#I'm so confused about our relationship to be honest

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Tatiana stood there absolutely confused with the revelation being presented to her. This whole time she had Cedric’s intentions all wrong. All those missed opportunities and time together could have happened earlier if they had just been honest with themselves. At this rate, she found the matter quite hilarious and inexcusable as they both were dancing around the idea of each other. However, the signs seemed to be completely there and on Tati’s end, she was too stubborn to realize it. “I…” She was at a loss for words as she began reflecting on the girls that he’d been with. It was all starting to make sense now, especially with the way they viewed her or his relationships were short lived. The mention of her comment about his boxing stance had her laughing instead she did remember that memory fondly, “Hey! I was very opinionated back then…And I know I still am, but at least now I can keep my intrusive thoughts at bay.” Her gaze immediately softened after hearing that he too didn’t want to risk their friendship. They both had the best intentions this whole time and it goes to show how much love they had for one another as they were always putting their needs first over their own. 

Cedric was always the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. It was one of the reasons why she adored him. He was always genuine and true to himself that he wasn’t afraid and even if he was, he knew how to put on a convincing brave face or always knew how to take it with a smile. This more so worried her when he started his career in boxing and when it ended. Despite everything, he still had heart and it was one of the many reasons why she fell in love with him. Therefore, to hear all this and see him not hold back had Tati in shambles as she felt like she fell short in their relationship. He was trying and she simply pushed him away. 

“You’re sweet.” she said at first before reaching for his hand again and holding it with her’s.  “I love you.” Tati flat out admitted with a soft smile. “Always have and always will and I agree, I feel like…losing you is scarier than being in this goddamn place and I guess with everything, I realized how short life is and how easy it is to miss opportunities and moments that matter…” Squeezing his hand gently, dark hues went back to the ring as she came to realize how surreal this all was, “I’m willing to give us a chance and build a future with you. I appreciate you being patient with me and I do want to take time to think about us before we officially tie the knot.” She wanted to be honest with him and marrying him right away would be too impulsive for her own good, instead she was willing to build their relationship together and strengthen it from all the time that was missed. As she met his gaze, a genuine smile crept onto her lips as she wanted Cedric to understand where she was coming from. "I know you're the one for me and I'm willing to give my heart completely to you. It wouldn't be fair to get married right away without encompassing both of our feelings and the certainty. I just want to make this right for the both of us and make up for the lost time."

His heart raced faster than it had in any boxing match as the word "rebound" left her lips. Rebound? The concept was so foreign to him it might as well have been in another language. Every single relationship he'd attempted over the past twenty years suddenly felt like he was just marking time, waiting for this moment. The ring between them blurred as his mouth decided to function independently from his brain. "Rebound? Jesus, Tati, you've got it completely backwards," he said, his voice sounding strangled even to his own ears. "If anything, every woman I've ever been with was the rebound from you." Twenty years of buried feelings came to the surface in one unplanned moment of honesty. It was like he couldn't stop himself. Trying to gather his scattered thoughts, he expelled a breath before going further. "No, it's not since we were fifteen? Try since the first time I met you and you told me my boxing stance looked stupid. I've been carrying this damn ring around for years, too scared to risk what we had, praying you'd somehow figure it out without me having to say it." His fingers traced the edge of the velvet pouch nervously. Deep down, he'd always known this day would come, but actually living it felt like stepping into the ring blindfolded. His heart hammered against his ribs as he forced himself to keep talking.

"I say anything because I was scared shitless of pushing you away." The only reason he'd kept his mouth shut for so long was because he wanted her not to hate him. "We've wasted so much time dancing around this when we could have been building something real." Her admission about pushing him away and coming back crushed him—they'd been circling each other for decades. All this time, and they'd both been hiding from the same truth. How crazy was that? "All those times I asked for advice about other women? I was testing the waters, hoping for some sign you'd be jealous or tell me to look closer to home. Meanwhile, I've been turning down perfectly good relationships because they weren't you. Not a single one of them could measure up." He finally met her eyes directly, all pretense abandoned. "They all knew it too. Every woman I've dated figured it out eventually. Why do you think none of them stuck around? They could tell I was comparing them to someone else. To you."

The tenderness in her gaze nearly broke him. After all these years of wondering, of doubting, of overthinking every interaction, here they were, finally honest with each other. "I'm tired of pretending. You gave me an opening and I figured it's like the universe giving me one chance to get it right." His throat tightened as he thought about his grandfather, who'd seen right through him from the beginning. "Pawpaw used to say we were too stubborn for our own good. Told me I'd waste my whole life waiting for the perfect moment if I didn't make one myself. Guess the old man was right all along." He swallowed hard, feeling more exposed than he ever had in his life, but also more certain. "And even with everything going on in this town, with all the danger, the scariest thing I've ever done was pull this ring out of my wallet tonight. I just... I want to know if you're willing to give this a shot. Give me a shot. We don't have to get married right away. I'll give you time to think about it. But if only want to," his face were the color of beets by now, he was sure, "only if you can see yourself loving me back and spending the rest of your life with me."

[primofate]

"Where'd you get that bruise--Oh," in which your Genshin lover gets a good look at the first hickey he left

Warnings: please excuse mistakes as I'm on a time crunch and also sleep deprived, suggestive but still safe for work, humorous in some parts

Other works in this series: (You say I love you for the first time)

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader  

Aether

gets flustered

"Uh-Umm... Maybe, you should..."

he wants to say cover it up but who is he to tell you what to do?

Starts to second guess if he really gave you that

Will start to think about the events of last night and deflates with embarrassment

Finally points it out, feels kind of bad that he left a mark

"It's just...distracting...I'm sorry if it hurt,"

Albedo

stares at it for the longest time.

There's a half smile, half amused look on his face, like he wants to be happy about it but doesn't want to be too obvious.

Just chuckles and points it out without any shyness whatsoever

"It's rather obvious, but do with it what you will,"

Comes up with some sort of concealing potion to help you hide it

Brews about a 100 of 'em

Alhaitham

Sort of does a double take, looks at it for a few seconds then looks you in the eye

"I'd advise you to hide it,"

he really only says that to keep things professional when the two of you go out

but in the next second he snakes a hand up your arm with a small secret smirk between the two of you

"However, I can't say that it won't happen again...Specially when..."

He recalls the events of last night at this moment, and it seems as if he's staring into your soul. He breaks away from you with a slight hum.

"...I best be going now."

He leaves you confused, but he only hurried off because he felt an urge to give you another one then and there.

Ayato

chuckles to himself

"Well, there's no hiding that I enjoyed myself,"

but gives you helpful suggestions on how to conceal it or at least make the colour less obvious, like putting ice against it, or something.

Speaking of ice, you can simply get it from the kitchen but Ayato is a tease... "I suppose my dear sister can adequately help you with that...Though what, pray tell, would you tell her?"

You kind of shrug and say that you'll tell her an animal bit you.

Ayato is amused "An animal," but there's a twinkle and hint of lust in his eyes. "Yes, perhaps that's what I become when it involves you. The statement isn't exactly a lie,"

Cyno

is silent. Not sure if he's happy about it or horrified.

Feels like a crime cause it looks like a bruise.

Does not say anything for a good minute because he simply doesn't know what to say and is talking to himself in his mind

Like Was I really the one who did that? Last night must've been...

Snaps out of his stupor when he's reminded of the events and clears his throat to catch your attention.

"Y/N...You...I...I've managed to leave a mark...on your neck..."

You absentmindedly touch it and let out a small ohhhhhhh in understanding

Clears his throat again and looks away, pretending to be busy with something. Flustered and doesn't know what else to say.

Dainsleif

Eyebrows involuntarily raise up at the marks.

Points it out immediately

"My dear, it seems that I had a favourite spot last night," and taps on your neck to let you know what exactly he means.

"I can conceal it with a little trick of mine, if you don't mind," he says he can make it invisible to the ordinary eye but some "special" people can see it, so...

"I suppose if you run into the traveller that you'd have to be honest about it. Hm? No, I don't quite mind if they know of our relationship,"

Diluc

is surprised, then apologetic

He didn't know is fully aware how rough he had been last night

Apologizes with a slight tint of red on his cheeks and can't seem to pry his eyes away from it.

"My apologies, Y/N. It looks like I was rather...careless...last night. You should wear something with a collar today...or perhaps, my coat?"

Is seriously considering repenting about it

Itto

"Whoa--"

Is legit about to throw hands but then remembers

"Oh yeah. I did that." while scratching his head bashfully

No shame about it afterwards, even has the gall to say

"I'm surprised it doesn't look worse! It was pretty wild last nig--"

You have to cover his mouth to save yourself from embarrassment

Kaeya

smirks and leans in close to brush his fingers against the hickey.

"It isn't the most flattering of marks but... it gives me quite the sense of accomplishment,"

winks, deadass tries to give you another one right away.

"How about we try that again? Just to even it out on both sides of your neck,"

is only half joking

Lyney

mischievous laugh

is more happy about it than shy, embarrassed or apologetic

"That wasn't very nice of me wasn't it?" but is still smiling

"Unfortunately I don't think I have any magic tricks up my sleeve to fix this one,"

Grabs and hugs you by the waist "I guess we'll just have to stay in, the two of us, until it's unnoticeable"

always looking for an excuse to spend alone time with you.

Neuvillette

clears his throat almost immediately when he sees it, like he choked on water

"Y/N," he starts rather sternly but falters and takes a few seconds to think.

"May I suggest wearing a scarf today?" is awkward about pointing it out so goes the roundabout way. You're so confused because it's the middle of summer.

"Well," he coughs once to try an explain to you. "I didn't have all manners of restraint last night...You were simply...irresistible,"

points it out by gently thumbing at it

Scaramouche

shit-eating grin at the sight of it

Doesn't tell you to cover it up, most likely wants you to go parading around with it.

"Tsk. What's the harm if people ask? Just be honest and tell them," he's just fucking around with your head now

but snatches your wrist and looks you straight in the eye with a confident smirk "And be sure to tell them who gave it to you. That'll teach them to back off,"

Tartaglia

laughs but is slightly apologetic

"Couldn't hold myself back, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

You tell him that the next time he leaves a hickey, he should leave it somewhere where it's more concealed.

"Oh?" sudden glint in his eyes. You might have said the wrong thing. "No take backs, Y/N,"

I think you know what or where he's thinking about

Tighnari

Doesn't say anything at first but immediately whips up a remedy for it. Some sort of green paste that helps with inflammation.

"Here," and hands you the bowl of herbs. "For that,"

He doesn't point at it but instead eyes it rather obviously

He also watches you put the paste on "Alright, just leave it for a few minutes and it should heal wonderfully,"

He doesn't exactly feel guilty but he's more worried that people will look at you weirdly.

"I suppose I'll have to be careful next time," with a sigh.

Wriothesley

laughs but bashfully face palms and tilts his head backwards

Recovers quickly and smiles apologetically

"Sorry love, couldn't hold myself back it looks like," lovingly takes your face in his palms

Can't hold his smile back "But can you blame me? I'm not gunna hide that I was way too excited,"

Suggests you to put a bandage of some sort over it.

"I'll try to be careful next time, but no promises,"

Xiao

Freezes while looking at it

For a split second is confused where you got such a mark but then flusters himself when he remembers it was from him.

"...Y/N..."

seriously does not know what to say

stands there staring at it that you finally just check in the mirror yourself. He hears you gasp and he kind of winces to himself and now feels a little guilty.

"I...didn't mean to hurt you,"

You quickly tell him it doesn't hurt, but you were just surprised.

Thinks for a moment, then mumbles, you can barely hear him "...So it's alright to do it again?"

Zhongli

chuckles, not shy about it. just amused.

"It's no one's fault except my own. I merely wasn't paying heed to how...carnal...my desires were,"

he again chuckles as he explains.

"Not to worry darling, I'm sure Bubu Pharmacy has something to remedy it. I'll be back with it in tow,"

brushes his fingers against the hickey as some sort of apology and promise that he'll fix it

End

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Fun (Lestat de Lioncourt x M! Vamp Reader)

Summary: You found this whole thing amusing—it was Lestat who pushed for an open relationship, not you—so how was it your fault when your companion became jealous?

tags: jealousy, typical Lestat, no mention of Louis or Claudia, reader doesn't really care, he loves seeing Lestat come undone, does mention Antoinette, fluffy/happy ending

You struggled to hold in your laughter, watching as Lestat paced the parlor of your home after scaring off your latest lover. "I don't see what's the problem." You drawled, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the spectacle that was a non-composed Lestat.

