#I want a plot where someone becomes his roommate and slowly figures out that he's a werewolf

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Also I really need more threads for Wester!!! Like who doesn’t love a werewolf himbo with golden retriever energy???

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Thing that f*te the winx saga could've used to make it more ✨mature✨. I got this idea from two ppl but I literally can not find their post update: found one found the other one. If you want to take any of these ideas feel free just credit me and send a link over this way when its ready to get published.

Season 1

Have stormy take the identity of princess varanda of Callisto as a nod to the cartoon instead of Beatrix which was easy to guess

make them college age (in multiple different dubs alfea is a college)

Have the Brandon/sky switch but have it effect Brandon more because sky is closer to his father then he is because he can't be himself and have stella be in on it.

Have the love triangle be between aisha sky and bloom. Where Aisha and sky are in a arranged marriage they love each other in a platonic way but there is no love loss between them.

Split Aisha into two people aisha and layla twins/Irish twins with one having the standard mahogany brown/cinnamon brown hair and the other having the reddish brown pink highlight hair one being the fairy of oceans and tides and the other being the fairy of fluids

Have the switch be between aisha and layla who are swapping to see how each other life’s are

Give the parent plotlines that gave to Stella back to aisha (Stella’s plot with her mom is very close to Aisha’s in the cartoon at least to me.)

Have Aisha and Stella be from rival realms

Introduce diaspro you know the girl who is blonde mean and in a love triangle with sky and bloom. fate!stella is practically diaspro

Do away with fate's magic system because winx club already had their own with more categories

Make Aisha a teacher assistant/student teacher instead of Farah suck up (My reasoning on this is that yes she is still the same age as the other girls namely stella but she created her own subcategory of how to use magic. She is really advanced and using advanced spell and skills to the point where some adult trouble with. I also feel like its another way for her parents to keep control over her.)

Make Aisha a specialist in a act of rebellion

Make tecna a specialist who is a gamer girl/hacker

Have diaspro and bloom be long lost sisters

Have stella and diaspro be sisters

stella, aisha and diaspro where roommate the previous year since both stella and Aisha were 17 when they debuted and have the be ra’s

instead of stella accidentally blinding her former roommate she preformed a convergence spell that was above her skill level and blinded her roommate or herself along with blewing up the dorm (which would come full circle in the way that her and her former roommate was out of balance, but when she does it with the girls it goes over smoothly. "When your hand is holding mine" they transform thanks to the power of friendship love and a Successful convergence spell and they gain transformation magic)

have stella blind herself on accident because of the bad way she was taught magic.

Have stella and Aisha be from rival kingdoms

make queen luna into countess cassandra

I like the idea of every time stella uses her power it bleaches her hair with the raw power of sun she is able to harness because the uv waves until it slowly becomes a pale blonde 

Have Aisha cling to every authority figure to fill the void that was left by her parents being so closed off towards her

Have Aisha be borderline clingy or even a little jealous towards her friends because she doesn’t understand how friendship works. Not understanding how boundaries works because her parents were not hands on parents. And just generally not understanding her emotions how to proceed them and how to express them for that reason too.

Have Aisha have a different view on love and how you should love someone and be loved by someone because of her parental trauma.

Show Aisha cracking under the pressure and expectation to be the perfect princess for her realm. Instead of the toilet incident then randomly being bad at her magic that went no where.

Instead of bloom setting the fire in her parents house out of anger have it be in her sleep have it be a throwback to the show when she was transforming in her sleep

Have mike and vanessa know about her powers and have her practice her powers safely with the help of her firefighter father

Have Vanessa be a Italian immigrant

Instead of Rosalind being trapped down there it would be Argulus a former classmate of farah’s who went to shadow haunt and got corrupted

Instead of rosalind being trapped have it be icy in alfea and Darcy in cloud tower with beatrix stormy in disguise trying to break them out

Instead of rosalind being trapped have it be the last ancestral witch

Fully comment to mixing musa with darcy

Utilize the dragon flame water star and starlight having designated host

Have daphne successfully escaped and go into hiding with bloom on earth

Say that the reason why fairies don’t transform anymore is because they wings keep getting plucked off as a throw back to the trix and galatea subsequently leaving them powerless so they evolved from it and it happened so long ago that nobody ever taught the new generation how to transform and with each generation they lost that part of them and bury it deep and deep inside of them.

Season 2

Introduce Brandon as stella's personal guard one of the solarian royal guard place there by queen luna due to Stella’s antics last season.

Introduce Brandon as relative of silva like nephew or giving Stella’s divorce parents plotlines to him saying that he grew up with both parents but after the divorce they feel out of touch because his mom took him home to her realm. Double point if he used to be friends with sky then moved to solaria as a child.

Introduce flora as the botany/earth and tecna as the air teacher

Introduce the wizards to teach a red fountain and introduce nabu that way since it was a school for wizards in s1 of the cartoon

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together by this christmas tree - p.l. dubois

a/n: happy december, so because The Maine’s Ho Ho Hopefully is a god tier Christmas song and I forgot how to write anything else heres like 5 words of just fluff. big shoutout to @prettyboybarzal​ for letting me just dump this fic on her for a few days so i could fuck around with the plot you are a queen!!

Pierre was in Los Angeles.

At any other time, he’d be pretty happy. The long West Coast road trip was one of Pierre’s favorites, he got to spend some time with his teammate’s, enjoy the warm weather, and play a few games that would hopefully end in a win. This time, however, he was sulking in his hotel room because he wished he was in Columbus. It was the first day of December, and Pierre knew that meant one thing - You were undoubtedly getting ready for the holiday season in whatever ways you knew how.

You stumbled into Pierre’s life by accident - literally. When Phillip was just a puppy, Pierre had taken him on a run. The French Bulldog pulled him with all his strength, causing you, who’d been looking at your phone to trip right over his leash. You assured Pierre it was fine, but while you were explaining to him that you had dogs growing up and sometimes shit happens your elbow had been bleeding before you could finish your sentence. Pierre offered to help you out, given his own apartment was barely a block away, and you’d been friends ever since. Friends. Just friends.

“Just tell her,” Tex says from the bed next to him, his road roommate having enough of watching Pierre sulk around their hotel room, “I’m tired of this.”

“Tired of what?” Pierre asks, his eyebrows raising. 

“This, the thinking about Y/N all the time,” Tex exasperates dramatically, he sighs, putting on his best impersonation of his teammate, “Y/N’s watching the dogs while I’m away. Y/N and I are trying that new French restaurant downtown. Y/N’s favorite holiday is Christmas and I’m not decorating with her. Dude, you’re in love with her, just tell her. I’m sure she feels the same way.”

“What if she doesn’t?” Pierre asks, finally admitting the real reason he’s yet to say anything. Pierre had been rejected a few times in his life, but he never let it get to him. That was because those people didn’t matter the way you did. You knew everything about him. You knew the way he took his coffee and the way he hated being woken up. You knew Pierre better than you knew yourself, and losing that was the first thing that’s ever really scared him.

“Well you won’t know if you don’t do something about it,” Tex sighs, frustrated with his two friends, “Or you’ve got to let her go.”

Tex walked out of their hotel room after he spoke, undoubtedly to get away from Pierre’s energy that was clouding the room. Pierre sighs, rolling over to the otherside of his bed and pulling up your contact. He did the math internally in his head for a moment, trying to figure out if you’d be asleep or not - smiling to himself when he realized you were probably still up. 

“Shouldn’t you be at some fancy LA restaurant?” You chirp, smiling on the other side of the phone when you pick up the Facetime call.  You were home, but Pierre could see two familiar figures snuggled together on her couch. You had become Pierre’s accidental dog sitter at the beginning of the season. He put finding one on the backburner, and when it came close to the start of the season, he was coming up empty. You offered three different times before Pierre finally came to his senses and said yes, not because he didn’t trust you, it was because if he had to watch his dogs love you as much as he does - he was never going to recover.

“Shouldn’t you be decorating for Christmas?” Pierre smirks, knowing exactly what the first day of December meant to his friend.

You loved Christmas, like in the type of way that made Pierre envious that anyone could be that happy from a holiday, and the first day of December was the day you went all out. A tree got put up in your apartment, a fake one because hauling a real one up to her place seemed like it would be too much, decorated elaborately in gold and white. You’d get dressed up in a set of Christmas pajamas, one’s that Pierre would scrunch his nose at but he secretly adored, and when he’d make fun of you for it - you’d just pout and call him a grinch.

“I thought I’d wait for you this year,” You mumble, hoping the lighting in your living room would hide the blush on your cheeks, “Speaking of Christmas…”

“I told you three times I don’t want anything,” Pierre reminds you, the argument sprung up twice a year, on Pierre’s birthday and the second the holiday season started. Pierre really had all he could want, his family and his friends were healthy, the team was doing well, and he could buy any material thing he wanted. His answer wasn’t a total lie, because he couldn’t think of anything he wanted besides you.

“You’re the worst,” You whine, throwing yourself back on the couch dramatically, Pierre watched Georgia spring up from next to you, the puppy dropping sloppy kisses all over your face. He thought about what Tex had rambled on about just before he called, that he had to just tell you, but you deserved it to be perfect. So he made a decision, he would tell you by Christmas and he’d spend every moment before that proving to you that he could be the man you deserved.

***

Pierre sighed, stepping back and looking at all of the pine needles that were scattered through his freshly washed BMW. He was going to have to get it cleaned, but the smile on your face would be worth it once he lugged that tree through your apartment building. It was part of his plan, one Tex had called stupid just three hours prior, but Pierre knew it wasn’t. You loved Christmas, and as much as you tried to never show it, you did always get a little bummed out that the tree in your apartment wasn’t real - something that not even the prettiest decorations could fix. So, Pierre decided he was going to fix it, and he was going to give you the best holiday you could ask for.

Pierre buzzed up to your apartment, the tree in his hands while he made his way up to your floor, holding up on his end of the promise he made to stop being a Grinch and help you decorate, “Special delivery.”

The snowman mug, undoubtedly filled with coffee and a tiny bit of sugar because that’s how you always drank it, slipping right out of your hands and onto the floor. The handle snapped off, but that seemed to take second place to the scene in front of you, “Is that-”

“A real tree? Uh yeah,” Pierre nods slowly, trying to not let the grin growing on his face show, “I know you say it’s not a big deal for your tree to be fake but-”

In all of the time you’d known Pierre, you were always his softer side. To the rest of the world, you almost seemed too sweet for the tattooed hockey player who wasn’t afraid to back down from a fight, but it wasn’t entirely true. Pierre had a softer side, one you’d seen shine through when he saw his mom or when a kid could stop him for an autograph, but they were never just random acts of kindness. You wrap your arms around his waist, taking a big sniff of the fresh pine scent that was sweeping through your apartment, “This might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“This is the nicest thing I’ve ever done for someone,” Pierre jokes, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “Where are we putting this thing?”

Once you had the tree in the stand, it was time to get to work. The real reason you waited for Pierre wasn’t because his lack of holiday cheer was a crime, even though it was, it was because then you could hang up decorations using a ladder. Pierre was keeping the smile on his face, not because he was happy that he had a Santa hat hanging from his head or that he was untangling string lights for you while he wrapped them around the tree, but because you would show him every ornament you had with some sort of story as to why you bought it.

“Do you have a favorite ornament?” You ask, snapping a picture of Pierre’s confused face while he untangled the lights. He looked silly, the hat that you placed on his head was hanging off, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth while he tried to untangle the lights. He looked up at you, and you could see him thinking for a moment before he answered you.

“I do actually, I had this little Canadians skate that I used to steal off the tree to play with as a kid,” Pierre finally settled on, smiling to himself when he could practically see himself at seven trying to steal that ornament off the tree. His mother would scold him, and tell him there’s a million other things to play with but it just wasn’t that stupid plastic skate, “My mom used to get so mad at me for taking it but, I loved it.”

“So you didn’t always hate Christmas?” You tease, a giggle escaping through your lips.

“I don’t hate Christmas, I’m just not obsessed with it,” Pierre defends, “But maybe I liked it more when I was a kid.”

“Well be more like seven year old Luc, and get decorating,” You joke, tossing an ornament at him.

Three hours and two broken decorations later, the tree was propped up in the corner of your living room. It looked perfect, because there was nothing that could stop you from decorating that tree flawlessly, but Pierre was sincerely proud of himself for how much he’d actually helped. You were happy, standing in front of it with the gold star that went on top in your hand, “Well put it on.”

“Shouldn’t you do that?” Pierre asks before you shake your head no and try to hand him the topper. Pierre stays planted in his spot, knowing if he looked at you for just another minute you’d explain yourself.

“I’m too short to get up there and I don’t feel like getting out a ladder-” Pierre scoffed before you could finish your sentence, ducking down and hooking your legs over his shoulders without a second thought. You squeal, latching your hands on any part of him you could to stop yourself from losing your balance, “You could’ve just done it.”

“Hang up the star before I drop you,” Pierre teases, loosening his grip on your thighs like he was going to let you fall. Your laugh filled your apartment, and Pierre knew that had to be his favorite sound in the world. You place the star on top of the tree, Pierre stepping back so you could admire your work.

“Perfect?” You ask, your eyes scanning over the twinkling lights that seemed to just hang from the tree flawlessly. Pierre didn’t look at the tree before he answered, his eyes still trained on you.

“Yeah it’s perfect.”

***

The first snow in Columbus could not have come at a better time. Pierre had an afternoon game, and by the time he’d been out of the arena on his way back to his place, the snow was starting to just cover the ground. You had been at his place all afternoon, baking away pieces for a gingerbread house because you told Pierre buying one was unacceptable. You practically destroyed his kitchen, the counters covered in flour and pieces of gingerbread dough. You had Christmas music blasting over the speaker, lost in your own little world until you heard the door open.

“What happened in here?” Pierre asks, his suit jacket slipping off of his shoulders while he took in the sight in front of him. His kitchen was a mess, the dishes piled high in the sink while the entire place was flooded with the smell of gingerbread, “Did you rob a bakery?”

Pierre picked up the candy that was neatly placed in different cups on the counter. He looked at you with an amused smile on his face, “I didn’t come here to fuck around, and neither did you.”

With your words came a bright green apron for Pierre, he unrolled the fabric taking a deep breath and reminding himself that if he wanted you to know he cared about you, he was going to have to suck it up and build the damn house.

As it turns out, building the damn house was harder than Pierre thought. The cookie kept crumbling, the house kept sliding apart and Pierre couldn’t construct a roof to save his life. You, on the other hand, were working tireless at the most well constructed gingerbread house he’d ever seen. You were lost in your own little world, mouthing along to the Christmas music playing in the background. It would have been cute, and at any other time Pierre probably thought you were downright adorable, but not while another cookie broke in his hands.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Pierre growls, a pout on his face while he swiped the cookie crumbs from his hands.

You laugh at his disgruntled state, his back was hunched and his face was red. It was what he looked like after a bad game, except your friend who prided himself on acting like a tough guy was absolutely defeated by a simple gingerbread house. You drop the pastry bag that was in your hands, “You need to relax.”

“I am relaxed!” Pierre yells, stepping back in frustration, “It’s the house it won’t-”

“Luc, listen to yourself for a minute, it’s not the house’s fault,” You explain gently, you walk behind him and place both of your hands on each of his arms, “Try again and calm down.”

Pierre didn’t want to finish the house, but if your hands were on him he wasn’t going to tell you to take them off anytime soon. Your hands were wrapped around his arms lightly, your chin resting on his back while you peeked around his arm.  He grabbed the bag and you rolled your eyes at how tense he was, “Do you hold hockey sticks that tightly, jeez.”

Pierre turns around, giving you a glare and raising his eyebrows. You stifle a laugh, trying your best to keep it together despite how hilarious you found his mood to be, “Quit making fun of me and help me.”

“Okay, okay,” You nod, running your arm along Pierre’s arm while you watched him try and squeeze the frosting out of the bag, “Slower Luc.”

Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a boner.

Pierre’s mind was racing, trying to drive his focus in the direction of the house, and not the fact that you were standing behind him. The air in the kitchen was thick, the same weird sexual tension that seemed to creep up when the two of you were alone for too long was back and stronger than ever. Your fingers ran along Pierre’s tattoos absentmindedly while you whispered simple directions that were turning Pierre’s brain to mush. He couldn’t think of anything else beside the fact that all he wanted was turn around and press his lips to yours, but he couldn’t just do that.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, while your logical side told you that you were simply telling Pierre how to build the silly little house and this shouldn’t feel so sexual - but it did. Pierre touched you all the time, a hand on your back while you guys were out, a kiss on the forehead whenever he hugged you and you never thought anything of it until you realized he didn’t do that with everyone. So you panicked, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head that reminded you that you wanted him, and pretending like it never happened. That wasn’t easy, and every minute you spent with Pierre you could feel yourself falling into him like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

The moment was ruined by the sound of a cookie sheet hitting the floor, and the sound of a scared puppy’s feet running away in fear. You both jumped, your hands flying off of Pierre when the realization that you were doing it again washed over you. You were letting yourself pretend like this could lead somewhere and that one day Pierre would choose you and it would all work itself out. Except that was just hope and hope wasn’t going to stop your heart from getting broken.

“You should shower, I’ll start cleaning,” You offer, moving around the kitchen to clean so you could hide the blush on your cheeks.

And a cold shower was probably what Pierre needed.

***

This wasn’t part of my Christmas activities.

You were whining while Pierre drove down to the arena, the Blue Jackets family skate was that afternoon and he insisted you went. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, but you couldn’t  stop yourself from reading into things. He’d never brought you to the skate before, so why now?

“Isn’t this on that silly list of Christmas activities?” Pierre reminds you, tapping your leg lightly with his free hand, “Or do you just not know how to skate or something?”

“Well…” You start, Pierre’s eyebrows raising while he focused on the road ahead of you, “I don’t-”

“You eat Christmas cheer for the entire month of December but you don’t know how to ice skate? When were you going to tell me?” Pierre teases, chuckling while he shook his head at you.

“It never came up!” You defend, crossing your arms at him for teasing you, “And I didn’t tell you for this exact reason.”

Pierre made fun of you for the rest of the ride, teasing you that you should skate with his teammate’s kids who were practically toddlers and were probably better than you were. You walked into the arena behind Pierre, immediately smiling at the familiar faces of his teammates and their families. You made your way to his stall, Pierre telling you to sit he could get your skates laced up. You bit your lip, watching his hands work at the laces as delicately as he could. You were sure he was rougher with his own, but Pierre’s touch was always light as a feather with you.

“Too tight?” Pierre asks, breaking out of your trance from his too big veiny hands.

“No it’s fine,” You squeak out, and you could hear Tex snickering to himself next to you.

Pierre wasn’t a bad teacher for someone who almost tossed a gingerbread house across his apartment just a week prior. He was slow, his fingers laced with yours while he pulled you along and tried to help you skate on your own. It was a failure, and you looked like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time, but Pierre refused to believe you couldn’t get better. 

“You guys disgust me,” Tex chirps, hopping onto the bench next to you while you watch Pierre play tag with Savvy’s kids. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for an explanation, “You’re both so disgustingly in love with each other why won’t you just admit it?”

“Because Pierre’s going to find someone else who won’t be me,” You sigh, picking at your nails. You told Tex this once before, when you were wine drunk and sad about the date Pierre was on, “He’s just my friend.”

Tex wanted to scream, lock you both into a room and force you to talk about your feelings. He wasn’t going to do that, because he didn’t want to be the demise of what he thought might actually be something, but god did he want to. You both were frustrating the hell out of him, and if Pierre didn’t nut up soon he was going to take matters into his own hands by New Years.

“You don’t know that, if you told him-” Tex tries his hardest to reason with you, make you see that it’s worth the jump because Pierre was on the other side waiting for you.

“So he can flat out reject me and never speak to me again? Really I’m good,” You huff out, swinging your leg over the boards to get back onto the ice. You were doing okay, until you started to push yourself forward. Two steps later, you were on your way to face plant into the ice until you felt two arms wrap around your waist.

“Easy there,” Pierre laughs, stopping you just before you fell, “You’re not an expert now.”

“You’re such a bully,” You tease, avoiding Tex’s gaze when Pierre intertwined your fingers to pull you across the ice. Tex watched you both, the shared laughs and longing stares were just proof to him that if people did have one person for them, you were it for each other.

Only if you could get it through your heads. 

