand each other at all. you. thinking of damien as a boring boy who had nothing interesting about him, of course you weren’t wrong. there was nothing intriguing about damien, yet that didn’t stop him from having a decent amount of friends, those same friends being your friends and that is how you met!

. ♡

"damien, you are seriously annoying the hell out of me!" the angry voice spat out your angry voice, you and damien zicado were in a heated argument their only friends who had invited them had went off .. somewhere in the loud club. it was honestly a surprise that the two could even hear each other bickering back and forth.

your face was scrunched up as your eyes squinted at damien giving him a weird look. he simply rolled his eyes at you "oh wow really? me? annoying? woah! get this y.n l.n im not you! " damien spat back. continuing to go off on each other, some people looking at you and him with concern.

damien furrowed his eyebrows the alcohol was fueling his anger as he looked at your figure with hate yet a hint of lust could be seen behind those eyes and it was clear that the two wanted each other so.. badly. well.. he wanted you so badly. the lust was evident and practically surrounded him. causing you to be as enchanted, that didn’t stop you from talking back to him.

though…

in a flash, you were suddenly grabbed by your wrist and held against the wall that damien was previously leaning on "you never know when to shut up. well let me just help you out yeah?" blinking rapidly you didn’t know what to feel other then shock. a whimper left your lips as both his hands held yours against the wall.

by the way damien was holding your wrist it was clear that it would leave a somewhat bruise. his grip tightened as damien pulled you in, lips connecting as damien leaned into it, to shocked to even process what was happening you just let it happen. confusion overwhelmed your body as you tried processing the situation. kissing a hot dude— or rather making out with a hot dude after some heated argument. both a loss and a win?

you had tried to calm down before realizing that he taking a deep breath through his nose and leaned into the session, tongue and all.

the grip on your wrist loosened and soon enough it turned into a more passionate and heated kiss, smiling in relief as you wrapped ur arms gently around his neck. damien opened his eyes and remembered that you and him were still in public

“mmm, as much as i want to show everybody how good i’m gonna treat you… we wouldn’t want to be seen as those types of people right baby?..” damien hummed as he caressed your waist. you could only nod a smile on your lips as you held onto damien for dear life…. this man was doing something to you.

. ♡

you heavily panted as you stared hatefully at damien throuh the mirror,all he was doing was prepping you with his finger and you were acting a mess..

“f..-ngh! fuck….” you gripped onto the bathroom sink as your legs shook uncontrollably. “damien….th…iss is extremely, unsanitary…..” you hissed, damien hummed as he patted your right ass cheek gently. He looked at you through the mirror making direct eye contact, a grin plastering on his face as he watched you become flustered at the contact.

“that’s to bad?… if you want me so badly then you can deal with it.” damien pulled his fingers out a whine emerging from your lips at the sudden emptiness only to be silenced by damien’s fingers “be a good boy and clean ‘em. please.” he said quietly, you did as told damien watching you intently before focusing his self to your ass? or rather something else. you shook your head and continued sucking on the fingers.

you observed your appearance, obviously looking more disheveled compared to damien as half of your clothes were discarded except for your shirt… surprisingly… meanwhile damien was still fully dressed in his lazy clothing… despite going to a club he still wore baggy lazy clothing… no wonder you hate him.

rolling your eyes you opened your mouth to signal that you were done cleaning the fingers. he dragged them lazily out of your mouth and rested his other hand on your hip, now using his dominant hand. focused on the mirror u watched as damien pulled a condom out of his pocket raising an eyebrow. was he planning this or did he just want to get a fuck?

shaking the thought you let out a soft sigh until you hears damien spit, you looked back at him and watched as he lathered the spit “you bought a condom but not lube?” damien glanced over to you, he furrowed his eyebrows before focusing back on his own cock.

you were surprised he didn’t say anything back but shrugged it off. “if you want to stop, safe word is…. green. and if you cant speak, knock harshly on the sink 4 times, alright?” you nodded, and held the counter.

damien wasted no time in fucking you, he slammed in a gasp erupted from your mouth as you lifted your leg in surprised, “hng— fuck!—“ you held your mouth as damien went at an almost inhumane speed. well, thats how it seemed.

groans and grunts were coming from damien meanwhile loud whines and whimpers erupted from you, legs shaking and back arched as sweat trailed down your face and legs. taking a glance into the mirror damien looked like he was in a trance. removing your hand you replaced it with the sink gripping tightly and harshly, "mmhnn.. fuck!- damien..." whispering his name. He was holding your waist so tightly you were extra positive you were gonna get bruises.. seeing that a bruise was forming on your wrist from earlier... many minutes later, you were reaching ur climax "dami- hnhh.. im gonna cum......" you whimpered as you stared up at the mirror, you didn't expect to see damien staring right back, with a grunt he nodded, possibly saying that you could cum. not like you were gonna listen if he told you not too..

and so, you held the sink even tighter as your back arched a loud whine erupting as you reached your climax, the white goo shooting to the floor. damien followed behind as he stopped thrusting. though it was weird.. as you could feel the warmth of his cum seeping inside.

"i thought you wore a condom..." you managed to mutter, he pulled his cock out before glancing at the broken condom. "woops... i don't have anything and I hope you don't either.." you simply shook your head. "im not a hoe." damien rolled his eyes before his head snapped towards the noise, causing for you to look aswell.

it was his and your friend staring at the two of you. with pure shock on their faces..

"err.. awkward..?"

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this didn't take aslong as i thought it would? BUT i am glad that i finally posted something after like.. 4 weeks. maybe idfk..? but ATLAS! i am donee :3 i hoped you enjoyed meeting damien "zicardo" Z. !!!!!! meowmeow byeee [MY REQUEST ARE OPENN!! pls request i need more motivation.. and you guys are able to ask literally anything idm :D]

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ BURN FOR ME꒱ ˎˊ˗ arlecchino

You are a ballerina. In the age of advanced technologies that develop faster and more realistically every day, you are afraid of becoming just a shadow of these technologies..

✧ warnings — NSFW. hurt/comfort, fem ! ballerina ! reader , gentle sex, romance, arlechinno my husband. ✧ minors & non nb/wlw do not interact. !! ✧ a/n — I thought about the backstory of the fic for a long time, because I didn't want to write nsfw just like that lol, this is the first time I'm writing to a girl on my account, I mostly only wrote to boys..😅😅 (Arlecchino step on me)

You are standing on a small stage. You are wearing a white ballet skirt. A little fluffy, covered in detailed patterns, a little sparkling in the dark, gloomy little performance hall.

There are people sitting in the chairs, all dressed in the latest fashion, and somewhere above, a couple of important Fontaine officials are sitting, looking down on you like hawks at their next victim. And you dance, dance and dance like a white swan on the lake, your movements as precise as they are elegant.

And you are scared. Sweat runs down your back, making the fabric of your dress unpleasantly sticky and wet. It is stuffy, your head is spinning from the music, and if you look into the distance, it seems as if the whole space is shimmering.

.. And the music ends.. You hear applause.

You breathe heavily, trying to hide it. You stand up straighter, arching your back almost to the point of crunching, and bow. But when you straighten up, you understand that people are not looking at you. And opposite you, there, on the other side of the stage, is a robot. Without heavy clothes, without makeup that hides almost all the flaws of the face. Without ballet shoes shoes..

..Without a face that needs to be constantly controlled. Without eyes that can look into the abyss of feelings, if only you look into them in response..Without a heart.

The robot opposite you is singing a melody for your own performance. People surround this robot, looking at the miracle of mechanics with delight and childish spontaneous curiosity. They applaud, praise the creator of the robot and Fontaine's new policy regarding technological progress.

And you stand right in front of this crowd on a huge stage, in a belle skirt and ballet shoes. You see these people. Who applaud some robot, they listen to a mechanical repetition of how someone sang in the past. A repetition devoid of feelings and sincerity. A repetition set by some algorithm of numbers of a simple code - "one" - "zero" - "one" And so on - to infinity

And you Dance, stand. Dance, stand. And so on - to infinity.

You remember how a few years ago everything was different. Children loved to watch your performance, and people in the big theater did not take their eyes off you and looked at you with delight. You try not to look in the direction where the robot is standing and there are people who with trepidation and admiration surround this insensitive and heartless robot. When all the people left the hall, leaving you alone in this space..

You shudder.

You hear the only sound of applause very close, you turn your head to the side. A woman is looking at you and applauding, it seems, at you, and not at all at the robot. She is looking you straight in the eyes. Her smile is sincere. The woman's eyes are two strokes of scarlet, which are permanently burned into your retina.

She is tall, slightly taller than you. Slender, her waist is very thin. The woman is completely covered by some strange, but elegant clothes

of an alien style. Black-white-red. Three constants in her clothes.

You are silent. Over the past two years, you have forgotten how to perceive recognition. You bowed again, you smiled at her. You curtsied and the woman let out a chuckle.

The woman suddenly comes closer to you. There is something in her movements that you involuntarily take a small step back, still standing on your toes and in that damn ballet skirt, and it seems that you are still shorter than her.

The woman moves so close to you that you feel the air around you change with her breath. You feel the warmth, not of a machine, not of a monster.

Warmth. A little burning, unfamiliar, but inviting.

The warmth of a human body.

"Good performance. And a good mask on the face," the woman whispers in your ear, sending goosebumps through your body.

The woman barely noticeably runs the fingers of her right hand along your shoulder. You feel how sharp her nails are, but you don't feel pain, only unnatural warmth.

The woman's hand suddenly moves away, and you feel something cold in your hands.

The moment of warmth disappears as quickly as it appeared. The woman moves away from you and with the same smirk on her thin, even lips, goes somewhere, passing by the switched off robot where people were looking a couple of minutes ago. And you stand, looking after her as if amazed. Like the statues of the Archons, who are eternally motionless and which nothing can revive - not even the prayer of a desperate mortal.

You suddenly realize that you have barely breathed all this time and have heard nothing but a low, hoarse female whisper.

You blink, look around, but it is too late - the woman has already managed to leave the hall, haha, and you did not even hear the slamming door.

You automatically look at your palm and find several large mora coins.

You swallow as you gradually return to reality and begin to see and hear everything perfectly. You look at several mora coins in your hand. The mask on the face always needs mora so that it continues to be beautiful and perfect.

But the heart burning in the darkness - no.

Your routine is simple. Put on makeup, put on a ballet skirt, bandage your chest so that it does not stick out, and put on ballet shoes. Lace up the corset. Repeat the dance that you have rehearsed countless times before. Inhale - exhale. Count to ten, put a smile on your face - and go out on stage. Lately, you are rarely invited to participate in solo performances in the theater. You look like a robot among artists, although in fact you are an artist and there are only mechanical iron things around you.

You stand up, long accustomed to the blinding spotlights in the first seconds of the performance. A couple of young magicians performed in front of you, you met them before, nice guys, they helped you once… but you don’t really care about it.

And it’s your turn, you start dancing, spinning, doing pirouettes and complex movements. All this is a continuous performance, and all life is a theater, you all need to play your roles on time. But isn’t there passion and tragedy in the theater at the same time?

You close your eyes and remember that very warmth. So human and inhuman at the same time. You remember the hot breath and inspiration that washed over you the moment you saw that streak of scarlet in that strange woman's eyes. If the heart could burn with a living flame, all your clothes would have burned away long ago, charred, and you would be dancing naked on this stage. But haven't you been naked for a long time? Doesn't inspiration burn away a person's outer self and set fire to his inner self?

You know that this woman is in the audience; sitting among the few spectators who still enjoy a living human performance, despite all the technological progress in Fontaine.

You don't wonder about her reaction, you don't think about the smirk on her perfect marble face. You don't imagine her words that would send a pleasant, euphoric shiver down your body.

You stop your dance with a bow as the music fades. You've already torn your heart out of your chest, it's burning - so why prefaces and afterwords? You open your eyes, the spotlights, as usual, blind you a little. But they seem like shadows compared to what's burning inside you. You look ahead. Someone is applauding you, but you're looking at that woman whose eyes are piercing your entire body like needles.

She's clapping too, and on her face is the same smile-smirk.

The spotlights disappear. The red curtain closes. And you exhale, carrying within you, somewhere deep in your body, that very spark. And the fire that started from that spark and turned that same spark into nothing.

---

You gasp for air and grip the edge of the dressing room vanity table with your hands. Someone else's lips on your neck are like tongues of flame and cold, sharp peaks at the same time. Thin, dark fingers with long nails gently brush your hair back. A bouquet of blood flowers that this woman gave you is lying around somewhere in the dressing room after the show. The dim light from the lamps dances bizarrely across the woman's face, making her look like something unnatural, illusory.