"You were the one who said we could see other people, fuck whoever we pleased, as long as we returned to one another. So, what changed?"

Lestat whipped around to face you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something deeper—something almost vulnerable. “What’s changed?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “What’s changed is that I didn’t expect to find someone draped all over you like a cheap coat, looking at you like you’re theirs to keep!”

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Isn't that how Antoinette sees you? A man who'd given her everything—even the Dark Gift?

The moment you mentioned Antoinette, you saw something flicker in his eyes, a brief flash of guilt that he quickly masked with renewed anger. “That’s different." Lestat shot back, his tone harsh, almost desperate. “I never let her think she had all of me. I never gave her what’s ours. She's just—”

“Just what, Lestat?” You interrupted, "Just a convenient distraction? Someone to keep you entertained when you’re bored with me? Or is she something more, something you don’t want to admit?”

“Don’t twist this around!” Lestat snapped. “You’re the one who brought this on! You’re the one who’s been pushing the boundaries, flaunting your little affairs in my face, acting like it doesn’t matter—”

“Maybe because it doesn’t!” You shot back, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I asked you many times, Lestat, if this was what you wanted, and you said yes every single time. Why should I feel guilty when I'm finally enjoying myself?"

"Because I never thought you would!" Lestat roared, his voice echoing through the parlor. His eyes were wide, as if in disbelief at what he said, but there was no taking it back. “I didn’t think you’d actually let someone else get close to you—close enough to make me feel like I’m losing you.”

The parlor grew silent after Lestat’s revelation, and while you wanted to comfort your companion, a grimace tugged at your lips. He spoke of his fear of losing you, but you couldn’t help but think about his ongoing relationship with Antoinette. Despite being a distraction, Lestat had returned to her for a century. Meanwhile, none of your lovers had even lasted a week.

"You're a hypocrite, Lestat. You truly are. Just admit it, you don't want to lose control over me. I'm to stay at home, waiting at your beck and call while you're out fucking anything that catches your fancy!"

"That's not true—"

"Stop lying!" You interrupted him, patience wearing thin. This conversation wasn't supposed to go this deep, neither you nor Lestat were good at conveying emotions, but perhaps this was the time to put aside shame and bear it all. "Just tell me if you want to continue this arrangement or not. Be honest for once."

Lestat’s eyes widened, his struggle evident as he searched for the right words. “I—” He hesitated, his mind racing but his heart already knowing the answer. “I want you.” Seeing the confusion on your face, he took a deep breath and continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

“I want us to be together, without these complications and uncertainty. I'll end things with Antoinette, even dispose of her, if you desire, to prove my sincerity and love."

Smiling, you abandoned the doorway and walked toward your companion. While it had been amusing to see Lestat angry and out of his element, this display of vulnerability was even more compelling. Gently tracing his jaw with your fingertips, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips brushing against his in a tender, reassuring gesture.

Lestat's eyes fluttered closed, his initial surprise melting into a soft, almost relieved expression. “I hope you keep to your promises.” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin as you broke apart. Your arms were still wound around his waist, tightening when the vampire laughed with joy.

“Oh, for you, I’m willing to do anything.” 

[taeaura]

Yap yap yap yap blah blah blah blah more Thomas Hewitt emotional stuff

My favorite GIF of him oml so handsome

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Just saw a post talking about how Thomas probably never had any friends {hit very close to home}, which got me thinking about just how intensely that affected him. Humans require connections, it's essential to our survival and overall wellbeing. Thomas' main influence is his family; And let's be honest, his family isn't all that great at fostering a healthy environment. I don't blame them, I doubt they were raised any better.

Thomas already seems like a closed-off, reserved, and anxious person. His anxiety seems to manifest in small fidgets, excessive staring, zoning out{?}, aggression, and isolation. This paired with his skin condition, facial deformity, and difficulty speaking would make socializing extremely difficult for him. I doubt many people attempted to socialize with Thomas. He was probably that one kid in class who sat by themselves and never spoke up. {I used to be that kid, totally not projecting or anything..} It's fair to assume this stunted some social growth for him, and I doubt being seen as an outcast is any good for your confidence. Confidence isn't just necessary for presenting yourself comfortably, it's also essential for expressing your thoughts, emotions, and boundaries. Putting yourself out there, achieving goals and milestones.

This would most definitely bleed into his relationships {of any kind really, romantic, sexual, platonic, family.} He would not express his emotions to you. Not easily anyway. Want a man who communicates properly despite language / ability barriers? Not gonna happen. Thomas would most likely shut you out. Shut anyone out just to protect himself from further emotional pain. I doubt the Hewitt family puts any emphasis on healthy communication anyway. And Thomas doesn't have experience to model a healthy partner. I'm sure he's an affectionate person, just not by default. ESPECIALLY not during the 2003 timeline. His confidence has grown, sure, but his family has gotten even more socially isolated, making social cues less likely to be processed properly. Another thing, {which connects to the previous statement,} Thomas doesn't fully understand social cues. Not much anyway. {I've discussed this so much, I apologize for the repetition.} He's an observant, quick learner, but that doesn't mean his brain computes certain things {am I projecting? Maybe}. I don't think he'd understand that staring at someone whilst they eat isn't appropriate {to most people}; He'd probably stare into people's car windows from afar, watch people from other rooms/windows/doorways, ect. Now, that doesn't mean Thomas is a nosey guy; Because I don't think he is. He knows not to eavesdrop, and he knows when to mind his business. I think it's more of "I'm zoned out / I'm confused and trying to figure you out" type of staring.

I'm sure Thomas understands boundaries.....the family’s boundaries that is. Hoyt disrespects boundaries all the time; But Luda Mae puts him in his place when {she feels} need be. Monty just flat-out refuses to acknowledge boundaries. That guy is arguably worse than Hoyt; He'd be offending like Hoyt does if he still had legs, I'm sure of it. He's just not as vocally aggressive as Hoyt, but I'm getting off-track here. It seems like Thomas has to respect the family's boundaries, but they don't have to respect his. Nor do I think he understands how to set up boundaries. It's kind of an unspoken rule in the Hewitt household that the basement is Thomas' space. No one goes down there without reason. That's probably the only boundary they respect. {I'm sure Luda Mae gives him space and patience though.} Combining his lack of knowledge / experience with boundaries, his excruciatingly-low confidence, and his social alienation, Thomas would be very, very hesitant towards intimacy. Having to not only be physically exposed {which is such a sore subject for him,} but emotionally?? Mentally?? That's not something he's used to nor ever been encouraged to embrace. I doubt Thomas even understands sex on an emotional level. {What seems to be} His only experience with sex is through his uncles; And maybe Luda Mae's "no intimacy before marriage" lectures. And you KNOW how Monty and Hoyt view sex. There's no intimacy there; It's just the primal, selfish urges. Now, I'm sure deep down those two want genuine intimacy and emotional connection; They've just buried it so deep down to resist being seen as 'weak'. Thomas most likely picked up on this, at least some of it, which has influenced his views on intimacy. He'd really have to trust someone on EVERY level; He also might cry after, idk. OR feel very uncomfortable. Probably have a moment of existentialism and some serious rethinking to do. Not necessarily about the act itself, but how he views it and what he's been taught. To add onto his hesitance: I see a lot of fan fiction involving him and the reader getting married within 1-5 months, which just..doesn't seem too realistic to me. Thomas most definitely has a lot of self-doubt, and the family wouldn't adjust to someone that quickly. I'd say AT LEAST a year before they {the family} consider it. Anyway..this is long enough but I'm fully willing to do pt. 2 on anything I've covered before :)

TLDR: Thomas would definitely need some guidance, the whole Atlantic Ocean's worth of reassurance, and some lessons on boundaries.

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Anyway, yada-yada, Thomas needs some guidance and emotional regulation tools, what's new - 🫀

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Mame is fielding one of my favorite shows, what is the world coming to?

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

(This was gonna be ready yesterday and then I realized I'd missed 2. Sigh. I'm doing well.)

Feb 2025 Week 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 10 of 12 - SHUT UP. I love them more than anything. I love how nervous and hesitant Thame was the next morning. Def the younger boy who bagged the experienced older dude. This show makes me go “aww” a lot. I do hate this part of the plot though. Because I loathe parasocial fandoms with every fiber of my being and this is why.

The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - The plot has gone wildly off the rails, like into Days of Our Lives waffle iron territory. It is utterly absurd. But I'm still watching it.

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 12 end - I love Style so much. The perfect Brat but he is playing Petruchio not the shrew! Ironic and very kinky twist on the original. I also love how most BLs are like “we’re gonna separate them for 2-5 years in the final ep” and Kant & Style were all “fuck that noise.” 

Summary

Jojo directs this action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) meets tattoo artist ex-booster (First) and very flirty mechanic (Dunk) conmen. I dithered over how to rate this. It felt like an 8 show wearing a 9’s britches. There were dropped threads, forgotten characters, and unfinished plot lines even with a particularly long run time. And, for me, it doesn’t have significant rewatch potential. But it was fun (when one applies no expectations or logic) and I enjoyed the wildly unhinged relationships and, weirdly, music. I mean nobody claimed that we needed Taming of the Shrew only with gay Thai hitman, but we really needed it. And no one asked for Petruchio as the gayest brat ever to strut his perfect skin and copped-top across our screen, and yet we loved him for it. Sure it didn’t make sense, was utterly absurd, but it was terribly earnest and sexy about it. IN the end this goes hand-in-hand with all these other absurd crime pieces we’ve been getting since KP, and frankly I like this one the best from Thailand so far. 9/10 but I’m slightly uncomfortable with that decision.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 16 of 24 - It’s cute. They were cute. I enjoyed it. But I am still mostly just looking forward to the next couple.

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 7-8 end - I forgot to watch this one for over a week, goes to show how engaged I am. Anygay, ep 7 amnesia trope is ago. A lot the ep was fuss in hospitals so I went ahead and watched the finale as well. It was fine.

Conclusion

Given its charmingly simple premise and a solid lead pair, this could’ve been quite an tidy little BL, but it went all weird and slapstick and overtly sexual (and I enjoy high heat). It was a little bit like YYY meets modern Thai BL but mixed with early Japanese pinks. All very strange. I ended up being half bored half annoyed half confused half embarrassed. And if that’s too many halves for you, now you know how I felt. 5/10 

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 4 or 10 - Umm plot? Where are you?

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 6 of 12 - Workplace harassment, form of... Thai BL. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Is the live-in boyfriend meant to be perceived as a psychopath or just a controlling monster? I love how blunt Sei was with him. Such and honest little bean. Ah, controlling monster.  Well, I really hope they can resolve this in the final episode. Despite all of the pain I’m enjoying it, it's being true to itself.

This is JBL doing its thing and toeing the Tokyo in April party line. I don't know why anyone would expect anything different. Go watch Eternal Yesterday and drink me later. This is what Japan DOES with BL at least half the time. The more JBL we get, the more of this kind of show we get with it. It's a numbers game - just add bruises.

Heart Stain (Korea Weds IQIYI) eps 3-4 of 8 - I have to admit that the only reason I even tolerate love triangles as a trope is because of K-dramas. But I still don’t like it. That said, I do like all of the honesty and conflict that's built into this story and frankly dealt with because of the trope. And I love how massive Woohyeon is so baby girl. The lap sitting was extremely cute. The teacher finding them lap sitting was also cute. And the handhold drag afterwards was cutest. The whole scene was adorable. 

FC Soldout (Korea Thurs iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 8 - Tiny idiots. Every. Single. One. (@heretherebedork you must be loving these boys.) Give me a sec to talk to a character: Captain. Sweetcheeks. You know there are better ways to exhaust your adorable boy-toy late at night than forcing him to do physical labor, right? Or, at least, not that kind of physical labor.

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 9 of 12 - Oooo. emotional Ever 4. Poor baby. I did want to see him kick ass. Hopefully that’s the beginning of next week’s episode. 

Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds Viki) eps 6 of 9 - Very little happened in this episode. Lots of flashbacks. And stuff we’ve already seen.

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 2 - Ooo 2 timing? Coils within coils, tongues within tongues, my goodness these boys are getting around. It’s all very messy gay drama llama ding dong but... comedy. It’s a new one on me. But sooner that than Thailand’s Only Friends version.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 1-2 of 12 - Shy aspiring singer inherits funeral business. Nice to have something more from Taiwan to watch. But this is extremely odd, and somewhat extreme behavior, given the premise. That is a lot of personnel and sunglasses just for one guitar-playing influencer. Even if I agree that he shouldn’t be allowed to play. Surreal that it’s a mafia funeral business, although I suppose it makes sense. It’s not creepy, but the creep-factor is high with this show. It's also v thirsty already. I kind of like the sides, but they seem to be in a different BL. So far, mostly whiplash but I'm not mad about it.

