#but i dunno i just think it would be really nice to be reciprocally special to someone who's special to you. lol

[dr-gaytorius]

I just think it would be incredibly cathartic and healing if something sincere and homoerotic happened to me. soon

[heartsoji]

truth or dare?

summary: kuroo has a very special dare for you...

kenma x reader

"y/n! truth or dare?" kuroo yelled, pointing his finger at you.

you didn't hesitate for a moment. "dare."

the circled ooooo-ed as kuroo thought really hard about what he wanted your dare to be.

after around a minute had passed, he looked up at you with a devious smirk that sent shivers down your spine.

"i dare you..." he started, "to kiss your crush on the cheek."

the nekoma volleyball team gasped and began to murmur among themselves.

"y/n's crush?"

"lucky bastard!"

"i bet it's me."

"no, it's not."

whilst the team was trying to figure out who the mystery guy could possibly be, you were just sitting there, sending a nasty death glare to kuroo while he just grinned at you like a cheshire cat.

"what if my crush isn't here?" you challenged.

"he is."

louder oooo's filled the room as they tried to guess who it could be, not bothering trying to be quiet about it now.

"it's probably kai, the lucky bastard!"

"no, no, it's definitely me!"

"lev, shut up."

"who the hell is it?! i'll fight him!"

"yamamoto."

"yep, yaku-san."

"hey kenma," yamamoto called out to the fake blonde sitting outside the circle on his game boy, "who do you think it is?"

he blinked. "think what is?"

"you little- haven't you been listening? y/n's crush. he's in the room." he tsked, putting extra enunciation on the words "y/n's crush."

your cheeks turned mad red and you instantly tried to defend yourself. "he might not be!"

"he is."

"kuroo, you little-!" *SMACK*

"ow! that huuuurt y/n-chan!"

kenma turned his attention back to his game as you held your breath. "dunno. it doesn't really affect me."

your heart sank.

yamamoto sighed. "how kenma of you. this is a big deal!"

but it would affect him. because if you went on with the dare, his cheek would be the one meeting your lips. but if he didn't care, that definitely meant that he didn't reciprocate. then again, kenma remained indifferent about a majority of topics, even ones he was interested in, so just maybe? but it was unlikely, and you really didn't want to ruin your friendship with him when it only started a year ago.

"moving on," kuroo interrupted, wanting to get on with it, "our precious manager-chan here has to complete the dare."

"i'd kick you in the balls if i wasn't so nice." you snarled.

he just grinned in response.

you sighed, knowing that there really wasn't away out of this.

"ok, everyone has to close their eyes."

"what?"

"why?"

"man.."

"everyone has to close their eyes for my pride and privacy. close your eyes, guys. if you open them, you'll be betraying my trust and i would hate you."

everyone gasped. no one wanted that. so, they all complied with your wishes, including kenma, even though he wasn't really playing.

when all the eyes were closed, you tiptoed over to kuroo to whisper a "i really hate you for this. i trusted you with that info, man. now, thanks to you, my friendship with him might be ruined forever. i'm seriously mad at you, kuroo."

you meant it. you were actually really scared for what might happen with kenma. you confided in kuroo so that he could find out what kenma thought of you for you with the condition that he not tell a soul, but he refused to tell you anything when you asked about what kenma said about you, so it ended up being a worthless exchange.

you then tiptoed around the circle, stomping your feet, stopping, and making kissy noises occasionally to try to ensure that they didn't know who it was.

finally, you made a loud smooch in the air right above kenma, and then, heart pounding out of your chest, you leaned down and gave him a gentle peck to the cheek.

you took a second to analyze his reaction, and you noticed an immediate change in the color of his ears. he quickly pulled his hood over them to cover it up, and slowly, his pretty eyes fluttered open. he gave you a small, shy smile before averting his gaze, a flustered look on his face.

that reaction was...good, right?

you walked around the circle once more for good measure, standing extra long in certain spots to ensure that the team wouldn't know.

finally, you returned to your spot in the circle.

"open your eyes."

the team's eyes shot open and they quickly started trying to figure out who the lucky boy was.

"kai, be honest. was it you?"

"no, it wasn't."

"don't lie!"

"i can't believe it wasn't me..."