You swallow and exhale again, pressing your back against the tabletop. You reach for the human warmth and put your arms around the woman's back, running your hands over her bare, thin, slender waist.

"What is your name?"

You ask hoarsely between deep, shuddering breaths. The woman grins. She runs her hot, long tongue down your neck, leaving a thin trail of saliva. She looks up at you with her eyes, a thin scarlet streak. Then she straightens up a little and whispers in your ear, "Arlecchino"

Her answers are always like that - short and laconic. Always appropriate, even though you've only heard her answers a few times in your life.

Arlecchino spreads your legs with her knee, then smoothly lifts you by the waist and makes you sit on the countertop, pressing your back against the vanity mirror. The woman's hot hands fall on your hips and stroke them through the layers of your dress. You swallow and reach for another wet kiss, smearing the lipstick on Arlecchino's lips, mixing your lipstick with hers. Her tongue touches yours, and you shiver, feeling how wet you are becoming. Her hot, slender hands slide under your dress and touch your naked skin.

You break the kiss and throw your head back in pleasure, you painfully hit the cold mirror behind you with the top of your head, and Arlecchino removes one of her hands on your hips, and pulls this hand to your head, to the back of your head, to protect you from the unpleasant, cold pain.

You moan softly when someone else's lips touch your neck again. A hot tongue slides along your skin down to your collarbones. Arlecchino removes her hand from your hip and begins to feverishly quickly pull down the top of your dress, exposing your chest. When her hot mouth and hot tongue touch one of your nipples, you arch your back, breathing heavily and moaning with pleasure. If Harlequin hadn't protected the back of your head with her hand, you would have definitely broken the mirror.

The woman looks up at you, although she bends over because of her height. Her eyes burn with desire and anticipation when she sucks your nipple into her mouth again with her lips and makes a loud smack. You shudder again. You gently squeeze the other's breast, and your hand rests on her thigh.

The woman suddenly touches your breast in a certain place and hoarsely says: "What I like, I do not give. And if from this my hands become even more charred, then I will only enjoy it."

You suddenly understand where exactly this woman's hand is on your naked chest. Her hand is near the place where your flaming heart beats greedily. A crooked smile creeps onto your lips as you tremble with desire. You whisper with heat in your voice, looking at the blood-red streaks in the eyes of the woman in front of you:

"Well, then burn. Burn for me. Arlecchino.."

She thin lips opposite stretch into a hungry smile. You are kissed again, the tongue penetrating deep into your mouth. You respond to the kiss, clinging with your hands to the shoulders of Arlecchino.

You never really cared about the politics of other regions of Teyvat, too busy with your own problems. So you had no idea that this strange name "Arlecchino" had its own meaning, but you had a feeling that she was somehow connected with the fatui..

You were just thinking about how interesting this name was.

You will definitely understand everything much later: who this woman in front of you is, what she does, why her hands are so black, as if they were really charred. But maybe it's even for the best. Why prefaces and afterwords when the spark has already become a flame?

@anantaru @hitomisuzuya @lavandulawrites @himasgod @neuvigroove @quimichi @rsventhesecondd @anemoswirlsmyheart @nil4everheartz @kujiba @genshingorlsrevengeance @shyentsfoundherink @lavandulawrites @ashyashylee @s4nguiine

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PAIRING‧₊˚  Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem!Reader (one sided)

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚  [4.1k] Left alone with Topper while Rafe is out, his best friend seems to take a shot at you...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚  non-con/dub-con, smut, swearing, dark!rafe, gullible!reader, sexual coercion/manipulation, deception, cheating, yelling, manhandling, implied murder/attempted murder

A/N‧₊˚ part of my angstober event!

˗ˏˋ rafe masterlist ˎˊ˗

YOU SAT ON THE COUCH IN RAFE’S LIVING IN NOTHING BUT ONE OF HIS SHIRTS, WATCHING TV AS HE EMERGED FROM DOWN THE HALL. He had his phone and car keys in hand, the jingling of the metal causing your eyes to drift from the flashing of digital colors to him. 

“Are you leaving?” You inquired, leaning your weight on one arm as you sat up on the couch slightly.

“Yeah, something came up but it won’t take long.” You frowned as you watched his frame edge closer to the front door of The Cameron Residence, his hand on the doorknob as he turned around to look at your half-dressed figure on the sofa. “Go put some pants on. Topper’s still coming by.”

You wanted to groan at his statement. “Can’t he hang out with Kelce? He always want to hang with you. Doesn't he have other friends?”

“He’s still upset about Sarah leaving him and he thinks she’ll pop up around the house. Look just, don’t say anything about her around him. Alright?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, mumbling something about Topper being annoying before turning away from him to face the TV once again, fully prepared to hear the slam of the front door signaling his absence. You never heard that confirmation, however. Instead, you were met with the feeling of Rafe’s calloused hand on your jaw just before you registered his quick footsteps, the man using his firm grip to tilt your head back where you were greeted with the sight of him staring you down.

“Drop the attitude. If I have to put up with you, you have to put up with him. So fix your damn face and be nice.” He told you sternly and in a hushed tone before releasing his grip and allowing your face to drop, the strain on your neck easing itself out. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the way his words stung in the slightest of ways. You could hear his heavy steps following their path back to the front door, the alarm system chiming and hinges creaking as he opened the door. “And I’m serious, go put some pants on.” Was all he said before you heard the slam of the front door.

NOT EVEN THIRTY MINUTES HAD PASSED SINCE RAFE LEFT. You’d resistantly done as he said, going into his bedroom and finding a pair of shorts you’d left here and tugging them on, despite them being swallowed by his shirt anyway, barely able to tell you were wearing them.

You were on the sofa again, laying on your back as you scrolled through your phone when suddenly, you heard the lock on the front door being twisted, mechanisms clanking against each other and echoing out in the expanse of the room. Head twisting towards the noise, a stream of sunlight welcomed itself in as Topper walked into the home, carefully closing the door behind himself. 

Turning around, he was visibly startled by your face peeking above the back of the couch. “Oh, hey.” He breathed out, realizing it was just you. “I forgot Rafe said you’d be here, too." He spoke absentmindedly. "Where is he, by the way?” He questioned, walking around to stand in front of your outstretched frame.

You politely slid your feet off of the length of the furniture, clearing a space for him to sit next to you. You were both on two opposite ends of the couch and you didn’t miss the way he eyed the length of your exposed legs, tongue coming out to lick the corner of his mouth. 

“He had to do something, said he’d be back soon.” You responded back, mainly giving your attention to your phone as you leaned against the arm of the couch and tried not to look at him. It was mildly awkward in the space — seeing as you’d only ever really interacted with Topper when your boyfriend was around and now that it was just you two, there was a tension that clouded the room. Rafe always served as an icebreaker and he wasn't here to break the ice.

Topper hummed in response. Eventually, you turned off your phone, diverting your attention to the TV and that was when you noticed it — Topper’s eyes fleeting to you every couple of seconds in your peripheral. Your legs were curled up underneath you and his eyes roamed your figure, up and down with little shame. This went on for a couple minutes until he spoke up.

“When did you say Rafe would be back again?”

Your wide eyes drifted to the blonde on the far end of the couch, nervously going between him and the program that was playing low in the background. “Oh, um, I didn’t. But he should be back soon.” 

Only then did you notice Rafe had been gone for a fair amount of time. But it wasn’t anything new. Knowing him he could be back within the next five minutes or five hours, not a care in the world that you were stuck in the house with his best friend who wouldn't stop staring at you. Was there something on on your shirt? Did he want to say something?

“You know, he might be helping his dad. I heard something happened to one of the construction sites. A roof collapsed or something.” He told you, sitting up straighter. “...That could take a while.”

“Oh.” You said apprehensively. “If that’s the case then yeah, he might be a while. I can go to his room so you can have this space to yourself-”

“No, no,” Topper interrupted, dragging himself closer to you across the couch, now only inches away. Your back ached as you pressed yourself against the armrest, his sudden close proximity startling you. “I don't mind. We can keep each other company.” He spoke lowly, eyes boring into yours. One of his hands came up to caress your thigh, his fingers gliding across the flesh as your heart thumped in your chest. You didn't feel comfortable with that.

“It’s just that, I’ve been having a really hard time getting my mind off of Sarah, y’know? I could use the company.” 

“I heard about that…” You mumbled.

The boy scoffed. “The whole island has. She really embarrassed me and it’s just been hard trying to act like I’m okay.” His eyes were on your lips now, eyeing them as he spoke. “But I think you could help distract me…”

You suddenly felt uneasy but also somewhat bad for him. As much as she had the rights to, Sarah had embarrassed Topper to quite the extreme. Not only did she dump him, but she was now dating a pogue who demeaned him at every given chance. It was a rivalry, of course. So, you couldn’t imagine his anger.

“Distract you…how?” Was the first thing that rolled off your tongue, the hand that was kneading your thigh coming up to gently grab your wrist. 

“You could start by solving the problem you’ve created,” He said enigmatically, dragging your limp palm to rest against the crotch of his pants where you could feel a prominent erection poking through the fabric. The action set off alarm bells in your mind, quickly tugging your hand away and pushing yourself further up the couch.

Shaking your head side to side, you spoke a mile a minute. “I think I gave you the wrong idea. I didn't- I don’t think Rafe would be okay with this-”

“He is.” Topper blurted, cheeks turning red.

“...He is?”

“He would be. I’m his best friend, right? You gotta trust me, I know him better than anyone. Plus, he would be proud of you for helping out his friend. I know he would.” The boy explained. 

Topper wasn’t a fool but he knew that you could be. Not a fool necessarily...gullible would be a better phrase. To some people, you seemed bimbo-ish — a pretty face with not a clear thought behind your eyes. He always thought that was why it was so easy for Rafe to walk you the way he did. Rafe had you wrapped around his finger and there was no doubt that he loved you, though it may not always seem evident. 

Topper had always thought you were desirable and secretly admired the way you absentmindedly submitted to Rafe without hesitation, he didn’t know whether it was out of fear or love, or both. All he knew was that look that you got in your eyes whenever Rafe was around, that pleading, doe-eyed look you sported in the presence of your boyfriend was something he’d wanted to see up close and personal for a long time now. You were a craving, a sexual fantasy that Topper could never have. Not until now, anyway.

And if he had to spew a couple little white lies to get you to spread your legs, then he was going to do whatever it took. And Rafe would never have to know. Because he wanted you more than he feared Rafe.

“You really think so?” You questioned the validity of Topper’s claims, the only thing on your mind was the reward you’d possibly receive for helping your boyfriend’s best friend feel just a little bit better in the face of heartbreak.

“I know so. In fact, Rafe...actually suggested it.”

That statement made your gut twist. You didn’t know why, but it just did. It didn't sound like something Rafe would do, but Topper said he knew Rafe better than anyone. You guessed that included you.

“Well, if it’s okay with him then…”

The blonde smiled at this, his hands moving your waist and prying your frame off of the edge of the couch, practically yanking you into his lap. His blue eyes running between your pupils and your lips before he crashed his mouth against yours, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between them. You yelped into the exchange, the frantic neediness of it all catching you off guard.

You maneuvered your legs into a more comfortable position, now straddling his lap as his boner pressed directly against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts. You didn’t know how to respond to any of this — he was so much different from Rafe. You were used to the way Rafe loved you — the firmness in the way he kissed you, the small grunts he would let out in between each one, how he would eventually trail his kisses down the valley of your neck, the valley of your breasts, down your stomach.

Why didn’t he give Topper any kind of pointers when he suggested this? Probably because this is more for Topper than it is for you, you thought. This wasn’t for you at all, actually. You were a distraction. Or so you’d been told.

His tongue roamed the inside of your mouth, the warm muscle circling as it waited for your own to do the same. You tried to focus on pressing your lips against his with the same pressure, but you could never seem to catch whatever wavelength he was on. Eventually, he pulled back, his lips red, wet, and swollen. 

Your eyes tried to catch his but they were laser focused on your collarbone that was peeking out above Rafe’s shirt. His hands balled into fists, balling up the fabric that you wore into them and pulling it over your head and dropping the garment to the floor, leaving the ‘v’ of your breast exposed to him. The bra you had on pushing them up, making them look plump. You didn’t miss how Topper bit his lip as one of his hands came up to fondle one of the rounds of flesh, his hips bucking up into you as he did so. 

His hands circled your back, coming into contact with the clasp of your bra, ready to undo the item and let it fall until he seemingly decided against it, mumbling something about not wanting to make too much of a mess.

He was much more silent than Rafe. Rafe was not one to keep quiet during intimacy, always groaning, or swearing, and whispering something so dirty into your ear that you couldn’t help but moan out loud, arching into him.