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 2 of 8 - It remains awkward and cute, but a little boring for a short. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 19 of 20 - Today in: how to tell your suicidal stepbro you wanna d**k him out. 

It's airing but......

Gelboys (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 1 of 7 - I’m immediately terrified by the fact that he’s carrying a guitar around. It’s slow with that dirty gritty high school authenticity thing from OG Love Sick. Which is not my favorite style of any show, let alone BL. I always get Kids PTSD. I think I’m gonna give this show a pass. It’s just too far out of my wheelhouse. I don’t have patience for this right now.

The Last Time (Thai WeTV) trailer - from 2024, not sure about this one, looks dark. Since it's also difficult for me to get hold of I am giving it a pass until I know about the ending.

Speaking of which...

In Case You Missed it

I Will Turn Back Time (China Gaga) 6 eps - Spies report it does not end well. Stepbrothers trope = yeah! but all other messaging = boo. I'm not gonna bother.

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[withlove-angel]

How would they confess to you ?

(Luffy, sanji, zoro, Buggy, law)

Luffy

I think Luffy would be very straightforward with his confession, he wouldn't want to beat around the bush or cause any confusion. He would be very clear about his feelings for you and how much you mean to him. He might not be the most romantic person in the world but he would try his best to show you how much he cares about you and how important you are to him.

He might start by saying something like, "You know, I've been really enjoying our time together, and I have to say...I'm starting to fall for you!" Then, he might add, "Oh, who am I kidding, I've completely fallen for you! You're the only person who can make me smile like this and I never want that to go away." He might even end his confession with, "So, wanna be my treasure?"

Sanji

Well, Sanji might not confess right away, but he might start with subtle hints. He might drop little compliments or flirt a lot more. He would also make an extra-special meal to impress you. Eventually, he might get up the courage to tell you how he feels, and he would say something like "You're so beautiful and kind, it's hard not to have a crush on you"

That's true! Sanji does like to flirt, but he's also very respectful of women and their boundaries. He wouldn't push if you said no, but he might be a bit... persistent... if you said maybe, or said you wanted to get to know him better before making a decision. He might ask you more questions about yourself and your interests, or try to impress you with his cooking or fighting skills. But he wouldn't force you into anything, even if he does really like you

"I love your smile, and your laugh. Your eyes sparkle like jewels and your hair is like the sun on a sunny day. You're strong and brave, and you don't let anything stop you. I want to be the person who makes you smile the most in the whole world. My heart is yours; will you please accept it?"

Zoro

The way I envision it, he'd confess during a time of quiet, peace, and contemplation. He'd be hesitant, nervous, probably even a little awkward in his own way, but he'd do it without hesitation because it's what he's feeling. He'd want it to be genuine and sincere, and maybe it'd even be a spur-of-the-moment decision. If it's a more emotional moment, his swords might even be discarded to the side, as a symbolic gesture

*deep breath*" Oi. You know it's me, right? There's something I wanna get off my chest. It's not easy for me to put it into words. I don't know if I'm making sense... But here goes. I kinda like you- like like you. A lot. I think I've felt this way for a while now, but I haven't been able to say it. I know it's a lot to just say out loud, and it feels a bit... reckless. But I gotta just get it out. I like you."

Buggy

Buggy likes to present himself as powerful and intimidating. But deep down he's just an insecure guy who worries about what others think of him. In a private setting with someone he trusts, I think Buggy would be a lot more honest and open about his feelings. But he would still do it his own way, maybe in a roundabout way without actually saying the words "I love you".

I think Buggy would be very loyal and protective in a relationship, and he'd make sure that his partner knows that he values their connection deeply.

He would be careful not to say anything overly cheesy or melodramatic. He might try to lighten the mood with a joke, or compliment you in a way that makes you feel special and important to him. He would probably try to impress you with his strength and courage, and show off his abilities as a fighter and leader.

He would probably also be quite thoughtful and sweet, and show that he really cares about your well-being and happiness. But he wouldn't want to be too vulnerable or emotional, so he would likely try to keep things light and playful.

"So.. I.. err.. *cough* you're the most beautiful and amazing person I've ever met. (Turns all red) *cough* I mean... err... you're not too bad I guess. (Tries to smile) Wanna.. err.. be my partner.. I mean... umm... *cough* wanna be my romantic partner? Yeah, that's it. *cough* That was a joke, right? Right?"

Law

Law is the type to give subtle hints that he likes someone while keeping his feelings under wraps. If you like him too, you'd probably have to make a move first. He's the type to deny his feelings until the moment they're expressed. He has a hard time displaying his emotions, although he's quite a warm person internally.

If you confess he would probably be stunned at first. He wouldn't expect this to happen. However, once he processes what's occurred, he would probably say something along the lines of "Oh... hmm. Is that so?" His expression would definitely display his surprised and potentially pleased state. Though, he'll probably keep his answer brief and ambiguous. But the slightly blush and smirk on his face dont lie...

[nekropsii]

Wild how when I call Shipping Culture oppressively pervasive and awful for any Aro/Ace with the gall to enjoy anything on the Internet, I get called a Fun-Hating Killjoy and told to just shut the fuck up or off myself, no matter how mild or polite my comment is. Wild how when I say a character either is textually Aro/Ace or is easier to read as Aro/Ace than Alloromantic/sexual, people start talking down to me like I'm a child who doesn't know anything, saying "Friendly reminder that Aro(s)/Aces can Date/Have Sex too, just like us Normal People!". As if I don't know anything about my own identity. Wild how when I do either of these things or even just say I'm not into a pairing or uninvested in shipping in general people call me fucking homophobic, even if the (at least popularly perceived - let's be honest, people are wrong half the time) genders of the characters is never once made relevant. Even though their reasoning for me being homophobic is lack of investment in a gay pairing they like, and nothing more. Wild how people throw little baby tantrums at even the gentlest criticism of Shipping Culture, or someone choosing not to engage heavily in it. Wild how they have the audacity to ask, with hostility, what the fuck Aro(s)/Aces are talking about when they say Shipping Culture is hostile to Aro/Ace fans, or ask what's wrong with them when they say that they aren't into Shipping.

It's almost like Bigots don't realize they're being Bigots when they do Bigotry, so just saying you're not a Bigot isn't enough. It's almost like Aro/Ace people know what the hell they're talking about. It's almost like we have a fucking point. It's almost like we're valid in expressing contempt and frustration with the constant expectation to engage with Romance and Sexuality at every waking moment, even if we're Romance and/or Sex Favorable. It's almost like we're tired of getting our identities erased, and we're tired of expecting to "act normal", and we're tired of just taking it when Allos use the Favorable members of our communities as a scapegoat for why they should be allowed to totally erase any of our representation just for their "Harmless Queer Fun" - deliberately, and I mean DELIBERATELY, failing to recognize or acknowledge the character's orientation, and how an A-Spec's personal relationship with and expressions of Love are going to look drastically different from an Allo person's - and call us the Bigots when we even glance in the direction of objection.

It's almost like Allo/Amatonormativity are oppressive forces.

Alloromantics/sexuals are constantly looking for any reason they can to call Aro(s)/Aces unloving, unfeeling, frigid, soulless, cruel. Inhuman. They're looking for any reason they can to call us whiny children, stupid, people who "just haven't found the right one", addressing us only as "Works in Progress", or someone who can have their sexuality corrected with the right stimulus - Conversion Therapy and Corrective Rape are okay when it happens to us, after all. Any reason at all to call us heartless monsters. AlloAces are confused children. They can be fixed. AroAllos are manipulative, unfeeling sexual predators. They can't be fixed - just kill them. AroAces are frigid, mean bitches. They can be fixed. God forbid you're Aplatonic. God forbid you're part of the Repulsed spectrum. God forbid you're one of the Loveless. God forbid you hold any pride in your identity, God forbid you don't keep your mouth shut, God forbid you critique the overinflated importance Allos place onto Love as a concept. God forbid you critique something as asinine and juvenile as fucking Shipping Culture. Do any one of these and you've put a bright red, blazing neon target on your back.

Wild how the only real humans amongst us are the Romance, Sex, and Friendship Favorable who put their head down and mask as Allo, and side with the Allos when their fellow A-Specs get too loud for the comfort of their Allo friend's delicate little fee-fees. After all, Vitriol and Harassment are warranted when an Allo's feelings get slightly hurt that an Aro person says, on their own account, to no one in particular, that they're sick of every tag being 80% Shipping Content. Which is a vehemently evil personal attack, clearly.

Wild.

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH8

To further guide you into your new life, Mommy takes you to a sex shop, introducing you to the benefits of certain toys...

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Dom/sub undertones. Pet names. Sex shop. Sex toys/vibrators. Semi-public assisted masturbation. Vaginal fingering. Fluff. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 5.8k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9–10–11–12

A/N: Mommy POV incoming! Age and name reveal (again) because she is an original character (inspired by the women I tagged). We learn a bit more about her life and the world she lives in. (Reminder that this is a fictional relationship borrowing elements from Dom/sub and caregiver/little dynamics. I'm taking massive creative liberties here!) By the way, the next two chapters will have no Daddy in them, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, Mommy took over. He'll be back soon though! (More info on Reader in previous A/Ns.)❗ (Please READ THIS if you're confused about the tags I listed this under!)❗

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After lunch, Isabella decided to finally confront you with the things she only ever teased at, the implications, the ideas, the expectations. She knew you still had no idea what it really meant to be a submissive, their submissive even, as eager as you were, and as grateful to be off the streets and heading towards a new chapter of your life. It was cute how clueless you were.

She knew that Noah had already taken it further than she had initially planned their little arrangement to go, the horny bastard, but that was part of his charm, and luckily you hadn't shied away from his advances. Indeed he seemed to have pulled you in fully, with whatever he had done to you. So as furious and jealous as she had been when he had whisked you away over night without telling her, she was glad about it too.

Now she didn't have to beat around the bush anymore.

And so she took you to Lady Noir's Naughty Needs, a horrible name for a sex shop, but the selection was good, it was discreet (she preferred to enter the store through the back entrance like she preferred to enter most things, to be honest) and subtle enough to trick you into a sense of safety.

Lady Noir, who was a very tall and very creative transwoman, with a voice that was either like nails on a chalkboard or a good scratch down the back, had done a splendid job in dressing the shop in elegant blacks and reds, lots of velvet and lace, it was extravagant like herself, but also comfortable enough to soothe the nerves of an anxious girl – and you were indeed quite taken aback as Isabella took your hand and led you through the door along the black velvet covered hallway into one of the 'testing booths'.

You took a timid look around the small space, wide eyes scanning the black leather couch as she motioned you to sit down. You looked so cute and fashionably out of place with your pink sundress, side braid and white frilly ankle socks. Soft lighting illuminated the otherwise dark room, but nothing could hide the dusting of heat on your cheeks.

On a low table in front of the couch sat a thick catalog, and as Isabella sat down next to you, she pulled it towards you and flipped it open. “Now, shall we talk openly, cariño?” she asked, turning back to look at you. Your eyes were glued to the selection of various sex toys on the pages in front of you.

You blinked before you met her gaze. “Yes?” you mused, looking at her like a deer in headlights.

“You agreed to be our submissive,” Isabella started quietly, “and while I did explain a few details to you, I just want to make it clear what it is we're expecting of you.”

You nodded, listening closely, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“You, the submissive, are to give up control to us, your Dominants, me and Noah, your Mommy and Daddy. You will do as we say, you will trust us to know your limits, you will let go for us. We want you to be our little girl, someone to cuddle and pamper and take care of, someone to make us feel good. While we might be considered your caregivers, we will not only guide you through life, we will also do with you as we please.”

She watched you as she talked, and when she paused, she tapped her fingernails on the catalog on the table. You held her gaze, anxious but curious, attentive and alert.

“This is first and foremost a sexual arrangement, mi amor, this shouldn't be a surprise to you considering the things we did already experience together, hm?” She leaned towards you a little, her hand moving to rest on your thigh, fingers curling around it. “And as you never said anything against it, I can assume you are okay with us touching you like we did?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” you murmured without hesitation.

“Are you a virgin, darling?”

“No,” you said, averting your eyes as shame crashed through you.

Isabella knew, or at least put the pieces together in a way, that you were raised rather conservative with how you struggled to talk about things that should be natural. It still came as a surprise to her that you apparently already lost your virginity.