***

The Savard’s threw a bigger Christmas party than you’d ever seen before in your life. You loved David and his wife, given Pierre introduced you to them as his adoptive parents the first time you ever came over for dinner with him. It was your favorite version of Pierre, the one who let David’s kids paint his nails and color the black and white ink on his arms. You walked up the well decorated driveway, your heels clicking against the pavement while you made your way inside.

“You need to go see your boy in the kitchen,” You hear Seth call over to you, grabbing your attention as soon as you walk into the house. You wave hello first, making your way into the kitchen to see a sight that you were most definitely not expecting.

Pierre was sitting on a candy cane throne, a big Santa hat on his head and equally as red suit to match. He had one of Nick’s kids on his lap, listening to the little boy about the train set he’d been writing to Santa about since Thanksgiving. Your heart grew about four sizes at the sight, you walked over and tapped Pierre on the shoulder, “Can I borrow Santa for a minute?”

“Are you Mrs. Claus?” The question was a simple one, and the two big brown eyes that were looking up at you were the only thing that didn’t stop you from saying yes.

“Mrs. Claus huh?” Pierre teases, pulling you onto his lap while you watched Nick’s son make his way back to his mother.

“I wasn’t about to ruin his Christmas,” You shook your head, running a hand over the white fur on the jacket Pierre was wearing, “How’d you get sucked into this?”

“I was going to say no, but then I knew you’d at least laugh at me,” Pierre admits, a blush creeping up his neck. His hands were wrapped securely around your waist like for a moment he could just pretend like he had you, “Wanna tell the big guy what you want for you Christmas.”

“Hmm, nothing,” You settle on, “And you won’t know until you finally tell me what you want.”

The sound of cheers flooded the kitchen, and when you went to look at what all of the ruckus was about you realized that you were the ruckus. Seth had a shit eating grin on his face while he held the mistletoe above your heads. You knew you were flush, the heat on your cheeks made it clear while Pierre looked like he was a pale as a ghost. He planted a kiss on your cheek, telling Seth to fuck off before you pushed yourself off of him, muttering an excuse about needed to use the bathroom. 

You had your palms against the sink while you tried to catch your own breath. This was the reason you never made a move, because you knew it wouldn’t end in some sort of heartbreak. It was clear Pierre didn’t want to kiss you, and that was enough for you to let him go forever. You wiped the tears that were welling up in your eyes, deciding that when you walked out that door Pierre was your friend and your friend only.

“Where are you going?” Pierre caught your arm when you tried to leave the party, the idea of going home for a good cry was far better than a rowdy holiday party. He looked insane, his eyes wild while he panted to catch his breath after he searched the house in a panic for you.

“Home, I’m just not feeling well-” You come up with an excuse fast, hoping the quicker you spoke the quicker you could get out of there.

“Is this about Seth? I’ll kick the shit out of him,” Pierre promises, latching onto anything that would fix your mood.

Your feelings were something Pierre was an expert at, probably because he never seemed to take his eyes off of you. He knew when you were upset just from your body language alone and you were definitely not happy. Was it from Seth trying to force the idea that you should be together or was it that he didn’t kiss you? It had to be the first, because if it was the latter then Pierre fucked up his entire plan to make you see that he loved you.

“No it’s fine, really I just think I should go,” You were begging Pierre not to fight you on this, so he wasn’t going but he was going to be damned if he let you slip through his fingers.

“Stay, Tex and I were about to sing Christmas karaoke,” Pierre offers, dragging out his words, “I’ll let you pick the song.”

Pierre and Tex ended up serenading you with the worst rendition of All I Want For Christmas Is You you’d ever heard. Their dance moves were a crime, and they were definitely the two most tone deaf people you have ever met, but their heart was in the right place. The mistletoe incident was forgotten for the moment, your attention directed at the silly drinking games you were playing with your friends. You sat on the kitchen counter in the Savard’s home, your head leaning on Pierre’s shoulder after you’d taken your fourth shot in the span of an hour. A hangover was definitely on the horizon, but for the time it wasn’t going to kill your buzz.

“I hate when you do that you know?” You poke Pierre’s side, grabbing his attention from the crowd of people in the kitchen.

“Do what?” Pierre asks, a bold hand landing on your thigh.

“Make everything better somehow, it’s pretty fucking annoying Luc,” You tease, taking a look at his face for a moment. Pierre smiled before he answered you, the kind where his teeth would show and you could see his little vampire teeth you loved so much.

“I’ll always make it better Y/N.”

***

You’re coming over right?

Pierre sighs at your question, your voice flooding the speaker in his car while he drove home from his game. It was December 23rd, and he wanted to sneak in a nap before his middle of the night flight to Montreal to see his parents for Christmas. He’d just finished an afternoon game, one where the team lost and Torts lost his mind on them before he shipped them off to Christmas break tired and angry, but he wasn’t going to miss out on seeing you before Christmas. He made a promise to himself he’d tell, come clean once he felt like you knew he loved you. Maybe you did, and if you didn’t you were in for one hell of a surprise.

Pierre took a quick right in the direction of your place, deciding you couldn’t wait any longer. His brain was switched to autopilot and when he opened your apartment door with the key you gave him forever ago, he realized what this was. You were sitting on the couch, a gift box in your hand that was undoubtedly for him and it hit Pierre like a freight train.

He didn’t get you anything.

Pierre could’ve punched himself, calling out every name in the book because he was an idiot. He spent so much time focusing on spending time with you, and going along with all of your silly little Christmas things that he didn’t even realize he forgot to get you a gift at all. Pierre just knew whatever was in that bag was thoughtful and perfect, and he was walking in empty handed.

“Open it!” You exclaim, your excitement couldn’t be contained. Honestly, you were surprised you made it this far without spilling the beans about the gift. 

You hand Pierre the box, and he opens it slowly, pulling the top of the box off and gasping at what was inside. The skate ornament was the same as the one he mentioned when you were decorating your tree, the blue and red Canadians logo faded a bit, “Is this…?”

“I called your mom and asked her for it,”  You admit sheepishly, a little embarrassed to admit just how often you did talk to Pierre’s parents. He didn’t call often, mostly because he simply would forget, so his mother would start just calling you instead, “I know it’s silly but I thought maybe it’d remind you that the holidays aren’t all bad-”

“I love it, it’s perfect,” Pierre whispers, letting the ornament dangle from his large hand, “I fucked up, I uh, shit, I forgot to get you something.”

You laugh, practically falling to the floor while the giggles take over your body, “Luc, you sucked it up all month for me that’s enough.”

“It’s not, I did all of this so you’d know that I loved you and when I told you it would make sense,” Pierre starts to ramble, pacing around your apartment, “And I couldn’t even be bothered to remember to get you a damn gift.”

“You love me?” You repeat, just to make sure you’d gotten clear what’s been up with him since the start of the month. You felt the shift, the extra acts of kindness that just weren’t normal for him, but you knew if you read into it you might end up disappointed.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you, like one of those romantic Christmas movies you love so much,” Pierre admits, looking at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen. You stood in front of him, dumbfounded that your best friend just told you he loved you, “Please say something.”

“Do you know what I want for Christmas?” You ask, taking a bold step forward and wrapping your arms around Pierre’s neck, “This year I want you alone.”

Pierre closed the gap between the two of you, and it felt like the entire world had stopped. The bustling city outside didn’t matter, Pierre’s flight in a few hours didn’t matter, and the brutal loss he’d taken hours later was on the backburner. Right now, Pierre’s hands were wrapped around your waist while your lips were pressed against his and he would have rather died than let go of you in that moment.

“So I don’t have to get you a gift right?”

“No you still do, but you can kiss me again first.”

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Hiding Inside Yourself

Summary: After years of pretending to be someone you’re not you meet Tendou and suddenly you aren’t scared to be yourself.

Warnings: none?

Pairings: Tendou Satori x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

Even as a kid you never had many friends opting to keep to yourself instead. Your teachers tried to get you to interact with the other kids but you knew you wouldn’t really fit in with any of the girls in your class. While they wanted to play with dolls and put on their mothers clothes pretending to be grown up, you wanted to do different things. You didn’t really fit in with the girls who wanted to go outside and play various sports either. You just wanted to stay inside and watch cartoons or read books. You tried to make friends, it wasn’t like you had wanted to be alone but when you began talking to new people they grew tired of you upon realizing that you weren’t interested in the same things. So instead you sat on a bench reading an old comic your dad had while everyone else climbed and swung during play time outside. 

You thought middle school would be different. You’d have friends despite having different interests. You could hang out with your peers after school and not just because you had a school project to do together. You were wrong. Middle school was different, but it was different for the worst. Kids grew crueler, colder, meaner. Before middle school no one talked about the weird person who kept to themselves and read old beat up comics and manga. The hushed whispers in the hall as you passed by was something you didn’t have to worry about before. Now you were insecure and scared. Never wanting to stick out more than you did you stopped reading during class. Instead keeping your head down studying when you would usually be reading what happened to interest you at the time. 

Your parents were worried when you insisted that they take back their old comics and manga. They were worried when you slowly began to change everything about yourself. Changing to be something that you never were before. All because you were tired of the whispers in the hall and constant stares. They didn’t bring it up, scared you would lock yourself in your room all the time. So instead they bought you the new lip Hgloss everyone else started wearing. They bought you the new trendy school everyone was talking about. They let you cut your hair the way everyone else did, never voicing their concerns for your sudden want and need to change and be like everyone else. Now here you are about to attend your first year at Shiratorizawa Academy, looking and acting just like everyone else did. All because you were scared to be different.

Your parents had left after you had moved all of the stuff you needed into your dorms, wishing you good luck. You laughed as you told them you’d still see them on the weekends. You were up packing all of the things in your dresser and closet not wanting to claim a bed until your dorm mate got there. You went over to a box you didn’t remember packing it thinking your parents must’ve packed a box of things they thought you had missed. Upon opening it you realized it was some of your old things you had given your parents to throw out. You dug further and found a new manga you had never seen before and figured that your parents had bought it before you stopped reading it. You took it out of the box and opened it when a letter fell out.

“Y/n, we know you stopped reading these a while ago, but when we were at the bookstore last week we saw this new one that came out and thought you might like it. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to, but we know you never really wanted to stop reading them. So take this gift as a congratulations on getting into Shiratorizawa. Love, Mom and Dad.”

You sighed as you placed it back in the box. You set the box on the top shelf in the closet when you heard someone coming into your room. “Hey, you must be Rei. I’m Y/n, your dorm mate, obviously. I wouldn’t be in here if I wasn’t” You scolded yourself on your word jumble, falling into the old habit when you were nervous. 

You let out a sigh of relief as she smiled and set some of her stuff down before turning to say goodbye to her parents who were behind her. After they had left she turned to you smiling brightly, “Hello! Yes, I’m Rei, I hope we can be friends. Do you know what bunk you want? I’m partial to the bottom bunk but it doesn’t matter.” You said that that was fine and began making your bed. She handed you all of your things from the floor while you sat on top figuring everything out. As you set up your sleeping areas you both talked about things that she liked and you knew about. She talked about the latest episode of a popular show that was on and you commented on it. You didn’t care for the show but you knew other people did and watched highlights and read summaries enough to be able to talk about it like you did.

When you were done you left your room to go get something to eat. It was about two when you started but after talking for a while and finishing unpacking it was now seven. Rei had introduced you to some of her old friends from middle school and you all sat together to eat. While they talked about things they did over their break you looked around at all the new faces in the cafeteria. Everyone seemed to have people they all knew already and you were grateful that you hadn’t seen anyone from your old schools yet. No one knew you as the weird one who sat in the corner of the room by themselves reading manga, and you didn’t want them to.

As you looked around the room your eyes were drawn to a boy sitting by himself. He had bright red hair and was reading a book. You envied that he wasn’t scared to be himself. You were a coward and you knew it. Terrified of the judgemental looks people give you for being different. He didn’t seem to care as he happily read the book in his hand. You were too far away to read the book title and you forgot to put in your contacts so you definitely couldn’t read that far away. Suddenly the boy you had been observing looked up and straight at you. Great you had been caught now you do look like the weird kid. He didn’t seem to mind as he waved at you. You waved back and he went back to reading. 

About a half hour later your roommate had stood up and asked if you wanted to go back to your room. You agreed and stood up to follow after her. On your way out you passed by the boy you had made eye contact with earlier and looked at the book he was reading and saw it was the new manga your parents had bought you. You sighed as you passed him, you wished you had known him when you were a kid, before you decided to change. Maybe, just maybe you wouldn’t have reinvented yourself. Maybe you wouldn’t be scared to be who you really were. But you would never know.

You had a few days before the school year started so everyone could get to know the campus and where all their classes were. You and Rei had just gotten done looking around at your classes and figuring out where you had to go the first day. Sadly you weren’t in the same class with her or any of the new people you had met. So that meant you’d have to meet new people which you weren’t looking forward to. Later that night as Rei slept you climbed down the ladder of your bunk and got down the box to get the books you had abandoned. You grabbed the newest one your parents had bought you and threw it onto your bed before climbing back up. You turned on the lights you had hung up above your bunk and grabbed your glasses to read it. After a few hours you were half way done and decided that you would finish it later. You turned off the lights and put the book under your bed and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to get breakfast with Rei. You passed by the redhead from a few days ago and it looked like he was rereading. You forgot how much you wanted to talk about manga after reading the plot twists and the shocking deaths. You forgot how much you desperately wanted a friend who shared your love over the various shonen jumps you read. A friend who you could sit down and watch anime with. A friend who you could just be you with and not someone you’re pretending to be. 

You almost stopped to sit with him to discuss the book but you couldn’t stop with Rei tugging on your wrist once she spotted her friends. You were disappointed but you were hopeful that you’d be able to speak to him soon. It’d be nice to be yourself again.

Soon the free time you guys had passed and it was time to start classes. You weaved your way through the halls to the classroom you remembered visiting with Rei when looking around the school. You were the first to arrive in the class and sat in the back corner near a window, falling into old habits. You were looking down at your phone swiping through apps to pass time when someone sat down in the seat in front of you.

“Hello! I’m Tendou Satori! Are you the person who I made eye contact with a few days ago in the cafeteria?” You looked around and realized that it was just you two in the room, he could’ve sat anywhere and instead chose the seat right in front of you. You nodded your head in response and looked back down at your phone. “Can I know your name?” 

You shut off your phone and put it away in your bag and looked up at him. You quickly scanned his face and noticed that he seemed quite happy and genuine. He was also pretty cute, you wouldn’t tell him that though. “It’s L/n F/n. But you can call me Y/n.” You watched as he lit up and smiled. You were glad you were in the same class, you had a feeling you would be great friends.

Over the course of the first year you and Tendou had become good friends. You had exchanged numbers and were talking every day. You’d eat lunch with him and the volleyball team. You’d study outside when he wasn’t at practice. You slowly stopped hanging out with Rei and her friends, you and Rei still talked in your dorm but you had come to an agreement that you guys didn’t have a lot in common. You had gradually stopped acting like someone you weren’t and become yourself again. Your parents had nearly cried tears of joy when you took some of your old stuff back to the dorms one weekend.

People weren’t as mean as middle school. They didn’t care what you liked or did, didn’t care what you looked like. You were glad you met Tendou otherwise you might’ve pretended to be something you weren’t your whole life. Now here you were reading manga with your best friend under a tree after school while he was trying to convince you to be the volleyball’s team manager. 

“Oh come on Y/n pleeeaaase.” He pleaded for the nth time today. You sighed and pushed up your glasses as you ignored him and continued to read. “He dramatically flopped over your legs and sighed loudly, “Why do you hate me.”

You scoffed in reply, “I don’t hate you Ten, stop being so dramatic.” You couldn’t hate him, in fact it was quite the opposite. You had a small crush on the boy but you would never tell him. He was your first real friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

“Clearly you do, because you don’t want to come be the volleyball manager and see me everyday.” He sat up and childishly crossed his arms and looked away from you. You chuckled at his behavior and said that you would, you just don’t know anything about volleyball, or at least not enough to manage a team. He took the book and sat in down next to you so he could grab your hands, “I’ll teach you! Come on, please it’s easy! You’ll be great at it!” You thought about it for a minute before sighing and agreeing.

It was now your third year and you had just finished watching as Shiratorizawa faced Aoba Johsai during the Interhigh Tournament. As you were waiting for everyone to get back on the bus to head back to the academy. You sat in the back and thought about the best two years of your life so far. Unlike how you hoped your feelings for Tendou did not go away but instead grew. You still refused to tell him despite Rei telling you that he “1000% without a doubt in the universe” felt the same way. If he didn’t you’d be crushed, not only that but your friendship would most likely be ruined. You wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes after that. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the man himself when he sat down next to you and offered you the right earbud to his headphones and started playing the newest episode of Sword Art Online. You weren’t really paying attention too busy with your own thoughts on if you were going to tell him or not. Somewhere along the way you must’ve fallen asleep because you woke up to Tendou lightly tapping your cheek to wake you up. You groaned as you moved off of Tendou, your head resting on his shoulder. You stretched when you stood up and moved off of the bus. You gave your best friend a thumbs up when he asked if you were still going to hang out tomorrow and made your way back to your dorm.

You both decided to hangout in Tendou’s dorm since Ushijima was out for the day. You had been there for a few hours before you worked up the courage to sit up from your position on the floor and looked at Tendou. “What would you do if I said I liked you romantically?” 

You felt your heart shatter at the sound of his laughter. The sound that usually makes your heart flutter in your chest now feels like a million daggers piercing through all at once. He stopped laughing to look at you, “You’re kidding right?” You laughed and agreed to his statement. 

Of course he thought you were kidding, that’s exactly what just happened in the anime that had been playing. It didn’t make it hurt any less. You stood up and gathered your things and said you needed to work on some last minute homework you had forgotten about and left as you felt tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. As you shut the door to his dorm the tears had left your eyes and quickly made their way down your face. As you turned to leave you bumped into Ushijima and apologized as you quickly made your way back to your dorm with your head down.

Upon entering your dorm you dropped your bag and slid down your door putting your head on your knees allowing yourself to cry. You didn’t expect the rejection to hurt this much, but he had been your first crush and first friend to like you for who you were and you had just lost that. You felt arms wrap around you and you glanced up to see Rei hugging you looking down at you apologetically. You hugged her back as you continued to sob. After you had finally stopped crying you felt exhausted and laid down to go to bed even though it was only six o’clock in the afternoon. 

The next few weeks you had avoided Tendou. You switched seats in class, began eating with Rei again and didn’t interact with him during volleyball practice. While you were heartbroken you didn’t want to up and leave your manager duties. Of course Tendou noticed you were avoiding him, how couldn’t he. You would turn and walk in the opposite direction if he started walking towards you. You stopped sitting in your usual area after school instead opting to lie down in your dorm. He wanted to ask you about the day you had suddenly left. Ushijima had come into the dorm saying you were crying, he was concerned why you had left. He didn’t understand why, maybe a family member had passed away, but if that was the case why wouldn’t you just talk to him? Had you finally grown tired of him? He needed answers.

After nearly a month of ignoring him he had barged into your dorm when he knew your roommate was out. You had been sitting up on your bed when he came in, you looked down at him shocked. “Why the hell are you ignoring me?” He demanded to know with crossed arms as he looked up at you. You looked away and was about to deny the statement when he spoke again, “And don’t say you weren’t, we both know you clearly are. Did you get tired of me? Do you think I’m a monster too?” His voice was quiet as he asked the last question

You scrambled down the ladder as you went to protest, you didn’t think he was a monster, far from it in fact. “Of course I don’t think you’re a monster. What do you want me to say, Tendou? I told you I liked you and you laughed at my face, that tends to hurt a person. You can’t blame me for wanting to avoid you.” You looked away as you explained why you had been avoiding the redhead.

He looked at you in shock before conjuring up his thoughts, “You were serious?” You nodded as you sat on your roommates bed looking at the ground instead of at him. If he had come here to reject you twice then you were sure you were going to die of a broken heart. “I like you too!”

Upon hearing those words your head shot up, “Then why did you laugh at me?” You asked with a small voice. He may have just confessed but that didn’t make you any less wary or scared. 

He sighed as he sat next to you before starting his explanation. Apparently in middle school girls would ask him out as a joke and make fun of him. Your heart broke at those words and you hugged him, “No Tendou I’m 100% serious. I really like you.” 