The boy stood up with you on his lap, holding you up by your behind as to not drop you. With you in his arms, he turned as he stood up, gently laying you on the couch on your back. He wasted little time in dragging your shorts and underwear down your legs together, leaving you exposed and on display for him, a cool breeze passing between your legs.

“Shit…” Topper cursed under his breath as his eyes were glued to your dripping core. You were slightly confused when his hands immediately went to the button on his pants, undoing the closure and shoving the clothing down his legs, the fabric pooling around one of his ankles as he didn’t even bother to completely remove them.

He propped one leg up on the couch, the other planted on the floor as he pulled you closer by the hips. Using one of his hands, he guided the tip of his cock that was leaking with precum to your entrance. He teased himself before actually pushing it in, rubbing the head of it against the wetness that was dripping from you and onto the sofa, surely leaving a wet patch beneath you. Gliding it up and down, stopping to circle your clit before eventually pushing into you.

You let out a soft gasp, feeling a slight throb of pain as he stretched you out. You watched the boy carefully above you, one of his hands now outstretched as it gripped onto the armrest behind your head, eyes rolling back as his hips stuttered when his dick hit your cervix.

The intrusion didn’t feel bad but it didn’t feel great either. You didn’t know if it was because this was a foreign thing or because he just wasn’t Rafe.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you like this…” He muttered, almost mindlessly, under his breath. Eyes clouded over with pleasure as he drew his hips back slowly, only to push back in at an equally slow pace.

The statement threw you, prompting you to question his real motives but Topper was a genuine person, right? And he wouldn’t lie to you for no reason, especially not for his own gain…

Right?

He told you that you were just helping him take his mind off of Sarah, that this wasn’t wrong. So, you were taking his word for it. More than his word, actually. Topper wasn’t just Rafe’s friend, he was yours too, wasn’t he?

Topper’s slow pace wasn’t something you were fond of, you quickly realized. Your orgasm not even beginning to build but you kept quiet. This was to help him, not you. He was breaking out into a light sweat despite his slow momentum, biting harshly into his lips concealing any noise he may have made, veins protruding from his biceps as his grip on the headrest grew deathly.

It wasn’t long before he came, not bothering to pull out as he did so, letting his seed fill you up, some of it hitting the inside of your thighs as he pulled out. When he seemed to have emptied himself out, he barely acknowledged you as he retreated away, standing fully from the furniture as he shuffled his pants back up his legs. 

His breathing was shallow and his face was flushed, he didn’t even bother to clasp the button on his pants back together before he was making his way down the hall, presumably to the guest bathroom to get himself together.

You steadied your own breaths, labored from the unfamiliar experience rather than exhaustion or pleasure. Carefully, you sat up straight on the couch, shimmying your panties and shorts back onto both of your legs and dragging them back up to your waist, trying to ignore the way the fabric smeared his cum against your thighs. Topper’s secretion was still dripping out of you, making the fabric against your center uncomfortable — hot, sticky, and scratchy.

Fishing around on the floor, you retrieve Rafe’s shirt that had been abandoned in the beginning, slipping the loose fabric back over the length of your body.

Assuming Topper had gotten what he needed and your job here was done, you headed upstairs, prepared to shower in Rafe’s room.

You tried to ignore that feeling in your gut that had been bubbling since Topper put his hand on your thigh. You just couldn’t put your finger on why you felt so bad about doing a good thing.

BY THE TIME RAFE HAD RETURNED, TWO HOURS HAD PASSED. You’d cleaned yourself up, just throwing on another one of Rafe’s old graphic tees and a pair of sweatpants. When you’d returned downstairs after your shower, Topper was sitting comfortably on the piece of furniture as if nothing had happened. However, when you went to sit down, he’d tried to beckon you over to lay under his arm. You’d politely declined. 

So, you both sat in silence once again. Topper put on a movie to watch while you went right back to scrolling on your phone, getting a text from Rafe about an hour into the movie that he was on his way back.

When he’d finally gotten back, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest, shooting your boyfriend a giddy smile as he shut the door behind him.

“Rafe!” You practically cheered, hopping off of the couch and skipping over to where he was kicking his shoes off at the door. 

“Hey, I’m sorry that took so long…” He apologized mindlessly, eyes finally landing on you. “I’m glad you’re in a better mood.” He spoke, squinting his eyes with mild suspicion. His gaze drifted to Topper’s figure draped over the far end of the couch, jutting his head in his direction in greeting. “‘Sup, Top.”

“What’s good?” Topper replied nervously, not even able to maintain full eye contact with his friend. Rafe found it weird, making a face of confusion before ultimately letting it go. His eyes shifted back to where you stood in front of him, winding his arms around your waist, similar to how Topper had just hours ago.

Only Rafe’s touch was familiar — more comforting. The dirty blonde leaned down to press his lips against yours, kissing you lovingly for a few moments before pulling back as his eyes looked you up and down. His hands never left your waist as he walked you backwards towards the sofa. “Did you change?”

You glanced down at yourself, forgetting that you probably looked different than you did when he walked out of the door hours ago. You opened your mouth to reply honestly. You didn’t think what had gone down between you and Topper was some top-notch secret. After all, he said Rafe had suggested it. “Um, yeah. I just wanted to clean myself up after helping Topper out.”

Rafe’s face twisted at the statement. It’s not like it was an odd thing but he just had no idea what had happened while he was gone. “What happened?”

Now it was your face that was twisting, confused at his words. You opened your mouth to reply before Topper beat you to it, neck craned dangerously over the back of the couch as he spoke. “Oh, it was nothing, man. She was just being nice and getting me something to drink and spilled it on herself.”

Rafe seemed to take the answer at face value, not pressing any further as he guided you both to sit on the couch before he stopped in his tracks, hands letting go off you to rub at a dark spot on the fabric of the furniture that wasn’t there before he left. 

“Did you spill whatever it was on the couch?” He questioned irritatedly, rubbing and scratching that patch that wouldn’t budge. 

Neither you nor Topper responded as Rafe huffed, making his way towards the kitchen to retrieve something to try and scrub the stain out before Rose, the clean-freak she was, got on him about it. Standing over the sink however, he took notice of something — there were no glasses in the sink. In fact, the kitchen looked untouched from when it had been cleaned yesterday.

If you’d gotten Topper something to drink, where’d you pour it? Into the palm of his hands?

Rafe’s gaze rose to look at the blonde who was lounging on his couch and he’d looked up just in time to see his best friend’s gaze trail up the length of your frame hungrily. 

The action made a thought appear in his mind, a crazy thought. Rafe wasn’t as naive as you, he saw the way his friends looked at you and heard the way they tried to speak to you when they thought he couldn’t hear. He didn’t expect any of them to act on their whims unless they intended to lose their lives.

He hadn’t even noticed your presence beside him until he felt your fingers on the skin of his shoulder through his shirt, shifting his gaze towards you who was peering up at him. 

“Are you okay?”

The man’s eyes narrowed at you in the slightest, moving so that your faces were inches apart and he spoke in a hushed tone.

“The fuck did you do?” He questioned, tone short and mean. The look in his eyes had you scared and confused.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not-”

“So, nothing happened while I was gone?”

Your next response wasn’t as quick, mouth opening for a few seconds, eye fleeting between the two blondes before you answered. “All I did was help Topper out because he was sad about Sarah. He said you’d be okay with it, that you’d suggested it even-”

“Suggested wh- what the fuck are you talking about?” Rafe’s face was twisted, tone scolding as if he was upset with a child.

“I don’t know, he just started touching me and saying all this stuff-”

You were cut off when the irritated blonde grabbed you by the arms, slightly shaking you. “Tell me what happened.” He spoke menacingly. “All of it.”

You tripped over your words before you got them out, the blonde boy on the couch paying no attention to you and Rafe as you explained how he’d coerced you into sex only hours before Rafe came back. Rafe listened intently as you told him about his best friend came into his house, sat on his couch, and fucked his girlfriend. And he couldn’t believe that he was still breathing. Couldn’t believe that he sat, laid back on his couch like nothing had happened.

Topper was always telling Rafe how you were just a pretty face and had nothing going on up top. Rafe usually told him off, not allowing him to demean you. He’d never thought his words had any deeper meaning.

“...And I showered after. Rafe, I didn’t think-”

“Yeah, you never think. That’s your problem.” He snapped under his breath, snatching himself away from you.

He knew you weren’t the brightest when it came to reading people. You weren’t an idiot or anything. You did well in school, you were academically gifted. But for some reason, when it came to socializing, you just weren’t there. You never caught on to sarcastic jokes, you didn’t know when people were flirting with you or using you. You were oblivious in that sense.

So when he looked back to see you with your head lowered, looking more shameful and upset than he’d ever seen you, he couldn’t help but sigh, using one hand to pull your head into his chest.

“I didn’t mean that, okay? It’s not your fault.” He felt your arms wind around his waist as your face buried into his shirt.

“I didn’t know. It felt wrong but he said you were okay with it. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry-”

“Shh, stop. I know, I know,” He cooed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Why don’t you go upstairs? Hm?” He pulled back, looking into your tearful eyes as you nodded, releasing your hold on one another before you made your way up the staircase, sparing a solemn look to Rafe before you disappeared.

Rafe eyed Topper who looked like he was struggling to ignore Rafe’s gaze burning into the side of his head. He didn’t know if he’d heard any part of your conversation but he could tell that the boy looked tense.

“Yo, Top?” Rafe called, back now turned as he inspected the kitchenware, eyes landing on the knife block before pulling out the chef’s knife. The object was swinging at his side as he turned back to face his friend. 

“Yeah?” He replied, letting his gaze find the man standing in the kitchen. Topper looked nervous, a bead of sweat on his hairline.

“I hope it was worth it.” He snapped at him. "'Cause I'm going to fucking kill you."

General taglist;@livlaughquinn 

JJ Maybank Taglist; @ronnieissupermegafoxyawesomehot @maybankslover 

Event Taglist; @timmytime17

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow

[babydollitzel]

Hii 🎀 i was wondering if you could write head-canons for Dallas with a shy reader like someone who finds it hard to stand up for herself or has a hard time ordering in restaurants

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dallas Winston x Shy!reader

warnings/extra; like one swear word but it’s kinda censored

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ hii! and I’m afraid this is so me I always make my mom order for me😭

𐙚 Relishes in your shy personality since it’s easier to make you flustered and get a reaction out of you

𐙚 he thinks that the fact you can’t stand up for yourself makes it all the easier to mess with you

𐙚 likes being all touchy in public just to embarrass you

𐙚 But at the same time he gives you a whole little speech as to why you shouldn’t let people walk all over you

𐙚 He teases you a lot but gets mad when other people do it

𐙚 Also gets pretty protective, specifically in social situations. He takes glances at you to see if you’re comfortable or not

𐙚 Also gets really defensive whenever people tease at you for being quiet or make you uncomfortable

𐙚 Tries to get you out of your comfort zone, especially when it comes to communicating with him and other people

𐙚 For example, when yall are ordering food at restaurants, you’re too shy to order for yourself. Me fr

𐙚 Before the waitress/waiter gets there you tell him what you want to order and he always says he’ll do it for you. But when the waitress comes by that little sht just says his order

𐙚 When yall are in public and he notices you getting nervous or anxious he wraps an arm around you or gives your hand a little squeeze

𐙚 When the gang met you for the first time they thought you were real sweet

𐙚 they were also surprised that such a hardheaded guy like Dallas scored a shy girl like you.

𐙚 P.s. you and Johnny get along especially well since you both have pretty similar personalities

𐙚 Overall I feel like the relationship would work out pretty well since you’re quiet so you guys don’t really argue

𐙚 Plus you know what they say, opposites attract!

[galene-gothic]

𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌?

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ I hope this reading found you in good health, every reblog is appreciated and thank you for everything :) ˖♡ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🐇 ꒱

˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗             PAID SERVICES

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 1 ꒱

So, they'll be a workaholic. As independent as they'll be, they'll also be alone and kind of isolated. They'll be really guarded to date romantically which will naturally lead to them being commitment phobic. They won't be the most spiritual person, they'll be someone who'll be more grounded in reality at that time (not really to be honest, they'll be ungrounded and disconnected but will be trying to be realistic and logical). They'll be burying away their feelings and past traumas but after meeting you, they'll start gaining clarity on their fears. You'll cause them to be really confused because of their feelings for you. They won't express any of this to you at that time but they'll rationalise everything internally and feel a sense of gratitude is what I'm getting. You'll make them feel consumed, it's like when the both of you will be together, they'll feel a high but there's still some anxiety there. I feel like there'll be a lot of things left unsaid, some missed communication between the both of you and you might go through a temporary separation. About why they'll fall in love with you, there are many reasons but the main one is just how they'll feel towards you.