She raised her eyebrows in a questioning fashion, and you added: “High school boyfriend, didn't last very long after...”

“Ah,” she made, squeezing your leg. “I see. What a shame, I'm sorry. But trust me, we will appreciate you for much longer, as long as you will let us.”

“B-but I don't... don't have much experience...”

“And that's okay, you don't have to. You just have to be open to new things. Are you open to new things, honey?” Isabella whispered, leaning closer, a smile on her lips.

You bit your lip, but quickly nodded again. “Yes.”

“Good,” she said, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “Can I assume you never had sex with a woman before?”

Her question made you flinch a little, which she laughed softly at. “I... uh, I kissed a girl before, before you, obviously, but no... uh... no s-sex...”

“And do you want to have sex with a woman?”

You just nodded, staring at your lap, at her hand firmly pressed between your tight thighs.

“And what about being sandwiched between a man and a woman, at the same time?”

You looked up then, still chewing on your lips. “If... if that's okay... with you...”

She chuckled. “Sweetheart, it's what we want! Both of us. We will have our fun individually, but mostly, we want to share you. This is for us too, you know? Trying out new things. Like you, sweet girl.” She slipped her hand lower, under the hem of your dress. “But don't think it'll just be you and Daddy having fun while I watch, or you and me with him watching, no, I really mean share. You were made to handle both of us at once, you know?”

You frowned at that, squirming a little against her hand.

Isabella sighed. “Okay, let me be blunt, my dear,” she started, scooting closer, retrieving the hand from between your thighs to wrap her arm around your shoulders, pulling you against her. Her other hand found your chin, turning your head so she could whisper into your ear. “Have you ever had anything up your pretty little bum, mi amor?”

The heat that radiated off you was instant. She laughed softly, brushing her lips against your ear. You croaked out a barely audible “No”.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, tracing the tip of her tongue along the shell of your ear. “A sweet little virgin bum... the things I will make you feel, cariño. I can't wait...” She pressed her cheek to yours and made you look back at the table. “We're here to buy some new toys, you know? I'm in need of a new strap, and as it's going up your butt, you're here to pick one out. That okay with you?”

Your face was positively burning. You were staring at the catalog, at the picture of a woman wearing a strap-on with another woman kneeling in front of her, ass up, aesthetically positioned to only suggest the action. Then you started shaking, your breaths rasping past your parted lips. “I... I don't know...” you whimpered quietly, unable to pry your gaze away from the scene on the table.

“Hmm, I know it sounds scary, but it will feel so good, darling. Just imagine riding Daddy's cock, his hands on your hips, you looking deep into his pretty eyes, and I'm behind you, stuffing your other hole, filling you up so much you can barely breathe. But oh the sensations... I can assure you it will be like nothing you've ever experienced...” Sighing deeply, she rubbed her cheek against yours, feeling the warmth burning under your skin. Her arms wrapped fully around you, pressing you against her chest. “Don't be afraid, sweet pea, it'll be amazing. Your head will be so empty, you will not have a worry in the world!”

She felt you swallowing hard, your breaths still a little labored. Your heart must be beating out of your chest. It amused her more than she wanted to admit. She could imagine this to be absolutely terrifying for someone who'd only had her cherry popped unceremoniously by some clumsy boy, dumped after and never had any real sexual adventures since then. To fall into the hands of an unconventional couple who enjoyed all aspects of kink in a very excessive way must be quite overwhelming.

But you had to see the benefits of it too. One day you would. She knew for a fact that sex in any form was a great way to battle any kind of anxiety, having been there herself. When she was your age (which was only about ten years ago), she found herself in a world where she didn't belong, or got told this by anyone around her. To not just be a woman, but a Latina, in a world full of old white men, trying to convince conservative and sometimes racist people to see her vision, had been exhausting and discouraging to say the least.

But then she had met Noah, also still a greenhorn, a young man with great potential, working harder than anyone she'd ever come across. While she was battling prejudices and stereotypes, he'd battled the fierce competition, but he still managed to push his company into higher spheres, network his way around, grow roots in a world full of gardeners who loved to cut down anyone to even attempt to toss them off their thrones.

She had been drawn to his dominant aura, to the way he filled a room, became the center of attention without doing much. At first she'd submitted to him, wanted to learn and soak up anything he could teach her, but he soon turned her into craving more, make her own success, dominate as well, become the one to turn heads, and not just for her looks and aura, but also for her sharp tongue and brilliant ideas.

He gave her the confidence she needed (by sharing the power, both in the office and in bed), and she was grateful, and she knew it could benefit you as well. She wanted to make you shine again, be someone, find yourself, let go of all the crippling fear and doubts, and the only way how was by being pounded senseless. She'd gone there, and she'd see to it that you went there too. It would help you so much to just let go and take whatever she and Noah gave you.

You still seemed anxious, though. She hugged you tighter, kissed your warm cheek. “Don't be scared,” she whispered once more. “We'll ease you into it, one little push at a time. It may sound like a lot, but I'll make sure you won't be overwhelmed, unless you come to the point where you want to be overwhelmed, of course. Oh, cariño, it's the best feeling to let go and just take, to let it happen, to lose control. Trust me, I've been there. You'll love it.”

Your breathing eased a little as you leaned into her, but she could tell it would be a long journey to get you to be completely comfortable with anything sex related. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to take you to Lady Noir, but you were here now, so why not throw you into the deep end and get it over with.

As if she'd been waiting for her cue, the store owner then entered the small room, rapping her knuckles on the door. “Well, hello there,” the tall woman cooed, her deep voice thrumming through the air. “Who have we here? Aren't you the cutest little bean I've ever seen!”

You stared up at the towering presence of Lady Noir who was wearing a tight black skirt and an even tighter black top, accentuating toned arms and an impressive bust that even rivaled Isabella's, who leaned back and crossed her legs, smiling. “This is Lady Noir, darling, say hello,” she whispered, nudging your side gently.

You cleared your throat, attempting something of a bow that made her smirk. “H-hello,” you said quietly, introducing yourself.

Noir leaned in and grabbed your extended hand with both of hers, so large they dwarfed your small one, her dark skin shining in the dim light. “Oh I am delighted, little one.” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand before releasing it again and sitting down on the edge of the table, where she crossed her legs and faced you and Isabella on the couch. “So, what brings you here? Need any new toys, Bella?”

Isabella laughed softly, tilting her head. “You know me so well,” she said. “Well, as you can see, we got ourselves a little girl, finally. And she is so perfect, the perfect little thing, aren't you, honey?” She looked at you, and you met her gaze, highly embarrassed. “So humble and shy,” she added, raising her hand to pat your warm cheek. “Obviously, we want to ease her into it gently,” she said, turning back to Noir.

The other woman nodded, her chin resting on her palm with her elbow on her knee, her long legs toned and smooth, exquisite black high heels on her feet that swayed with her motions. “Of course, don't want to break the precious thing, hm?” she mused, her dark eyes gleaming. Today she had her black locks arranged in intricate rows of thick braids that swirled around her head like large snakes. “Do you have any experience with sex toys, my dear?” she addressed you with a soft tone.

You looked up, blinking in confusion (such a cute look on you). Then you shook your head.

“No? Not even improvised one? Ever stuck a pen in there? Or a cucumber?”

Your eyes widened, and you looked down, shaking your head more furiously, your hands clenching around the hem of your dress.

“What about fingers? Come on, baby girl, I'm sure you have at least tried your tiny little digits before? Rubbed a little? Dipped a bit?”

Isabella saw you swallowing, watching you curiously. You gave the tiniest of nods, just a jerk, a shudder through your body. Noir chuckled deeply.

“That's all good, little one. No one's born a porn star, right? Well, I was, but let's not talk about me,” she laughed. Her words made you look up with something like confused interest. She took the catalog into her hands and flipped through the pages. “You know, this should be obvious, but self love is so important, such a natural thing. Best to relieve tension, to clear the mind, to focus on other important things. Flicking your bean really is nothing to be ashamed of. But if you prefer to let others work for you, I can only recommend a variety of these,” she added, holding out the catalog towards you, open on two pages full of various vibrators.

Your eyes scanned the items, and Isabella could see the heat crashing into your head. You were shaking like a leaf. She pulled one arm around you, settling her hand on your waist, scooting closer to you. “It's alright, honey,” she soothed quietly. “Do you want to pick something?”

You blinked, your eyes watering the longer you stared at the items. “I... I don't know...” you breathed shakily.

“Pick a color,” Noir chimed in. “We'll pick the rest for you, hm, sweetheart?”

It came to nobody's surprise that your finger hovered over the more subtle colors, a light pink, a faded purple, a soft blue. Isabella gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Good girl, good choices,” she whispered before she looked up at Noir. “Can you give us some of the smallest now? We'll come back once she's more accustomed.”

The other woman nodded with a wide smile. “Of course. Shall I slip in one bigger one, just to test the waters?” She gave Isabella a wink, who nodded with a smirk.

“Please do, I know you know best.”

“I do, darling, I do.” She stood up then, flipping the catalog as she turned slightly. “Oh, how about these? I can get them in all sizes and the colors she chose?”

Isabella laughed, following the finger pressed to a page full of strap-ons. Normally she'd prefer black ones, harness and dildo, but these came in soft pinks as well. If it would ease your nerves, she'd switch out her old set-up. Not that you would see a lot of what would be going on behind you, but maybe the idea of having something girly stuck in your butt would help with the sensations. (It would also be better to train your other holes, including your throat, with something that didn't look as intimidating.)

“Good thinking,” she said. “I'll take these, and two of those,” she said, nodding at Noir, showing her her selection. She'd go for pink, but the sizes were non-negotiable. You'd get used to it.

The tall woman nodded. “Anything else?”

“Get us a lot of lube,” she added with a wink, leaning back, her arm still around you. “I'm sure we'll need it.”

A shiver crashed through you, but you didn't show any more reactions, probably stuck in your own head, worrying your little brains out. This wasn't to humiliate or embarrass you, it was to show you aspects of your new life, of the world you had entered. She hoped you'd see that one day.

“Can we stay here for a moment longer?” Isabella then asked as Noir turned to leave, ready to prepare her order.

“Of course, anything for you, my love,” she said with a soft smile. “Do you need anything? To take the edge of?” Her last words were lower, only meant for Isabella's ears.

She just looked at the other woman, who understood without words before she bowed her head and gave her a wink, then disappeared through the door. You seemed to relax a little once Noir's towering frame had left the small room. Breathing deep, you settled against Isabella.

“Relax, mi amor, Mommy's got you,” she cooed, pulling you closer until your head rested on her chest, her fingers gliding over your head. “Why are you nervous?”

You took a shuddering breath. “It... it's all so new... to me...” you replied quietly.

She nodded, leaning down to press her lips to the top of your head. “I bet, but don't be overwhelmed. Like Noir said, this is all natural. Nothing perverse or filthy about self pleasure, or pleasure in general. It'll help you.”

Before you could say anything to that, the door opened again, another woman, one of Noir's assistants, came in, carrying a tray with two glasses of champagne and a small (bright pink) egg-shaped object next to them. She put the tray down and bowed her head, before leaving without a word.

You stared at what had been brought in. “Want to pick it up?” Isabella asked quietly. You sat up straighter on the couch, swallowing audibly. “It's just a little vibe, honey, feel its texture, its weight, turn it on, test it out.” She grabbed one of the champagne flutes and took a sip, watching you.

It took you a long moment before you reached out to the item, tentatively sliding your finger over it. She could tell you'd never used anything like this before, you even held it by its thick tail as you finally picked it up. She leaned in and switched the sides, letting the heavier egg-shaped part rest on your palm while she pressed the button on the end of the tail. You flinched when the vibrations buzzed in your hand.

“You wanna test it out?” she mused softly, pressing her shoulder into yours. “Don't worry, it's clean and safe. You can trust Lady Noir, she's the best.”

“She's a little... intimidating,” you whispered, skillfully ignoring her question. “So tall, and her voice...”

“Wait till you see her naked,” Isabella laughed, letting it slide. “She has the biggest cock you'll ever see in your life. And that thing is intimidating!”

You stared at her, confusion washing over you. “But... she's a...”

“She was born a man, dear,” she said with a gentle smile. “Started in the adult film industry when she was just eighteen, then quickly figured she didn't like being an anonymous cock. I still envy the boob job they did on her, so impressive. She moved into the spotlight, made quite a name for herself, The Black Switch, they called her, but as all things are eventually, she left the porn biz to start her own, creating the best sex toys you'll ever use. The softest feel, the most power,” she added, stroking the vibrating item on your palm. “Do you want me to help you with it?”