He hugged you back and held you close, “I’m sorry for laughing at you, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I feel terrible that you cried because of me, I’m going to make it up to you I swear.” Maybe things would be okay after all.

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I'm curious to know if you have an own theory about Sander knowing Badr maybe?

You know what's super interesting I believe there's 3 options here...

1.- Sander knows Badr, this way could be used as a way to answer our questions about why Sander so sudendly go back to Britt and avoid going to police after the gay bashing on s3, on my opinion this is a super smart move because this could help us to know more about Sander trough Yasmina pov too and is like Sander is also a layer of Bel!Mikael they kinda change the roles since in OG Even is the one trying to kill himself and Bel!Mikael is the friend so Robbe knowing there was a boy before him make him a little bit insecure an that leads to a little misunderstanding and that's it, there's not an extra person.

2.- All I said before but we also put into the mix our Bel!Mikael this been Adi or Younes roommate OR Sander been Younes roommate and still get our Bel!Mikael as a friend of Sander that makes Robbe insecure knowing about Badr and then seeing Sander being close to someone else.

3.- Badr is not related to Sander at all but we still get our Adi/Bel!Mikael jelaousy plot this been Younes roommate, Adi or someone else from Sander uni, if there's this last option then Adi and Younes roommate aren't relevant.

So this is MY theories but with your knowledge and your way to analyze stuff what do you think could happen? What's your theory on this? If you want to share ofc.

TW suicide and homophobia (please don’t read further if you are triggered by any of the topics)

Hello nonnie!

Here we go let’s discuss theories.

So for me there are two options either the Sobbe plot only stays as part of the hate accounts (so they are used only for Yasmina to have access to Sander’s messages with Britt and then Robbe taking the bullet for Yasmina and step up as the creator of the Britt hate account) or that plot extends further than that and we have a deep connection with Sander, Yasmina, Younes that creates some waves in the water between Robbe and Sander.

I feel like so far we have had way too many hints and parallels between the Badr story and the Sobbe story to ignore them. So her is how I think a subplot further than the hate accounts might develop if there will be one.

Badr was part of Sander’s past. Sander was probably Badr’s first boy he fell in love with. I don’t know if the feelings were mutual or Badr was just developing feelings for Sander while they were very close friends. (So we have a reversed Mikael, Even storyline). Badr, as those feelings grew, started blaming himself and judging himself due to his deep rooted inner homophobia. That led to a downward spiral where he tried “healing” himself and finally ended up taking his own life. That event traumatised Sander deeply. He started feeling responsible for what happened to Badr and that’s when his own feeling of destruction of others started growing. That episode didn’t happen long before he met Britt. That will explain why he stayed in an extremely toxic relationship at the time, because his own self worth was extremely low at the time. That would also explain why Sander forgave Robbe so quickly after the f slur event, he had seen and experienced through Badr inner homophobia, why that event triggered him so much (remember the let me out sketch he posted that day), why he blamed so much himself for the attack and pulled away immediately from Robbe when he told him that in another universe they might have been dead, why he didn’t want to go to the police since they mislabelled Badr’s death as an accident, his words of “everything I touch breaks, I am toxic”. It will explain why Sander was so scared and was reaching low points everytime he realised that he hurt Robbe in anyway. Not telling Robbe about that event will also be very true to his character because we have seen how Sander deals with trauma. He pushes it away, buries it deep in his mind and moves on. He is not disclosing it unless he really has to.

That poses two further questions:

How does Yasmina figure out this story? Probably through Younes. Does she find out that they know each other because they live in the kot, or while Sander visits Adi at the kot, she asks about it and then Younes tells her the whole truth?

How does that start a little conflict between Robbe and Sander?

Does Younes post a photo with Badr and Sander at some point on his social media and Robbe sees it when Yasmina is checking his insta? He probably had seen a photo of Badr somewhere in Sander’s room. He asks how those two know each other. And Yasmina appears reluctant to answer and that pinballs Robbe being suspicious and slowly the truth coming out.

Yasmina not disclosing the truth about Sander’s past will also be a good explanation for why Sander will probably not get pissed off at Yasmina for hijacking his private conversations. He will feel that he owes her for letting him tell his own story when and how he wants.

If that will be the way that story progresses, Sander immediately becomes an extremely tragic character, so multilayered even further than before. Also that will strengthen Robbe’s and Sander’s relationship so so much more, as they will finally deal together with deep rooted trauma. In a way I wish Sander’s POV includes their talk about how they move forward together now that they have dealt with all the skeletons in their closet. I think it will be extremely powerful.

This is me and my thoughts on that matter. We will have to see how deep will that subplot go.

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Poetry Night

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Analogical - Relationship, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders Additional Tags: gay boys, Kissing, Poetry, College, Logan is in college, hes an english major, Virgil is an EMT, no they didnt meet in college, they both love poetry, yes they have facial hair, sue me, im unconditional in the boys styles, poem, apartment roommates, please ignore typos I beg, Virgil put out a roommate application form btw Summary:

Virgil and Logan go to Poetry night together every weekend at Virgil's favorite nightclub. Neither of them have every shared any of their work. But Virgil figured that now was the time to change that.

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Logan shuffled uncomfortably. Virgil had a hold of his index finger, as to not hold the entirety of his crush’s hand. Virgil led them through a crowd of people at his favorite nightclub.

Ever since meeting Logan, he’s got to admit the amount of times he’s showed up for poetry night has increased tremendously. Poetry night was really the only time anyone ever saw him there but even then he didn’t go every night. Then when Logan arrived as his new roommate in his apartment, he became a regular there. Both of them went every single time Poetry night was an event.

Logan absolutely loved poetry, it was his favorite thing. Besides Virgil anyway. Virgil and Logan had been crushing over each since day one, but neither of them wanted to admit it. Logan, as an English major (and creative writing minor in a nearby college) was more than ecstatic when he learned that his roomie had a secret passion for poetry too. It did seem a little odd to Logan at first, Virgil being an EMT in training and all.

Virgil was an anxious ball of messiness most of the time, but there’s nothing more exhilarating to him than having a chance to save someone's life. That's why he became an EMT. He wasn’t a full paramedic yet, but he did just get hired. When Logan learned of this, it truly did just make him swoon even more. A part of him wanted to have a heart attack just so the hot emo EMT he lived with could resuscitate him.

Nevertheless, they both loved poetry and secretly each other. They had lived together for 3 years now and Virgil wanted to do something before Logan got his degree. Virgil, at this point, could barely handle himself whenever he looked at Logan. His roommate had changed so much since when they first met.

A lot of that is Virgil’s fault, making Logan feel more comfortable with his sexuality and his off putting personality that he grew up to hate.

Virgil had watched Logan change from a silent, short haired, clean shaven, polo wearing nerd into a Long haired (he usually wears a man-bun that kills Virgil) , bearded hipster that bore fancy dress shoes, perfect black slacks with his suspenders flowing to the floor whenever he unhooked them from his shoulders.

He always wore different colored button ups (Virgil's favorite has a rainbow pattern) and depending on his mood, a suit vest or one of Virgil’s jackets. At some point, all of their laundry got mixed up and the two gays were so tired that they agreed to just share their wardrobes and wear whatever they wanted. This also killed Virgil, deep down to his core.

Logan has done a lot of the same for Virgil. He encouraged him to dye his hair (pure white) and cut it into a messy (yet somehow smooth???) Mohawk. It was at that point that Virgil decided to get an eyebrow and lip piercing. He was lucky they lived in such a liberal area too, otherwise he’d never get hired as an EMT anywhere else.

Virgil also bore his brown sideburns, letting them grow out after Logan threw the shaving products out of their 7th floor window in a fit of rage (It’s a long story).

Virgil pretty much wore the same exact clothes as before, just with Logan’s wardrobe added in for whenever he felt like it.

Currently though, Logan was being placed right in front of the 4-feet-off-the-ground stage. It was practically nothing to him and Virgil, both of the men being 6’3 in height.

“Virgil, when exactly are you going to tell me what is going on right now?” Logan gained that little smile of his, crossing his arms as Virgil took a step back.

“Well, I can’t exactly tell you, Lo. But I need you to just stay right there and don’t move for the next,” he checked his watch, “minute and twenty-five seconds?” Virgil spoke with a shrug and shield of nervous energy.

Logan nodded, “Sure.”

Virgil kind of hopped between his feet. “I’ll be right back, I guess. You’ll see me.” He didn’t give Logan much time to argue, given as he bolted from the area and Logan actually lost that tall EMT in the crowd. Damn Virgil’s anxiety fueled methods at making himself blend in like a damn chameleon.

Logan looked around. He hoped that Virgil would get back sooner than just a minute. He wouldn’t want Virge to miss the poetry displays and he would hate to miss staring at Virgil getting lost in the words spoken from the stage they yearned to be at every weekend.

That is, until the lights dimmed and the crowd shushed itself. A silhouette of some tall man could be seen sliding across the stage, to the center. Logan’s eyebrows raised and his eyes widened in shock as the lights slowly brightened once more. And there he was.

Virgil stood there, where Logan dreamed of seeing his crush so frequently. Virgil had the microphone in hand, refusing to look anywhere but Logan. He had never shared his poetry to anyone before, besides his roommate but that was a given.

Virgil cleared his throat before he began to speak, clearly having memorized his piece.

“There’s something there that I hold, hidden within the halls,

It surrounds my very being, my every breath, it even bounces like a rubber ball.

Here where I stand, it is so clear, that this thing I hold is very dear to me,

It seems to be a man, wearing glasses and bearing a bun I can’t ever not see.

He’s tall and free, a lot like me.

Bonded by homosexuality,

those beautiful hazel eyes see me for me and have always cared.

It was in recent times that I dared to plot my scheme, after three years.

In terms of dating, both him and I are wet behind the ears,

But I’d love to give it a try if he’d be mine.

Who is this man, I see everyday?

A man I share my home, my life, my everything with?

He’s here with us today, among the crowd of eyes.

There he stands, right in the middle.

Logan McNamara

I’ll speak the truth and ignore the lies.

Would you like to become mine?”

Virgil connected his and Logan’s eyes, letting a smile wash over his face. Logan felt heat rise upon his cheeks, tears almost coming to his eyes as he felt his body move involuntarily. Everyone in the crowd was watching him and Virgil, waiting to see if Logan would say yes.

Logan moved to the stage and lifted himself onto it. He marched over to Virgil, who watched him with anxious eyes and that beautiful smile. Logan took the microphone from his crush’s hand and tossed it aside.

“Virgil?”

“Logan?”

“Yes.” Logan stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s torso. Virgil quickly wrapped his around Logan's torso and neck before the English major leant forward, connecting their two lips with a sweet chaste kiss.

[julemmaes]

Cry

Lorcan Salvaterre and Elide Lochan modern au

A/N: Alrighty alrighty I’M SORRY. I’m not posting anything lately cause I’ve been busy (very fucking much) and I just want to let you all know that I’ll write every single day of MOF even when October is finished (even if that’s not the point of those challenged but still) 

I was on tiktok the other day and I saw this video of a couple in a long distance relationship where she surprised him and he CRIED. A LOT. It’s become one of my favourite things in the world to be honest. He really seemed exhausted coming in his room and he literally SNIFFED the air, cause he could SMELL her and I D I E D.

Anyway, this is basically the plot. Enjoy!

Word count: 1,948

Lorcan would rather shoot himself in the head than listen to Rowan talk about contemporary history for another hour.

He promised him that he would help him prepare one of the billions of exams he seemed to have every month because his girlfriend, Aelin, had abandoned him at the last minute, leaving him alone. Knowing the type, Lorcan would have bet the house that she had told him a lie not to have another long and boring talk about the Cold War.

As much as he loved his best friend, just the idea of what Rowan was studying made his eyelids close faster than any sleeping pill he had ever taken. And Lorcan had taken a lot of medication to help him sleep in his life.

Things had not gone very well lately. With Elide on the other side of the world and their schedules that fit perfectly so that they never got to see each other on skype, he hadn't seen his girlfriend for almost five days. Lorcan had never been an excessively soft guy, who felt the need to talk twenty-four hours a day just to tell others that his relationship was perfect, but the distance was playing tricks on him and the fact that he couldn't sleep well only added stress and nervousness.

There was also the small detail that his father - or rather, his sperm donor - had died a few weeks before and his mother, who had always been the only parental figure in his life, really wanted to give him the letter that the man had written to him only a few days before his death.

Lorcan had tried to read it, several times, even on a call with Elide, but every time he read the first lines, where the man expressed his sincerest apologies for never having been part of his life, attributing part of those faults to his mother too, he could never bring himself to finish it.

"...can you at least pretend to be listening?" Rowan asked exasperatedly, running his hand over his face.

Lorcan closed his eyes sighing, opening them a few moments later. Rowan was staring at him slightly pissed off. He could perfectly understand that talking to someone who didn't even seem to be in the same room as you could be irritating.

"Sorry Ro, I know I told you I'd stay until seven, but I can't do it." he got up, without looking Rowan in the face, but he saw him stiffening, "If I hear you say Gorbachev one more time, I might throw up."

"Are you okay?" he asked him in a lower tone of voice. Two girls sitting at the table next to them turned around, immediately bringing their attention back to their books when Lorcan gave them a hard look.

He tightened his jaw, putting his stuff in his backpack, "Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't have started to worry if you'd just told me you were fine," Rowan pointed out, leaning against the table with his elbows and pushing towards him. Lorcan put on his jacket, puffing.

"Well, I'm actually fine," he said, finally looking him in the eye. He felt his breath hitch when he saw that Rowan seemed genuinely concerned about what was surely disturbing his friend and had to turn around so he wouldn't let him see how bad he really was.

"I know you don't do these..." he paused, frowning, "things. But if you need to talk to someone -"

Lorcan interrupted him by putting one hand forward, "Rowan, listen," he laughed dryly, "You're right, I don't do these things and you're starting to sound like Fenrys," his friend made a disgusted grimace, "Exactly, so cut the bullshit and don't ever try to be all mama hen on me again, okay?"

Rowan nodded bitterly, "It's just that Aelin told me that you and Elide," a hint of pain shot through his chest at the girl's name, "haven't talked for a few days and I just wanted to know if things were going well?" he asked hesitantly.

Lorcan pinched the bridge of his nose, "What exactly don't you understand about the sentence 'I'm fine'?"

"I'm just checking on a friend who won't stop bullshitting me," Rowan pointed out abruptly.

"I don't need you to check up on me."

Rowan's face softened so much that Lorcan knew that anything he would say in a few seconds would make him lose every ounce of patience.

"Is this about your father's letter?" he looked him in the face, reducing his lips to a thin line, then Lorcan turned around, without even saying goodbye, and walked out of the library.

It was not because of the letter.

It was the fact that his mother had felt the need to give it to him. It was the fact that the woman who knew him better than anyone else in the world, the woman who had seen him in the most vulnerable moments of his life and who had raised him alone, breaking her back day and night to make sure he had a future, had accepted the words written on that letter to be the truth.

Your mother prevented me from seeing you. Don't be angry at me, but at her. It wasn't me who decided to abandon you. Agnes told me that I could not see you until you were sixteen years old. It is not my fault that you did not have enough during your childhood.

A lot of bullshit if you asked Lorcan.

His father had left the second he found out that his mother had gotten pregnant and took every penny he could find in their house to buy another dose or bottle of alcohol.

Lorcan knew that his mother had read it because when she gave it to him, the envelope had been torn. And he knew that she hadn't done it with the intention of violating his privacy, but rather to protect him. He certainly wouldn't blame the mother if she still cared about her baby when it came to the man who got her pregnant and then ran away.

He did not realize that he had stopped in the middle of the university garden, his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on the ground until a drop hit his forehead. He looked up and the sky split in two.

All the students who were lying on the lawn stood up screaming, putting away their notes and books as quickly as possible. Some laughed as they ran for shelter from that sudden thunderstorm, but Lorcan resumed walking normally, reaching his dorm canopy in a few minutes.

Walking up the stairs as slowly as he had never done before, he found himself thinking about his mother yet again.

Perhaps he should have called her.

They had spent hours on the phone after she had given him the letter. Lorcan yelling at her because the man's words had certainly struck Agnes in the heart - so much so that she handed the letter to her son, without warning him that it was all crap - and she apologized to him for something she had thought right almost twenty years earlier.

Lorcan had reassured her that he had never missed a father figure. He had never had the need to go fishing with his "old man" or "play catch".

He ran his hand over his face for the millionth time, sighing and trying to keep his emotions at bay until he reached his room where he would decide what to do. Whether to take a sleeping pill and try to rest or go to the gym and punch something. Or someone, if he found one of the guys willing to get it.

He arrived in front of the door and saw that it was slightly open, the corridor light on. He swelled his chest holding his breath and praying to every god on the face of the earth that Connal or Vaughan were not home, he pushed the door, entering the small apartment.

He heard no noises of any kind and frowned. If one of his roommates had been in the house there would have been at least the sound of pots being thrown into the kitchen or the springs of their beds moving under the weight of both.

Relieved that he had not entered the house in one of their usual hot moments, he made to move and then sensed it.

He smelled the air, stopping in his footsteps.

Lemon and cinnamon.

He would have recognized that scent everywhere.

He turned around, closing the door and expecting to see her hidden back there.

When he couldn't find her, he sprang towards his room, opening that door and throwing his head back laughing when he saw Elide sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Don' t believe it." Lorcan whispered without looking at her.

He turned back into the living room, taking two steps towards the couch before turning around again and putting his hands in his hair.

Elide was smiling at him with her hands clutched between her legs. She got up, going towards him, slowly, "Believe it.”

"You're here," Lorcan told her, with a shocked expression on his face. He couldn't move, the emotion too great to be contained and in a second everything he had taken so long to shove down and not to process reappeared on the surface, hitting him with such force as to take his breath away. Elide smiled at him more widely with bright eyes and threw herself at him.

Lorcan wrapped her in his arms and held her so tightly that she laughed and then stuck his head in the space between her shoulder and neck and breathed deeply.

Without his consent, a sob slipped from his lips.

He felt Elide stiffen, "Lor..."

He knew that if he spoke, he would not be able to recognize his voice as broken it would be.

"You're crying." Elide tried to tear herself away to look him in the face, but Lorcan prevented her, holding her tighter and letting go of more sobs. He was leaning completely against her and when she moved again, to get the backpack off his shoulders, he let her do it, taking her back in his arms immediately afterwards.

One of her hands rubbed his back, "It's alright." she whispered to him, kissing his cheek. "Everything is all right."

"Why are you crying?" her voice was so small, so weak compared to what she normally had. He let go of a trembling breath, taking a step back, and rubbing the palms of his hands over his eyes to wipe away the tears.

Elide was holding her hands on his arms and stroking him to calm him down. He bent forward, extending one hand towards her neck and passed a thumb over her jaw. She half-closed her eyes, looking at his face. Lorcan looked back, with watery eyes.

He hugged her again with a surge, kissing her forehead and sighing with relief, "I missed you so fucking much."

Elide replied in a muffled voice, "So did I."

They lingered a few more minutes, Elide caressing every part of his body she could reach with her short arms, without worrying that he was completely soaked, and Lorcan relaxing under that familiar touch so strong that he could drive out every demon that had dug his way under his skin during those months without her. And even if things hadn't worked out just because Elide had come back for what would surely have been two days, at least he could talk to someone who knew would understand.

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Chasing Pavements (7/23)

TITLE: Chasing Pavements RATING: (eventual) M PAIRINGS: Kurt/Blaine WORDS: 5700 SUMMARY:  When Blaine Anderson moved to New York, he thought all his dreams would come true. However, living in the city is much harder than he thinks. Feeling lonely and sad - especially since his brother’s wedding is quickly approaching, he gets drunk one evening and declares on social media that he’s engaged himself. Now he has to find himself a fake fiance or admit to everyone that he made it all up.

It’s fake dating guys…  

A/N:  A Follower Celebration fic - written for my lovely followers since I hit a major milestone. You guys picked the plot, so I wrote the story. Hope you enjoy!! :)  Thanks to @snarkyhag​​, always, for beta’ing my shenanigans.

Thank you to @lallagoglee​ for the lovely cover art! 

I’m going to try to post this on Sundays (but I promise nothing)  

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Chapter 7 Dazzling Duo

“We’re going to have to figure out a couples costume if we really want to sell it,” Kurt says as he rummages through Blaine’s closet.  