"lev, the only certainty we had about who it was was that it wasn't you."

while everyone was trying to figure it out, you looked up at kenma, who was already staring at you. you quickly averted your gaze before returning back to him.

he gave you a smile that released a whole butterfly farm in your stomach and gently formed a phone signal with his hand before mouthing, "call me."

i guess you wouldn't be too mad at kuroo.

[wavyhairedbabyy]

Idiots - Part 1

Karl Jacobs x gn!reader

tldr: They’ve both got a crush. Sucks, since they’re the only ones oblivious to it. (Slow Burn!)

CW: some swearing(not at each other), fluffy as a teddy bear.

a/n: I got a random influx of followers ;-; Tysm for enjoying my works and sharing them. I haven’t written in 6 years, in case it wasn’t obvious lmao, so even one is super meaningful to me :) this ended up being way longer than I intended it to be so I’m splitting it into 2 parts. 

edited yet: yes - let me know if I missed anything!

Part 1 - Part 2

Y/n and Karl met when Karl was still going to college in New York before dropping things to move to North Carolina. They met the fall of their sophomore year at the campus café when Karl was trying to shoot a piece of paper into a trash can. The problem was he couldn’t aim and it landed right in y/n’s mug of coffee, quickly dissolving into a paper coffee soup. For anyone else it would’ve been okay but being that coffee was y/n’s life line, especially during finals, it most definitely was not.

“You’re buying me another, right?” they asked, “I would highly recommend it or you might see a side of me you don’t want to see.”

Being the good guy he was, and the slight fear of their bad side, he did with no questions.

“So, since there’s a side of you I don’t want to see, and I bought you a new coffee, do I get to see the side of you that I do want to see?”

“Find me next semester and you might.”

And he did.

***

“Karl, if you don’t give me that sword, I’m going to hurt you!” Y/n screamed as they lunged toward him. It was y/n, Karl, and Chris hanging out at Karl’s place until it was time to leave for a Mr. Beast project. They sat in his living room, Karl with a foam sword that y/n was desperate to take from him.

“That’s the problem! If I give it to you, you will hurt me with it!” He yelled back, jumping out of their reach.

“Okay children, why don’t I just take the sword so we can end all of this?” Chris intervened in an attempt to stop the ruckus.

Both of them paused, looking at him in disbelief. They shook their head and in unison scoffed, “No!”

The two continued their play fighting, one holding on to the sword for a short period of time before the other pulled it from their grasp. This went on until it was time to leave the house.

While this was all going down, Chris watched Karl’s behavior. He noticed how he let y/n hold on to the sword a little longer, even when he could’ve easily reached out to grab it from their hands. He noticed how he was much more careful with his movements, almost scared to be too rough with them.

With anyone else, Chris knew Karl’s pride would have taken over in this situation. He thought back to any other time he had any of his SMP friends over. With Nick or Alex, he would have hogged the sword and brutally whacked either of them with it as much as he could. He would happily tacked them and pinned them to the ground. With y/n though... there was a gentleness with them, and Chris did not fail on picking that up.

“Okay lame-os, let’s get on over to the warehouse. Y/n, you coming?” Chris asked.

Y/n shook their head, “Nah. I’m gonna unpack my stuff and relax from the flight. Plus, word on the street says that tomorrow is when the cool stuff is happening so I’ll come then.” they replied.

“Well the street is right, but they’re still a dummy,” Chris looked at Karl for reference.

“Hey...” Karl faked a sad look before staring at y/n for defense.

Y/n giggle and just shrugged, waving goodbye to the both of them, “If you don’t bring me back Burger King fries, don’t bother coming back at all!”

***

Chris and Karl sat in the car, Chris driving and Karl in the passenger seat. With some music on in the background, the two were discussing the plan of action for what was going to be filmed for the day.

“Do you know how long it’s going to take?” Karl asked, “I feel bad leaving y/n by themselves so I want to try to get out as early as humanly possible.”

“I’m not really sure. I’m sure Jimmy wouldn’t mind you scootin’ out a little early,” Chris replied. He took the opportunity and leaned over to his friend, “Speakin’ of y/n, anything going on there? Y’know, anything special?”

“Uhh- whaddya mean special?” Karl haphazardly, “We’re best friends. I think that’s pretty special.”