You bit your lip, staring at the pink object before you blinked and looked up at her with wide eyes. “Here?” you squeaked.

“Why not? We're all alone here. The walls are thick, nobody is coming in. It's just us, sweetheart, and you've been alone with Mommy before, haven't you?”

She took the vibe off your hand and turned it off, scooting back on the couch. Then she pulled you into her lap, your back resting against her shoulder, legs draped over her thigh. She nudged them apart and gently pushed the hem of your dress up.

“Do you trust Mommy?” she whispered into your ear, her breath ghosting your skin.

“Yes,” you replied quietly, settling against her, allowing her to push your legs further apart until they fell open over her own.

“Good girl,” she praised, the hand holding the toy pressing against your stomach, the other moving under your dress, her fingers teasing at your crotch. It was warm and damp already. As much as you fought these things, you were still clearly affected by them. Her dirty talk, the pictures of the toys, the prospect of using them. It got to you, and she was glad.

She rubbed your mound for a moment, feeling the fabric of your underwear sticking to your slick skin. You tried to relax on her lap, but your breaths came out labored, your lips parted and trembling, your body stiffening under her ministrations. She moved her fingertip along the edge of your panties, slowly pulling them away from your cunt, exposing your hot skin.

Her other hand shifted the vibe and turned it back on, on the lowest setting, a gentle hum, but when she brought it down between your legs and teased it against your hooded clit, you gave a sudden jolt, almost slipping off her lap.

“Easy, mi amor, just relax. Let it happen,” she cooed. You inhaled deeply, leaning into her. “Good, just breathe, let me make you feel good...”

She pressed the vibrating object back against your smooth mound, sliding it along your slit, letting you feel the soft buzzing. Little gasps escaped you that made her stomach tense. So adorable. Her fingers soaked in your wetness when she moved the toy against your core, and as she gave your clit a little prodding, she imagined feeling it throb against her tongue, the idea of licking up your slick making her close her eyes, a low moan rasping through her.

“Oh my precious little girl, you feel so sweet, I bet you taste just as amazing. I can't wait to dip my tongue into you,” she whispered into your ear, relishing in the shudders crashing through you, both from her words and the constant buzz against your sensitive bud. “Will you let Mommy eat you out, sweet girl? Can I have you for dinner tonight?”

You gasped, your body shivering against her. “Yes, Mommy,” you moaned quietly.

She continued holding the vibe against you, imagining the flush of your skin, the constant drip of arousal, the sweet scent filling her nostrils when she would eventually bury her face in your cunt. She couldn't wait, but she had to. This was not the place for something so intimate and new to you, no matter how private they were right now. This was just to get you to relax, let go, feel the power of pleasure wiping the worries away.

When you started grinding your hips against her hand and ultimately the vibrator, she pressed it harder between your labia, nudging your clit, letting it slide up and down, every thrum sending little shivers up your body while little mewls slipped out of your throat. Your hands were gripping the fabric of your dress bunched up in front of your stomach, chest heaving as your breaths quickened, and when she finally pushed the egg-shaped toy lower, against your entrance, you gave a shrill little squeak as it slipped into your cunt, swallowed by greedy muscles, clenching tightly.

Isabella added a finger, wanting to feel the contractions of your sweet pussy around the buzzing item, and you threw your head back against her shoulder, moaning quietly, your noises tense and muffled, and she told herself to teach you to be really loud, to let it all out, to not care about anyone hearing you. One day. For now she quite enjoyed your little squeaks and yelps and gasps, the way your body squirmed on her lap, your thighs twitching, itching to snap together if it wasn't for her hand holding them open.

“Feels nice, doesn't it?” she whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. Her index finger nudged the toy a little deeper, its thick tail coiled around her pinky to hold it in place.

She pushed and prodded, watching your reaction, and when you suddenly stiffened, a voiceless shriek parting your lips further, she knew she'd found the right spot. Holding the vibe in place, letting it buzz softly against your sensitive nerves, she savored the fight you fought, struggling against the pleasure building up inside you.

“Yes, just like that, baby, let it happen. Purr for me, kitten...” Her pinky curled, pressing the button at the toy's tail, increasing the vibrations.

You mewled, moaned, gasped, writhing against her, your hands grasping for her arm, to hold it there or pull it away, she wasn't sure, and neither were you.

She watched you, how you tilted your head back, eyes squeezed shut, lips trembling, cheeks aflame, chest rising and falling faster, straining against the stiff fabric of your dress, your legs kicking uncontrollably, little twitches all through your body, and she held the vibrator inside you, along with two of her fingers, feeling the soft clenching of your walls, the slick amassing in her hand, dripping out of you with every new wave of pleasure.

You came with a soft gasp, melting into her embrace, hips stuttering, thighs spasming, your hand tightening around her wrist before you relaxed, let go, slid away into the bliss pulsing through you. She tugged at the toy and pulled it out, then turned it off, cradling it in her hand for a moment, warm and wet, as she let you come down from your high.

“My good girl,” she sighed softly. “That was beautiful, so beautiful, just like you.”

You turned your head and buried your burning face in the crook of her neck, your body boneless on her lap. She wrapped her free arm around you, and you settled against her, legs pulled up, your hands clutching at her waist as you held onto her. Your breaths were still labored, hot against her neck, but any kind of tension was gone from your body.

She brought the wet vibe to her eyes, watching your slick glistening in the dim lights. Inhaling deeply, she filled her nostrils with your sweet scent, she even moved it closer, cradling it in her hand but then only extended the fingers that had been inside you. Her tongue swiped along her fingertips, her moans loud in your ear as she licked your wetness off her skin.

“You taste divine, my sweet,” she whispered, breathing deeply. “Thank you for indulging me.”

You hummed into her, a sleepy little thing in her arms, cooing softly. “Thank you, Mommy,” she heard your faint voice. “I think... I needed that...”

She chuckled. “I'm sure you did, always happy to lend a hand, mi amor. You can just ask, okay? I will give you anything you want. You are my sweet little girl after all.”

You gave another hum in response, snuggling into her.

She allowed you a few more minutes, just sitting with you, holding you, enjoying your presence. You leaned into her, so fragile in a way, such a cute thing, slipping more and more into your role as if it was an inborn instinct to act like this. She'd known you were perfect, from the moment she'd seen you sitting on the street, so lost and lonely and anxious, your eyes so hollow and hopeless. If she'd believe in it, she'd say it was love at first sight.

Whatever one would call it, it was the moment she truly felt the need to nurse you, help you, pamper you. She had spent the last decade on top, dominating, putting people down, showing them their place, always below her. But with you, it felt different. She'd still be telling you what to do, but for the first time in her life, it would be in a nice way, a caring way. It was all new to her too, but it felt right, you made it so easy to hug you and care for you, to let her own softer side shine through while she vowed to make you feel good.

Whatever the future held, she knew it would be glorious. She couldn't wait to feel you come undone on her tongue or on her strap or on her fingers again, over and over, until she was satisfied and you were a trembling mess with an empty head. That was the goal. Fuck those worries right out of you.

Inhaling deeply, she rubbed her hand over your back. “Did you fall asleep, cariño?” she asked softly. You mumbled something in response, and she laughed quietly. “Do you think you can walk now, baby?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you muttered under your breath, slowly shifting on her lap, sitting up, stretching your legs before you clambered off her, holding onto the armrest of the couch.

The skirt of your dress was wrinkled and bunched up, your panties still pushed aside, showing the soft glistening of your folds. She leaned in and fixed you up, rearranging your underwear and smoothing your dress down, then gave you a soft pat to your bum and stood up too. The used vibrator vanished into her purse.

“Now, what are you in the mood for next?” she whispered as she put her hands on your warm face, looking down.

You pursed your lips, thinking. “I don't know. Anything you want, Mommy.”

Your voice was so soft, almost sleepy, she couldn't help it, she had to lean in and brush her lips against yours. The kiss was short but sweet, and she had to lean away with a sigh as her own desire flared up inside her.

“Hmm, what do we do...” she mused, pulling you against her as she started walking towards the door of the small room. “Shopping again? Or... oh, ice cream, maybe? Or a milkshake? Though we should probably get a smoothie, something healthier, huh? I could show you my gym, or we could do some yoga? Have you done yoga before, baby?”

She kept talking as she led you through the velvety hallway again, nodding to one of Lady Noir's assistants who came forth with two large bags. The young woman followed them, through the backdoor and over the parking lot to the car, where her driver took them off her hands and stored them in the trunk.

And Isabella walked with you in her arm, leisurely making plans or suggestions, knowing you wouldn't be able to choose anything in your current state of mind. It didn't matter either way, she'd be content just walking with you, sitting next to you, spending time with you. It was relaxing to cradle you against her, to focus on you instead of her own busy mind.

She settled you next to her in the car, pulling the seat belt around you, before her hand slipped automatically between your legs, rubbing against your damp underwear. You turned your head to her, your cheeks flushed, but your eyes a little clearer now.

“Can we go home?” you whispered then, biting your lip.

Home. How fast you'd adjusted. She smiled at you, parting her lips to reply when you continued:

“Do you think Daddy is back yet?”

She froze, turning her head to hide the scowl on her face. Something about the way you asked that didn't sit right with her. This was her day with you after all. He had already brought you back late, cutting off precious hours she could have spent with you. And he was still on your mind, even though you had her fingers at your cunt.

“He's probably still working. He's a busy man, mi amor, don't get your hopes up.” She couldn't make her voice sound any less resentful, so she cleared her throat and looked at you, forcing herself to smile. “But I'm here for you, cariño, isn't that enough?”

Your eyes widened before you blinked quickly. “Oh, of course, Mommy, I didn't mean –” Sure you didn't, she thought bitterly, but smiled all the same, curling her hand around your mound.

“It's okay, baby, relax, no harm done,” she said, tilting her head as she watched your warm face, an idea swirling through her mind. “Oh, I know what we can do. Unless you really want to go home?”

You swallowed, shaking your head. “I... I want to be with you, no matter where,” you replied quietly.

Your words should have eased her doubts, but instead they were tainted and she couldn't take them seriously. And deep inside, her old ways flared up again, wanting to prove to you who she really was, that you wouldn't need anyone but her. She knew she was flawed in that way, and while you did bring out the good in her, her not-so-good side was still very much alive inside her.

And so she gave your cunt a gentle rub, smiled sweetly and leaned forward a bit to tell the driver:

“Take us to the Pet Cafe.”

Chapter 7 🔷️ Chapter 8 🔷️ Chapter 9

End notes: Hey, so, I made Mommy a Latina because I love Latinas and I want to throw in more Spanish pet names and “show off” the Spanish skills I honed after almost two years of Duolingo "classes"... (Needless to say: I mean no disrespect, I truly admire Spanish-speaking people and I always wanted to write a character like this. Also I am aware that some of these pet names differ from country and region, so let's just imagine Mommy having a Spanish mother and, I don't know, a Mexican father, or vice versa, or from another South American country. Again, please don't take offense, I am just a humble European admiring other cultures because my own sucks so much..., I'm bound to make mistakes, so I apologize in advance.)

On another note: I have no idea what Mommy and Daddy do for a living, what kind of company they have, what kind of business. Any kind of economics or economy talk makes my writer brain hurt, so I ask you to imagine whatever you want them to do. The important thing is: they are successful in whatever it is they're doing (and unlike a certain other man from another story of mine, all they do is very much legal). In the end, it doesn't matter too much, I hope. It's about their relationship with Pumpkin after all.

Thank you for reading! New chapter every Saturday!

Up next: You're going to the Pet Cafe, whatever that is...

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K so like its night time and y/n is cuddling with megumi and yuji barges in and sees them both and is like “You’re cuddling with megumi are you guys dating?! :O” then the next day everyone is just asking you “aRe YoU rEaLlY dAtInG mEgUmI???” By the way i love your posts❤️

megumi is just so perfect for secret dating bc he would beg you to keep your relationship a secret, like, right off the bat. like before you're even official- probably before he's even confessed.

omg.

megumi coming to you in a panic and it worries you bc you don't often see him stressed and the boy looks like he's about to pop a blood vessel and you're being so sweet to him meanwhile he's grabbing you by the hands and making you swear to not speak a word of this to yuji or nobara- and definitely not gojo. poor confused you are like "ok sure but what are you talking about??" oops megumi forgot about the part where he's supposed to tell you how much he likes you and thinks that you should give him a chance at making you happy- but we all know that goes well because you're literally in love with him already adlhgkajflkgh

and for a while you're pretty good at sneaking around, because it's sort of fun actually. every secret look or note passed has your heart racing and you wouldn't have it any other way, as long as you have each other.

but after a few months the two of you get fully settled with one another and you start to slip up. with megumi pulling your chair out for you or holding the door for you but not the others, you start to get a few questioning looks. and you might have called him megs in front of the others one time- he might not forgive you for that one because now everyone calls him that to get on his nerves... oops.

it's not like either of you are trying to get caught, you both enjoy the benefits of dating in secret so much, you don't necessarily want to give that up. the others will definitely berate and interrogate you one day for keeping your relationship a secret for so long, but... it's just so nice.