It is late October.  Some of Blaine’s classmates are hosting a Halloween party and, while Blaine is fine with hanging out with them on his own (or with Tina who usually accompanies him to his NYU things), when Kurt heard that it will be a costume party, he insisted that he should come along.  

“I love costume parties,” Kurt had said over the phone when Blaine had first brought it up.  “They’re like crack to me.  I design my own every year, and what better time to be creative with a new look?”

And that is how Kurt ended up in Blaine’s bedroom, rifling through his closet, looking at the back where he stored most of his livery, including his very special Nightbird costume.  Nightbird is more than just a Halloween costume, he had explained to Kurt.  It is his very own Superhero Alter Ego -- something he had created while in high school but had never worn it outside of his own room.  

“Is this it?” Kurt brings out the battered box Blaine keeps the costume in.

Blaine nods.  He feels a little nervous. He has never shown anyone the costume before, except his brother who had made fun of him.  As Kurt opens the box, though, he does not have the same kind of dread.  He thinks maybe Kurt might appreciate the effort.  

“Blaine this is fantastic,” Kurt says, as he pulls out the satin cape.  “You made this yourself?”

“I did,” Blaine says, with a little bit of pride.  Kurt’s excited grin is enough to give him a slight buzz.  “I might have had a superhero phase.”

“Clearly,” Kurt says with a laugh as he inspects the suit.  “This is great, though, I can work with it.  I’m thinking something white to complement it.  Like, Morning Dove? No, that makes me sound incredibly fragile and I’d rather not go that route at a college party.  Maybe something with a snow owl, and I can incorporate a lot of feathers.”  

As Kurt sits back on the floor, leaning against his bed, Blaine cannot help but be amused at how excited Kurt has become.  Kurt has mentioned that he is into fashion - but Blaine has never seen him so animated.  It is endearing and Blaine can’t help but sit and watch as Kurt goes on about fabrics and colors and ideas zooming around a mile a minute.  

But more so, Blaine cannot believe how easily Kurt’s managed to insert himself into his life.  This is the first time Kurt has been in his room and, unlike in the past, when bringing a guy into his room had been awkward and sometimes embarrassing, bringing Kurt into his world felt like the most natural thing to do.  Kurt had taken a quick look around and marveled at all of Blaine’s knick-knacks and photos, and had been incredibly impressed by his collage of old Playbill covers he had framed on the wall.  

Blaine sits in his desk chair, swiveling side to side slowly as he listens to Kurt chatter away, and tries hard not to think about the fact that the room has a bed in it.  

It has been a month since he and Kurt had met, a month since they have been doing this whole fake engagement thing, and so far it has worked… surprisingly better than he had expected.  Not that they have had much of a chance to pretend to be engaged.  Kurt’s life is, well, rather full -- like Blaine, he is going to school full time, but also manages to hold down two jobs and a band.  Plus, from what Blaine has heard, his roommate is incredibly needy.  Still, they have managed to spend a little time together.  While a majority of it has just been he and Kurt — not dialing up the over-romanticized versions of themselves they have created for this engagement play — and Blaine has cherished the time he has been able to spend with him.  

Kurt gets him. Like, really gets him.  While they have not seen each other much, they manage to at least text every night to each other.  They have stayed up late talking about musicals and plays and trashy TV.  They talk about their classes and performance styles, and Blaine has found that the same type of ridiculous theater majors that go to NYU also go to NYADA.  They have someone to commiserate to when talking about roommates driving them crazy.  There hasn’t been a subject yet that Blaine has brought up that Kurt hasn’t had some kind of an opinion on, and Blaine finds him engaged in every conversation they have had.  

But more so, and a growing worry on his mind, Blaine’s feelings have not subsided.  He thought that once he got to know Kurt he would no longer be this cute guy that he sorta had a crush on who just happened to agree to be his fiance.  No, if anything the feelings have gotten worse.  Now Kurt is this hot guy whom he wants to do things to on the bed.  

Kurt throws his head back in a laugh over something Blaine’s said.  Blaine barely registers it. All he can see is the expanse of Kurt’s neck, just waiting for him to put his mouth on it.  God, fuck, no, why is he doing this to himself?

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Into the Fire

A 20 First Kisses Fic

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Summary: Baz always said that this would end in flames, but Simon thought he was just being dramatic. When he gets a glimpse of what Baz dreams about, Simon sees that Baz truly believes it’s true, and he has to find a way to change his mind.

Word Count: 2640

A/N: This fic was inspired by the song Bruises by Lewis Capaldi, but the title is from the song Into the Fire by Thirteen Senses.

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Simon

As I lie in bed, my eyes heavy with sleep, I fill the spell start to take effect, lulling me into a deep sleep.

It’s a spell that is supposed to allow you to see into someone else’s dreams while you’re sleeping. I’m hoping that it does as I want it to and allows me to jump into Baz’s dreams so that I can finally figure out what it is that he has been plotting.

I didn’t trust myself to cast the spell, so I bothered Penny until she agreed to cast it for me.

If only to prove to you that he isn’t plotting anything, she said before reminding me for the fifth time of all of the things that could go horribly wrong. You could get stuck in the dream. You could end up in someone else’s dream. You could never wake up. You could die in the dream and not come back.  Baz could find out and kill you for going into his dream.

Aha! I interrupted. So, you agree that he wants to kill me.

That’s not what I said. But I waved her off and told her to say the spell.

I didn’t feel any different after it was cast, but that was fine because I wasn’t supposed to until I was falling asleep, so I hurried up the stairs in Mummer’s House and waited quite impatiently for Baz to fall asleep that I could sleep myself. I only hoped that our close proximity would ensure that it was his dream I ended up in.

I don’t know how long it takes between the time that I fall asleep and the time I find myself in Baz’s dream.

I find myself still in our room, but it’s different. All of the furniture is gone, and there is a fire blazing, filling up the room. It’s a couple of feet away from where I stand at the door.

At first, it seems as though the room is filled with flames, and it must mean that Baz is dreaming about setting the room on fire with me in it, killing me while I sleep.

After a few moments, though, it starts to become more apparent that the flames create a circle, the edges of it mere inches from the walls, only arching away from where I am still standing.

A harder look shows that there is a figure huddled in the middle of the flames. I can’t see any features from here, but it’s obvious who it is.

Baz.

The flames are a sight to behold.

You imagine what it would be like to watch something go up in flames, but you will never truly understand what it’s like until it happens to you.

The fire is bright swirls of red and orange that seem to be drawing me closer. The only odd thing about it is that it should be sweltering in here. My shirt should be stuck to my skin with sweat, and my throat and lungs should be filling with soot, choking me until I can’t breathe.

None of that is true. It’s quite the opposite actually. The air around me is cold, and I shiver as I take a step closer to the flames.

Is this what hell is like? Being surrounded by flames, yet unable to get warm?

I reach out, and the fire flairs up for a moment before settling back down again. I take a deep breath to steady myself, but I don’t pull back.

A distant voice in my head reminds me of Penny’s warnings, but I barely here them over the roar of the flames. It sounds like they’re calling to me, and I don’t want to fight it. I want to be a part of them, to see what would happen.

The flames reach out like hands, beckoning me closer, and I can’t resist the pull. I imagine letting it grab hold of me and pulling me in until it’s too late.

In fact, I let it do just that. I stretch my arm out farther, letting the flames lick at my skin and surround my arm with a vice-like grip. I don’t have time to panic before it yanks hard and pulls me in.

But rather than going up in flames, I am able to pass through it, unscathed.

It’s eerily quiet on this side of the fire. On the outside, I could hear its threatening roars, but in here, there is only silence.

The boy in the center of the flames doesn’t notice me, but it is definitely Baz.

“Baz?” I whisper, taking a careful step towards where he sits on the floor, head pressed to his knees, which his arms are wrapped around like he’s holding on for dear life.

It takes a moment for him to lift his head, and when he does, there are tears tracking down his face, which he doesn’t even attempt to try to hide from me.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice sounds almost childlike compare to the way he usually speaks to me. He sounds uncertain and frightened.

“I—.” I’m not sure how to respond to that.

I can’t tell him that I hopped into his dream. I only wanted to see if I could figure out what he’s been plotting, but I never could have imagined seeing something like this. He must be having a nightmare.

Rather than responding to him, I take another step forward but stop when he flinches.

“Stay away from me.” His voice shakes when he speaks, but his tone is harsh.

“Baz,” I say quietly. “I just want to help you.”

He shakes his head. “No, you don’t. You want to kill me.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because you hate me. And because I’m a m-monster.” His voice breaks on the last word, and a fresh wave of tears overtakes him.

I wish that there was something I could do. I hate to see him in pain like this.

I know that we don’t get along and that I’m constantly trying to catch him in the midst of his evil acts, but I never wanted to end up like this: scared and alone.

“You’re not a monster,” I whisper.

He scoffs, turning a familiar glare on me, unsoftened by his sobs.

“You of all people should know that that’s not true. For three years, you have been going around telling anyone who would listen that I’m a vampire.”

“That doesn’t make you a monster.”

“Then, what does it make me?”

I don’t know, I realize. I see Baz as my enemy, have since the day we met, but I have never once thought of him as a monster.

He’s not a monster. He’s just a boy.

And that’s what I tell him.

“You’re a boy,” I say, moving towards him slowly, afraid that I’ll scare him off even though he has nowhere to go. “You’re my roommate. The person who drives me mad on a daily basis. You are a lot of things, but a monster is not one of them.”

He turns away from me, and I can tell that he doesn’t believe me. I have to find a way to make him believe.

I walk the last few steps to get to him before kneeling in front of him.

He still doesn’t look at me.

“Baz,” I say quietly. “You are not a monster.”

His hands clench into fists before relaxing again, and the flames flare up brighter around us.

They must be caused by his mood. If I can get him to calm down or distract him, they fire might die out.

I have to try something. Anything.

“Baz,” I say again.

He shakes his head, almost imperceptibly. Talking isn’t going to get us anywhere. I have to try something else and fast, because the circle feels like it is tightening around us.

I reach out to him, placing my hand against his cheek and lightly pushing it until he’s facing me.

He opens his mouth, probably to protest or tell me to get lost, but before he can say anything, I lean forward and press my lips against his.

I start out soft, then kiss him more firmly when he doesn’t pull away.

It takes a moment – a moment where I feel like I’ve made the wrong decision and have only succeeded in making things worse – but then he starts to kiss me back, pushing back against me with a quiet desperation.

Too soon, he pulls away from me, and when his hand reaches for my neck, I begin to panic, thinking that he plans to throttle me. But then his fingers wrap around the chain around my neck, and he yanks hard, snapping it. He grabs my cross and tosses it across the room. It passes through the flames that are slowly beginning to recede.

The corners of his mouth turn up in a facsimile of a smile. Then, he kisses me.

When I open my eyes again, I’m back in my bed.

The flames have disappeared, and the room seems to be the way it was before I fell asleep.

I turn to look at Baz’s bed and am relieved that he appears to be sleeping soundly. I hope that his nightmare ended when I left.

I feel like I haven’t gotten any sleep, but I don’t think I can go back to sleep now. I quietly check the time and find that it’s reaching the time that I would normally get up to get ready for the day. I must have been asleep longer than I thought.

I let myself lie in bed for a while longer before I decide that I can’t keep imagining that kiss any longer.

It felt so real, and for some reason, I want to try it again. Even though that would be really stupid.

I just want to feel Baz’s lips against mine again and know that he is safe. To let him know that he is safe with me and that I don’t think he’s a monster.

I shake the thoughts from my head and slip quietly out of bed, grabbing some clothes in the dark before heading into the en suite.

I start to get dressed, and I realize that I forgot to grab a clean shirt. Rather than put the other one back on, I decide that it will be okay to just step back out into the room to get one since Baz is still sleeping.

Only, when I step out of the en suite, the lights in our room are all on, and Baz is making his bed.

He turns at the noise, and when he catches sight of me, his eyes narrow.

“You look like crap,” he sneers.

I ignore him and rush over to my wardrobe to grab a shirt, hastily putting it on. I miss one of the buttons and end up having to redo it, all while feeling the heat of Baz’s gaze on me.

I can’t tell if he remembers the dream, and if he does, he probably chalked it up to an even worse nightmare than usual, one where he was forced to kiss me.

My hands shake as I run a hair through my hair, hoping to somewhat tame it but not expecting any real results.

“Where’s your cross?” Baz asks suddenly.

I reach for my neck, but I can already feel that it’s gone.

“I-I’m not sure.” I know that it had it on last night, but I don’t remember taking it off.

I think back to the dream to when Baz tore it off of me. When he tossed it, it landed in front of his wardrobe.

Obviously, the dream wasn’t real, but maybe because I was…

I step around Baz to get a better look, and sure enough, my cross lies discarded on the floor, right where it landed in his dream.

I move to pick it up, and Baz watches me.

“What is it doing over there?” He asks, a hint of surprise coloring his tone.

“You threw it there,” I murmur, leaning down to pick it up.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did. In your dream.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t remember it?” I ask, peering up at him. I’m not sure which answer I’m hoping for.

“Remember what?”

“Your dream.”

“What are you on about, Snow?”

I swallow hard, knowing that he’ll likely kill me when he finds out, but there’s no going back now.

“I went into your dream last night, and you pulled off my cross.” I don’t tell him why he did that. It’s probably best to keep the details to minimum.

“Why were you in my dream?” He hisses.

“I-I wanted to know what you were plotting.”

“And you thought my dreams would tell you that?”

“I don’t know,” I say in a small voice, only now realizing that it was an absurd idea. “I thought that maybe even in your dreams, you would be thinking up ways to kill me.”

“That is still a horrible breach of privacy.”

He lunges for me, and I back into the wall.

“Anathema!” I shout, just in time. Though, by the look on his face, I probably should have let him hit me. That way, he would be unable to hurt me again.

“Tell me what you saw,” Baz says quietly, not backing away from me.

“You, surrounded by flames. And y-you were crying. But then I—.” I cut myself off. I can’t tell him that I kissed him. He might change his mind and hit me anyway.

“You what?” He asks. Or really demands.

“I k-kissed you.” I brace myself for his fist. I don’t expect what he does next, though.

He laughs. He actually laughs at that.

It’s a harsh mocking laugh that I’ve heard a thousand times, but this time, it digs into me.

“What’s so funny?” I growl, not seeing any humor in this situation.

“First, you think that I would be plotting in my dream. Then, you think that you can kiss me like I’m Sleeping Beauty and a kiss will awaken me.”

“It’s not like you were complaining,” I grumble.

“It was a dream,” he shouts, laughing harder.

The sound rings throughout the room, making me feel hot with anger and making the edges go a little hazy.

I need to calm down, but I can’t. Not when he keeps laughing.

He’s lying. That kiss was not just a dream. It was real. It felt real.

I want to hit him but can’t for the same reason he couldn’t hit me.

I need to do something, though.

So, because I’m an idiot and apparently have a death wish, I take the step forward that will close the distance between us and kiss him, wiping the smirk off his face.

I expect him to push me off immediately, but after a moment where he freezes, he begins to relax and kisses me back.

The kiss is at once familiar and like something wholly new.

The memory of the dream-kiss is there in my head, but it pales in comparison to the real thing.

Baz’s lips are soft against mine, and he’s surprisingly gentle as he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I tilt my head to kiss him deeper, and he sighs against my lips, a soft little sound that I hope to hear again sometime.

When we pull back for a moment to catch our breath, I realize that I’m still holding the cross in my hand, so I quickly toss it across the room before kissing him again.

This is what we should have been doing all alone. We should have been kissing instead of fighting because this is so much better.

[elichorph]

ok hi i’m back with a second character ...

the member of the yale's elite, they're twenty three and a grad student majoring in film & media studies. they are as amicable as they are histrionic.

stats:

full name: gordon minjun teller nicknames: goose. gordon is for business only age: twenty three  birthday: june 13, 1997 chart: gemini sun / cancer moon / leo rising gender: cis male pronouns: he / him sexuality: bisexual & biromantic height: 6′1 hair color: blue (now blonde) tattoos: none piercings: nose stud (right side), earlobes (always have silver hoops in them)

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blackmail:

while the public believes that goose’s family retired and moved to another country, this was actually released as a coverup because they went missing. goose withheld information from the court about their last whereabouts which could have prevented it from becoming a cold case.

he was expelled from high school after vandalizing a statue on campus and his uncle paid the school to go back on their decision.

he lost a third of his inheritance money to a cult he briefly followed in his sophomore year of college while looking for guidance.

backstory:

tw: implied death

right at birth, goose was adopted into the teller family who were pretty well known. his father was a young ceo of an oil company in texas. goose’s family eventually became public figures and tabloid favorites after a long riveting love story between his father and mother, who belonged to opposing business families. it really was a quick rise and fall to fame, starting when it was revealed goose’s adoptive mom, grace, couldn’t have kids, he was in her arms not even a month after and right out of them thirteen years later when she disappeared and the family really was never to be heard of again. 

but as the only adopted child into a family who had to keep their public image up, goose’s dreams of being a fun loving kid were crushed. really, it was strictly gordon - gordon on the tabloids, you’d see his baby face like aw thank god grace got to have a kid of her own <3 he was posted up at galas, listening to his dad speak about oil and shit every weekend and going back to his small private school every monday and it was just the same routine conditioning to keep the image of the teller family spotless and to hopefully get gOrDoN to become the next ceo.

that all kind of went to shit though when goose turned 14. his parents miraculously went missing (don’t ask me what happened i don’t even know) one night when he was tucked into bed. seriously, he woke up one morning and they were gone and suddenly there were police storming the house and he was being questioned and things weren’t routine or safe anymore. in order to still save face for the family though, news was quickly put out that the family went on a private vacation while the investigation went on privately. it was taken to court, people signed nda’s, and all little goose knew was that he his parents were going to a party that night and hadn’t told anybody else and he was too scared to tell anyone. at one point goose became the main suspect and he had to put his freshman year of high school on pause, but he was dismissed months after even though he hadn’t shared the detail that they went to a party. if he had shared it, they literally would’ve been found. eventually, there were no new leads, the case was declared cold, and an official statement was put out that the teller parents “retired” and “moved” to a different country that wouldn’t be disclosed and gOrDoN would be under the care of his uncle.

gordon was like mad though haha. even though he’d gotten his family’s entire inheritance as a fifteen year old and should’ve been happy that he was basically a millionaire, he wasn’t used to things not being in the same routine and actually having to make decisions for himself. newsflash, but goose can’t handle emotions really well and he got angry and well i don’t know if you’ve seen donnie darko where donnie literally put an axe through the statue’s head and spray painted “they made me do it” below the statue? but yeah, that. goose wasn’t slick though, got caught by security, and his uncle paid the school to let it slide and then sent goose to a boarding school in maruland.

he spent the last couple years of high school trying to figure out who he actually was outside of the tabloids and the teller name and image, and eventually got the hang of it by the time he enrolled at yale. he started going by goose instead of gordon, went into film instead of business like his family wanted him to and slowly started to blossom into the weirdo he is today <3 his dad was in the elites so he was able to secure a legacy spot and reluctantly said yes to joining. he was kinda quiet the first year, but now he’s all gungho to do charity events and make people happy and shit like that. 

his sophomore year though he kinda doubted the path he was on and his naive ass got roped up into a cult. anyways, he ended up trusting them a lot and donated 1/3 of his family’s inheritance to the cult and kinda blew it. goose was acting hella weird around this time though, i imagine people around him could kinda sense he wasn’t like alright for a few months. anyways someone ended up giving him an intervention about acting kinda whack and he realized and thankfully was able to leave the cult pretty unscathed. but he is deeply, deeply ashamed about his time in the cult though.

personality:

he is one gigantic deranged baby. like he is baby, but he’s also kind of crazy. if goose feels any normal emotion, it instantly bass boosts and he feels it in full. goose genuinely is so sensitive, he’ll physically flinch if you say something merely mean to him because he was used to growing up so perfect that he really can’t take criticism. however, he’ll do his best to patch things up by saying some incomprehensible joke right there and then. the only exception to this is the tabloids. goose has become so immune to them that he will straight up troll them back on twitter because he just doesn’t give two shits.