They'll feel like they were really mean to you and the way they'll feel towards you will just be out of control. They'll feel like even the way they acted towards you was not very controlled. This is funny, they'll fall in love with you but will be mean to you before the seperation occurs, however, you're not going to be innocent either. Your intentions seem to be innocent but because of how they'll make you feel and because of how they seem commitment phobic (they might make it clear to you that they do not have space for you in their life to be honest 😭). You'll also be cold towards them, at some point, you'll tell them something like you don't really care about what's going on in their life or something (it won't sound as mean but it'll definitely be saddening). You'll be in a very unstable place before the seperation occurs but you'll still have high expectations and standards (probably because lowering your standards earlier got you nowhere). The both of you seem to be really different from each other, maybe even opposites but there'll be something that just attracts you to each other, you'll be equally as repulsed by each other though. There's something about feelings growing very fast here, the connection has such a slow yet fast energy.

When you'll first meet them, you'll seem hyperactive in certain ways but will still have a body language and facial expressions that hint lack of energy. You might meet in an environment where you'll have to take up certain responsibilities but you'll seem too naive and playful to get things done 💀. There'll be times when you'll have small temper tantrums. There'll be some petty arguments, playful banters and drama (to be honest, it seems to be a major theme in your dynamic). There's something about you being really emotional and kind of lacking maturity. You'll teach them a lot of life lessons. After your separation ends, you'll show up as someone with a lot of integrity. I just heard "there's something called 'cause and effect'". You're going to show up as someone pretty honest too, especially with what you want in life and think that you deserve. You'll be on the right path when you'll meet them after the separation. There'll be something about you though, before your seperation they might have thought that you'd probably wait for them because they seem to have come across as a respectful person but that image will just shatter after they meet you again.

I wouldn't be surprised if you're mean to them though. You'll very much be in a 'should I stay or should I go?' energy before or after you'll meet again. You're going to be more focused on the long term so you might choose to let go of them. They'll kind of realise their feelings before your seperation occurs and after the realisation , they'll actually be in a deep reflection period. They'll come off as someone very mysterious and secretive to you. I feel like they'll just hold it close to their chest and might choose working on other things instead. They will give in to their pride and withdraw. They'll just give up, this makes me so emotional to be honest. It'll be difficult for them to control themself because their emotions will feel so raw so they'll feel like they need to get their control back by giving up instead. After you meet again after the seperation, they'll choose to be decisive. I feel like the both of you will look to the past and think about how far you've come. There'll be a sense of nostalgia that'll hit them as soon as they'll see you. I'm also getting that you'll have changed a lot, your core aspects will still be the same though. They'll choose to free themself and trust how things turn out. 'We don't talk anymore' by Selena Gomez and Charlie Puth is coming through here.

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 2 ꒱

They'll fall in love with you because they'll learn something new through and from you. If they're an introverted person (like low-key anti-social), they could still enjoy being outdoors or around people if it's with you. People don't choose to be loyal, they either feel it or they don't and they will feel loyalty towards you. There's something about them seeing your potential and also helping them see their own potential. You'll make them feel really happy. There's something about wisdom coming through. This seems to be the classic case of 'real recognises real'. You'll feel safe around each other. 4th house and 5th house synastry seems to be significant here (could be composite too though). You will probably be mirroring each other a lot. You'll both meet each other after a very painful ending will have occurred in your lives. There's something about things just slipping through the fingers. A lot of things left unsaid, fear coming in, pushing each other away, etc. They'll fall in love with you because they'll see you as someone who's diligent and determined. They'll fall in love with you because you'll be self sufficient and independent, you'll also help them become the same way.

You'll feel like the calm after the storm to them, however, due to them not being used to the calmness, they will restrict their true feelings and character to a certain extent. They'll end up acting out of character and will be angry at you 💀. Their energy will be scattered and they'll act sort of arrogant. They'll show you unlimited potential though :(. You'll help them feel really confident so they'll naturally act confident too. There'll be times when they'll act really carefree and fun. The love between the both of you holds a certain innocence to it. They will be commitment phobic and end up expressing it in one way or another though. They'll make you feel special and you'll have a lot of fun together but they will give themself away by saying somethings that will make you feel like they aren't serious about you or you don't mean as much to them. Much like the first pile, there seems to be a separation here too. They'll be so different from most people that you'll have met but they'll not seem to be in the energy for anything serious with you which will definitely be hurtful. When they'll realise that what they feel towards you is actually love, they'll jump in and out.

The romance between the both of you (the first time) will be ungrounded and fast paced but also short lived. Even though the relationship doesn't seem to progress, spiritually the both of you will get so intimate because you'll affect each other really deeply. They will use their energy in wrong ways and will be restricting everything. They'll act really hasty, supposing they are ignoring you, it'll be in a haste. They'll end up acting like a heartbreaker and will leave you confused. They'll act really moody so you won't know how to act with them or where you stand with them. At the end, you'll feel like maybe you didn't mean as much to them as you thought you did. This is so sad, oh my god. You'll feel like they didn't care enough about you. They'll just act very selfish, I won't lie. They'll be non-committal and things will be messed up between the both of you. I don't know what will happen but the both of you will meet again, maybe they'll reach out to you. I'm certainly getting some sort of communication here. You'll both be grateful to each other and you in particular will have developed down to earth character. When they'll reach out, you'll not be the most receptive.

You'll probably have an argument or a discussion that's leaning towards you not being open to their offer. You'll tell them something like "things have ended already" or "it's better if we end things here". You'll even say something like "we're incompatible, it's not going to work". You'll have developed a strong identity by that point and will choose to come forward with self integrity. You'll be really forward with them and will try to talk to them in a mature manner. They will choose to come in slower, the energy that I'm getting is that they'll be feeling quite scattered too because you'll make it pretty clear that you don't want anything to do with them. They'll choose to give you time while still having times when they just feel torn and cold. They'll really want control over the situation again. They'll start expressing love to you through their actions rather than their words and will suggest that even if you're not lovers, you should remain as friends. They'll be generous and genuine. They'll just have good intentions for the both of you. They'll express gratitude to you very often. Due to the gratitude, it might be a bit difficult for them to let you go? Eventually, you'll give in and choose to trust them.

⸼ ۫ ︎︎⊹ ! 🪡︎ Pile 3 ꒱

I love this because the last two piles felt draining 😭. They'll be in a calm and emotionally healthy energy when you'll meet them. They'll be caring and tolerant at that time. They'll be emotionally mature and let's just say that they'll be a good person. They'll be considerate of others but still difficult to sway morally. They'll be rising above their problems and will have learned a lot from their past. They'll be positive as they'll know that they've gotten over the worst already. They'll either have developed or will be developing good communication skills. They'll be in a place where they'll want to be honest and communicative. They'll have gained a lot of clarity on a lot of different things and will be having realisations that will be leading to breakthroughs. They'll be pretty mentally stable and will be resilient, even if their life isn't going particularly good, it'll not be going extremely bad especially because of their mindset. They'll be feeling like they can battle anything that life throws at them, they'll be feeling proud of themself too. They'll have a vision for themself and their future. Their imagination will be running wild but in the best way possible. They'll fall in love with you because of how much potential the you seem to have. They'll see your potential and I feel like you'll have a lot of unused potential?

You'll somehow still be very confident though and will be self focused. You seem like the type to be like "wow, I'm so pretty, I must've saved a country in my past life to be born with a face like this" while looking at the mirror, eyes full of admiration for your own beauty. You'll have arguments but somehow it'll lead to revelations and you'll balance each other out despite how different or incompatible you are. You'll let them take the dominant role and they'll feel like they can assert themself with you. You'll hype them up and make them feel like you're proud of them. You'll make them feel like you see them for who they are and see their integrity? They'll feel like they're in the spotlight for you and you see them. They'll feel possessive over you and will want to have you. They'll feel such a tenderness towards you, they'll feel like they just want to keep you in their life. They'll feel protective of you and just adore you so much. You'll also help them feel more confident, they'll not be able to get enough of you, they'll just want more. After realising their feelings, they'll choose to trust you. They'll be more alert, pay attention to you and interact more with you. They'll listen to the things that you say and remember them so that they can make you feel special and touched. This is wholesome. They'll try to be more seen by you, they'll want you to take them seriously.

They'll try to talk to you about things and teach you a lot. They'll also try to get relationship advice from those they really trust. They'll try to create a valuable connection with you. You'll prove to be really helpful to them, you'll help them focus more on their work, they'll just feel really motivated to do better because of you. Even if it's just slow and small improvements, they'll implement those in their own life and also in the relationship between the both of you. Just being around you is going to feel so healing to them. They'll start being even more kind to themself and understand their past mistakes. They'll forgive and accept themself and the way things turned out to be. They'll actually choose to come forth to you with a strategy that is actually logical. They'll still be hopeful though. You'll either ignore the signs that they throw in here and there or you'll just be oblivious to them. Even you'll be working on some stuff within yourself so well you'll be critical of yourself and just everything. You might have been kinda guarded to them because of your own issues but you'll finally choose to be open to communicating with them. At first you'll withdraw from them to sort out your feelings but will make a firm decision after that. You'll let go of your fears to be with them because you'll love them. After you choose them, you'll also find new purposes in life. This is truly beautiful. The direction will be chosen and set for the both of you. I'm happy for you, take care.

[bunnivez]

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ´ˎ˗

⟡ ݁₊ . Waking up early in the morning, you notice a nicely wrapped box with a pretty bow, on top of it— laid a nicely folded letter with your name on it. Upon inspecting the mysterious gift; you came to a realization of who the gift is from. Your heart flutters with warmth, it seems your lover didn’t forget.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas to my pretty girl, hopefubly you didn't think I'd forget to get you a present. Honestly I feel kinda corny doing this, i'm not really used to it but 1 figured it would bring a smile to your face. Hopefully you like my gift, I actually made it myself. It took me hours, deadass; but you know i'll do anything for my baby.. Love, Zoya

You giggled softly at your girlfriend’s letter before unwrapping the small pretty box. You were met with a hard cover purple box this time, and inside it contained a beautiful handmade bracelet with beads of your favorite colors. It was honestly surprising to know Zoya made it, you’d think it would end up messy but it was actually the opposite. Well, you have to give her credit; she is a fast learner.

As you put on the bracelet you notice a small note at the bottom of the box; I’ll be picking you up at 2, make sure to wear something warm and easy to move on.! What does she have planned?

Dear (Y/n), Merry Christmas Princess! I Really hope you like my present, I thought it would look cute on you and it's really helpful, especially in this weather. Apart from that, it will come in handly later for what I have planned. I'll be picking you up around 11; pretty early, I know, but I promise it will be worth it, you'll see.. Love, Cinnabar

Your lips parted slightly as you read the letter; a date??? You set the letter aside and unwrapped the box. Inside contained a lovely fluffy sweater of your favorite color(s). It was very pretty and warm, Cinnabar was right, it looks very helpful with the cold weather. However, what exactly is the occasion?

You took some time thinking until you remembered. She mentioned once about wanting to ride her horse with you on a snowy day, specifically at a park she knew where the view was beautiful. You quickly get ready with a huge smile on your face.

Merry Christmas to my sweet angel <3 I hope you like my gift, I made it just for you, it took me hours but it was all worth it, especially when I know it will bring a smile to that sweet face of yours. I love you so much baby, and I hope my present brings you some comfort for when you need it and i’m not there. Once again, Merry Christma, angel… with lots of love and kisses, Garofano

You smiled as you read the letter, her handwriting was neat and beautiful, you’ll save it like the other letters she has written you. The way that even through letter— she still calls you her angel. Your eyes looked at the pretty, purple with green stripes box with a nice white ribbon on it. As you held the box, you realized it was pretty light, it didn’t make much noise either when you shook it.

Lifting the lid, you quickly gasp and take out the hand made gift Garofano made. It was a plushie of you! It looked so cute and silly; she added a lot of detail to the outfit. You hugged the plushie happily before whipping out your phone and sending a picture of you holding the plushie to Garofano, letting her know just how happy her present made you.

Меrry Christmas baby! Im your dear sweet santa clause this Christmas ho ho ho :p. You know, photos are very impertant. They capture and freeze moments and carry many memories. I sound really poetic now, but in sure you can already guess what I got you. Hopefully with this we can capture happy moments of our own… Love, Deren

You giggled and neatly folded the letter. Your girlfriend had a way of bringing humor even in letters and it always made you crack a smile. You opened the box, first undoing the pink ribbon. Inside the box laid two items, a Polaroid camera which you first notice, and a hard cover book. You smiled in excitement and grab the book first, opening it to see the first page covered in pictures of you and Deren— taken by herself.

As you turned the other pages, the rest were left blank. You glanced at the polaroid camera, Deren left the rest for you to fill on your own. Capture the happy moments in life and glue it all in the book to look back to. Oh once she comes back theres no way you will let her go.