“No, idiot. I mean is there anything there besides just being best friends,” Chris paused for a second, “I dunno. I just noticed you’re different with them, man. You know you would never treat Nick or Alex the way you treated them.”

Karl paused, trying to think of a response but failing. He sighed, “Yeah, there’s definitely something there on my end. I mean, I’ve been attracted to them since we first met. I just don’t think they reciprocate it.”

“You never know if you don’t try. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“I’d rather not think about it,” Karl sunk into his seat, thinking of all the bad endings that could happen if he told y/n his feelings.

***

Meanwhile this was happening, y/n was making themselves comfortable in Karl’s guest room. They planned on staying for a week and a half which meant packing a month’s worth of clothes. Before starting to unpack their things into the dresser, they FaceTimed their other best friend that was back in New York to keep them company.

“You’re calling me now? Your flight landed 4 hours ago! I was sure you crashed in the middle of the ocean - gone like that Malaysia flight,” y/bff answered.

“Hi to you too,” y/n responded as they started to place their clothes in the closet, “ You are so dramatic. My flight didn’t even go over the ocean. And don’t act like you weren’t tracking my flight. You knew damn well I was fine.”

“All this worrying and caring, and this is how I’m being treated?” Y/bff shook their head as the wiped their fake tears away “The disrespect.”

“Pft, the only disrespect I’m seeing here is the lack of questions about my day,” y/n said, “I had a great flight. I got those yummy blue chips and had a nice drive from the airport in a Tesla.”

Y/bff gasped, “What kind of Uber driver is driving around a Tesla? We need more of those people up here.”

“Dude, it was Karl,” y/n replied, “I was shocked. Last time I saw this kid he was driving a hunk of junk. One year down here and he’s driving around like he’s Elon Musk.”

“Well, I’ll tell you this now. If you don’t cuff him, I will!” Their laugh echoed through the phone

Y/n rolled their eyes, “Oh please, if he doesn’t like me like that then you’re in no good luck.”

“So you told him then?”

“No, not yet,” y/n paused, “I dunno. We’ve been friends for 3, almost 4, years now. If he liked me, he would’ve said something by now. Plus we live so far away from each other now. I just don’t wanna ruin a good thing, y’know?”

“Well, I still say do it. You can tell him and spend your life in peace knowing his answer, or keep it to you yourself and spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if?’ And I’ll tell you now, the latter always ends with regret. With the first answer, you’ll at least have a chance of a happy ending.”

Y/n shrugged, putting away the last piece of clothing from their luggage, “I know, I know. I’ll think about it. Thanks for the chat, but I’m gonna go relax now before he gets back. I love and miss you already.”

They exchanged their goodbyes and hung up. Y/n flattened their luggage and slid it under the bed. Moving back to the dresser, they found some comfortable clothes to change into after a shower.

Y/n knew y/bff was right. They just couldn’t bring themselves to share their feelings. What if Karl didn’t feel the same way? Would it ruin their friendship? Would this be the last time they ever saw each other? No, y/n knew it wouldn’t end their friendship, but it would make it awkward for a little while. They moved to the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help them compose their thoughts.

***

“I’m back!” Karl shouted as he kicked the door shut behind him. The project took a few hours so the sun had set and nighttime was settling itself in North Carolina. There was no response. Karl continued, “And I have Burger King fries!”

“You should’ve started out with that! Coming!” Y/n yelled from down the hall. Karl rolled his eyes and walked over to the living room table. He started making room for the food when he heard fast footsteps coming toward him.

“Incoming!” Y/n yelled, tackling him to the floor with a hug. They were giggling as if they just pulled the best prank in the world.

“Hi to you too,” he groaned from his body hitting the floor. Y/n continued to chuckle as they got up, grabbing Karl’s hand to help him up too. They sat on the couch, looking at the food in front of them.

“A whole whopper meal? What did I do to get the honors, Mr. Jacobs?” Y/n remarked in a posh accent, popping a fry into their mouth.

“You existed,” Karl giggled out. Y/n smiled, but the butterflies in their stomach couldn’t feign their excitement. It was small shit like that that made y/n fall for Karl. He continued, “Plus I didn’t know if you ate or not so I thought better safer than sorry.”