he’s incredibly kind. so so so kind (not really gentle though). the type to remember your favorite candy bar and hand one to you on a random tuesday. he’ll remember your name even if you’ve only met once and even if you didn’t give him your name, he’ll look it up somehow just so he knows next time. he loves to make jokes all the time. none of them ever make sense, but they’re funny to him and he won’t apologize for it. and he’s LOUD. you probably can hear his cackles and snorts and dramatic screams even when you’re on the other side of campus. he’s just a kid in a candy store excited to finally enjoy life, especially now that things have seemed to settle down. even though he’ll probably have a whole breakdown and a half the first time the blackmailer mentions his name.

yes, he actually believes he’s being haunted by jfk. goose had a string of dreams about him and witnessed some doors opening and closing on their own around the same time, and he quickly jumped to the conclusion and never thought twice about it. another strange belief that goose has? that he’s friends with a ton of a-listers. even though it’s mainly jessica alba, he won’t hesitate to tweet at extremely famous actors and thank them for getting lunch with him even if they’ve never spoke. multiple management companies have his twitter handle blacklisted. while he currently has blue hair, it’s always quick to change. for how much he dyes it, it’s surprising that it doesn’t feel like hay.  if goose feels a mental breakdown coming or simply is bored or needs attention, his hair color will do a straight 180. he hasn’t had a natural hair color since he enrolled at yale.

things that are very goose: beat up yellow high top converse, getting to know every person in existence, having memes plastered over his wall to make him smile after a long day, wearing fancy cologne to the grocery store because one cashier said he smelled good and he thinks it makes them happy to wear that, throwing a shoe across a crowd at a party, going to sulk in the bathroom or leave the party early when a song plays that brings up bad memories, keeping every movie stub, restaurant punch card, and lost button in a little scrapbook just because he wants to remember the good things in life, thinking the karate kid is the best movie to ever exist despite being five years into a film major.

wanted connections

since he doesn’t have any pre-established connections, here are some ones that could kinda be fun

someone who protects his naive ass <3

an ex or old one sided crush who hurt him so bad lmao. they really wouldn’t have to a lot to do that, but it would be juicy if they did

roommate? maybe? he lived in a really shitty apartment his first few years, maybe they convinced him to move out or moved in

or neighbors? like he will knock on their door 3 times a week with half burnt brownies to offer or because he doesn’t know where his tv remote is and needs help

someone who gave him the intervention about like “you’re acting weird are you okay” that indirectly got him to leave the cult and he feels like he’s forever indebted to them

someone who just despises goose and he doesn’t understand why and tries to make things better even though it just makes things worse

family friends? maybe? when he was in ct and his uncle didn’t let him come home with him during the holidays he would go to their house or something like that

gentle romance <3 maybe. Please

he’s their secret admirer and sends them gifts and flowers and writes them bad poems and recommends them shitty romance films

someone who takes advantage of how naive he is

anything <3 come 2 me or i will dm you or venmo you and force u to plot with me

[cosmic-affinities]

BKDK DM fic/Twt thread

BKDK Soulmate Mind Reading Word Count:1322

AU Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, at 16 you gain the ability to hear/read their thoughts, the only way to stop the mind reading for good is to kiss your soulmate (If the pair has previously kissed they have to kiss again after they come of age)

This is a Ficlet/DM fic/ twitter thread thing SO that just means it is not structured the same way as something I would post on AO3. The format is much more loose and is more so me detailing a plot from start to finish rather than an actual fic. I write these in a chat so the spaces are message breaks, after I hit send on a message. I hope you give it a chance! I have another one of these posted on my twitter (this one is over there too!) which you can visit here

A BIG BIG thanks to @we-stanjirou for encouraging my bkdk rants that eventually become these fics and for getting me to finally post them!

The mind-reading starts at 16 and it happens on your birthday (so there are a couple of months where Bakugou can hear Deku’s thoughts before it’s mutual)

You have to focus on it for it to work, it’s not just someone else in your head all the time (unless you are unfocused and kinda just listening)

They become roommates because they were training in Bakugou’s room and busted up two walls and, instead of giving Bakugou a new room, Aizawa moves them both to an extra room on the fourth floor slightly bigger than the rest of them because they would have to share

They were stressed about it cause they were both crushing hard while also having their soulmates voice in their head

They both tended to try and keep the voice away unless they were alone but now that they were sharing a room it was a bit more difficult, they each caught themselves listening to the voice before bed or in the shower, etc

When Bakugou focused on it a majority of the talking was vaguely about people or it was detailed work

He figured out that his soulmate went to Yueii because they were thinking about principal nezu one day

He really tried hard to not pay any attention to the voice but he couldn’t help wanting to know

Deku on the other hand was really curious about who is soulmate could be but he never got any hints about it, he guessed he was never listening at the right time

When they became roommates they found themselves thinking about their soulmate more and more often, leading to them accidentally reading their souls mates thoughts just because when they began to think a little too much about their roommate they redirect themselves to a more abstract concept

Bakugou heard a curious thought one night ‘I wonder who /he/ thinks about at night.’ before he could even process the question his mind supplied ‘Deku obviously’ and he could only hope his soulmate wasn’t listening to that (sadly he wasn’t)

The next time something big happened it was in class, Aizawa had given them some free time and the class ended up having a big conversation

Bakugou had been commenting vaguely but mostly keeping to himself

Deku had been lost in thought

At one point Bakugou sent a light push at Kirishima for something stupid he said when he heard the voice say

“I wonder if /his/ soulmate is Kirishima”

(they can tell when the voice is about them, special soulmate bond)

His immediate reaction is to scoff and he whispers a quite “tch shitty hair is not my soulmate”

Deku looks over and says “did you say something Kacchan?” and Bakugous focus on his soulmate voice drops

He quickly patches things up saying “tch no I didn’t fucking say anything” although he was a bit unconvincing

Deku let it go and Bakugou let out a breath hoping no one else caught his response

The implications of his soulmate 1-knowing who Kirishima is and 2-wondering about their ‘relationship’ right after they interacted didn’t hit him until a few minutes later

His eyes widened and he looked around him knowing that one of these shit heads had to be his soulmate and he, unusually, had a preference

He glanced at Deku and wondered if he was reading his thoughts

He decided to try something, he wanted to try and push his way into his soulmates head, whoever reacted would be his soulmate, it was better than not knowing

Bakugou turned away and focused and repeated in his head “are you listening”

Once he stopped he focused on the voice which responded with a repeating “I’m listening”

He smiled and began repeating “I’m in class A and I’m pretty sure you are too”

After he replied he took a look around, no one seemed to be acting weird

Deku was trying very hard to not make it obvious that he was freaking out a little

There was only one person in class A that he would want as his soulmate but that was unfair to both of them (Kacchan and his soulmate)

Bakugou took the chance to focus on the voice again and heard “you’re right I am”

Bakugou decided to kick it up a notch, the voice seemed panicked and he figured whoever it was, was on the verge of reacting

So he decided on “by the way shitty hair isn’t my soulmate, he and pinky can hear each other even if they don’t know it”

After a moment, one he assumed his soulmate took to focus on his thoughts, there was a crash

Behind him Deku had dropped his textbook into his desk, surprised to hear Kirishima and Mina be called by nicknames only Kacchan calls them, in his head

In order to try and keep his cool he let out a quick “sorry lost my grip!”

Everyone but Bakugou believed him fully and continued with their conversations

Bakugou decided to push even harder and say “it’s you isn’t it, I’m right”

Deku just barely held back a squeak and then announced he was going to use the restroom

Bakugou knew this was his chance and left a few minutes later

He figured Deku might be overwhelmed so he stopped pushing thoughts and decided to actually talk to the damn nerd

He hoped he would find him fairly easily and he was right, Deku had only turned a corner and then stood against the wall

Bakugou walked up slowly and cleared his throat while he was still far away enough so he wouldn’t startle Deku

Once Deku looked up at him his eyes widened and he let out a “Kacchan!” and then Deku took a deep breath and said “Did you have to do that in the middle of class?!” and Bakugou smiled, of course, his nerd was just worried about all of the extras in the room

“I saw my chance and took it, you were the one thinking that shitty hair was my soulmate”

At the word soulmate, the reality of the situation hit them both and Deku wondered out loud “I wonder if Aizawa knew when he put us in the same room” (he did)

Bakugou shook his head slightly and said “you’re gonna have to keep saying our thoughts out loud, I don’t plan on being able to hear them after today”

Deku was confused for a second until he remembered the way to stop being able to read your soulmates thoughts and blushed darkly

“Really now? you really want me to say them all out loud?” Deku shot back with a raised eyebrow (the effect was slightly dulled but the bright blush)

Bakugou laughed quietly and took the comment as an ok (it was more like an enthusiastic yes but that’s beside the point)

He slowly closed the distance between them and landed a solid peck on Deku’s lips

Bakugou had begun to pull back, not wanting to overwhelm Deku once again but he was chased backward

They eventually made their way back to class staggering their entrances by a few minutes

Once Bakugou walked in Aizawa said “Bakugou, Midoriya come here for a moment”

They made their way to the front and Aizawa squinted his eyes at each of them

“Midoriya was everything resolved?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good maybe now you two won’t be so distracted in the middle of my lessons, go take you seats”

They both took their seats and then look at each other before bursting out with laughter

Everyone looked at them weird and questioned them, they both just said “nothing don’t worry about it”

For the rest of the class, they held hands around their desks facing the wall

No one was surprised to see their room had the beds pushed together and how much friendlier they became with each other leading up to the big reveal of their relationship

[shez-kindathat-hot1995]

Mu-sick or Muse-ic (The Musician and The Athlete)

This prompt is for @ssaintsuppapong​ who originally made the post about a wlw ROM-COM that I fell in love with the idea of, all credit goes to them for this idea, and for @romanceismycallingcard​ who I found the post from on their page and who also replied to be a supporting character. 

After what seems like a decade, it’s finally here! Mu-sick or Muse-ic (a play on words) is about Amelia and Julia, the female jock and the musician who were once friends before they went to college. After a chance encounter on campus due to someone bothering Julia, they begin to fall in love all over again. This scene is a glimpse into a part of their life as a couple.

I swear I can go on a whole writing spree for this idea with a whole plot, backstory, everything omg

I created random names for the main characters and even the roommate character. I added one character into the plot from my own imagination but I hope you guys like it, this is my first posted prompt on here!!

Word count: a little over 1.8k (it became 4 pages long from one idea..how lol)

Genre: Girls love, friends to lovers, romance/comedy

Warning: some swear words, slight violence, angsty at the beginning but it ended up becoming soft fluff

Enjoy! ~ Hoshi

As Amelia hastily made her way to the lockers, she could see the outline of two people against the wall. Her girlfriend’s bag and the recognizable guitar case covered in stickers Julia usually carried were resting at their feet. 

Amelia looked forward to seeing that distinct case making its way towards her at their lunch period when they would meet. 

Now, with a curious look stuck on her face, Amelia made her way silently and warily towards the two, coming to stand behind the clearly pushed together figures.

It was Aaron hovering over Julia, caging her between his arms, his face pressed to Julia’s while she seemed to cower in between him. 

A pang shot through Amelia’s heart. 

She shook her head in disbelief, a snarl making its way to her lips as she lunged forward and threw him off of the girl she was infatuated with. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” Amelia growled out, fists balled and chest rising rapidly. 

She could feel her body temperature sky rocketing, though she wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the soccer game she just won or the anger coursing through her veins at this scene. 

A small squeak of a voice, seemingly calm, came out from behind her trying to explain, but Amelia quickly shot a knowing look over her shoulder and turned back to the boy who stood smugly with a smirk upon his lips in front of her.

“I figured she should try something from a real man, so I kissed her,” Aaron said with a shrug, looking cocky with his hands now in his pockets, chest puffed a little. 

With a solid punch to the face, his resolve was wiped clean, a small trail of blood came from his mouth now as he stared up at the two girls. 

Ready to say some other snarky remark, he opened his mouth but was instantly cut off, “Say something again and this time I’ll make sure I knock you out,” Amelia said with her jaw clenched and eyes slightly narrowed.

She wasn’t one to become angry without a cause.

Aaron widened his eyes and quickly wiped the blood off his lips, standing up and hastily grabbing his bag before he made his way around Amelia who was already shielding Julia behind her larger frame. 

To say she was pissed off was an under exaggeration, she was more than livid and overly protective. After everything her and Julia had been through to be in this relationship, this was the breaking point.

Her own resolve was breaking as she turned to look at the girl who held her heart in her hands.

Her hands began to shake, and hot tears lightly traced their way down her cheeks. She wiped her hands down her face, hiding the tears and the fact this broke her to her core because she didn’t want to make matters worse. 

With a broken sigh, she looked up at Julia who had her lips slightly parted, waiting to say something, but nothing came out. 

Flicking her tongue over her canine tooth, a trait Julia came to love in its own way, Amelia then went forward and grabbed her girlfriend’s bag and case in one hand while locking her other hand tightly around Julia’s wrist and pulling (more like dragging) her away. 

The normally bubbly female jock was no longer bubbly, desperate for answers and feeling the pull of despair, she let go of her girlfriend’s arm once they got into the locker rooms.

 Amelia could tell she dropped Julia’s arm more forcefully than she should have by the hurt look on the quiet and usually broody girls face. If only she was back in her dorm with her amusing roommate, Jenny, to watch her freak-out and pin over her crush that was also a mutual friend of the trios… it would be so much better. 

“Please don’t believe him..” Julia spoke out softly, snapping Amelia out of her thoughts to look up at the smaller girl before her. 

Julia was chewing on her bottom lip with her eyes lowered to the ground where her bag and case were gently placed, Amelia could see she was feeling uneasy and hurt too.

“Baby.. I.. I don’t,” Amelia paused, gently reaching to grab Julia’s hands in her own, “I trust you… just tell me what happened,” She finished before she glanced behind her, deciding to sit on the metal bench when the exhaustion hit her. 

She lightly moved Julia toward the bench, letting go of one of her hands to pat the space next to her, her demeanor changing to one that was soft and loving; her usual bubbly self was coming back a little. Julia flattened her skirt with her free hand before she sat down, immediately leaning into Amelia and turning to look at her with those doe eyes.

“You know Aaron has always been bothering me,” Julia mumbled, rolling her eyes and looking down with a small pout set upon her cute lips; it made Amelia lightly scoff with a small smile tugging at the corners of her own lips.

 Looking back on it, Aaron had made it possible for them to come together again and create a blooming love. If he hadn’t of bothered Julia that one autumn day and made her bump into Amelia, who knows what could have happened.

 Amelia still remembers it like it was yesterday, seeing Julia with her hair in loose wavy curls, eyes wide and clutching her music sheets as she looked up at Amelia from within her arms, the proximity of their faces close enough to have caused both of them to momentarily stop breathing; it was a moment she treasured dearly. 

Their eyes locked at the recollection of the memory that caused them to talk again, soft features developed upon their expressions as they looked at one another. 

“Guess I should thank that asshole then…eventually…in my own way…maybe with another punch to the face…” Amelia joked as she slightly nudged Julia who was already pressed to her side. 

After a moment, Amelia untangled one of their hands, shifting slightly to lay her hand upon Julia’s cheek, caressing it with her thumb. It was simply the small signs of affection they both loved and craved for. 

Amelia was creating time, waiting patiently like she always had. Julia knew it, leaning in to only go back to staring intently at her significant other. 

“I was waiting for you in that little corner in the hallway by the lockers where we always meet after your games and I ran into him… it felt like he was almost there on purpose,” Julia said with a perplexed look, shaking her head a little, “he tried saying something to me but I actually stood my ground against him this time, told him I was meeting up with you any minute and that I had no time to be involved in his antics. He seemed to look off when I said that and then in the next second he boxed me into that wall before.. kissing me,” Julia finished, her voice becoming quieter at the end as she now concentrated on the entangled hands resting between them while scrunching her nose in disgust at the fact it happened only about 30 mins ago. 

“He has a major problem with taking no as an answer… and it seems like he saw me coming,” Amelia glowered, “he’s always trying to steal my girl,” She finished with a playful pout upon her face as she dramatically turned her head to look out into the distance. 

Julia’s soft chuckle echoed throughout the locker room, instantly causing Amelia to smile widely at the honey sound and turn back to brightly take in her love’s beauty. 

Hands still intertwined, Amelia raised them to place a gentle kiss on each of Julia’s hands, delicately looking up before gently moving closer to Julia’s face. 

As soon as their faces met, Amelia slowly closed her eyes and gently rubbed their noses together; Eskimo kisses, an unspoken form of love she only loved to do with Julia. 

When she opened her eyes, she noticed the blush dancing prominently on Julia’s cheeks as she tried to contain her sweet smile, her eyes already in the crescents from how hard she was smiling.

Taking in this precious moment, Amelia leaned in for a kiss. It was a long kiss, lips pressed against each other softly, savoring the sweetness and warmth of the other’s lips. 

Though, Julia’s lips were a bit rougher since she had the habit of nervously bit/chewing on them, it still made Amelia’s heart flutter whenever they were pressed against hers. 

After another minute, Julia pulled away first, squeezing Amelia’s hands for split second before letting them go gently. The moment ending before it could delve into something further.

Both out of breath from the time they stayed like that, the two girls looked at each other longingly before Amelia said, “Come back to the dorm with me.” 

This made Julia blush harder, looking from her girlfriend’s lips to her eyes, “What did you just say..” She replied breathlessly. 

“I won the soccer game for you, but you didn’t see it because of jerk wad.” Amelia replied smugly, inching closer to Julia as she backed away to the edge of the bench before standing up abruptly, skirt swaying quickly in the process. 

With a light cough to control herself, Julia looked anywhere but her girlfriend who was eyeing her up in amusement at her reaction. 

Standing up, Amelia walked over to Julia’s bag before swinging it onto her back with the guitar case going right over it. Turning back to the girl who was trying to stand causally against one of the lockers, Amelia strode over and picked Julia up into her arms, shocking her and making her hold tightly onto her lover. 

“I..” Julia stuttered out while wide eyed, heart beating loudly.

“Shh, it’s okay, my prize is a night in watching movies with you in our room while we order food and try not to wake Jenny… though she’ll probably join us from her late-night nap anyway,” Amelia said with a quick peck to Julia’s lips, beginning to walk out of the locker room carrying the person she loved more than anything close to her chest. 

Julia only looked up at the girl who made her realize what love was in awe as she felt Amelia begin to jog their way out to the dorms. 

“You forgot your change of clothes just so you could show off, really…” Julia snickered as she rolled her eyes lightly before holding onto Amelia tighter, causing Amelia to laugh loudly. 

“I have more important things to take care of and besides, it’s Saturday tomorrow,” She said sticking out her tongue while looking at Julia before she continued to focus on jogging back to their room. 

As their bickering and laughs resounded throughout the neighborhood, this night was made into a memory that will never be forgotten.

[wewillwriteyou]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 9

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 9: When someone needs her, Denise is always there. And while she’s comforting a friend, she might discover something that was hiding in plain sight. Meanwhile, Joe decides it’s time he figured out what he wants.

Word count: 4.4k+

Warnings: Only swearing, cause this chapter is pure FLUFF. Some angst then and there what would our blog be without it? but it’s mostly fluff 🥰🌸

A/N: This one will make your teeth rot from all the sweetness that it holds... 🍯 Hope you enjoy, sweeties 💕

Tuesday, 3 December 2019

The gardener didn’t understand that feeling.  He had never felt such a sentiment towards anyone. He felt hopelessly lost and mercifully blessed at once.

𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘉𝘌𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.*

Denise yawned loudly and closed the book in front of her. She checked the hour on her phone: 10:30 am.

“A break. I need a break,” she said to herself, getting up from the chair and starting to look for her ankle boots.

Once she found them under her bed, she grabbed her jacket and stepped out from her bedroom adventuring herself down the hallways of the dormitory. On her way out, she ran into a few girls, who reserved her the gaze.

The gaze that meant ‘you’re not a real girl’. The gaze that meant ‘what is she doing here in our dormitory’.

The gaze that Denise had learned to ignore.

A cold breeze was blowing that morning, but the park that surrounded the campus swarmed with students here and there. Denise hid her nose inside the jacket and, with the head lowered to shield her face from the wind she headed toward the cafeteria with rapid strides.

Suddenly, she bumped into a guy with her shoulder and when she turned around to apologize, she noticed that guy was Joe.

“Hey, Joe” but his name died on her lips as soon as she realized he was already far away. She stood there for a moment, observing him as he entered the female dormitory, and it did not take any longer for her mind to put two and two together.