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©bunnivez — do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my works without my permission.

[tainted-liquor]

'Boys blowin' up my phone...ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ft. 42Miles

...˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

ingredients: salt, tears, and a speck of sugar.

tw's: unrequited love-ish?, cussing, reader has pretty priveledge

a/n: girl's girl reader! She's here for her girls n we love that

Throughout your life, you've always kept a reputation as a pretty girl. From a pretty baby to a girl that looked like she came straight out of Pinterest. Your hair was always flawless, in your natural 4c curls or in some pretty box braids with beads. From the moment you opened your eyes and spoke your mind, you had everyone falling at your pretty little heels. Admittedly you found it partially disgusting, watching boys and men treat you like an ancient beauty and shunning other girls to bring you up. You fucking hated it.

After all, the word 'ugly' is just a bullshit concept invented by white men with an opinion. Nobody is ugly, they just aren't confined to the Euro-centric beauty standard. And who fucking needs approval from them? So your contacts stayed full, and you left almost every boy on read or delivered. To say your phone was an atomic bomb was an understatement, you picked up the habit of just...not coming off of DND!

You spent all your time with your girls, spending all your time giving them the love and care that everyone should be giving them. You cheered them on, held them when they cried, kept them in check when necessary, and doted on them just like a loving sister. Beauty meant nothing to you, and you never wanted someone to hate you based on the false 'pretty girl' title you held. You simply didn't care about the boys in B.V.A, because they all lacked common sense. All except Miles.

Now, the reason you liked him was probably stupid. You knew that good and well. You liked him because he stayed out of your face, and was one of the few who didn't talk about or make comments on any of the girls at your school. In fact, he didn't talk at all, that's why you like him so much. You've had a couple conversations with him here and there, with him nodding briefly and giving short little statements in response to yours.

"Aight, I'm gonna go to my dorm" He nodded, waving bye as he put his hoodie back over his head, walking in the direction opposite of you. And fuck, did it crush your heart. It wasn't like he was ignoring, avoiding, or ducking you. You heard through the grapevine that he just isn't into anyone, and isn't looking for a relationship at the moment. Which was fine.

But sometimes you'd wish he'd walk up to you, start a conversation, and ask to hang out. Just the two of you in the school library, walking through the many bookshelves and talking about whatever came to mind. You had three classes together, watching as he always passed you by and sat at the back of the class to doodle in his sketchbook. He never spared you a second glance, keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling or his sketchbook as you pretended to glance at your friends in the back, watching him through your peripheral. It pushed you to tears every time you returned to your dorm, mascara cascading down your face every time you thought of how he behaved as though you were invisible.

It started to hurt. He was all that plagued your mind as you digested how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he was. When the bell rang and signified it was lunch time, you grabbed your things as quickly as possible as you went to place your bag in your locker. You wanted to grab a little croissant sandwich at a nearby coffee shop to clear your head, but unbeknownst to you, it was raining. You flung open the school's dark oak double doors to see a vicious downpour, immediately feeling somber as you sighed to yourself. Well fuck you can't have shit, can you?

"Fuck." You muttered, getting ready to go back to your dorm and skip lunch. You weren't even hungry anymore as you trudged back to your shared space, plunging your face into your pillow as you sighed deeply. You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the 8+ messages you had on Instagram, viewing Miles' story, and being bombarded by Magnolia by Playboi Carti immediately. He was sitting at a cafe table, looking down at his phone while Ganke kicked his feet up on the table, a comic book resting on his face. You did nothing but like the story before powering off your phone and drifting off to sleep.

You accidentally skipped the rest of your classes for the day, but it was fine considering you only had Jewelry, creative writing, and a free. Your roommate/best friend had been chilling at her desk, doing her pre-calc homework as you heard the faintest bit of bass coming from her AirPods. You assumed she couldn't hear you, so you fell back on your bed and posted new selfies to your story. "Lila, what song should I choose?" You asked as soon as you heard the bass die out. "Uhm...Focus by HER. By the way, where you been girl? I had to go to jewelry alone" Lila asked as she looked up to the top of your shared bunk bed. "My bad, I wasn't feelin' too good so I took a nap!" You chirped as you rubbed your eyes.

"Ah, that's aight. Hope you feelin' better. By the way, I found this in the back of 7th period" She muttered, pulling a crumpled-up piece of paper from off of her desk and extending her arm straight up and back so you could grab the sheet. You held the form, immediately locking eyes with a perfect drawing of yourself. You were sitting on the lockers, knees to chest with your lavender-purple beats. "Damn, who drew this? They're good" You gasped, snapping a picture to post later. "No clue. But girl move over I gotta tell you about what happened with me and Kazir" Lila giggled as she powered off her computer, turning on the salt lamp and climbing up to your bunk.

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[nana-luvy]

. 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐲 .

warnings: fluff, use of oc (name and physical description), lowkey loser!luke, no established relationship context, reader got luke wrapped around her finger

In which Luke is madly into a girl who doesn't see him.

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I’m needing you to show me the way, cause’ I’m barely thinking straight.

Talk to me girl, talk to me girl… Maybe I could be your mistake’

He always felt like a loser about it. He was this hero, at camp, coming back with a battle scar and glory like he’d dreamed of his whole life, considered the best swordsman and all… And yet, given all those displays of bravery and boldness, he was not able to just talk to this girl.

But oh, what a girl… Skin bronzed by the sun of the beach she spent her evenings on, talking about anything and everything with her friends ; hair like dancing flames in the wind, reflecting the light so perfectly in front of the campfire when she sat across from him at night ; lips blushed like the color of ripe raspberries, and every time he saw her talking he longed for her lips to move only for him to hear ; eyes, oh those eyes, like two mesmerizing orbs that captivated his every time their gazes crossed across the battlefield of a ‘Capture the Flag’ game.

She didn’t even need to be a daughter of Aphrodite, to Luke she was simply the most beautiful, interesting creature he had ever laid eyes on, and ever since he couldn’t look away. And that was probably too much to handle for him, because he was purely unable to approach her.

Seeing her from far away ? It wasn’t a problem, or maybe just this one time when he looked at her when he walked by, not seeing the tree right in his path. But the embarrassing memory also constituted the first time he had heard her laugh, and it was the most euphonious one he had ever heard. Apollo himself wouldn’t be able to compose such a harmonious melody.

But seeing her close up ? As much as Luke wanted that girl to talk to him, he could barely choke out a sentence when she did, his mind going in all directions but the right one. How had it gone the last time ?

Luke was practicing at the training grounds, early in the morning when the sun was hardly up, gifting the sky with orange hues and pink clouds. He loved this moment, when the birds hadn’t started chirping yet, when the campers were sleeping soundly, and he could just concentrate on the training dummy he was slashing over and over again, perfecting his techniques.

But the brunette swiftly turned his body in the opposite direction when he heard footsteps in the grass behind him, pointing his sword in a combat stance towards whoever was walking in his back. But it was her, in a sports attire, hair tied in a lazy ponytail and moving with her every step, a few beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

“Wow, slow your horses, I’m unarmed.” She said, still walking in his direction, her hands raised in defense with an amused smile on her face.

“Kaylee…” Luke trailed, the only word that he could let out without it sounding weird in a hoarse, morning voice. Catching her stance, he looked down at his hand, seeing the sword directly pointed at her. “Oh shit- sorry.” He simply said, shuffling to get it back in its sheath, thrown earlier on the ground.

“Oh please, I already told you, just call me Kay. Nobody calls me that, it sounds weird when I hear my full name…”

“Yeah, right, sorry..” Luke’s eyes were downcast as he spoke, because he new all too well that if their gazes crossed, he’d be noticeably hooked, and he’d either freeze or blurt out every single thought running through his mind.

The girl let out a low hum, before tearing her look from him, looking at the rising sun. “Why are you here this early, by the way ?”

The brunette’s mind raced. ‘She’s asking about me ? What can I say ? Oh, just tell her what you were doing, dumbass! Wait- what was I doing again ?’ He looked behind him, seeing the damaged training dummy and his sword in his hand. “Oh just- just um- Early training.”

Kaylee could only let out a small laugh at his short stuttering, though quickly brushing it off. “Huh, talent and constant training ? No wonder you’re so good at sword fighting ~”

The praise, paired with a slight tilt of her head and a smile that could clear a stormy sky, completely stopped Luke’s train of thoughts. How could he deserve such a moment with the girl he had dreamed of day and night for now years, the girl he was too much of a coward to approach, and that was still placed there, in front of him, how could he deserve this moment ?

Only a whispered ‘thanks’ answered her, and the girl turned her head in direction of the camp. “Well, gotta finish my running session before the others wake up… See you around ?”

’Does she sound…hopeful ? No, my mind is just playing tricks’ Luke thought, forcefully brushing it off, before waving at her slightly. ”Sure, bye.”

And of course, going back to his cabin looking like a lost puppy, his friends knew only one thing could’ve gotten him in this state and didn’t stop teasing him about it.

But Luke just couldn’t help but let a smile creep up his face when thinking back, her small smile, the precious sound of her laugh, her eyes that could’ve bore into his if he just looked back… In moments like that, he felt like he was breathing only so he could talk to her again.

’I’m thinking that you’d love being mine, if you could just give me the time.

Talk to me girl, talk to me girl. Lately I’m feeling out of place’

How Luke longed for that girl was a force from another world. His gaze followed her when their path crossed, it searched for her figure in the dining pavilion, it lingered on her face whenever she sat n front of him across the campfire… He longed for her close to him, for her voice in his ear and her breath on his ne- he longed for her, so badly. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to get closer.

Kaylee was so unapproachable, so close yet so far when they were both training at the same time, in the morning, and she had this impeccable technique that made him stare in awe ; so close yet so far when she sat at her table, right next to his, chatting with one of her half sister… Oh how he wanted to get closer.

“Do you think I can change my god parent ?” Luke asked mindlessly to Chris, picking at the food with his fork while his look was solely in Kaylee’s direction.

“Okay, wow ? Talk about out of the b-” Chris started immediately, cutting short to the previous one-sided conversation he was trying to have with the cabin counselor, before catching his brother’s gaze. “Oh, yeah no, makes sense,” he simply continued, looking at Luke knowingly. “But you know half siblings can’t date, right ?”

Luke took his hand in his hands, fingers messing up his curls as he looked down at the table, defeated. “Ugh! I can’t fucking think straight, can I…”

“Well, you could just go talk to her, you know ?” another one of Luke’s siblings, Alice, chimed in. “It’s not that difficult.”

“Yeah, you just get your ass off this bench and towards her table and boom! You guys are talking.”

“Ha. Ha. Chris, can’t you see I’m dying of laughter here ?” Luke answered, sarcasm nowhere near hidden in his voice as he looked between both him and Alice.

“Well, I can show you an example if you want to ~”

Before the brunette could stop her without yelling for her to come back, Alice had lifted from her sitting position, marching directly towards the Hecate table, waving at Kaylee and seemingly asking her something. As she did so, Luke hid his face behind his hands, palm and fingers sprawled in order to try and conceal himself from the upcoming embarrassment.

“Dude, what are you even doing ?”

“I’m trying to hide Chris, I’m trying to hide,” Luke mumbled against his clammy skin, nudging his plate away with his elbow and just laying his head on the table, facing away from Kaylee’s direction.

“Oh my gods…” the other Hermes son simply answered, exasperated yet deeply amused.

Alice quickly came back, a grin dancing on her lips as she sat at the table, across from Luke. “You see ? Easy.”

Luke raised his head, ready to throw a snarky comment, but as if automatically, his eyes searched for Kaylee. And quickly found her. Her head was turned in his direction and looking in his eyes. But he couldn’t look away, he was like in a trance, looking at how beautifully the sun shone in her face, tree branches casting magnificent shadows and protecting her eyes from the light rays. And she was the first to break away, with a small tilt of her head and a soft smile that had Luke’s heart purely bleeding out of his chest.

“Hmhm, Luke ?”

The boy snapped back to reality as his friend cleared his throat, desperate to get his attention after two failed attempts.

“Alice. What did you tell her.” Though meant as a question, the sentence held a very affirmative tone to it, which did slightly startle Luke’s friend, as he was not used to speaking this way. The guy was pissed.

“I just asked her what time it was.” the girl answered, a smug smile on her face.

Luke’s eyebrows scrunched. “What exactly did you ask her ? Because why was she looking at me ?”

“I just asked the time, like I told you already. More precisely,” Alice stopped for a second, playing with the suspense, “I told her that you were having the time completely wrong and thought we were trying to prank you all as a group and you wanted an outsider’s advice.”