"maybe we tell them when we graduate?" you hum, trying to brainstorm with your boyfriend to find the proper way to break the news.

megumi's chest rumbles under your cheek when he groans. if it were up to him, no one would ever know. surely he could have a successful relationship with you that way, right? it's been easy enough to cover it up so far, surely you could elope and build a life together in secret as well? shit, would gojo take it personally if he didn't tell him he was getting married? suddenly his mind is swarming with what a secret private wedding would look like, meanwhile you're laying against him in sielnce waiting for his response.

"megs..?" you call softly, trying to draw him out of his thoughts.

"maybe we fake our deaths. relocate. how's italy sound?"

you chuckle, tilting your head back to peer up at him.

"you're afraid of gojo, aren't you?" you hum knowingly. megumi glances down at you briefly, looking away as soon as you wiggle your eyebrows. you chuckle again.

"i'd be open to other places, too" he continues his thought.

"i think we should just rip it off like a bandaid," you ignore his getaway plan. "tell them we're together and have been all year. then if they have questions-"

"i'm not answering their questions" his voice is a mere whisper, as not to disturb the calming atmosphere you've created, but his words are final. you tap your finger against his chest a few times.

"i'll answer the questions then, you can just... stand there"

"do i even have to be there?"

"i don't think they'll believe me if you aren't" you giggle at the idea of trying to convince them that yes that stoic moody boy is actually a complete romantic towards you and you never thought a love like yours could be possible.

"are you saying our friends don't think i'm boyfriend material?" he asks, and you know he's baiting you, but you're honest with him anyways.

"that's exactly what i'm saying," you say, grinning up at him despite the scowl of fake hurt on his face. "but i know otherwise"

"fine. we'll tell them. and then you can answer the questions. and i'll... be there. for emotional support"

you giggle some more, tucking yourself further against him while he stares at the ceiling in despair. he already knows all of the questions your friends are going to ask and he can't help but dread them in advance. still, it will be nothing compared to the interrogation he'll surely receive from his guardian, later, when you aren't around to protect him (and his dignity)

"it'll be nice to be able to just say we're going on a date instead of you faking to be sick and me pretending i'm on an assignment. sneaking around was fun and all but..." you trail off, and megumi averts his gaze from the plain ceiling, peeking down at you where you nuzzle into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. he knows you're going to fall asleep on him, because you always do, but he doesn't mind. even if it makes his arm fall asleep. "i don't want to hide how much i love you anymore"

and then his escape plan sounds silly when you put it like that. so he hugs you tighter against him as you start to drift off- he can tell as your head feels a little heavier against his collar- and he brushes his lips over the crown of your head.

"i love you too, sweetheart," he murmurs. "we'll tell them as soon as you want"

he just wasn't expecting the moment to be ruined by his door slamming open and your friends inviting themselves in, only to be shocked at the scene they interrupted.

queue the noisy accusations and questions. megumi tries not to say i told you so as you tiredly sit up and rub your eyes so you can answer all of your friends' curiosities, while he pulls the blanket over his head and tries to pretend he wasn't there.

of course he doesn't want to hide that he loves you... but for fucks' sake do they have to do this here and now????

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summer collapsed into fall

summary: gojo satoru has no favourite colour. he feels no need nor interest to have one, either. pairing: gojo satoru x reader [unspecified gender] tags: slight undertones of teacher-student relationship BUT there is NO ACTUAL romance between them; can this be called pining? idk; character study like fic of our sweetest satoru *cries* he deserves sm better; fluff but with a mild serving of angst; wc 0.8k notes: fic title inspired by a quote by oscar wilde; fic inspired by this lovely post i saw on pinterest; jjk isn't mine; loosely related to 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate'; tumblr hates me using dividers hence the new fic format ^_^

satoru doesn't really have a favourite colour.

it's never quite crossed his mind. and even if it has, he has never seen it to be important enough to allow it be anything more than a passing thought, a meaningless thought---it is not like his life will be impeded should he not have a favourite colour, nor is anyone ever going to ask him what it is, so why bother?

but now, as you peer up at him expectantly, having already listed your top five favourite colours and why you love them so, satoru wishes he did bother back then.

he decides to feign confusion.

"what?"

"what what?" you shoot back, eager gaze not wavering one bit, "i just told you my favourite colours; aren't you gonna tell me yours? it's fine even if you have just one, sensei."

but is it fine if he has none?

throwing his watch a quick glance, he turns back to you. then exhales a quiet sigh, tired but the farthest from annoyed, when he sees you're still waiting for his reply... shutting the bus window beside, he turns to lean against it, shifting to face you properly.

and sighs, decidedly noisier this time, "this isn't the type of questions one asks their teacher, y'know? they are too casual, meant more for a friend than for a teacher."

"you got to be the last guy to lecture me about etiquette, sensei," you retort without missing a beat, huffing a quiet, amused laugh.

"and after the time i had to bring you to ieiri-san after you passed out from drinking a bit too much: i guess we're a bit more than a teacher and a student, aren't we, sensei?"

not really... no.

while satoru believes your first point to be a debatable topic, he does not think the two of you are anything but a teacher and a student, no matter how much help you extended to him or will in the future---it's not like he isn't grateful, though. he is; he really, really is---it's just his belief that few acts of kindness do not necessarily cause a friendship between people, and he intends to tell you this very clearly---

but finds he cannot. he simply cannot.

not when you say, still so eager but with an undercurrent so achingly soft that even the strongest wonders if he can handle its weight: "i'm not that bad a friend, y'know---you can ask others if you want; they'll tell you i'm a good friend, not the best but a decent one---"

"why don't you guess what's my favourite colour?"

rude, yes, horribly so. satoru knows, he knows this very, very well. but what can a man do but divert when he's being unsettled by words like the ones you addressed to him, by the tenor you employed for him---

although now that he observes you consider his suggestion, the man wonders if diversion was the right tactic or not.

he could have just lied and told you any random color. he could have chosen to be honest and told you he has no favourite colour like you and probably the rest of the world have.

but no, he doesn't.

satoru does not opt either of the above two painfully simple, painfully easy options. choosing instead to ask you to guess what his favourite colour is... satoru never really anticipates he'll end up being this much more unsettled, thanks to his decision of diversion:

if there was a subtext of a haunting softness in your manners before, the sorcerer reckons it is the text now, typed out in bold letters then underlined and highlighted in neon---you too shift to face him, even moving the bag kept in between to your lap and shifting a bit closer, but still a respectable distance away---only to punctuate your effort with a keen stare, much too gentle, at him.

it's scary, he thinks. yeah, undoubtedly scary. but somewhere in the back of his mind, something says it's also comforting.

many eyes look at satoru throughout the day. they gape, they gawk, they study the man and every small aspect of his person with many different kinds of reasons behind them. but before today, there has never been anyone who has regarded him with this much care, that too for a nonsensical cause like yours...

he wonders, just what are you seeing in him?

just who are you seeing in him?

"it's orange, isn't it?" you exclaim abruptly, leaning a touch forwards with a snap of your pointer and thumb. voice too loud. smile too big. eyes too bright, way too bright---

satoru takes not even one whole second to decide:

he now has one favourite colour.

[metallicames]

Teenage dream

Part 1

Description: After a night of passion, the reader must return to reality and face her father and James and figure out which direction to go and whether to follow her feelings.

Warnings: angst (very little), age gap, petting.

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The silence of the return trip overwhelms even my thoughts. My father has obviously been weird all day with me and James and now I don't know how to start the conversation. I feel terribly guilty and embarrassed but I want to make him understand that I did what I did because I wanted it for a long time and that James treated me in the best way possible.

"So... how long have you liked James?"

His question throws me off, I stop staring at the fields outside the window and turn to him.

"Well.. I've always had a crush on him to be honest." I confess embarassed.

"I would never have expected this thing... from either of you!" his tone is dark and serious, I can see he gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

“Dad…I’m sorry, but I want you to know that it started with me…James behaved well, he didn’t-” my sentence stops halfway.

“Y/N don’t justify him, you’re a girl, he's a man, he could have avoided it!” the words come out of his mouth almost shouted.

“But I’m 20, I’m not a little girl anymore! You’re just annoyed that he’s your friend!”I exclaim almost trembling with anger.

"No, you don’t understand…you're my daughter I don't want you to suffer. I’d rather you never see each other again!” His words hit me, a lump forms in my throat and I try to swallow, holding back the tears.

"I don't even know if he'll be interested in seeing me again, it might have been the first and last time..” my voice shakes I don't want to believe my own words, in my heart I hope that James likes me even if this would make things complicated, especially with my father.

“Y/N I'm sorry to tell you but it's better this way, he's always on tour you're studying and you have to commit to college, it's not a feasible thing”. His tone becomes calmer and sweeter, I know he's right but I wish it wasn't like that. I go back to looking at the fields out the window getting lost in my thoughts until we arrive at our destination.

I spend three days with my head completely elsewhere, in class I can barely take notes my brain continues to process possible scenarios of what could happen. I don't even know if James has spoken to my father, I don't know what his intentions are, I feel suspended unable to act and think clearly. I don't talk about it with anyone, not even my roommate with whom I have a good relationship, I'm afraid that she'll confuse me even more and that she'll deceive me just to make me feel better.

While I'm lost in my thoughts in the college's yard my phone rings making me literally jump out of the bench and I come back to reality, I read the name on the screen - Hetfield - my head spins and I feel my heart rate increase, I stare at the phone unable to act, after a few seconds I take a deep breath and I answer.

"Hello? James?" I try to keep a calm and relaxed tone but inside I feel like I'm dying, "Hey! Sorry to bother you are you in class?" - "I just left", I lie shamelessly, actually I'm on a bench staring into space.

"Sorry, I'll be quick, what time do you finish today? I was thinking of picking you up, I need to talk to you” his tone becomes uncertain and I understand that my father must have said something to him, I remain silent for a moment before answering.

"Ummh. Ok fine, I'll finish at 6.30 pm, I'll send you the address of the exit so we can meet there" - “Perfect, see you in a couple of hours.” His tone is almost cold, detached as if he does not want to reveal any emotion and I begin to fear the worst.

We say goodbye and I spend the next few hours paranoid.

It's 6:20 pm and I head to the bathroom to get myself ready while I try to calm down, I don't know why I'm so nervous I almost want to throw up and my heart is racing like crazy. I take one last look in the mirror, -with my girly skirt, my college sweatshirt and my backpack I look even younger, shit- I think to myself.

I head towards the exit and find James' black pick up parked outside, the sun is setting, I cross the road and look around hoping no one sees me.

"Hey, hi James" I exclaim as soon as I get in the car, even though it's only been three days I've missed seeing him and smelling his perfume.

"Hi Y/N! How are you?" he turns towards me he takes off his sunglasses and looks at me smiling, I notice a change in his gaze the light I had seen when we were in the mountains has gone out and I glimpse a hint of worry. "I'm fine, and you? Are you tired?" I ask as I fasten my seat belt trying to avoid his gaze. “A little, I'm thoughtful, I talked to your dad. Wait let’s go to a quieter area...” While he speaks he moves the car away from the entrance. There is a few moments of silence in which I try to process the information. “What.. what did you say to each other?” My eyes look at him as he is intent on driving, I want to cry but I don’t want to create even more embarrassment so I hold back the tears with all my strength.

“He’s worried Y/N, and I feel like shit, you know, he’s a good friend of mine and I don’t want to wrong him. I don’t even know what to do, what happened the other day it's stuck with me.”

The pick up stops near my apartment and James looks at me again, his gaze penetrates me and makes me feel completely exposed, as if he could see my thought.

“I talked to him too, he wants to protect me but at the same time he forbids me from doing something that makes me happy, because I like being with you James, you make me feel good.” While I speak I turn towards him with my body shortening the distance, I see James’s gaze linger for a few moments on my legs and then rise to my face.

“Me too Y/N, I’ve thought about you often in these three days, but there’s always a part of me that tells me that it’s wrong. I’m much older than you and I should make the right decision even if it hurts.”