He was going to Liz’s room. It was obvious and clear as the sun.

She shrugged her shoulders and kept walking, trying to swallow the beginning of jealousy that was building up inside her throat. However, it took the entire route to the canteen to cast out completely her still-twisted feelings towards Joe.

When she opened the doors of the building, a blast of warm air hit her face and Denise smiled bathing her nostrils into the sweet perfume of croissants and black coffee.

The dishes at the cafeteria were usually pretty bad, but brioches and breakfast food were definitely excluded by the ‘too-bad-to-be-eaten’ category.  

Denise lined up with the tray in her hands and, while she patiently waited for her turn, she cast a glance towards the tables and in the remote corner of the room, she saw Gwilym.

He was sitting alone and his head was abandoned in his right palm while his free hand was absentmindedly mixing the sugar inside the coffee.

Even from that distance, Denise could tell he was upset. Very upset. The usual welcoming smile that often curved his lips was turned upside-down and every form of lively expression seemed to have faded away from his face.

“Miss, it’s your turn” the lunch lady’s voice recalled Denise’s attention. She reserved one last look to Gwilym, before focusing her attention toward the food.

“Yes, I’d like a hot chocolate, medium size. And one – she then stopped and almost unintentionally, turned her head in Gwil’s direction – let’s make two muffins. Thanks”

When everything was well placed on her tray, Denise paid and thanking one last time she headed with decisive steps towards Gwilym’s table.

In the meanwhile, Gwilym was on another planet lost in the nebula of his thoughts. He was so concentrated on the melting sugar inside the black liquid, that he did not notice his friend approaching him.

“Unbelievable! A rare appearance of the opera’s phantom at the cafeteria, what an honour!” Denise’s voice startled him and, when he raised his head, he saw her standing there with a cheeky expression on her face.

“Hi,” he said not being able to contain a hushed chuckle. Denise proudly smiled, happy to see him giggle at her flamboyant words.

“Can I sit here?” she then asked, receiving a friendly nod. Once she had her back rested against the chair, she took one of the two muffins and placed it in front of Gwilym. He furrowed his eyebrows and Denise shrugged.

“I saw you here alone, with the face of a stray dog and I thought that a little bit of sweetness could help”

Gwilym smiled and darted his eyes from Denise to the muffin on the table.

“Is this so evident that I’m … you know, a little blue?” he then asked, taking a sip from his by now cold coffee. Denise, who was drinking her chocolate as well, scoffed on her drink.

“A little? Gwil, you look devastated! – but seeing his face twisting into an even sadder expression, made her regret her choice of words – what I meant is, I hate seeing you like that. The Gwilym I know wouldn’t sit here in a corner with an unshaved beard and black circles under his eyes”

“The Gwilym you know was not heartbroken” he replied sadly and had to look away and inhale sharply to swallow the bitterness that was still haunting his insides.

Denise felt a wave of sorrow hitting her like a wave that crashes against the cliffs.

“Gwil, look at me – she started, placing her palm on his abandoned hand on the table – it won’t always be like this, I guarantee you. One day, you’re going to get up and feel lighter and freer and what today feels like unbearable, will make you feel stronger tomorrow. You’ll feel better sooner than you think. But, in the meanwhile, as my mom taught me, you need a muffin. They always solve everything,” she said winking.

Gwilym stared at her for a while. He felt like seeing her for the first time: he noticed the tiny, yellow flakes inside the brown irises of her eyes, he noticed the first hint of regrowth on the roots of her hair where her natural black was mixed with the purple of her braids, he noticed the small gap between her front teeth.

But, most importantly, he noticed her. At his eyes, that morning, Denise felt like a gift; her words had woken something up inside of him, and he could not help but warmly and sincerely smile at her.

“Thank you, Didi. That means a lot”

Denise nodded and smiled back, as they both took a bite of their respective muffin. Then, an abrupt sighed chuckle from Gwilym made Denise furrow her eyebrows.

“What an idiot I must look right now. I mean, after everything you’ve been through, all of this must feel like the stupidest thing to you" he commented, face-palming his face.

“It doesn’t – Denise giggled in response – emotions are emotions, and we can’t control them. Besides, what I’ve been through was my choice and, even if it is still hard sometimes, I don't regret a minute of my journey. I mean, look at me now: I am fa-bu-lous!” and at each syllable, she snapped her fingers, to emphasize even more her last statement.  

They both burst out laughing and Denise felt relieved in seeing him finally a little bit happier. When the laughter faded away, they stared into each other’s eyes for a while until Gwilym nodded and said:

“You do look fabulous”

And he really meant that.

And Denise, really felt that, while warmth spread all over her cheeks.

"Well, yeah, I agree," she said, clearing her throat. Gwilym scrolled his head and looked away for a second.

Denise stared at him and suddenly her heart started to beat faster. When he turned around, she wore another shy smile and drank some of her chocolate.

“So, has Joe told you something or complained about me because I skipped rehearsals?” Gwilym asked out of the blue, scratching his chin.

“Are you being serious? Aren’t you roommates? – seeing his awkward expression, Denise opened her mouth in disbelief – Gwil, are you kidding me? When is the last time you two have spoken?” she asked with concern in her voice, as she leaned both of her elbows on the table.

“We do talk, but it feels like we’re strangers. I guess we need some more time to, you know… to adjust our friendship, after what happened”

Denise inhaled and nodded.

“And with… Liz?” she hesitated a little before asking and she could see Gwilym’s muscles tense at the mention of her name.

“What do you think? – he rhetorically asked, grudge thick in his voice – she’s also kind of self-isolated now, because Joe mumbled something about her missing rehearsal too”

In her mind, the image of Joe entering the female dormitory kept coming back every time Joe’s name was pronounced in their conversation. She almost let it slip out of her mouth, but she decided it was not the right time for that.

Besides, she might have misunderstood the entire situation and Gwilym did not seem in the mood for useless drama. So, she decided to change topic.

“Not only you’ve missed rehearsals, but you both also missed Lucy making a scene in front of everybody because Ben had ‘accidentally’ kissed Alex ‘a little too much’ on stage”

“No way! Are you kidding? – Denise scrolled her head and Gwilym widened his eyes even more – jeez, that’s insane”

“Don’t forget you used to like her. That girl is insane!”

"You don't like her, don't yah?" Gwilym asked and an amused smiled appeared on his lips.

"I can't like everyone – Denise replied, shrugging her shoulders – besides I think the feeling is mutual so I don't make a big deal out of it"

“Sounds legit - Gwilym commented, finishing his coffee – what about me?” his tone a little cheekier as he licked the sugar on his lips.

“What about me, what?” she laughed back, eating her last piece of muffin.

“Am I on your blacklist of people you don’t like because ‘you can’t like everyone’, or I am likable enough?”

He did not know if that rush of positivity was coming from the caffeine or from Denise’s presence. Even though, he preferred to opt for the second option.

She chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“You were okay, before this question. Now I might consider adding you to the dead pool. You should have kept your mouth closed, dear Mr. Lee”

“Not a bigger downgrading, considering I was just okay, before my question. Well done, Miss. Daniels, ‘ve just hurt my feelings”

The giggles grew louder from their table as they both could sense just a little hint of flirting in the air.

“I’ve already bought you a muffin”

“Oh, so this does excuse you for calling me: first, phantom of the opera, then a stray dog and then again just an okay guy who might end up in the list of people you can’t stand?”

Denise laughed louder, while Gwilym kept thinking how much she shined when she was happy.

“Doofus” she commented.

The two kept talking for a while more until Denise’s phone rang and Alex’s name appeared on her screen.

“Hey Alex, what’s up? … Are you okay, babe? … Sure, ‘ll be there in a few minutes. No problem, sweetie. Bye” her expression showed a little bit of apprehension and Gwilym frowned, waiting for her to put her phone back inside the pocket of her jacket.

“Everything’s alright?” he questioned.

“She said yes, but I guess it’s not. She asked me to catch up with her at the music laboratory because she needs to talk with me”

“I’ll walk you,” Gwilym promptly suggested, suddenly not feeling ready to interrupt their talking. Denise widely smiled and thanked him, then they got up and put their coats back on, heading towards the exit.

When they reached the door, he stretched his arm and opened it for her. As a response, he received a shy bow-head from Denise, who stepped outside in the cold air.  

Winter had kicked in and the Christmas atmosphere was starting to wrap the whole campus. All around, there were little lights and some students were already decorating the traditional, big pine in the middle of the college’s park.

“I hope it snows this year – Gwilym commented all of sudden, following with his gaze a bunch of girls that were carrying some white decorations – growing up in the north of Wales got me used to white Christmases”

Denise looked at him and could not contain a spontaneous smile: he seemed so at peace talking about his home, with his face’s features finally relaxed.

“Going back for holidays, I suppose” she elbowed him and he chuckled, nodding along.

“Yep, for sure. Still not know what ‘m going to do on New Year though, because my family mentioned something about a party but I know their idea of party and … well, let’s say ‘m not that interested in it” Gwilym answered and his tone made Denise laugh.

“It can’t be that boring. Can it?”

Now they were both giggling, as froze breaths were escaping their lips.

“I’d say it’s actually the opposite of boring. Just, one of those big ass parties where middle-aged people get drunk and revival their younger memories. And you know, if those middle-aged people are all your relatives, it can be a little bit embarrassing”

Denise burst out in a peal of sonorous laughter and had to cover her mouth to contain herself. Gwilym stared at her and a big smile curved his lips.

He could not help himself but think how pretty she looked under the morning winter sun, laughing along to his funny stories.

“Got it, I understand now,” she then answered, raising her hands in the air.

A moment of pleasant silence fell between them, as they were still adventuring themselves headed towards the music department.

"And what about you?" Gwilym then asked and, once again, keeping the building's door open for Denise, who commented:

“I’m not used to this kind of chivalry, by the way – he shrugged his shoulders and, for the hundredth time that morning, they giggled in unison – anyway, to answer your question, nothing special. I’m probably gonna stay here at the campus”

“Why?” Gwilym looked concerned and Denise patted on his arm to reassure him.  

“Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. Just, my mom is always super busy at Christmas because she usually organizes some kind of event for the children of her tip tap's class. So this year, my brothers and I bought her a ticket for a Christmas cruise on the Mediterranean Sea”

“Wow, that sounds great” Gwilym stated, widening his eyes.

“Yes, I’m happy she can finally relax a little bit. Besides, I decided to take part in the campus project to bring some gifts at the town’s hospital on Christmas night. I painted so many dolls and greeting cards, that it would have been a waste of time if, in the end, I decided not to stay here”

Denise said scrolling her head and kept walking down the hallway until she noticed Gwilym was not by her side anymore. She turned around and saw him standing there a few steps away from her.

“What?” she asked visibly confused.

Gwilym curved his lips in an incredulous smile.

“Really, you ask me ‘what?’! Denise, you are incredible – he said, reaching her and stopping right in front of her – like, you’re always there for everybody. Even on Christmas, you think it’s better to do something to help others”

Denise lowered her head and blushed a little at those words.

“I guess it’s something I got from my mother”

“Well, I don’t know where you’ve gotten that from but it’s a rare thing,” he said, smiling even more. Denise, at first, shyly gazed at the floor, but then she raised her chin and cheekily grinned.

“But I’m free on New Year’s Eve. At least at the moment, I am”

“Is that a threat or an invitation?” Gwilym asked, with the same brazen tone.

“Let’s say both. If you are quick enough to decide what to do, we might catch up, but remember ‘m a busy woman. Tomorrow I could already have plans”

In response, he scrolled his head.

“I’ll think about that, then”

Denise was about to respond with an amused ‘good’ when a familiar voice called her name. She turned around and saw Alex standing at the end of the corridor.

She felt bad for almost forgetting the real reason she had walked until there, but Gwilym’s company had been particularly more pleasant than usual and, for a brief moment, she had only been able to think about him.

“Alex, dear, are you okay?” Denise immediately said when they both started to walk in each other’s direction.

When she was close enough, Alex opened her mouth to answer. She tried to put on a smile, but her lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears.

Denise didn’t have to extend her arms, that Alex had already thrown herself inside her embrace and had started crying.

“Gosh, Alex. What happened?” Gwilym reached the two girls and placed a hand on the brunette’s shoulder.

Alex broke the hug and dried the tears on her face with the palms of her hands.

“Long story – a nervous chuckle escaped her lips – if you don’t mind, I’d like to stay alone with Didi. Unless you guys were doing something, I don’t want to-”

“Alex, it’s alright” Gwilym caringly cut off her stuttering. Denise nodded in agreement when Alex looked at her, searching for confirmation.

“Let’s go, darling – Denise then suggested, leaning her palm on Alex’s lower back; they started to walk down the hallway heading toward the exit when Denise turned around to look at Gwilym – maybe I’ll … I’ll text you later” her voice took more the form of a question, herself uncertain of what she was saying.

Gwilym smiled widely.

“I’d love that”

They shared one last gaze followed by a friendly smile, then the two girls stepped outside and Gwilym was left alone in the middle of the corridor.

He was aware of the stupid grin that was still curving his lips. And he was even more aware of the beating heart knocking inside his chest.

He tried to cast out everything and hoped that the cold air that hit him when he exited the building would have helped. But crowded and confused feelings kept following him around until he reached his dormitory.

That whole morning with Denise had made him feel strange. Not a bad kind of strange, a beautiful kind of strange. A strange that he could hardly unscramble.

For the first time, since what he felt like a century, Gwilym wanted to talk with Joe. He wanted to talk with him about Denise.

He did not know what he was, but he was sure of one thing: he had never looked at Denise with those eyes. And he needed confirmation or, otherwise, a denial.

About what? Well, not even Gwilym knew. He would have discovered that talking with Joe.

But, with big disappointment, he could note that Joe was not there the moment he opened the door of their bedroom. He noticed the bed still unmade and a book about cinema abandoned on the desk.

A feeling of emptiness hit Gwilym and, as he slowly sat down on the bed, he took the phone from the coat he had not removed yet, and searched between his messages for the name of the only person he wanted to speak to at that moment.

He opened the chat and wrote a few words: ‘beaten to the punch ;)’

Then he let himself fall on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. He was sure he had also dozed off at some point until his phone vibrated in his hand.

Denise’s name appeared on his screen and, as a natural response, a big smile appeared on Gwilym’s face.

***

Joe was zealously typing on his computer the assignment he had due in a couple of weeks and he still had a hard time writing.

Sure, plays are easy, whereas ‘The birth of cinema’ is the impossible one, he sarcastically said to himself.

The truth was that he had a lot on his mind those last few days.

He had tried to keep himself busy all week, waiting for a sign to tell him he could talk to her.

One sign could have been if Elizabeth had texted him since the last time he had seen her – on Thursday when he’d walked her from the park to her dorm. They had barely spoken three words the whole walk and had awkwardly waved each other goodbye. One of the most embarrassing moments in their years of friendship.

He needed to know what she wanted to say to him that day at the park.

He wanted to talk to her again.

He needed to see her.

Screw the signs, he thought and, closing his computer, he put on his shoes and coat and headed out of his room.

His feet walked him in no time in a direction he knew far too well. He crossed the small park in front of the building, indifferent to the people sitting there or bumping into him. His brain was too focused on his feet to worry about looking around. He got to the front door and followed some students to get through security then ran upstairs towards room 986.

When he got in front of it he halted himself. Normally he wouldn’t knock but in desperate times…

He waited for her to answer with his finger crossed and blood pumping in his temples.

“Who is it?” Elizabeth almost instantly asked.

“It’s Joe” he calmly said, totally unmatching his actual state of mind.

When the door opened he could see why he hadn’t seen Elizabeth around: plates and water bottles were laying around, her desk was messy and her bed was undone at 11 in the morning, the blinds slightly closed.

“Hi” she just said with a small smile. She then realised they’d been standing there for more seconds than comfortable so she gestured him to step inside.

Joe thanked her with a smile and looked around.

“I know… – Elizabeth beat him to say anything – this doesn’t look like my room”

“I was thinking it looked more like a cave to goblins and vampires” Joe commented and Elizabeth chuckled.

He turned around to watch her and he was happy to see her smiling sincerely.

“How have you been?” he asked her in a soothing tone, pushing down the urge to ask her what he wanted to know.

She nodded to no one in particular and gave him a small smile, “I’ve been better… but I’m catching up”

Joe smiled back and looked around her side of the room “I’m glad to hear that Liz, but seriously… we have to do something about this… mess… Have you seen Alex recently? Or is she buried somewhere in here?”

She lightly chuckled again and waved her hand at him pretending to be slapping his arm, “Stop taking the piss, Joe, I promise I’ll clear this up when I get better”

“Absolutely fucking not, - his voice drop-dead serious – you’re getting better right now,” and with that said he started picking up plates and piling them on the desk.

“Well, I have to say I appreciate your finesse… - she commented, hiding a smile while starting to tide up her nightstand – I almost missed it…”

Joe was kneeling on the floor, picking up socks and tissues from under her bed, and he smirked. He turned his head in her direction and rested his chin on his upper arm.

“You missed me cursing to make you move your ass?” he asked with his signature nonchalance.

Elizabeth couldn’t contain herself this time and laughed, and she realised she did miss his cursing and their playfully bossing around each other.

When she recomposed herself she took a second to think about what she wanted to say, then, “I really did – she said – I really missed you. Us. This…”

Joe could feel his heart beating faster and he just smiled because that was the only reaction he allowed himself to have.

“I missed us too…” he then added and standing up he closed the distance between them by hugging her tight.

They weren’t realising it, but they were having the same reaction: they both closed their eyes into the hug and inhaled deeply like you’d do when you come home after being away too long. For all the fun you may have had, nothing’s quite like home.

“Thanks for helping me pick up the pieces of my life,” Elizabeth muttered against his shirt.

“No worries. I can't see you living like this… – he started – Looks like some homeless raccoon is living here”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and pushed him away with a hand, while Joe chuckled at his own joke. She crossed her arms on her chest and tried forcing down a smile.

“You are a doofus, you know that right? – she told him – That will never change.”. And thank God for that, she kept to herself.

His chuckle faded and he smiled, “You can always count on me, Liz.”

She smiled back, “I know”. And she did know. Since he’d entered her room, her world just looked brighter and the laughs he caused… she’d really missed them.

They stared at one another for a few seconds before realising they were slipping into ‘awkward’ again.

Joe cleared his throat, “Well, we should get back to it…”

Elizabeth wanted to say more… to tell him what she wanted to tell him at the park that day.

I think there might be more between us other than friendship.

There. Clear as day.

But the thought of what happened at the park halted her galloping heart: what if what happened with Gwilym happens with Joe?

That thought made the blood freeze in her veins: she couldn’t let it happen. Her stupid, changeable heart had caused enough trouble. She’d already lost Gwilym, she couldn’t afford to lose Joe as well. Especially not Joe.

They’d just got close again… she couldn’t risk screwing it up.

Friendship sounds okay right now, she thought.

God knows how much she needed her friendship with Joe and not just in that moment of her life. In every moment of her life.

When she’d rushed things with Gwilym she hadn’t even thought that it would make her lose Joe. And deep down her heart, she knew that was the reason why she didn’t feel like things were working out with Gwilym.

She would have done anything not to hurt Joe anymore and preserve what they had just found again.

She picked up the blanket, pulling it over her bed. “Yeah, sure”.

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By the way: here [*] we embedded a link to a site that lets you see Michelangelo’s David if you are not familiar with it. Also, we made it look like you were reading Denise’s textbook, by underlining the words we think she would want to underline.

Pretty cool, huh? 

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The Dynamic Duo

Characters: MC, Gavin, Minor, Victor (Mentions: Anna and Willow)

Words: 1903

Warnings: Minor threats

 Part Three: Respect

Parting from the boys just moments ago, you didn’t know what to expect … Being honest to yourself you knew you had to get it over with. Gavin and Minor gave you a pep talk before entering the building, telling you to keep your cool and call them later. Grateful was the very least you felt for those two guys, especially Minor lately. He was really stepping up in and around the company. 

You entered the elevator of LFG, every time you’ve ever been in here seemed like a life time to get to where you needed, tonight though felt the fastest its ever gone. All but dragging your feet towards Victors office, scarcely anyone was left in the enterprise... Checking your watch, nearly 9pm. Gosh, usually you were home in your pyjamas by now, instead you’re standing infront of Victors door. Holding your breath, you knock...

tap - tap - tap

“Come in”

Pressing down the handle you enter slowly, Victor still staring at the file in hand waves you forward. You approach cautiously, considering how things were earlier you decided to wait until he spoke to you.