“Oh fuckin-”

Feeling like he was probably gonna burst out, Luke took a deep breath in, closing his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

“Please open a pit under my feet. To anywhere. I’d be happy in Tartarus if it saved me the embarrassment.”

“But you wouldn’t see her — how do you say again? — ‘hair mimicking the dancing flames’ at the campfire anymo- Ow!” Chris played, earning himself a smack at the back of the head.

’A sentimental look from the past, I’m not like the other guys but I’ll last.’

Luke had seen them all, Kaylee’s boyfriends, coming and going one after the other. He had always seen them, sulking on his side of the little parties they all had on the beach, Percy was usually mockingly nudging his arm when Luke saw the girl he liked sitting on another guy’s lap. In another’s arms. Kissing another’s lips. He did this because he knew, even feeling like he wanted to get up right there and then, march towards them, take Kaylee’s hand in his, make her twirl to his arms and kiss the taste of the other guy’s lips away like it was an 80’s rom-com, he knew Luke wouldn’t do anything. He felt like it wasn’t his place, she had chosen someone and it just wasn’t him, as much as he wanted it too.

Luke wasn’t one to get himself out there, ever since she had come to camp. He had been a teenager, of course, sneaking off to a secluded place with a pretty girl he liked when nobody else was paying attention. But when he had laid his eyes on her, crossing her gaze already on him, it was like any and every desire he’d ever had was only directed towards her from that instant. He didn’t see the others anymore, he didn’t care about their flirty words, their lingering touches, their offers to go on a private sword-fighting lesson said with heavy looks and fluttering lashes. Because he only cared about the one who had charmed him with this single look that was haunting his dreams night after night.

He only wanted her.

‘I can’t deny this, you can’t deny this, let’s not be awkward in class’

These last few days had been a whirlwind of contradictory emotions to Luke. After the absolute embarrassment at lunch, a few… unusual, he would say, things had happened.

He felt like their path were crossing more often than before, for no special reason, he just randomly noticed her around, without searching for her in a crowd. From time to time, when training the campers at sword-fighting in the late morning, he could almost swear he was feeling a gaze piercing through his back, a sensation that wasn’t totally unfamiliar but.. it felt different those times; and when he turned around, nobody was there, no gaze greeting his, no one looking his way. And all of this didn’t mean much, it just was unusual. And in a camp where he’d been for the last 5 years of his life, unusual wasn’t a daily thing.

Another unusual thing happened a couple days after he started noticing those little stuff. The fact that Luke could tell this was unusual could’ve looked a little stalking-like, considering it was a rather small difference from what usually happened, but it just… stuck out, to him. It was just his mind picking up on the smallest of events and finding patterns, like any demigod could do to help them in battle. The thing was, Kaylee was one to have a few suitors, but her kind heart always pushed her to give everyone a chance. So she almost always said yes to a date invite, to a love confession and to being asked out, and what could be seen as a girl toying with heart, Luke had always seen it as a positive soul that knew she could only know her truth by testing the waters. So if she was dating someone, she would always give herself time to test the relationship and its potential, and never had a relationship under 2 months.

But not this time. Maybe it was just coincidental, but just as he started seeing Kaylee around more often, she also broke up with her current date, Lyle, after barely a couple weeks. And Luke couldn’t help but notice it, and have those thoughts running in his head.

“Is it just a coincidence ? Yeah, of course it is, I’m just a delusional puppy, i swear to the gods… It’s just a foolish fantasy, right ? I mean, they’re right, she just occupies my mind so much I can’t help but over-interpret… right ?”

Luke was mumbling to himself, fighting another one of the straw-filled practice dummies with his dull sword, slashing it over and over again to try and practice a move. But his mind was just filled with too much to concentrate even the slightest bit on what he was trying to do.

“Oh- You again ?” a voice chimed in the boy’s back.

’Oh you’re on my mind,

Never knew what I was thinking,’

Luke almost jolted hearing her voice behind him. Hers.

He turned around and here Kaylee was, not his eyes playing tricks on him but her again, in a sporty outfit with a walk-man in one of her pockets, headphones in her hands as she put them to rest around her neck. Her curly red hair had been pushed in a ponytail, swaying gently behind her as she walked towards him, her emerald eyes looking around at the orange sky, the same warm hues it had the last time they met in the same setting.

As she reached him, Kaylee tilted her head to the side, confusion painting her gentle feature, and Luke realized he hadn’t said a word but totally had stared at her as she’d come closer.

“Oh- right, yeah, me again.” the brunette started, awkwardly scratching his nape with one hand, looking at the ground, while he smoothly threw his sword away with the other. “It’s just a-” Looking up, he caught the girl’s gaze piercing right through his, green and mesmerizing, and taking his breath away. He couldn’t speak for a moment, probably looking like a deer caught in headlights, but oh gods, she was just so… “An early training session, you know ? No one around, and stuff…”

A small chuckle escaped the girl in front of him as he stumbled over his words, seeing him obviously nervous as he ran a hand through his curls messily, and Luke swore he couldn’t get enough of the sound. She could laugh with him or at him, he wouldn’t care, he just wanted to remember it as the soundtrack to his life.

‘What the hell am I thinking-’

“Yeah, I totally get it. I just love running in the morning, y’know ? No one to ask me something, no noise other than my music, and the beautiful scenery that the sky presents us…” Kaylee spoke dreamily, looking up to the orange clouds and the small moon crescent still peaking out in the early morning. But she quickly looked back at Luke, her head slightly cocking to the side as a smirk settled on her lips.

‘Is she flirti- no. It’s just a smirk. A playful smirk. She’s joking, she’s being nice. Get it together, boy, it’s pathetic.’ Luke thought, over and over again, until she spoke and his jaw could’ve dropped to the ground from the intense feeding of his delusional hope.

“And your face being the first I see after I wake up is definitely not so bad ~”

’Guess I wasn’t at all.’

“I- I'm- well- that’s- um, thanks..”

He tried, dearly tried, to let out a coherent sentence, but his brain was definitely letting him down on that one, and he could just come up with tangled parts of speech that didn't even match. ‘Loser.’

Kaylee let out a wholehearted laugh this time, shielding herself with her hand as she nearly bent in half from the intense laughter, while the boy looked at her, half mortified half dumbfounded. “Talking isn’t your forte huh ?”

Mortified it was.

“Or rather talking to me, right ? You seem pretty fine when you’re around others, dare I say a little cocky. And yet, when we have an interaction you always seem to crumble like jelly.”

Or maybe the ground should just split open and swallow him whole ?

’Never knew what I was thinking,’

“I… don’t get what you’re talking about.” Luke forced out, scratching his nape nervously and looking away from the girl. He was trying his best to not ‘crumble like jelly’, like Kaylee had expressed, and keeping his voice chill was taking up all his restraint. She just had this effect on him, all the time, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it ; about the way she was looking at him in this instant with a glint he couldn’t quite catch ; about her perfect lips curved in a perfect smile, playful and… what else was it ?

“You don’t ? Must be a coincidence, I guess ?” She couldn’t help but tease him, rolling her eyes. “I guess it’s also a coincidence that every time I catch your gaze you look away ? Or that you always appear to walk off some place else when I walk in your direction ?”

’Guess I wasn’t at all.’

Luke’s mouth could only open and close, barely any syllable able to go past his lips. But she was entirely right, he just couldn’t function properly when she was near. His eyes would catch her frame and his brain would freeze in a second, his tongue would go limp in his mouth and he couldn’t utter a word, he’d be focused on her gracefulness and her warming smile. And then she’d catch him and he’d become the most coward version of himself, acting like nothing was happening in the first place when he knew the sight of her was tattooed on his vision for moments to come. And sometimes he’d see Kaylee walking in his direction, maybe even waving at him, and his legs would grow a mind of their own and he’d flee the scene like the chicken he was in times like that. She was entirely right.

“Kaylee I-”

“I told you already, call me Kay.”

“No.”

There was a moment of silence, the girl’s face clearly displaying confusion.

“Uh… why not ?” she asked tentatively, still trying to catch the brunette’s downcast gaze.

Luke sighed and looked back up. And all the restraint he’d worked hard to keep just vanished. He couldn’t not tell her, could he ? He’d implode. He’d feel it too much. It wasn’t bearable, it needed to be let out, the thought he had every second of every day, haunting his nights with the sweetest dreams and plaguing his days with the mesmerizing sight of her. He couldn’t keep up with the cowardice anymore, he had been running away for too long.

“Because as you said, everyone calls you Kay. And I don’t really want to be one lost in a sea of ‘everyone’.”

Kaylee’s smile only grew sweeter, an unknown emotion slowly taking over her whole face for Luke’s eyes to see. Little did he know, she was trying to remember a time in the past months where he’d talked to her with such drive, where he hadn’t been a stuttering puddle avoiding her gaze but rather a confident version of himself. Because it had been a long time since she saw this side of him up-close, and toying with his desperation was fun, but having him finally man up and talk for real was much more rewarding.

The girl took a step closer, and Luke felt his heart beating louder in his chest. “Are you even just a little bit obsessed with me, Castellan ?”

He gulped noticeably, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, his hard earned confidence wavering from her intense gaze. “What ? I’m not a weir-”

“I wouldn’t mind,”

Another step.

“if it was you.”

Another step.

Luke sucked in a breath, his arms limp at his side, feeling like her gaze was pinning him, and he just couldn’t move away. But he wasn’t shying away again.

’Talk to me girl, make me your boy.’

“Is it a coincidence that I see you around all the time these days ?” he asked, looking down at Kaylee, trying to keep his gaze unreadable.

“Maybe.”

“Is it you who keeps looking at me when I’m turning my back ?”

“Maybe.”

Luke scoffed. “Why did you break up with Lyle after just a few weeks ? You never do that.”

The girl tilted her head to the side, a confused look in her eyes paired with a confident smirk as she took another step, the gap between them thinning even more, and Luke second guessed himself : maybe that was a little too bold, and definitely incriminating.

“You really are obsessed with me, Luke.”

His name, his freaking name, that he heard all day long and made him sigh in annoyance each time. But now his name brought him a sigh of satisfaction, hearing it roll of her tongue perfectly, the syllables hitting his ear like a melody whose beauty he only now discovered.

“Maybe,” the boy whispered, a low breath the wind could’ve just taken away, “maybe I am. Still don’t mind ?”

Kaylee dismissed the question with a shake of her head, and boldly reached a hand to his already close body, mindlessly tracing a pattern with her finger along his shoulder. “Why do we never get to talk like that ? Without you in a stuttering mess.”

The brunette took a deep breath, trying to tame his raging emotions, his mind racing at the pace of the finger trailing over the fabric of his camp shirt.

“I-” he started, his voice breaking, and he cleared his throat before taking another breath in. “I’m just obsessed, like you said, and I know that if I get too much of a taste, I won’t be able to function when you’re not near anymore.” Luke’s eyes closed as Kaylee moved her finger higher, dancing over the exposed skin of his neck, tilting his head up as she settled it right under his chin. “Gods, you’re torture…”

“Thank you ~”

For a second the boy almost didn’t move, basking in the moment and trying to memorize anything he could hold onto: the faint smell of her perfume lingering in the air, the smoothness of her skin under his chin, the warmth emanating from his own body, the chirping of the early morning birds piercing through the calm of the training grounds…

Kaylee didn’t either, wanting to remember the way his eyes closed and his brows scrunched in a desperate expression, how his jaw clenched and unclenched against the pad of her finger, the sight of his hands almost clawing at the air, arms flexing to stay still at his sides.

“Do you like me, Luke ?”

He didn’t need more, just this faint whisper, for the dam to break.

His eyes rolled back behind closed eyelids, and his voice sounded hoarse as he spoke. “Of course I do, Kaylee, much more than that, even. My heart burns when you’re near from how much I feel, and the summer breeze feels like an ice cold blizzard when you’re away from how much i long. You plague my dreams with the sight of you and my days with the thought of you, you’re on my mind so much I sometimes cannot construct any other thought. I want to see you every day even when I know seeing you far away or with another will only gnaw at my heart, because I know that if I don’t see you my world will only be gloom. I like you, desperately like you.”

’Talk to me girl, please make me your toy.’

The smile only grew on Kaylee’s face, eyes creasing while a faint blush tainted her cheeks, and Luke finally looked back at her, catching her wrist in his hand and putting hers over his heart.

“Please, talk to me.” he breathed out, before she opened her mouth to speak too.

“See, it wasn’t so hard to just talk to me too, was it ?”

Luke let out a mix of a groan and a scoff at her words, scrunching his nose in faint annoyance. “You really just wanna toy with me, huh ?”

“Maybe.” But as she breathed out the word, one of her hands snaked to his nape, pulling his face down and a mere inch from hers. “Do you mind ?”

“Very much not.”