The faint hope that had been created inside me vanishes, I shrug my shoulders and start playing with the edge of my skirt so as not to show my disappointment. I thought he wanted to continue seeing me instead he seems to have found a nice way to tell me that he wants to move on with his life even if his body language confuses me. He seems cold and detached since I got in the car as if he wanted to keep his distance but at the same time I notice that he is holding back as if he fears what he might do if he let himself go, his eyes betray him.

"Ok, I thought you cared.. so.." I feel so stupid.

He moves closer with his body, reaching out a hand towards mine and squeezing it: "Of course I care Y/N, and seeing you here in front of me makes everything more difficult..".

The warmth of his hand makes me melt, without realizing it he is making the situation even more painful.

"If this is your decision I don't want to force you...it'll remain a good memory I hope for both of us and... I don't know what to say James.. " My eyes fill with tears of disappointment I look out the window avoiding his gaze.

An almost surreal silence follows, his eyes are fixed on me then I improvise, I undo my seat belt I take my backpack I open the door.

As I prepare to leave James grabs my arm forcefully, I turn around confused and I linger on his eyes, dark, intense.

Why is he doing this to me?

before I can process his gesture James comes closer to me, tightening his grip on my arm and kisses me tenderly on the lips, resting his forehead against mine, running a hand up my neck and then resting it on my cheek.

“your dad is right when he says it's complicated and if we keep going we'll hurt each other, I know what's right, but I need to keep doing the wrong thing” he murmurs.

I'm almost in shock, the constant alternation of different feelings leaves me in a daze that fades away when James kisses me again this time with more passion. I let myself go trying to turn off my brain for a moment while James slowly slides his tongue into my mouth, letting out a little moan. Our tongues meet, rolling over each other, savoring and intertwining with more and more passion and desire, stopping when lips are just barely touching and we breath each other's air, our breathing already labored. “I can’t resist you…” he whispers, placing a hand behind my neck.

I put a hand on his warm chest, and as James begins to kiss my neck I slowly lower it, feeling every part of his torso covered by the thin layer of his shirt under my fingertips, stopping just above his belt. I feel his altered breathing in my ear as he bites my lobe, returning to kiss me shortly after. My hand goes down meeting his big erection pressed against his jeans, I touch it making him pant harder in my mouth, I want him so much that I'm going crazy, his body is a magnet, I can't resist him.

Our hands explore each other's bodies, his fingers make their way along my bare legs giving me goosebumps, they creep under my skirt, I open my legs slightly to make room for him and I feel his big hand approaching my core. His thumb moves on the fabric of my panties sending shocks of pleasure through me as it reach my clit, I squeeze my legs slightly at the sensation and he smiles at me letting out a little giggle. While our tongues meet again his thumb applies more and more pressure moving my panties to the side making me wet from the growing stimulation.

Our mouths search and devour each other, our tongues intertwine while our bodies become impatient as do our hands.

I start to undo his belt and slide my hand into his pants, feeling his bulge under my fingertips and start to palpate it making him gasp deeply. When I open my eyes to admire him and stare into his blue iris out of the corner of my eye I see a car parking near us.

“Shit… that’s one of my roommates” I pull away from James and wave at her pretending to be indifferent while he still has his fingers stuck on my cunt. “Do you think she saw us? Do you want us to move?” he asks me almost dazed with his pupils completely dilated and his lips glossy.

“I don't know! Is better if I go back inside, they’ll all be back home now. I want to take it slow, I mean, see how it evolves and tell them about this later.” Obviously my body would like something else but I try to be rational and not give in to my instinct.

"Ok.. so are you leaving me go home in this state? You’re a mean girl!” he says looking between his legs, my eyes follow his gaze stopping on his boner, I swallow noisily.

“I know, I know fuck James… if someone sees us doing it in the car it would be pretty embarrassing, I'm saying this especially for you” I really care about him, I don't want any pictures or strange news about us to come out in some newspaper, even if a part of me would like to get in the back seat and do literally everything with him.

“Yeah.. You're right...unfortunately” he caresses my face delicately looking at me tenderly. “Will we talk in the next few days? I'm away this week but I would like to hear from you and maybe see you when I get back.” he stares at me with a sweet look but still dazen and horny.

“Of couse, we'll be able to reconcile our commitments, I'm sure”. We give each other one last soft and slow kiss I get out of the car with butterflies in my stomach.

I cross the doorstep with his taste still on my lips, I feel ecstatic, even though I know it will be difficult to hang out with someone like James the connection between us is too special not to try.

As I am about to fall asleep under the covers in my room, my phone vibrates, I immediately pick it up with a very quick movement, instantly coming out of my torpor.

Hetfield: "I still have your scent on me, I don't think I'll sleep tonight".

Well, I don't think I'll get any sleep either.

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...

Part 3

[maghendearey]

Dog days

Hi guys,this a short story abou you and Charles adopting a new cute dog.Hope you enjoy it

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Triggerwarning:none,just a big amount of fluff

"How about Barney?" suggested Charles. You'd been in the same situation for days. What should you name your new dog? After everything went so well with Leo and he was your favorite child, you decided to adopt a second dog. A little Golden Retriever puppy. But now that you'd found a dog, you couldn't decide on a name. Because the other one was never happy with it.

"I'm not giving our new baby the same name as Barney Stinson. Do you want him to break dog hearts, Charlie?" Charles had to suppress a laugh. "Come on, Bebe, it's just a dog name, and besides, it's our puppy, he's going to be the cutest dog, so of course he's going to break hearts." I had to giggle as Leo growled softly when Charles called our new dog the cutest. "I think Leo isn't too happy about you calling the other one the cutest, Charlie." Charles looked over at Leo, walked over to him, and scooped him up in his arms. "Well, Leo, what should we name your new brother?" But Leo just looked at him confused and snuggled up to him.

"How about Max? Max sounds cute," I suggested. Charles looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Then you can just call him Verstappen." To be honest, I hadn't even thought of it, but it would be funny. "Lestappen Shippers would like it," I said, teasing Charles, but he just looked at me and rolled his eyes. "No. Next suggestion?" This time I was the one rolling my eyes. We've probably already tried every name in the last few days. "How about Niki?" I suggested again. Charles sighed again. "Niki, like Niki Lauda?" Charlie asked, making me groan this time. "Charlie, you're complicated. If we don't use a name that some F1 driver had I don't know how many years ago, then we won't end up with any name at all." Charles looked at me apologetically, sat Leo on the counter, and went over to hug me. "I'm sorry, Bebe. But I really don't want a name that has anything to do with F1. But we'll find one, Bebe, I promise." He said apologetically and kissed my forehead. "I'm still in favor of Dobby," I said, giggling. That was the suggestion Arthur had given us when we told him we were adopting another dog. "Yeah, definitely not. I'd even rather call him Max than go with the name Arthur suggested." The relationship between Arthur and Charles was truly a typical brotherly relationship. They loved each other, but would never give each other the satisfaction of listening to the other. "What do you think of snowflake Bebe? You love snow. We had our first kiss in the snow, and if he loves snow even half as much as Leo does, then the name will be perfect." I had to smile, remembering the kiss in the snow. It was really cheesy. We were just walking back from a date when I slipped on the frozen road and Charles held on to stop me from slipping. He looked so handsome in that moment. A bit of his hair had fallen out of his hat and was hanging in his face. And the kiss, the kiss, it felt so warm and beautiful. So right. It was all worth it, and in that moment, I knew I would never let him go again. "Yes, yes, I like that," I said with a smile, and as I agreed, Charles leaned forward and kissed me to seal the name. While he did that, Leo ran around our legs. I knew that the little new dog would be a great new member of the family. And soon, although I hadn't told Charles yet, another little member would be joining us whose heartbeat already beat with ours.

I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to leave a comment or like and feel free to make requests. 💋

[olderthannetfic]

Quote from a post: "the things created within fandom aren’t real - an individual fic can’t cause actual, material harm to a reader, even if it contains tropes that would be harmful or distressing if they happened in that reader’s real life; an author’s use of certain tropes or interest in certain characters is not indicative of their actual morals and values in real life; thought crimes are not real crimes - but fanfiction is produced by human beings who are themselves products of the societies and communities in which we all live, and these societies and communities all have flaws and failings.

which is to say, those of us who prefer to read male friendships as romantic do need to be aware that, no matter how enlightened on gender and its foibles we think ourselves to be, we are nonetheless influenced as modern humans by a modern tendency to discourage platonic physical and emotional closeness between men - especially straight men - on the grounds that two men having this sort of relationship is inherently queer and, in being queer, implicitly sexual [an understanding of queerness which is another powerful societal influence on our thought, even if we know we don’t agree with it.]"

Okay this is from a big post from a big fandom account here please don't speculate who it is this is not about them specifically and has nothing to do with them i genuinely respect this poster and they are nothing but a supportive space and don't have any anti-nonsense. But I wanna talk about this point that they are making "the society is queering straight friendships" which is something also the anti-fujoshi crowd is saying and honestly I can't agree with that point.

I don't think its us the people who make fandom are queering the relationships between two straight men but the patriarchal system we live under and straight men themselves are doing it to themselves. They can't show love and affection to each other lest other dudes will call them gay not because there are secret fujoshis around that sexualize them. They can be vulnerable period lest everyone calls them whiney like women. I feel like (and most of the things I say here are vibes, not facts) men having close friendships with other men are green flags, and most women are excited to see men who have exact the strong relationship that are portrayed in media.

I'm confused by this talking point to be honest. I also understand that by saying everything I said above I sort of said the same thing as the original poster. In a sense that society is the problem here and we live in a society as we know, but... idk I feel like what they say is "we live in a society where everyone by default is sexualizing male friendships" which sounds like the standard anti-fujoshi talking point to me.

And regarding the point of romantic relationships being prioritized over platonic— I feel like is a complete bullshit to be honest.

Romantic relationships are prioritized over platonic ones across the board. Straight couples leave their straight friends behind when they get further into relationship too! I don't understand this impulse to constantly talk about romantic vs platonic thing when its about queer ships, and maybe there is somewhere straight ship discourse about romantic vs plantonic but its not as big as with mlm or wlw ships.

And honestly even with this take I feel like romantic relationships are also not prioritized but rather are more encouraged. And there is difference between encouraging and actually prioritizing I think.

(I want to add here that I'm not aroace so maybe its a blindspot and from that identitys point of view the dynamics might be different)

In reality I think both are equally hard to obtain and maintain. I always felt like the fandom being so shipping focused was not about people being hellbent on romance but just the fact that good love stories are few and far between both in fiction and IRL and we can't help but try to make something at least remotely good, or interesting or satisfying.

Again, my main problems is: 1) I don't agree that romantic relationships are prioritized to that high degree over the friendships like everyone claims. 2) I don't think that every single person is actually a secret fujoshi waiting to make any straight male friendship gay. 3) Fandoms are romantic ship centric because people just want more narratively satisfying romantic stories that are underrepresented in media (or they don't get to experience it IRL) rather than they are vehemently against platonic ships.

I don't know this hopefully came out coherent.

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The person who wrote that sounds like a pretentious twatwaffle, and I am so sick of seeing otherwise reasonable people spout that crap. That's been true since the 90s and probably before.

The reality is that Western culture enshrines male friendship as the highest form of affection possible. This goes back to the Classical world. And, yes, they were probably fucking too back then, but the thing that all of the media is about is friendship.

The entire backbone of Western culture is built on the idea that men are spiritually, biologically, inherently more capable than women of this highest form of relationship. Romance is the big thing for women because we're not eligible for The Pure And Holy Friendship Between Two Men.

The epidemic of male loneliness is real, but we haven't gotten any less "Bros before hos". Fandom and m/m shipping behavior are irrelevant to this.

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Furthermore, fandom has plenty of people who don't focus on shipping.

AO3 was built by slashers, so ship type is a top-level category, and the site obviously signals that it's about shipping and particularly non heterosexual shipping since you can filter out het.

Past sites often had more metadata that wasn't around ships (e.g. FFN's genres that work like bookstore genres) and almost never let you get rid of het. You might have been able to filter in The Gay, but straight stuff was literally unmarked.

~We do need to be aware of~

Bite me.

This naggy phrase is everywhere, and nothing good comes of it.

The only thing we need to be aware of is that Blorbo is great and s/he should be mashed together with Other Blorbo. If that's in gen adventures, you do you.