Just standing there… 

Minutes went by before Victor set down his file, looking to you, “Well, I suppose if you’re not going to talk then ill start. Today’s events were chaotic, unacceptable, and unprofessional. For that, I’m Sorry.”

It hadn’t quite registered with you yet, blankly staring at Victor.

He raises his brow, “It seems perhaps an apology isn’t enough to excuse myself for earlier, I’ll buy dinner. Have you eaten? Right before i forget, your subordinate, what’s his name? The one who clearly doesn’t care if he still has a job tomorrow?” Victor asks nonchalantly.

Speechless, you just sort of shook your head at him. You envisioned this conversation to go quite the opposite direction, this moment of reprieve swelled up something from deep within.

“You’re angry with me, right? I jumped to conclusions and…”

“Stop.” Finally speaking… “I don’t want your apology.”

Victor’s eyes widened.

“You ridiculed me in-front of my staff and guests, you didn’t even try to understand the situation I was in. I came here terrified of what was going to unfold but none the less ready for it… And y-you act as if nothing has happened? I don’t want dinner with you, what I want is ……. I want respect.” The tears that threatened you today were back again, this time falling down your face.

It was obvious seeing you cry unsettled Victor; he rose from his chair and in the very same moment you took a step back. Silence engulfed his office, all of today's emotions began exploding inside of you. You choked back desperately not to sob in-front of your boss, bringing your head down, you turned and started to leave.

“Mc...” The moment Victor opened his mouth, your feet took off on their own accord. 

You managed to get inside the elevator moments before he did, doors closing on the sight of him reaching out to you. “Wait!?”

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After the doors shut, you immediately pull out your phone and sent a text to Victor - Please excuse me, I’m exhausted, lets reschedule - *Thinking, I was just demanding respect then ran away like a child. *

Stopping the elevator couple floors from the lobby, taking the stairs the rest of the way down, the objective was to avoid Victor. You were NOT ready for this, you felt compromised with emotions. Peaking around the corner, it seemed safe and you made quick steps to the exit. 

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Meanwhile, Victor just stared at the text he received. Sitting on the floor of the second elevator, seeing you cry was like a blow to his heart. Once today you teared up in front of him, he took it too far then before your employee stepped in …

Perhaps that’s why…

It was rare for Victor to feel remorseful.

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Gavin was just picking up take out when he got the call from you. Instantly taking to air when he heard your shaky voice, when he landed again it was only couple yards from where you stood. He could see that you were crying, “Didn’t go so well did it?” Wiping the remanent of what tears that still stained your cheeks.

“I didn’t stay calm Gavin, maybe I am not cut out to do this.” Avoiding eye contact, you stared at your feet. You called him to talk, not expecting him minutes later to be right there. Typical Gavin you thought, smiling inwards at the thought.

In that moment you were embraced into warm arms and a solid chest, “I don’t know a thing about producing but your amazing Mc, truly. You’ve never been a quitter, so don’t give up now.” His voice was soft like faux fur.

Your senses were heightened, you felt extremely warm, and smelled - noodles?? This caused your stomach to growl loudly. Staring doe eyed at Gavin when he released you.

Laughing, “Hungry huh? Good thing I always pick up food for two then.” Showing you the take out bag.

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Next day, you woke up and started getting ready. This afternoon you had a meeting scheduled with Barner Wors heads, trying to figure out compensation for both sides during this halt. Gavin was going to continue his investigation with Minor, today Minor was off. You asked Minor last night to assist him, which he was more then thrilled to help ‘his boy’ on his day off.

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When Gavin awoke from his little cat nap (sleep was something he barely got these days) he was receiving a call from the department. The call was brief, files were being emailed to him whilst he took the call, turns out his intuition was paying off. Just as he was reading through Nicole Kissman’s file, his phone began to ring again - Minor. He wanted to decline the call but considering that you seemed at peace with Minor helping him, he notioned; keeping Minor close may help in some way.

“Hey”

“GAVVVVVVVV- BRO, Chris – The lead for the show is in hospital! I just got a text from my friend, whose cousin texted her, whose roommate called him, that apparently spotted Mr. Heartthrob being taken in by ambulance!” Minor screaming into Gavin’s ear.

“And??”

“AND!! I decided to come to the hospital to check myself, AND INDEED HE’S HERE! Now I came incognito and decided to snoop around, there saying food poisoning. Now I’m no expert but! I did some digging on Chris; he’s a vegan, man don’t eat no meat, however! I was able to get hold of his papers by the desk and get this, his co star the one and only Madam Kissman stated after eating a hamburger he just got sick. Now correct me if I’m wrong but, he’s a vegan and food poisoning doesn’t take affect that quickly!” Minor was practically gasping for air after that explanation.

Silence followed, the only thing heard was Minor dying on one end and Gavin letting out a slight hmmm on the other.

“Nice one Minor, get out of there and meet me out front.” Gavin hung up the phone, the plot was thickening. If his police training and investigation films taught him anything, it was actors will sometimes do whatever it takes to shine.

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You were just entering your company doors when Anna frantically came running to you with news, about the actor Chris.

 Food poisoning, oh dear… 

This joint production really was becoming a series of unfortunate events, you thought. Then Anna handed you a letter, normally you had a team that look after this sort of stuff. After examining the front of the envelop you knew why. In big black bold letters ‘TO BE HANDLED BY MC’, okay? You made your way to your office quickly running Anna up to speed of everything and having her make notes for preparations of this afternoons meeting. Sitting in your desk mid-sentence; you froze, you had opened the envelope and glanced at the contents inside…

Images of your outside apartment caught you off guard. Anna noticed something the matter so she peaks over and was too shocked by the findings. Your hands began to shake as you flipped through the photos, one photo in particular had writing on the back of it.

It read….

We know where you live. If you love your job, and do not want more ‘unfortunate’ things to happen and ruin your ‘reputation’ - drop the case.

Or else.

The picture after the note was an image of your company, completely scribbled out. So much that the pen used left deep in-grooves and in some areas punctured right through. A shiver went straight up your spine, Anna spoke up, “this isn’t just a coincidence anymore. Someone is playing seriously dirty...”

All you could do is nod your head…

What do you do?

You stared at Anna, neither of you spoke, till Willow burst through the doors.

“Victor is downstairs!!!”

The day was just beginning and already you wanted to go home. You sent Gavin a quick text ‘SOS office ASAP’ and stood up. Fixing your skirt, you took a deep breath; tucking the photos away in your top drawer.  You raised your chin up, and made your way to meet Victor. Considering your demand for respect yesterday, you had to be respectful.

You had a lot of crap on your plate, and Victor was one of them.

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Gavin arrived at the hospital and seen Minor, oh dear god is that what he meant by ‘incognito’ he wondered.

Minor stood at the bottom of the entrance stairs leaning against the rail. He was wearing a backwards pink hat and dark sunglasses. If that wasn’t enough, he had on the biggest yellow sweater I swear he could find; that read ‘Bronies’ on the front of it. The tightest white jeans known to man, and a tooth pick sticking out of his mouth. Gavin was stunned stupid; Minor was one to easily annoy him back in school, and even now he still had that gift.

“Minor…. You have about three seconds to sort yourself out, before I knock you out!”

Minor didn’t notice when Gavin appeared, nearly falling over at his aggressive demeaner. “Bro, respect! It’s my disguise yo, can’t have people snitchin’ who I am. Don’t need boss stressin’ even more if my covers blown yo!”

Gavin rubbed his temples, reminding himself, ‘don’t hit him, don’t hit him’ before speaking. “First off, I’m not your ‘bro’. Secondly, stop talking like that. Third, you look like a walking highlighter. You’re not blending in; you stick out like a sore thumb. If I didn’t know you, and I saw someone dressed like you; snooping round my hospital.. Attention is exactly what you’re going to get and not in the good way!”

“Alright, alright, alright…. Man can’t a bro catch a break, I’m trying here!” Minor takes off the sunglasses and fixes the hat.

“Minor, the more you try the worse you get. Just relax, or it’ll be you next; checking in.” Gavin signals Minor to walk with him as he enters the hospital doors. Before pointing out, “and for the record, stealing other people’s information in the hospital is invasion of privacy. That’s breaking the law, you could be done for that.”

Minor grins at Gavin, “Yea but, I was incognito. No one knows it was me!”

It took everything in Gavin not to knock him out at this point, they’re both trying to help MC he repeated again and again...

To Be Continued 

Master-list for Parts

[alloveroliver]

Gavin x Cole |Male!OC| "Wanting To Know You More."

Rating: Smut 18+

WC: 5,007

A|N: This is a University AU. College-aged Gavin, Male x male, Anal, Porn with plot. Fluffy smut. Cole is my male OC. 

Mr. Love Queen's Choice Fanfic

Rechecking his text messages for the thousandth time in the last hour, Gavin sighed. No new notifications, no missed calls, nothing. Gavin took the last swig of jungle juice from his solo cup and sloppily tossed the ping pong ball across the table. A large hand ran along his spine, making Gavin unable to pay attention to where the ball landed. The crowd erupted around them, and people drunkenly high fived one another. The people on the other side of the table looked glum. 

Gavin turned his head toward the towering figure, easily a head taller than him, and gawked. 

"I thought you stood me up...." Gavin slurred, unable to hold back his word choice. He bit his tongue and watched wide-eyed at the man's cool-headed expression. 

Cole grinned down at Gavin and leaned to whisper. "I've been looking for you all night. My phone died at the last party I was at, sorry." 

"Oh," Gavin's lips formed a perfect circle. He had been buzzing around the party, room after room looking for Cole. The alcohol made him hyper, and the lack of text from his invited impromptu date made him anxious. He couldn't sit still. Gavin mentally kicked himself realizing he probably just missed Cole dozens of times before he'd agreed to be a stand-in beer pong player for some guy throwing up in the bathroom. 

"Is this game over? Am I able to steal you away?" Cole's lips swept over Gavin's ear, and all he could do was nod. 

Their hands linked, and a few frat boys 'Ooo' ed them from across the room. Neither cared nor did they spare them a glance. Gavin allowed Cole to lead him into the hallway and up the flight of stairs to the next floor. Cole's blond hair stood out in the dim light of the hall. It looked frosted with hints of platinum blended with honey strands. His eyes matched the frosty look, shining a piercing gray-blue that mesmerized Gavin from the start. 

The first room they looked into was empty, filled with wall to wall books and elegant furniture. 

"This must be their reading room." Cole pointed out, taking a seat on the small couch. 

He let go of Gavin's hand and pat the cushion next to him. 

"I really thought…" Gavin trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. He really thought he was the type of guy everyone flaked on. He'd been stood up before a few times, and he resigned to be that guy no one wanted to be around. He'd begun to worry that all the flirting him and Cole did in class had all been fake, that is until he showed up tonight. "I'm happy you're here." 

He sat in the spot rubbing his bleary eyes with his palms. However, Cole was already pulling on his thigh, inviting him closer. Their lips collided, and Gavin's eyes went wide. He murmured onto Cole's mouth but melted into him after the shock dissipated. 

Their whirlwind romance was not something Gavin was used to. He had known Cole since last semester, getting to know him slowly over a period of several months. They just so happened to have their science lab class together, pushing them even closer after becoming partners for a school project. 

Gavin had been to Cole's apartment, and Cole had been to Gavin's. They stayed up too late talking, overate Chinese take-out, and did too little of the actual project they were supposed to be working on. It was a total surprise to Gavin one night, after walking him back to his door, that Cole kissed him goodnight.

Cole stuck his neck out in hopes that Gavin would reciprocate his feelings. Gavin was floored that someone he had a crush on would actually feel the same way. It seemed like it never happened like that. Like his emotions never lined up with anyone else before. Admiring Cole's courage from the other night, Gavin mustered up his own and shot him a text inviting him to the frat party. So far, he had no regrets. 

"You're so fucking sexy, Gavin," Cole muttered, pulling Gavin into his lap entirely. His stomach flopped like it did on rollercoasters. 

He wasn't much slimmer than Cole, but they happened to fit together perfectly. Gavin straddled the taller man's hips, moving his hands along Cole's chest. His body was tight and sculpted just like the quarterback of their star football team should be. 

Cole nibbled Gavin's bottom lip then he bucked his hips against Gavin's. It wasn't until the 3rd or 4th time that Gavin realized he was intentionally grinding on him. It was the most heated hot flash he's ever had. His skin went clammy from the insane amount of nerves he experienced at once. 

Desire began to stain the front of Gavin's boxers. With every buck, he felt the hardness of Cole's cock rock rubbing deliciously onto him. Suddenly his clothes made him feel too hot, and his pants were far too tight. Cole's hands traveled Gavin's body, seeking to touch every inch of him that was possible.

He was drawn to Cole's tight-fitting jeans and, in a moment of bravery, cupped his straining bulge over his pants. Cole moaned into Gavin's mouth spewing hot air and a symphony of lustful utterances. 

"Gavin-" Cole pushed his hips up faster into Gavin's palm. "Gavin, don't stop." 

Gavin firmly ran his hand up and down the length of his cock over his jeans. Cole's hand left Gavin's ass and moved to cup him in kind. The men kissed fervently, with a heady clash of their teeth and a swirl of their tongues. 

Cole squeezed Gavin's length, focusing on the uppermost sensitive zone. Gavin was close. So… so… "So close!" Gavin's level voice pitched.

"I'm going to make you cum, and I haven't even taken you out on a proper date yet. Tragic." Cole teased, trying to remain close to Gavin's lips at all times. 

Heat spilled into Gavin's boxers as he panted between Cole's lips. It was a roll of ecstasy through his body, lighting up every nerve ending. He moaned out loud before Cole's lips crashed into his, halting sound. The door busted open, and loud party music spilled into the room. Gavin barely noticed while his body trembled in the aftershock. 

A couple fell into the room, laughing and kissing drunkenly.

"Did you cum for me, babe?" Cole whispered in Gavin's ear low enough so the intruders couldn't hear. 

"I-"

The girl burst into a loud laugh as the man kissed down her chest. They fell against the wall and slid down to the floor, spilling and crunching their solo cups.

"We should get out of here unless we want to see more than we bargained for." Cole helped Gavin off his lap and walked out of the room without the boasting couple ever bothering to acknowledge their presence.

Cole laced his fingers with Gavin's and lead him to the front door. Gavin ran his thumb over Cole's knuckles and pressed his lips together to suppress a smile. 

"Anything else you wanna do here?" Cole nodded toward the roaring party.

"No, nothing."

"Then let's get out of here." Cole punctuated his statement with a squeeze of his hand. 

Gavin's dying blush reignited on his cheeks. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Their drive to Cole's apartment had been a typical conversation like they'd had before. Gavin found it easy to talk to Cole, despite the new development of Cole's hand resting on Gavin's thigh while he drove. 

"My roommate went to that party too. So he probably won't be back until super late, or even tomorrow." Cole shrugged. "Who knows, man. I never know with that guy." 

Gavin smiled, remembering when Cole's roommate came home and barged in on them at 4 AM without warning. He was supposed to be at his parent's house a solid 3 hours away for a week but went to a party and ended up back home without any of his luggage or cell phone. Cole's roommate was very different from him, but they made their living arrangement work somehow.

The house was dark, and Cole didn't bother turning on any of the lights. He lead Gavin through the living room and into the kitchen. 

"Let's get some water. I don't know how much you had to drink, but it's a good idea to stay hydrated. Don't want you getting a hangover later." Cole winked and filled up two miss-matched cups. He handed Gavin one and took a large gulp of the other.

"Did you drink anything?" Gavin turned the cup in his hand clockwise a few times.

"Uhmm, The first party, yeah. Like one or two beers." Cole started walking toward his bedroom, and Gavin followed after. "I did have a shot of something when we got to the second party. Some kind of clear liquid that tasted like cough syrup, not gonna lie." He shot Gavin a quick face of revulsion "It was awful." Cole then laughed as he looked forward again. "And, After that, I went looking for you. Didn't get a chance to grab another drink. You?"

As they walked, Cole seemed to  barely fit under the standard door frame. His height made him stand out in a crowd, yet his presence wasn't domineering or unapproachable. After making it to his room, Cole sat on the end of his bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

Gavin sat his cup down on the desk near the door. "I don't know. Maybe like 4 or 5 cups of that purple looking jungle juice. But, I hardly feel buzzed now." The adrenaline spike from earlier did wonders for sobering up. 

Cole got to his middle button and stopped. His open shirt presented a pale chest with tight lines highlighting his muscular torso and flawless skin. He moved his arms back and rested on his elbows. His relaxed body language made Gavin feel a bit more comfortable. His eyes scanned over Cole from head to toe, taking in his lean, toned body.

"So, Gavs," Cole smirked at Gavin, where he froze just inside the door.

Gavin gulped. "Yeah?" 

"I'm gonna say something cliche." 

Gavin's lips quirked up, smiling in curiosity. "What are you going to say?" 

"I'm gonna say," He pat the bed. "Where were we?"

Gavin let out a chuckle from the obviously horrible joke. Another roll of laughter spilled out of him when Cole wiggled his brows suggestively. It really broke the ice, making his racing heart calm down a tick. His hands stopped shaking so much as he sat next to Cole on the freshly made sheets. 

Cole sat up slowly then loomed over Gavin. He took Gavin's palms and brought them to his shirt, signaling him to finish unbuttoning it. Cole's eyes were hooded, meeting Gavin's honey gaze. Cole moved in, pushing Gavin's bangs back as he raked his fingers through his hair. 

"You never answered my question." Cole's voice dropped to a whisper while his lips trailed Gavin's jaw. 

"W-what question."

Cole lightly tugged the nape of Gavin's hair once he got to the bottom. Gavin could swear that everyone within a mile radius could hear his racing heartbeat. He whimpered when Cole's lips ran along the shell of his ear. He sucked lightly on the lobe, teasing the gaged piercing with his tongue, making Gavin shiver. 

When Gavin finished undoing the last button on Cole's shirt, and it came loose, Cole quickly shrugged it off.

"I asked you if you came for me." Cole's gravely voice was so close to his ear. Gavin suppressed a sigh as Cole's breath tickled his neck. 

"Yes…" 

"You did?" Cole's brows lifted as his gray eyes came into view. The surprise only lasted a moment before he smirked. "That's hot. So it doesn't take much for you, huh?" Cole began lifting Gavin's shirt up and over his torso. "Does that mean you can go again?" Cole tossed the shirt to the floor next to his.

Gavin felt strands his hair start to stick to his forehead. He was elated and eager for more yet his nerves made his tongue feel heavy and movements mechanical. 

"Yeah, I'm… I am good to go. Again." Gavin's convincing nod punctuated his last word. 

"Good, 'cuz I'm not finished with you yet." He pulled Gavin to lay back and moved over the top of him. Gavin panted while Cole made his move. Cole stretched both Gavin's hands above his head and pinned them to the mattress in one palm. "I want to know more about you, Gavs. I want to know everything there is to know." 

Gavin's chest pressed upward as Cole kissed every inch of his skin he could reach. He lingered on every dip and licked a stripe over every curve. Gavin pulled at his wrists, testing Cole's grip on them. He held strong while his mouth roamed over Gavin's torso. 

There was a shuffling, and then Cole planted his mouth firmly down on Gavin's parted lips. Gavin closed his eyes, sighing as Cole's tongue swept over his bottom pout. It was electrifying, feeling Cole's body against his for the second time in one night. Earlier, he had just gotten a taste, but now… Well, now they had all the time in the world.  

Gavin pulled at his wrist again, and Cole let him go. Gavin wrapped his arm around Cole's neck and moved his leg to hook over his. Cole kicked off his shoes, and Gavin rushed to follow him. 

Cole's hands fumbled with Gavin's belt while their lips remained locked. Before long, Gavin's pants went slack around his waist, and Cole went for his own buttons. Cole moved to his side and slid out of his jeans and boxers together. Gavin took the time to do the same with his pants, pushing the heavy trousers to a pile on Cole's clean floors. 