Kaylee angled her head higher, her lips softly landing on Luke’s, and the boy instinctively closed his eyes. He melted into her just so they could fit perfectly, lips molding together in a symphony of hidden emotions that both couldn’t keep in anymore. After the momentary surprise faded, the brunette’s hands finally came to rest on her skin, one on the sliver of exposed skin on the small of her back and the other on the side of her face, tilting her face just right so they could deepen their connection.

It was sweet, and tender, and full of all the words Luke had longed to say for so much time already, that he could now just express with a motion of his mouth against hers. Her. The girl he couldn’t talk to for years. This girl he’d always longed to be near, the one he told himself he could never have because, like Icarus and his sun, he’d melt before he could even reach her. And despite all that, she was now the girl in his arms, fingers in his curls and lips parted over his as they both slightly pulled away, catching their breath.

The boy pressed his forehead to Kaylee’s, searching for even more skin contact than they already had when being pressed together. The sun was now fully up, sky a blue morning color, and as both of them finally acknowledged their surroundings, they could finally hear the familiar noise of most campers waking up and starting their day coming from the cabins not too far away.

The girl reached for Luke’s hand on her face, intertwining them, before looking up at him. “I think we should go, the kids are gonna wonder where we went…” she whispered, a small smirk making its way on her swollen, red lips. Luke only answered with a small nod, his cheeks still visibly flushed, curls messed up and breath heavy. “But… do you plan on training early tomorrow too ?”

“Any fucking day you want.” he quickly replied, nodding his head again, his confident tone contrasting with the slight scrunch of his eyebrows.

Kaylee tilted her head, taking a better look at his face, eyes scanning over his features, his tousled hair and reddened cheeks, his hazy eyes and his swollen lips slightly agape.. “You know, you’re usually more the handsome type, but right now, you’re really pretty ~”

She sent a wink flying his way before turning around, her hand still holding his, walking towards the cabins with a little skip in her steps.

Luke stumbled behind her, his arm getting tugged in direction of the center of the camp, and he was still dumbfounded, blinking and blinking to process while his ears tinted red to match his face. “W-what ?” he stuttered, only answered by a melodic laugh.

Seeing campers walk out of the cabins, Luke slightly panicked, his gaze falling on their holding hands, and the girl caught it. “Are you embarrassed to be seen in public with me, Castellan?”

“No, of course but- I- I don’t think you-”

“You think I what ? Cause’ I’d love to be seen with you, if you don’t run away the next time i walk your way.”

The boy looked away as he saw the sweet expression on her face, blush dusting his cheeks yet again, biting his lips to try and refrain the dumb-looking smile growing on his lips.

They quickly reached their respective cabins, parting ways in front of hers, and Luke couldn’t help but stay there for a minute, processing everything, before he heard loud chatting coming from inside.

“Oh so that’s your new boy toy, huh ?”

“Nooo, they’re never boy toys, you weirdo!” he heard Kaylee laugh. “They’re… people holding potential.”

“Ok so Luke’s your new ‘person holding potential’, then ? You’re gonna break his little heart if you leave him after a couple months like the others, you know that.” another voice chimed in with a disapproving tone.

“Nah, he’s not like the other ones. This one might be more boy toy, honestly.” And if Luke’s face fell immediately, his smile beamed again just as quick. “But the boy toy is definitely here to last.”

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To be fully honest, i was listening to Boy Toy half the writing, and then i switched to my Halloween playlist. So there miiiight be a light change in mood halfway T-T

Also, what god parent are we thinking for her ? I didn’t have a fixed one in mind, but now that read over it again, how about Nemesis ? My personal preference stays Hecate (great mother i love her.) but she just doesn’t sound too Hecate descending to me.

Anyway, loveeee <3

Nana ~

[delirium1217]

Gold Rush, Red Flush

720 word count Regulus tells James what he thought about him during their school years. [Post war AU/established relationship]

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“Do you think,” James busies himself, worrying the blue fabric of Regulus’ sweater. They’re sprawled out on the living room couch, it’s late afternoon. They had nowhere else to be. “Do you think in another universe, we could’ve realized this earlier?” “What, like when we were kids?” Regulus frowns. He’s looking down at James’ fingers, like they’re something worth staring at. “Well, yeah, I suppose.” “I-uhm, well.” Regulus turns his head away towards the window. The light catches the crown of his hair - unruly waves grown too long. “What, is it that difficult to imagine?” “No. Quite the opposite.”

That makes James pause. “Reg, did you- is this something you thought about before?” He stays silent. James is subsequently intrigued. He laughs. “You have! You have! Don’t tell me - on the quidditch pitch?” James is entertained by that little scenario for a little bit more than what is appropriate. Regulus glances back at him. The intensity of his stare. This wasn’t- it was real. “Oh.” James simply says. “Yeah.” Regulus replies, soft. He’s close. So close. Did James know how fragile this was? “What, since…the beginning?” “No, I’m not that pathetic.” Regulus almost smirks, but no, his expression was still twisted. “When, then?” James swallows. His heart in his throat. “Probably when I was fifteen.” His face is resting on his right hand. His eyes search James’ face - what was he looking for? “God, I despised you for the longest time. I thought you were the driving force behind everything wrong in my life.” “Strong start,” He laughs lightly. James is afraid of this conversation. This is - it’s heavy. He could feel it settling on his chest. Drowning him. “Yeah, well, you weren’t. I wish it was that simple.” Regulus whispered. He was floating again. “All that hate fizzled into something that pestered me every day till I got myself to look at it.” “So, what did you find?” he finds himself whispering too. “You.” They both pause, startled brown meeting grey. James thinks could live in this moment. Burrow himself deeper and deeper till the stale air of a lazy Saturday is what sustains him. Fragile. “I-it’s- I think I-um,“ “Oh god, I’ve broken you.” “No, no. It’s just. I never thought about you like th- I mean, you were my best friend’s-“ “James, it’s fine. I know I was being delusional,” “Hey, I didn’t say that.” He paused, he needed to get this right. “Did I notice you? Of course I did, you were gorgeous- are, I mean. I just, you always looked like you were two seconds away from killing me,” He groaned. This was a disaster. “I was, for the longest time,” Regulus’ voice has dropped down to a whisper again. His hands touch James’ hair. Barely there. “Then I realized I just wanted to touch you,” He does, lowering his hand and eyes to his lips. His fingers just grazing them. James’ breath hitches. This was impossible. “So, where do we meet?” “What?” “In that universe. I bet you’ve given this some thought,” he can’t help doing this, he slips into this role so easily- as easy as breathing. “I am not entertaining this, James.” He’s smiling, a small little thing. “Okay, then I will. I think, we meet every Sunday after Quidditch practice.” He looks into Regulus’ face. He really could see it, disheveled and sweaty and frustrated after practice. Crashing into James in ways neither of them understood. “The locker rooms are usually abandoned. Everyone would assume we were each doing individual drills, or something. Maybe fifth year - Merlin, I was so frustrated at you. For so many things, the least of which had to with Gryffindor lagging behind.” He’s saying too much, this was too much. “I- that year, I thought so many times about walking up to you. I always wondered.” Regulus says. It rests between them, uneasy. The what if-s. The space between love and hate. The emotion that spills out of him catches him off guard. Regulus is still close. His eyes look more alive than ever. Alight with all that could’ve been. “And then what?” James whispers. “And then we wreck it all to pieces.” Regulus whispers back. James almost gasps. “Is that what we’re always meant to do?” “Maybe.” “How about this universe?” “I’m still deciding.”

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originally published on Ao3. Part of a larger work but I thought it worked quite well on its own!

[asher-agere]

Request for Little!Kyouka and caregiver!dazai or kunikida? I think they’re neat

I love this idea! Kunikida and Dazai are such polar opposites… So of course I’ll make them work together!

Little Kyouka + Caregivers Dazai and Kunikida

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₊ ⊹ I think that Dazai and Kunikida would have totally different caregiving approaches. Dazai is very much a firm supporter of “It’s to help get relax, so just let her have fun!” While Kunikida has the mindset of “This is a normal part of her life so it should be structured just as anything else would be” Kyouka doesn’t really mind either way. She likes both of her caregivers! Little baby is just happy to be taken care of!

✧₊⁺ Kyouka regresses pretty young, but she’s pretty self sufficient from someone who regresses to 3 at the oldest! Of course she loves to be held and get affection. But for her it’s not a necessity, not constantly at least. She’s content to just sit down on the floor with some crayons and paper! She has notebooks filled with her drawings! A lot of the drawings are bunnies hehe. They’re so soft and cute!

₊ ⊹ Kyouka likes collecting stuffed animals, she especially likes it when Dazai wins her one from a claw machine! Kunikida doesn’t much appreciate needing to fund Dazai’s millions of attempts, but the precious smile from Kyouka always makes it worth it. Kyouka has at times denied Kunikida’s money, not wanting to force him. But most of the time she just sort of lets Dazai work his magic

✧₊⁺ Anytime they see a claw machine in public Dazai will not-so-subtly check the prizes inside of it. If he sees anything remotely bunny related he’ll gasp loudly and point it out to Kyouka. At first Dazai tries with his own money! Just enough to get Kyouka hooked, she’ll hide behind Kunikida’s arm, subtly watching Dazai fail miserably. But then when he inevitably runs out of money it’s either Kunikida’s money or they go home empty handed… Kunikida of course gives in looking at Kyouka’s hopeful face!

₊ ⊹ Kyouka is the kind of baby that likes some nice traditional milk! Juice is nice sure, it’s not like she gets hyper or anything. But milk is just so soothing. Strawberry milk is really good too! She doesn’t like chocolate milk much though, she always hears Kunikida muttering about how it’s too much sugar. She doesn’t need the extra sugar if she’s perfectly happy with her normal milk. But she does like the occasional treat of Dazai slipping her some chocolate milk!

✧₊⁺ Kyouka loves her sweet treats! Crepes of course, but that can get messy. She usually only gets crepes when Dazai is taking care of her (She doesn’t know who’s money they’re using but she knows it isn’t Dazai’s). Most of the time she prefers bite size finger food! Mochi is a lovely example! Nice fruity and sweet, but much less messy and smaller quantities means less sugar! Kunikida monitors of course, making sure she doesn’t eat too much

₊ ⊹ Dazai is the fun caregiver! Sometimes he’s a bit overwhelming for Kyouka, she’s just a baby after all (,,>﹏<,,) But Dazai is still really fun! He’s the one who sneaks her special treats and encourages her to do whatever her little heart desires! Dazai will use pet names like “Bunny” “Darling” and “Princess” He’s so silly! But Dazai can calm down and be serious when he needs to! They were both in the mafia after all, he understands what she’s been through better than anyone else can

✧₊⁺ Kunikida is a much calmer presence! But he’s also stricter. He’ll encourage things like nap time, restrict sweets, but Kyouka’s isn’t one to get upset! She knows Kunikida is just taking care of her, and she appreciates it! I think Kunikida would use pet names like “Little One” “Baby” or “Hun” classics for the most part! Typical Kunikida fashion of doing everything by the book. And the pet names just make Kyouka feel so unbelievably small and happy!

₊ ⊹ Despite their disagreements Kyouka’s caregivers work seamlessly together! Dazai will hold and watch her most of the time while Kunikida works, then whenever Kunikida isn’t working he’ll happily take over! Dazai is put on bottle and general clean up duty while Kyouka and Kunikida snuggle up! (They look adorable snuggled up on a couch, just like a dad coming home from a tiring day of work to get to hold his baby)

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I love these three! I love Kyouka taking the time to rely on her friends at the agency and I love Kunikida and Dazai needing to work together to take care of her! Have a wonderful day/night everyone!

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

"This didn't work out as intended."

Pairing: Not intended to be romantic Summary: Reader fucks up Words: 500 (499) Warnings: heavy use of Y/n Notes: *sighs and hands you a plate with food written on a piece of paper* here's this weeks rations.

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They stand at the edge of the dock in silence as the crate of goods bobs helplessly in the waters below. Someone poorly stifles their laugh in the back of the group and next to Y/N, Sanji turns around to glare at them before glaring at Y/n. None of them wanted to dive in to get it, not that Sanji would make them. Honestly, Sanji has half the mind to just kick Y/n into the water and leave him there to fend for himself, but he doesn’t. Sanji just stares, like he’s expecting Y/n to get in of his own volition.

Y/n takes a breath and straightens his back, all while not daring to look in Sanji’s direction. “Well…” Out of the corner of his eye, Y/n spots Sanji’s shoulders tensing, like he’s bracing himself for Y/n’s stupidity. “That didn’t go as intended.” Y/n finishes, only for Sanji’s frustration to boil over, “You did this on purpose?!” He shouts. Y/n finally looks at Sanji and shrugs, “Not this.” He gestures to the sinking crate, “I didn’t plan that, that was an accident.” If this were a cartoon, Sanji would have steam coming out of his ears. Instead it comes out of his mouth in a billow of smoke straight into Y/n’s face.