[luckychild]

I’ve been following the story since almost the beginning! Please know there are plenty of people who don’t have accounts but love the storytelling and imagination you’ve put into this story. I know we’re not as exciting as the commenters and the others that leave physical traces of appreciation, but we’re still here giving our support. PS- as a follow Texan, I know Kurama probably wouldn’t be able to get his hands on a blue bonnet, but I bet he could make a yellow rose.

This ask was submitted in 2021, and I remember it vividly. I remember reading it and feeling frustrated. I remember thinking that if I couldn't reply without sounding frustrated, I couldn't reply at all.

Unfortunately, to this day I am frustrated by this ask.

Specifically, I'm frustrated by the line "I know we’re not as exciting as [...] others that leave physical traces of appreciation, but we’re still here giving our support."

The problem is that you're not giving support.

It feels like this asker misses something really obvious, and I do not want to come across as patronizing when I point it out, but the language above makes me feel like the obvious needs to be said:

If you are not commenting or leaving a kudo, I do not know you exist.

Let me be clearer: If you read a fic, and you do not interact by even doing the bare minimum of hitting a kudo/like button (which is an INCREDIBLY low cost, low effort form of support!), the writer of that fic doesn't know you exist. And if they don't know you exist, how can they possibly assume you are somehow supporting them? Writers aren't omniscient!

I don't want to sound condescending by sharing the dictionary definition of "support," but there seems to be some confusion about what that means, so here it is:

"To give encouragement to someone beause you want them to succeed."

And what does encouragement mean?

"Words or behavior that give someone confidence."

Silence and absence are not tangible. They are not visible. They are not perceivable. How can silence possibly inspire confidence?

I'm very sorry to say this, but writers have no reason to assume that silent readers are enjoying their work. When the hits creep up and no one says anything, we have absolutely no reason to assume those silent readers like what they saw. In fact, if someone reads my work and comes away with nothing to say, it's pretty reasonable to assume they either didn't like the work or didn't resonate with it emotionally.

Reading silently does not inspire confidence in writers. It is not support.

Because support is tangible. Support is visible. Support is something you can perceive. It is a cause that has an effect.

If I do not know you exist, I have no reason to assume you are somehow supporting me. Quite literally, if no words or behaviors that provide encouragement are being provided, no support is being given.

Fanfiction is a gift economy. Fanwriters create works with no pay or compensation other than what the fandom can provide by means of support, encouragement, and community. Our fanfic (our labor!) is a gift to the community. The only gift we can get back is engagement. Call it transactional if you want, but fandom can only thrive when people interact with each other and foster a community together. That back-and-forth trade of interaction is what builds fandom. When fanwriters give the gift of their work to the community, they are hoping the community will give a small gift back in the form of kudos and comments. That's how we find each other and maintain relationships. That's how we build community.

If interaction dries up, so will the fanfic, and so will the fandom itself.

Silence is how fandoms die.

If you read silently, you are not fostering community. You are happily taking a gift, one freely given, and not giving anything back.

And that's fine, to be honest. You can do that. No one will get mad at you. After all, no one knows you exist. Can't get mad at a ghost.

But please. For my sake, please do not confuse silently reading for actual support of a writer, artist, or community. It is not supportive. I won't condemn anyone for reading silently, but at the same time, you cannot confuse silence for actual support.

((Someone is going to get mad and say they're too anxious to comment. OK, cool. Leave some emojis. Leave a kudo. Use a copy/paste comment you can lean on to do the heavy lifting. But if you think you're too anxious to comment, imagine how anxious a writer must feel posting their work in public. And imagine how anxious they get if they get zero interaction at all. We're all anxious. That's fine. But if you're consuming fanwork and not giving any form of support back, you are not fostering fandom, and that's something you should be aware of and own.))

[weirdkpopgirl]

Cute | Haechan Imagine #9

Title: Cute

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none really

Word Count: 668

Author's Note: I can clearly envision Haechan in a scenario like this. To be honest he's one of my favorite members from 7Dream to write for, and I'm glad to post more content of him on this blog. I'm sorry this imagine is kinda short and I personally don't think it's that great. But it was coming up with the idea was still fun. Hope you guys like it ^ ^

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“You fell for me because I was cute?!”

The incredulity in his tone prompted you to blink in confusion, putting a brief pause to the mindless play with Haechan’s fingers. You sat nestled at the edge of the couch, cozied up between his legs as your back was supported by his steadily rising chest.

Your head turned slightly to meet his equally bewildered gaze. The expression he wore resembled that of someone who had just been deeply offended. This wasn’t exactly the reaction you anticipated when answering how you came to develop feelings for your boyfriend.

“Is that a problem?” you asked him skeptically. The male scratched his head with a sheepish smile on his face.

“No, I’m just surprised,” he replied, extending his hand to gesture with his fingers.“So let me get this straight. You didn’t like me for being handsome, cool, smart, or even funny. Instead, it was because I was cute?”

A soft chuckle escaped you, now amused by how he was in such disbelief. You sat up a little to face him better, so you could explain. “Well if we’re talking about first impressions, I found you kind of annoying because you were loud and joked around a lot.”

“Hey—” he started to protest before you held your pointer finger up to signal you had more to say.

“But I think it was the day you came alone to the cafê I was working at,” you continued, trying to recall the memory. “And remember how you got a brain freeze because you drank the smoothie I made for you too quickly? I don’t know, I just thought you looked cute.”

The boy beside you then covered his face with his hands, muttering, “Okay now that’s just embarrassing.”

Out of all his noteworthy moments that could have sparked interest in him, it was the one where he looked like an idiot.

You suppressed a chuckle, and gently brought his hands into yours. “Wait, I’m not finished yet.”

His deep brown eyes met yours, brimming with a blend of innocence and sulkiness. Gosh, he was even more endearing when he wasn’t trying to be. A warm smile stretched across your lips.

“It took about three months into our relationship for me to figure out that I loved you,” you admitted softly, nervously playing with his fingers again. “I realized that we’re both kind of emotionally closed off to people around us. But neither of us is afraid to be vulnerable with each other.”

Haechan could see the sparkle in your eyes as you expressed your fondness for him, and suddenly his eyes also glistened with emotion. 

“What is this? You weren’t supposed to get so serious,” he chuckled nervously.

A faint blush appeared across your cheeks, as you wiped the first tear from his cheek. Honestly, your heartstrings were also being tugged as you reminisced the memory of falling in love with Haechan.

“It’s true though. I’m so blessed to have you in my life, Hyuck.”

The tenderness in your voice only heightened his emotions. Sighing, he leaned his head back on the couch, trying to stop the tears from flowing. “Baby, if you say one more sweet thing, I might just burst,” he joked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatics, the warmth continuing to fill the atmosphere. Gently, you brought his face to your level and planted a soft peck on his lips.

“Was that okay?” you asked playfully, already anticipating the teasing you were about to receive from him.

Unexpectedly, however, Haechan blinked at you for a few seconds as if he were in a daze. Then without further hesitation, he pulled you closer and crashed you into a longer, hungrier kiss that poured out all the love and emotion he felt in that moment. As you melted into each other’s embrace, you were once again reassured that the two of you were meant for each other.

Sigh. Haechan really was the cutest.

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previous masterlist -> current masterlist

[sxfterhearts]

keeho dating a shy bookworm headcannons, i feel like hed be so sweet <33

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ highschool!au - theatre kid!keeho x student librarian!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff fluff fluff (i miss writing soft fluff and just writing in general omfg)

♡ word count: 1,171 words

♡ author's note: im crying anon thank you so so much for sending this!! it's my first ever p1h request and it made me so happy :") i'm sorry it took so long (life has been crazy lately) but i really hope this meets your expectations <33333

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omg this is kinda giving our beloved summer (if you havent watched it, its my fav kdrama ever!!)

ok this might be cliche but i <3 highschool!au so let's roll with it

yoon keeho as a theatre kid (are we surprised) who practices his lines everywhere around school, has friends in every single class and is always being his friendly, extroverted self

y/n as a diligent, reserved student who is also a student librarian - you're usually stacking shelves or scanning books at the library after school on most days

your relationship blossomed through shy glances and soft whispers - keeho used to take note of the days you were on duty and purposely stayed behind to get closer to you

you were in the same english class - and being a theatre nerd, he was quickly intrigued by your ability to not only analyse shakespeare to a tee but also recite the plays word for word, line by line, without missing a single beat

keeho felt his heart speed up whenever he saw you in class, losing yourself in your work. in his eyes, you were always beautiful, but with the sunlight shining through the windows, illuminating your concentrated expression as you muttered to yourself and scribbled in your notebook - he thought that was when you shone the brightest

in the early days of getting to know each other, keeho would disrupt your peaceful reading sessions behind the library reception desk with endless requests of book recommendations earning many shushes from the head librarian

"i really like romance novels... what's your favourite?" hah, very smooth, keeho

you were confused, at first, because why was yoon keeho of all people taking an interest in you?

but then as you got to know him better you realised you shared more in common than you thought. despite your seemingly opposite personality types, the two of you had similar tastes in books, and music, and food, the list goes on

"hey y/n, have you tried the new bakery across the road? they're doing an opening deal - iced americano and a croffle for really cheap. should we try it together tomorrow for breakfast? only if you want to, of course..."

"y/n, have you listened to the new sza album? what's your favourite track? i love all of them, it's so hard to pick..."

"y/n, y/n, do you remember the author i was telling you about last month? they're writing a new book in the series! we should read it together when it's out, i wanna hear your honest review!"

even as a child, you were quiet and mostly preferred to read a book or draw and colour quietly while others played outside. this was both a result of your personality and also a few friendship fallouts that made you more wary (kids can be so mean...)

fast forward to high school, you retreated further into your shell, only keeping a handful of close friends. you preferred to bury your nose in your books and lose yourself in the fictional world of your favourite characters

that is, until keeho came along

the boy was as warm and bright as a summer's day. he had a way about him that just made people feel at ease. perhaps it was because he was so comfortable with being himself, that it helped others open up too

you were no exception. initially you were unsure of what to make of his unexpected friendliness and kindness, but you quickly realised that he was just a genuinely nice person who wanted to get to know you better

and you had to admit - after one too many mornings sitting on the bench overlooking your school field together, munching on your breakfasts and sharing an earbud each, listening to the summer's latest tunes under the gentle morning sun - you wanted to know more about him too

you could feel your cold walls getting dissolved by the warm, toothy smiles he always wore around you, and his melodious laughter

a few weeks into your daily ritual (consisting of breakfast in the morning and doing homework or stacking shelves in the library after school together), keeho finally made the first move

one morning, the two of you were nearly done your with your breakfast croffles when all of a sudden, the cloudy sky turned ominous and lightning flashed before your eyes

before either of you could react, the skies opened up, unleashing heavy raindrops all around you

"quick, y/n!" keeho grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers with his. the two of you ran to the nearest school building, trudging past wet grass and muddy soil, staining your white school shoes

when you finally made it under the awnings, you both looked down at the state of your uniforms - mildly soaked, and burst out laughing at how ridiculous you looked

naturally, your gaze wandered towards your joined hands, and you slowly looked up, only to find keeho staring at you as if you were the only person in the world

you couldn't read his expression - there was a hidden intensity behind his eyes

he hastily unbuttoned and shrugged off his button-down shirt, leaving him in his white t-shirt, and promptly placed it around your shoulders to keep you warm

"keeho, you'll get cold, i - "

but he cut you off, "i can't help myself anymore, y/n..." it's now or never, he thought to himself

"huh? what do you mean, keeho? i don't - "

"i like you, y/n." he whispered softly, so soft that it nearly blended in with the sound of rain. he stuffed his hands deep into his pockets to stop himself from fidgeting

"what?" you thought you misheard, cos there's no way...

"y/n, i... i like you!" keeho closed his eyes and repeated again, already blushing red, embarrassed

you had an inkling that he was interested in you, but you never allowed yourself to daydream for too long whenever keeho entered your thoughts, for fear that you would only disappoint yourself. but now that you knew his true feelings...

you inched forwards and stood on the balls of your feet. why is he so tall, you thought to yourself as you bravely planted a brief peck against his warm cheeks

keeho's eyes shot open in surprise. it was so quick, his brain failed to process it. "wait, did you just - "

you giggled, eyes crinkling up into the little crescents he adored, and held onto his wrists before leaning in once more

the first meeting of your rain-stained lips was clumsy, as most first kisses are, but the two of you made it up with an eagerness that mirrored your initial desires to learn more about each other

when you both ran out of air, you laughed against each other's lips, basking in the tenderness of a new relationship, blossoming like a flower bud after a bit of sunshine and rain

"so... will you be the juliet to my romeo?"

"they both die, keeho!"

"oh, true... but it's romantic, right?"