He looked around and realized just how clean Cole's room was. When they entered the home, he remembered smelling a hint of weed that was probably embedded in the furniture at this point. In the dim light, he noted lots of empty soda and beer cans paired with empty chip bags scattered around. However, none of that seemed to be Cole's mess and, instead, the act of his roommate. Gavin had been here once or twice, but never in Cole's bedroom. He just assumed it was as messy as the rest of the house, but he was very wrong.

Cole's bedroom was minimalistic and clean. All his furniture was white and matched the curtains on the window. He had some half-burnt candle off to the side on his computer desk. Gavin wondered if he burned that when his roommate had people over to smoke so that it killed the smell from permeating his bedroom. 

Cole's closet door was cracked open, and he could somewhat make out neatly hung rows of nice shirts and shoes evenly stored on a rack. Come to think of it he didn't believe he'd ever seen Cole wearing the same thing twice, not that he was ever paying much attention to his clothes before. But now, since they were being tossed to the floor, he was more perceptive. 

They made-out like teenagers, gasping and huffing between heated kisses. Cole finally pulled off Gavin's boxer briefs, letting them settle at his ankles while he ran his hand over Gavin's length. 

Gavin's head crashed back to the bed, his hair parting over his forehead. Gavin kicked his feet to rid himself of the last remaining garment. 

"Gavin, don't hold back for me." Cole cooed, nibbling Gavin's bottom lip. 

Screwing his eyes shut, Gavin willed his mind to relax. Cole was kind, caring, and safe. He knew this, so why was his jaw still clenched?

"I… I-" Gavin began to speak through panted breaths. 

Cole relinquished his grip and moved his palm up Gavin's stomach. His ab muscles flinched under Cole's touch. He waited patiently, tracing Gavin's clavicle until he spoke again. 

"I like you." Gavin managed to speak through labored puffs.

Cole smiled at the unnecessary confession. "I know, that's why you asked me on the date, right?" 

Gavin cupped Cole face in his large hands and brought him down to his lips. "It is. But, I feel like somethings shouldn't go unsaid." 

Cole took in a deep breath and blushed for the first time tonight. "I like you too, Gavs." 

Their lips ghosted over one another's in the dim room. The sparkling sky beyond the window was the only thing that lit the small space. Gavin put his hand up to Cole's chest and felt for his heart. The rhythm beat in time with his own heart, racing away in his chest. 

It was the moment that set the night ablaze. Cole locked his lips with Gavin's again, but this time he poured a searing sensuality into every press. Hands roamed one another's body with purpose and a genuine need to memorize one another. 

With passions ignited, Gavin moaned unabashedly as Cole's soft hand ran along his shaft. He moved in gradual motions up and down, squeezing Gavin's cock with just a bit of pressure. Gavin felt slightly guilty that he hadn't touched Cole intimately yet, but Cole seemed to like being the one to bestow the pleasure.

Cole's fingers began to roam, then he circled Gavin's hole. Gavin's face reddened to a fiery heat, and he embraced Cole in an iron grip. The pleasure to the sensitive nerves made Gavin's mind short circuit. He bucked and huffed while digging his heels hard into the mattress. 

"Relax, babe. Just relax for me." Cole moved his lips along Gavin's jaw and nibbled the shell of his ear

Gavin gulped, then took a deep breath. A calmness rolled over his body while Cole's finger slowly prodded him. A moment of peace came over him, and Gavin stared up at the ceiling. He relaxed his muscles, and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. 

He'd been so standoffish to so many people, not letting them get close. He didn't want to be rejected or hurt again. This time, he allowed himself to trust someone that he deemed trustworthy. He only kept a sliver of his guard up, just in case things came crashing down. 

Cole let his finger sink into Gavin until he was knuckle deep. He let out a soft moan that complimented Gavin's sigh. Cole's lips ran along Gavin's heated skin until he was close enough to whisper into his ear. 

"I want you." Cole sucked gently on the soft lobe and teased it with his teeth. "Will you let me take care of you?" 

Gavin's mind lit up, and his fingertips dug into Cole's back while he nodded. Chilled bumps shot down Gavin's torso each time Cole's teeth ran along his ear. It was the duality of pleasure that made Gavin see stars.

"Yes, yes." He clenched his walls against Cole's finger. Cole moved in and out of his ass with measured movements. "I want you too." Gavin nuzzled the side of Cole's face. He didn't know how Cole would react to this being Gavin's first time. Or did Cole already suspect? Either way, Gavin appreciated how slowly he was going and how communicative Cole was. 

Gavin kissed Cole's cheek, then the corner of his mouth. Cole moved his line of sight to look down at Gavin and align their lips. Cole worked his jaw, kissing Gavin with sensual fervor. Their tongues touched and slid along one another. Gavin had only been so far with others in the past. Minimal oral here, and quick handjobs there. It was nothing that had any substantial impact on his memory. 

Fingers tangled into Cole's hair, and Gavin tugged him closer. Cole gradually rubbed his hips over Gavin's thigh to gain some pleasure for himself. Cole added a second finger, stretching Gavin farther. His deep voice pitched, mewling against Cole's pillowy lips. 

Cole's icy blond hair tickled Gavin's face as he matched each rub of his hips with every dip of his fingers. They sighed in harmony while their bodies heated with exertion. Gavin moved his hand down and encircled his fingers around Cole's girth. He pumped a few times, in kind with Cole's thrusting movements. 

"Gavin…" He moaned his name, closing his pale blue eyes to focus on the sensation. 

The sound of Cole's voice made his stomach flip. Butterflies filled his torso, and he pressed his forehead into Cole's shoulder. His skin broke out into a sheen of sweat, and he couldn't tell if it was from blushing so hard or from the exerted movements they shared. 

"One- Ahh, Just one second." Cole kissed Gavin's cheek; then he moved up the length of the bed. He reached for this bedside table and removed a bottle from the top drawer. 

Sliding back down, Cole squeezed some of the contents onto his fingers and adjusted himself. He tossed the lube to the side, within reach. Getting between Gavin's thighs, Cole pushed them apart with his elbows and forearm. Gavin reached out to touch Cole's shoulder, squeezing when his fingers slipped effortlessly back inside of him.

"Talk to me, Gavs. How does it feel?" 

Gavin took a few deep breaths and bit his lip. "It feels good." 

Cole smiled, adding a slippery third finger. Gavin groaned and arched his back off the mattress. The feeling of fullness made Gavin's voice ring louder than before. Cole moved slowly, making sure his fingers were sufficiently lubed before continuing anymore. 

"How about now?" Cole pumped shallowly, twisting ever so slightly to gain more moans from him. 

"G-good." 

Cole quirked up a brow in bemusement. He stretched the fingers, scissoring them to prep Gavin's hole. 

"...And now?" Cole shot him a sexy smile. Gavin took his digits easily despite all his whaling. 

"It's good." Gavin groaned while his neglected cock strained.

"Just good? Do you have any more words in your vocabulary." Cole teased kindheartedly. 

Gavin turned his head to the side and bent his knees the faster Cole's hand moved. "It's great, it's incredible…" Gavin shivered with each wave of pleasure.

Humming in approval, Cole kissed the center of Gavin's thigh. His other hand moved to stroke Gavin's shaft, not squeezing too tight. He smeared the precum that dripped down Gavin's cock and used his thumb to please the ridge of his head. 

Gavin could feel Cole's knuckles stretch him further and further. The lines of his fingers felt achingly good slipping up and down his tight walls. 

Cole adjusted his knees to prop himself up. "Do you want me right now, babe?" His eyes glittered in the dim room, and Gavin simply admired them for a moment. 

"I want you," Gavin spoke softly. "Right now." He bit his lip, bashful that these words would even leave his lips.

With confirmation, Cole removed his fingers and pulled Gavin's hips. Cole twisted him around until Gavin's cheek was pressed down to the bed. He gripped the sheets hard, wrinkling the fabric, while Cole adjusted him into the position he wanted Gavin to be in. Gavin's heaving chest pressed firmly into the bed.

Cole's tip prodded Gavin's entrance while his hand ran along the curve of his ass. "You are…" Cole caught his breath, pressing against him. "You are so hot." 

Cole added another healthy squeeze of lube into his hand, then tossed the bottled to the side. He added the lube generously to the full length of his cock before proceeding.

It was slow and methodical how he eased his way into Gavin's hole. Shallow pumps to make sure his body would take him aptly. Gavin swallowed over his dry tongue and squeezed his eyes shut. The tenderness in Cole's movements far exceeded his expectations. His heart swelled, feeling Cole affectionately massaging his lower back with both thumbs. 

"It takes a minute," Cole's voice was laced with a sensual haze. "Let me know how you're feeling and what you want." He breathed as if he'd run two laps around the neighborhood. 

"It feels good, Cole." His voice wavered, but he knew Cole understood his nervousness. "You can… go faster." 

Cole let out a breathless chuckle and gripped either side of Gavin's hips. He sheathed himself entirely, filling Gavin to the brim. Pressing his face into the bed, Gavin let out a strangled outcry. It was pleasurable feelings mixing together with sensations he's never felt before that almost sent him over the edge.

The way Cole sped up incrementally was bliss for Gavin. Cole's fingers dug into his hips, helping Gavin's body to move back into the speed. Cole puffed quick breaths while Gavin groaned over and over with every thrust. 

His mind was fogged, unable to think of nothing but the way Cole's cock felt filling and stretching him amply. Gavin reached down to his leaking cock, dripping precum onto the sheets with every one of Cole’s thrusts. He began to stroke himself the best he could at the angle he was given. 

Gavin's back sloped sensually down to the bed while Cole drove into his ass. His hips snapped against Gavin's, making a fleshy sound that mixed well with their groans of pleasure. Gavin squeezed the head of his cock, feeling himself leak far more than he ever had in the past. 

"That's sexy, Gavin." Cole hissed between thrusts. "Keep touching yourself, that's so fucking hot." 

Cole slowed down and pulled Gavin's thighs apart more. He situated his knees and began fucking him harder than before. Gavin's bangs stuck to his forehead while he panted out a contorted version of Cole's name. 

"Fuck!" Cole griped Gavin's sides. "Gavs, I-I'm close." He stumbled over his words, and Gavin could hear how desperate he was. 

Gavin stroked himself faster, resting on his shoulder for support. Cole's cock felt so insanely good in Gavin's ass. He picked up the pace, stroking himself faster so he could finally respond. 

"Me too, I'm close," Gavin growled. 

Huffing, Cole rolled his hips into Gavin's. "Let's cum at the same time." Cole pulled Gavin's body back every time he moved to slam together. "Cum when I tell you to, can you do that?"

Gavin nodded eagerly and pressed his lips together to stave off the impending release. Cole pumped and pumped until he hissed in frustration. "Fuck, babe. I'm so close. I'm right on the edge." Cole lamented, fucking Gavin faster than before. 

He needed Cole to cum and fast. It was difficult holding back his release like this know it was going to wreck his body. Gavin pushed back with his knees into every thrust.

"I want you to cum inside me." Gavin's voice was breathless. 

"Oh, fuck." Cole moaned. The lewd words Gavin spoke aided his impending climax more than Gavin would ever know.

"Please," Gavin added, not above begging to get what he needed. 

"Oh…. oh god. I will. I will. I-" There were a few unsteady pumps before Cole spoke through gritted teeth. "Cum, Gavin. Cum for me." 

Gavin relaxed his muscles and allowed the pulse of pleasure to take over. Waves of ecstasy washed over him, setting every nerve ending ablaze. His dick throbbed in his hand, making his eyes roll back as he reveled the feeling. His walls flexed and clenched around Cole while he idly pumped. He was spent but allowed himself to pump his sensitive cock into Gavin just a few more times to savor the sensation.

Cole tipped his head down, hair falling into his eyes before he slipped out of Gavin completely. He tossed his body next to Gavin on the bed and felt for him with closed eyes. Cole panted, out of breath despite his in shape physique.

Gavin twisted around and moved over Cole's arm. He rested his head on Cole's shoulder as they both caught their breath. Cole was quiet for a long time but brought Gavin comfort by rubbing his hand up and down his back. 

Gavin took a moment to trace the lines of Cole's neck with his fingertips. He began mapping out every dip and bone structure along his way. 

"I am..." Gavin's voice was a gentle whisper near Cole's ear. "I'm so glad we met. I'm even happier we became friends." 

Cole's lips slid up in a wry smile. "You aren't friend-zoning me after that, are you?" He jested, chuckling to himself while pushing his hair off his sweaty face.

"Of course not." Gavin grinned up at him. "I am also happy we grew closer."

"I love that happy-go-lucky grin you got there, Gavs." 

Cole tilted Gavin's chin upwards. 

"I don't' smile often." 

"I know," Cole reassured, stroking his fingers along Gavin's cheek. "It just makes it that much more special." 

Cole pressed his lips down to his in a chaste kiss. Gavin kept the corners of his mouth curved up as he returned the kiss fervently. 

Cole asked him to stay the night and made sure Gavin had plenty of water before bed. The alcohol no longer affected him, but Cole wanted to make sure he didn't get even a hint of a hangover. 

Gavin gladly stayed, curling up to Cole under the fresh sheets and stealing his warmth. It was the most love he'd felt in a long while, and Gavin saved every single moment of that feeling he could.  

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I want to thank @tofuoto for being the catalyst for me to write all this out finally. I had a small drabble of Cole and Gavin that she drooled over and kept rereading over and over again asking for more XD lol. And to @somethinglacking for your support and making me stay hot for Gavin! I love Cole, and I love Gavin! So this was so much fun to write, and I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thank you!

Regarding Cole Fleur: This is an OC that started out as an Ikerev OC then I fleshed him out for Ikevamp. Then I fell down the rabbit hole of Mr Love and I put him in that world to. In conclusion, Cole is just my male insert OC for any and all otome apparently XD

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Fiesty : Part One

Nothing is mine but the plot.

Please message me if you notice any mistakes! I tend to overlook ‘em sometimes. Also, probably not safe for work. Will add more chapters if anyone’s interested :3

It wasn´t long until you realised what had happened. Neither was it long until you realised what was about to happen. Since here you were, the young damsel in distress, kidnapped by what potentially was a murderer.

Of course, you weren´t entirely oblivious to current events of your hometown. There was so much going on you doubt you could’ve missed it anyways. With the Overseer and the Horde on the loose and all. Though somehow you hadn´t been worried about that. Somehow it had never crossed your mind that you would be in the middle of one of these events. Yet you were. Yay.

Since here you were, chained to a bloody headboard. It was pretty old and made of some kind of wood. The walls were reasonably tall and coloured an ugly grey with spots of a darker and lighter one. Rays of sunshine coming through holes in the taped Windows enlightened the old room. An abandoned building perhaps? You expected it to smell foul and moist, though the smell of citrus filled your nostrils. How did that happen?

Curious about what else you could spot, you tried to sit up the best you could. In nothing but your fucking underwear. Great. And that´s leaving out two of those annoying-as-hell social butterflies from college chained to some pipes in the same room. Honestly, you´d rather just stab yourself than being stuck in a room with them.

Luckily, you had a feeling that wouldn´t take long.

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A little while later, one of those pesky little assholes woke up, and of course started screaming and crying, thus waking the other up, resulting in not one but two pesky little assholes crying and screaming in the small room with you. Awesome.

It didn´t take long until someone responded to that. Or in hindsight, was is someones?

A tall figure came walking in, smiling a sweet smile. Ah, was this supposed to be comforting? A well-built figure, towering over you, that had kidnapped you, BUT smiling. They were wearing a turtleneck and a long skirt. This was going to be an interesting experience.

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In the three following days plenty had happened. The same well-built figure had come in the room, speaking with a lisp and wanting to show you how he liked to dance. Apparently his name was Hedwig. He was 9 years old and somehow scared the pesky little assholes, whom you´d now learnt were named Lisa and Darcy, to death. You thought he seemed sweet really, and it probably couldn´t hurt to try and become friends with one of the personalities that held you captive. Thank god you´d heard about this Horde and DIS on the news or you´d have no idea what was going on. You´d also learnt that the smiling female personality was called Patricia. Now, she´s the one that scared you. Lisa and Darcy might have fallen for the smile-trap but oh no you didn´t. If there was one thing you learnt in life it was that the ones with a dead smile were the ones you ought to watch out for. She seemed to be in charge, since you saw her the most.

Then came Dennis, and you didn´t really know what to make of him. Sure, he was the ´strong and silent´ one that must´ve taken you all. AND he was a compulsive cleaner, but sometimes he looked as if something about all this was bothering him.

And that´s just the first day. In the afternoon of the second day the ritual prepping began.

It´s not as if you´re a real big fan of getting your hair braided by a scary as fuck woman was your greatest dream, but at least you got food. Finally. You´d also decided it would be smarter to just be polite to this Patricia, since you had the feeling that if you weren´t she would stab you in the eye with a fork. Which she did to Lisa after Lisa thought it was a bright idea to make fun of the mismatch of clothes Patricia was wearing. Ouch.

Thus, the situation was still miserable, but now Lisa has lost an eye, Darcy was in constant shock and you had Lisa’s eye-juice on one of your favourite shirts. You realise this might sound harsh, but you knew a lot of people like those girls and they were not really your type of people. Because of this, you were almost grateful that you were separated from them.

And just when you were beginning to wonder where Mr. Clean had gone he walked in to confiscate your eyeball-marinated T-Shirt. And there was still something about him you couldn´t really place. Of course you had to smile at him sweetly. Most men tended to have a weak spot for sweetish smiling girls anyways and you figured if there is a way I can exploit this i have to. No harm, no foul. Actually, how sick of a thought it might be, he was quite handsome, wasn't he? You almost slapped yourself for thinking that, but he was. Dennis was tall, confident, he was so muscled you could see it even through his thick grey outfit…

Preoccupied in your thoughts, you almost forgot you were supposed to be taking off your shirt until he corrected you. Eyebrows raised, hand held out waiting and all.

So, cheeky fuck as you were you wanted to try and play around a bit. You would most likely be dead in a couple of days, if not hours, anyways.

You did take of your shirt, though a little more slowly than you should´ve, wiggling around a but more than necessary as you attempted to pull the fabric over your bust. During the whole ordeal, Dennis was keeping eagle eyes on you. He watched your every move carefully, as if trying to understand. Was he on to you? You tried to make eye-contact the whole time, for tension but also to try and monitor if he showed any sign of interest or change. Nothing. Damnit, you thought.

And that´s when, when he turned around tp walk away with your shirt in his hands, with the sight of your womanly body in just trousers and your lacy bra imprinted in his mind, he stuttered when bidding you farewell! Ha! So Mr. Clean was does have a weakness. Now just hope you live long enough to do something with that. Blushing, you sat down on the bed. You know you were just putting on a show to trick Dennis….but you just can't help but be attracted to him. Am I really that fucked up? you thought.

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Fast forward three hours. You'd just met the Beast. He was crawling over your wall, bloody from what you guess were your previous roommates, yapping on about the weak and the strong and the damaged or something. Apparently you were impure?

Seemingly, you were going to die a painfull death anyways so why not ask what the fuck it meant. I mean, it´d be nice to know why he thought you should be devoured right?

Apparently, you were impure because you hadn´t suffered? Wait what? What the actual fuck did he know about whether you´d suffered or not?! Pissed off as you were, you lost the ability to shut up and told him about it.

´What in the living hell do you know about me having suffered or not, you bloody men are all the same! As if you can just look at someone and can make assumptions about every single bit of my life and who I am? Well, guess what asshole you dont get to decide! Not all bloody suffering is visible. Who are you to say I´ve never been hurt, never been attacked, never wanted for it all to be over? Jackass.´ You pretty much speech-yelled at him.

You had no idea where that came from…. and it felt pretty good. Until the Beast jumped down from the ceiling right in front of you, eyeing you. Then you felt regret and the pressing fear coming over you. Was he sizing you up? Deciding whether he believed you? And you thought exams were stressful.

Suddenly, he spoke ´Feisty…..but true.´ was all he said. When he was walking around you he was, what, sniffing you? when the sound of a door banging opened filled the room. People! Never did you think before you could be so happy with hearing lots of people coming towards you. But you were. You anxiously looked around, waiting for the Beast´s reaction. Would he simply run off? Would he attack them? Take your life anyways?

It wasn't long before you were put out of your misery. It was maybe a split second before he acted. He looked you in the eye. His sea-blue ones didn't give away his thoughts. He came closer and closer. Then he whispered in your ear ´see you soon´. You could just feel him smirk. Then he ran off as fast as he could, but not before licking a thick stripe up your neck.