“Aw, you’re the sweetest,” they gave him a tight hug before returning to the spot they were in on the couch, “So, what’s the plan, Stan?”

“I’m kind of tired from filming, I hope you don’t mind-”

“Actually, I completely mind” y/n replied sarcastically. Karl shook his head at them.

“So, I was thinking we could just watch a movie or watch a show,”

“Ah yes, head empty activities. I’m down. Can we watch a movie though? Not in the mood for a show right now,” y/n replied.

“Sure let’s scroll through and find something,” Karl switched on the TV and the two munched on their food while they decided what they were going to watch. After 20 minutes of scrolling, which really was 20 minutes of fighting over who had better taste in movies, they finally agreed on Wall-E.

Before the movie started, y/n looked over to Karl. Their hands were in the shape of finger guns, pointed to each other and the tips of their index fingers touching. They had a pout on their face when they asked, “Can we cuddle while we watch?”

“No,” Karl shook his head quickly, keeping a stoic, straight face. Y/n’s pout got bigger. He continued, “I absolutely hate physical touch.”

They both immediately broke out into giggles, y/n grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him with it, “You are so lame.”

Karl continued with his fit of giggle, “The day I say that and mean it is the day hell freezes over.”

As the intro to the movie played, the two came closer, y/n’s legs tangling up with Karl’s. When they finished up their food, they moved closer with Karl’s arm around y/n’s shoulders and their head laying on his chest.

Y/n gave a playful scoff, reminiscing on their past memories together, “This reminds me of the time we had a Disney movie marathon before spring break.”

Karl laughed, “Yeah, and you made my old roommate cry beforehand because he wasn’t doing his dishes all semester.”

“In my defense, I gave him warnings. He didn’t wanna listen and there’s no way I was letting you live in a house with a sink full of fruit flies.”

“I’m not sure if you did that for me or because you practically lived with us.”

“Don’t get it mixed up, pretty boy. That was for you.” Karl smiled at those words, looking down at the person laying on their chest. He wanted to believe there was more than friendship behind those words. The warm feeling he would always get with them filled his chest as he turned his focus back to the movie.

“I really missed you.” He whispered.

“I really missed you too.”

***

Part 2

[baepsaesbae]

Eclipse

Pairing— Day Fairy!Hoseok x Night fairy!reader    

Genre— SMUT, fae au, angst, idiots to lovers

Warnings— Oral (F receiving), nipple play, explicit unprotected sex, hair pulling, both praise and slight derogatory dirty talk bc I can’t make up my mind, slight swearing

Word Count— 3.3k  

Summary— The summer solstice is here and it’s time to celebrate. Your favorite part of the solstice is that you get to see Hoseok, or rather, the love of your life. It’s too bad you haven’t told him how you really felt, even though it has been centuries. Maybe this year will be different. 

A/N— This fic is part of The Fabled Collab hosted by @joontopia, @kimtaehyunq, and @whipped-for-kpop-fics. Hoseok is my sunshine, so I just had to write about him! Thank you to @s0seo and @taegularities for giving me motivation to write. Lastly, huge shoutout to Eden from @thebiasrekkers​ for making this awesome banner for me! As always, let me know how you guys like the fic! My askbox is always open <3

Fae clans have many holidays and rituals, but solstices are by far the most celebrated. Solstices mark the pivotal event that shifts the seasonal responsibilities between the sun and moon clans. The summer and winter solstice are always the biggest events of the year, with about a week of festivities leading up to the final event. 

Sweat ran down your spine as the sun beat down on you. You’ve been holding up a stupid banner for what felt like an eternity.

“Okay wait, you’re gonna hate me but I think we should put it back to where we originally had it,” Sunghoon said with furrowed brows.

“That’s it. We’ve been doing this all morning. Figure this out yourself,” you angrily threw down the banner and stormed off before Sunghoon had the chance to yell at you.

You ignored the friendly calls from other fae that were setting up decor nearby. It was way past your bedtime. Cranky and drenched in sweat, you were definitely not a happy night fairy. Heading straight to the pond, you derobed and found comfort in the cool waters that  washed away your stress instantly. You gazed up at the blue sky while floating on your back. The day truly was beautiful, you couldn’t deny that. However, nighttime was better in your very much biased opinion. The dark sky littered with countless stars that glittered like diamonds was an unbeatable sight. 