Y/n coughs and waves at the smoke. “The hell-” Sanji stops and his face starts to redden out of anger, “No, no. You know what?” He paces around the dock before stopping back next to Y/n. “Jump in there and get it.” Sanji points to the water. Y/n opens his mouth to say something but Sanji shakes his head, “I don't care about your devil fruit. You need to learn that there are consequences to your actions.” He puts his hands on his hips and looks at Y/n with is brow raised like he’s waiting for Y/n to jump in. Y/n glances over his shoulder at what crew was with them, only for them to disperse quickly, acting like they were suddenly busy.

When Y/n looks back at Sanji, the cook is still watching him. “Will you jump in after?” Y/n tries, only to get shut down by Sanji immediately saying “No.” He pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and runs his opposite hand through his hair before turning on his heel. “Come on.” He sighs as he leads Y/n onto the ship and into the kitchen. “You’re doing dishes for the rest of the month.” He states before tossing a dish towel at Y/n’s chest and leaving his poor crewmate to gawk at Sanji’s back.

[calmcoldevening]

Eric x reader, but with him being a vampire. It's up to you if you'd like both characters to be vamps, or perhaps the OC could just be his lover and willing meal, from time to time... 😉🖤🩸🖤

Vampire!Eric Draven x reader

Tw: mention of death, maybe blood, murder, angst

(This is like a part 2 for this ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗)

Ps: english is not my native language, so sorry for misspells. I had inspiration to write this little angst. I wrote it to the song on Spotify . Just let me know if someone of you want the second part (and if yes write what would you like to say him (: )

You have just moved to a new small town away from the hustle and bustle of megacities. Surprisingly, you quickly found a place to live and settled in a small house, beautiful and cozy. After unpacking all your things, you decided to explore the new city a little. After all, you've been living here for quite some time, haven't you?

And here you are standing in front of a large mansion, made in the likeness of a certain Gothic style. The massive building is decorated in dark colors. Large windows with a pleasant view of a surprisingly well-kept garden with bushes of blood-red roses; a dark pointed roof with neat tiles; dark gray walls of the mansion with peeling paint in some places. In front of your face were massive doors made of dark oak with a neat intricate engraving on them. Something like snakes.

You take a deep breath, gathering your courage, and slowly open the door. It doesn't give in right away, the old hinges squeak disgustingly. And here you are inside. There is a huge corridor with a large staircase directly opposite the entrance. The interior is decorated in black and red tones, in places you can see elements of silver or gold. Huge paintings in gold frames hang on both walls of the lobby. They depict some important people with menacing faces, but the text in the captions to the portraits is not legible. It's a language you don't know. A huge chandelier with burning red candles hangs on the ceiling. Even the flames on them seem scarlet. And although it's only early autumn outside, it's surprisingly cool in the mansion. It's almost sepulchral cold.

The eyes ran away from such Gothic beauty. Your heart was racing in your chest in anticipation. Something about this place was painfully familiar, as much as it was, which caused an unpleasant shiver down my spine. You definitely knew this place for sure.

Your feet carried you through the high halls by themselves, showing all the beauty of the old mansion. All these decorations, statues, tapestries over elaborate frescoes and candles gave you goosebumps.

You were here in a dream. Often your childhood dreams were accompanied by mindless walks through this empty, cold castle.

Your hands are clasped behind your back, and your feet are shuffling on the burgundy carpets with a quiet noise. There was not a soul around, and crows were cawing in the distance. But you weren't scared, not a bit. Something inside you said you were safe. And then you would find a tall mirror in a silver frame with rose inserts in the hallway. You felt everything at that moment, but you didn't control your own body. Leaning closer to the mirror, you saw everything except the face. Your fingers were gently tucking your hair behind your ears. After that, the palms gently slid down the red fabric, knocking the dust off the dress, the nails lightly tapped on the metal spokes of the corset. And at that moment, someone else's stronger arms were wrapped around your waist. You giggled while the stranger pulled you to his chest, kissing your neck.

"You're still beautiful, my rose.."

You are instantly pulled out of your memories by the same cawing of crows, once peacefully sitting on the branches of a tall tree near the estate.

You're on the second floor. It's like you're walking straight somewhere in slow motion, and numbers are flashing in your head. One, two, three, four. You walk with amazing precision around the wooden planks creaking on the floor, hidden under the palace. Your body seemed to know all the answers. This part of the estate was particularly dark, and there was no light in the hallway at all. It's strange, but it's daytime. It's only at the end of the corridor in one of the rooms that you notice a dim glow. You're going there.

It was one of the darkest rooms. The dark curtains were tightly closed, not letting in a single ray of sunlight. Candles stood on a desk in the corner of the room and a few on the floor, here and there. It seemed that the owner of the estate did not need lighting at all, but only showed someone the way. To you. At that moment, you notice a large velvet armchair with a man on it. The stranger was sitting in front of a large portrait almost the entire wall. Was there... you in the portrait?

You swallow nervously and hug yourself, taking an uncertain step closer. There are hundreds of rushing thoughts in your head, but none of them brought you proper comfort at that moment. My heart is pounding in my chest. The stranger seemed to notice you, the atmosphere in the room instantly changed, but he did not pay any attention to you, instead fixing his gaze on the portrait. His head rests on his arm in a bored manner, and you notice an open bottle of wine with a half-empty glass next to him on the table.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? I mean the painting."

The man's voice is like a bolt from the blue. His hoarse, slightly rough voice seemed to come from the very depths of his chest, giving you goosebumps. It took you a few moments to gather your courage together and answer him.

"..yes, it is."

"There's a whole story behind this simple painting," he intones, seemingly staring out the window. His movements are unreadable. But the tension in the room was palpable. And yet, it seemed to you that a stranger was watching your every move, "Would you like to hear this story?"

Your answer was silence. He probably just needed someone to listen to him.

"It's not an easy story, it doesn't have a happy ending, like in your vanilla fairy tales. Life is far from a fairy tale," he begins with a slight grin, "You see, this picture shows not an ordinary woman, she is special. Special in everything. She was the love of my life.."

At this point the man stops. Perhaps he was thinking, or it just hurt him to remember all this.

And so he gets up. His strong but neat figure floats smoothly towards the window, holding his hands behind his back. The man is wearing strict black trousers and a slightly rumpled white shirt. You notice a dark, worn raincoat resting on the arm of a chair. Black wavy hair falls carelessly over the man's broad shoulders.

"I think you've noticed that I'm not an simple person. Or rather, I'm not human at all. So, a creature with such a weak appearance. And I'm not nearly as young as this body may seem."

You take a careful step closer, placing your palm on the back of the chair in the hope of grounding yourself. The material is pleasantly warm and rough.

"..I don't remember the exact year when my journey with this woman began, and I think it's for the best..."

"You don't like remembering her?"

"It would be correct to say that I would like to forget about her," the man takes another breath, then continues, "But I can tell you how it ended and why I will never forget her. We met completely by chance, it happened at a simple city holiday. But I will always remember those big eyes shining with happiness. I fell in love with her instantly, my soul wanted to spend the rest of eternity with her. But the girl didn't know that I was a vampire. And yet, we ended up together anyway. Two incompatible worlds: the world of light and joy and the world of darkness and night. After all, I was going to propose marriage to her.."

The man's voice sounds strangely indifferent and monotonous, even calm. Although you can see how his body tightens a little during the story.

"..and she got sick right before the wedding. The doctor said she wouldn't live a week. There was terrible medicine at that time, and I was young and naive, I didn't know what I could do about it. The only option was to turn her into a vampire.. But I was selfish. I was afraid of losing her light, her warmth. Her humanity. If she became a vampire, she would lose herself. And I watched her die. She was dying in my arms. This young flower of light was fading right in my icy embrace. And yet, she kept telling me about a bright future... She was so stupid. Or too smart to realize the edge of death. Until her last breath, she loved me, she accepted that I was a vampire. Although.. She probably knew about it from the beginning. A smart girl. And she wanted a child with my eyes so much."

Finally, the man turns to face you. You immediately notice the poverty of his face and the redness of his eyes shining in the semi-darkness, like a predator's. They slowly evaluate you from head to toe. There is a slightly creepy smile on his lips. But you feel strangely comfortable, not even flinching at the intensity of his gaze.

"I was devastated and insane. It was the most intense grief in my entire eternal life. I killed too many people that year. Not to eat, to numb the pain. All the victims had their throats chewed out and their bellies ripped open. All the bodies were in the town square, the residents were afraid to go out into the streets," a slight smile plays on his face, "The servants began to fear me, their master. I locked myself in the mansion for years, just staring at this portrait. And no one else in this city has heard about me, and meanwhile the residents have a new horror story for kids: the bloody Count Eric Draven."

The man pauses for a moment, taking a few steps forward. His hand touches your cheek. His cold touch burns.

"I loved her more than my life.. and now you. It's like fate is playing with me, opening old rotten wounds."

Eric's words are full of despair and sorrow, and you can see how his eyes are almost filled with tears, but he restrains himself.

"I'm a simple little human who was interested in seeing an old abandoned mansion.." you say with a bit of fear, trying to distance yourself from the unpleasant cold of his skin.

The man comes, grabbing your face and burying his long fingers in your hair, squeezing slightly.

"But you look exactly like her! Face, voice, movements.. It's like she's talking to me through you. And here we are again, dear Y/N.."

A sad smile slides over the pale face. Your body tightens when he unmistakably calls your name. Your heart tells you to snuggle up to his gentle touch, hug this lonely, strangely dear man, but your mind screams the opposite.

"Answer me, am I going crazy..?" This time his voice sounds on the verge of tears and you can see how his hands are shaking.

"..I don't know."

"You don't know... Please don't leave me again. I've been waiting too long. You made my dead heart beat and now you're taking this long-awaited life out of it again. Please, my rose.. Give me a chance, you'll remember everything. I will show you our world anew, I will teach you how to love me.. please."

[estasticvanni]

Enderment˗ˏˋ₊ʚ🌻ɞ₊ˎˊ˗

Category • Fluff

Ship • Bachisagi

Tw • Nothing!

An • Yes,we are continuing the blue lock streak! This is short so don't grab any snacks hehe! If you want more haikyuu I'll put a poll down on the end!

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It was summer and Isagi was practicing with the addition of Bachira. "Come on! Let's go all out!" Bachira charged forward,keeping the ball from the other teen's grasp,laughing while he kicked the ball into the net. "Did the monster help you with that?" Isagi joked,chuckling. Bachira stuck his tongue out at the other. "I don't need it anymore,I only need you and my mom!" Bachira giggled before jumping in Isagi's back and kissing all over Isagi's cheek to which Isagi smiled. It was always like this,Isagi and Bachira practicing and kissing like boyfriends do.

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"Bachira?" Bachira was snapped out of his lovey dovey daydream. Right,Isagi was outside and waiting for Bachira to bring back some water. Bachira smiled at his mom before running outside with the two water bottles in his arms,handing Isagi one before guzzling down some water for himself. "Alright! Let's try that dribble one more time!" Bachira nodded with a smile and began with the ball between his feet. Bachira snickered,sticking his tongue out as he does whenever he thinks of being mischievous. "I wanna make a deal! If I score,you're gonna have to kiss me!" Isagi smiled with a light blush on his cheeks. "If I score then,I'll be little spoon tonight!"

Bachira nodded and started for the net,shuffling the ball on his feet and away from Isagi. Just as Bachira was gonna score,Isagi kicked the ball out of his grasp and ran for the opposite side. Bachira pouted but ran after Isagi,snickering before he tackled the other. "Bachira! That's not fair-" Isagi groaned as he tried to get up but couldn't. Luckily for him,the ball went into the net. "Hey..you must've cheated!" Bachira pouted and got off Isagi "says you!" Isagi pinching Bachira's cheek which was followed by Bachira chuckling as well.

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The moon shined throughout Bachira's room,the two teens cuddled up together,Isagi the little spoon as promised. Bachira still clung into the other as usual,burying his face into the other's neck. "Next time,I'll score then you'll owe me a kiss! Hmph." Isagi chuckled and patted Bachira's head. "You won't score cause you'll never get past me!" Bachira buffer and bit the other to which Isagi laughed. "I will! I'll get my kiss!" Isagi continued lagging the other. "Yeah right!" Bachira huffed again,causing Isagi to laugh even more. The night continued on with Isagi's teasing and Bachira's whiny behavior,at the end of the night,both were in each other's arms,sleeping soundly,like boyfriends do.