“Hey there sunshine!” a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. You dipped back into the water and turned to the source of the sound.

“Hey there, perv. Care to join me?” you beckoned.

“I wish I could, but I need to go finalize some plans for the handoff ceremony--”

“It’s the same EVERY year. C’mon Hobi, you don’t need to go,” you whined.

“I’ll meet you back here at sunset, how does that sound?” he tried to appease you.

“Midnight. I’m already exhausted, I don’t wanna wake up early,” you blew raspberries into the pond.

“That’s fair. I’ll see you then okay?” Hoseok waved before flying off.

On top of parties filled with indulgences that would blow the mind of any feeble human, Hoseok was the added bonus that made you eager for each solstice. Admittedly, you two have had some sort of flirtationship going on for the past few centuries. Your friends always teased you about how madly head over heels you were for him. As much as you wanted to believe that he loved you in the same way, something always felt off.  

Hoseok always reciprocated your flirtatious advances, but it felt more like a game between friends rather than something substantial. You’ve even observed his interactions with other fairies, and it didn’t seem like he gave you any special treatment. He was simply a good friendly guy that everyone loved, but not the way that you loved him. 

You were dying to know how he truly felt about you. All these years of playful banter had been fun, but they had also been simultaneously eating away at you. There’s no way he doesn’t know that you love him. At the same time, what if he thinks you’re just a good friend? You needed to know for sure, and you intended to confront him about it at midnight.

“Good evening,” you greeted Hoseok shyly as you approached the pond’s bank. 

“Good day to you sunshine,” Hoseok called back as he kicked at the water.

“How’d the meeting go?” you asked.

“Boring as always. You’re right, it’s the same every year. But the elders still want to go over everything again to ensure that the ceremony is perfect,” Hoseok sighed.

“Thanks for coming to hangout with me even though you’re so busy,” you said, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this all day! You’re the perfect person to unwind with after a long day,” Hoseok smiled. There it was. The radiant smile you fell for the first time you ever met him. 

“You sure I’m the perfect person for that? What do you do when you’re back in your own land surrounded by other day fae?” you prodded, hoping to steer the conversation onto the ‘what are we’ topic. 

“I have my friends there for sure, and I appreciate them too. But it’s different with you. Maybe because I can only hangout with you twice a year. You’re like my super special friend, yaknow?” Hoseok tried to explain. 

“Uh yeah, for sure. Like a special playdate kind of thing huh?” you tried to hide your hurt feelings.

“Exactly! You get it. It’s like you’re my favorite dessert that I can only have twice a year,” Hoseok nodded.

“Right…” you whispered softly to yourself. You spent the rest of the night listening to the unfruitful discussions Hoseok had during his meetings. All the excitement over the festival had drained from you. Now, you just wanted it to be over so you can go sulk in peace. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” Hoseok observed, “You haven’t interjected once about how stupid our traditions are or how you’re looking forward to having long nights again.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m just tired. Sunghoon really worked me to the bone yesterday, that damn day fairy,” you faked a yawn.

“Hey, be nice! Wasn’t it you who volunteered to help us anyway?” Hoseok shook his head.

‘Yeah, because I thought I’d be able to work with you,’ you thought.

“It was a bizarre streak of altruism, that’s all,” you shrugged. 

“Nah, I know you’re a kind fairy deep down!” Hoseok playfully nudged your shoulder. Normally you would welcome this type of physical affection, but for right now it served as a painful reminder that you were merely seen as a buddy. 

You actively avoided Hoseok for the remainder of the week, counting down the hours to when it would finally all be over. You made up some lame excuse to not hangout with Hoseok every time he approached you. He must have caught on by the final day, either that or he was extremely busy. Afterall, he was the MC for the entire ordeal. 

Apparently, your abrasive reputation preceded you because no one wanted your help with anything. As soon as they saw you coming, they would randomly find themselves very preoccupied with something that made them too busy to talk to you. The only person who would put you to work was Sunghoon, who was one of Hoseok’s best friends. You wondered why he was always so nice to you even when you complained the entire time you helped him.

“That’s the last table! They all look great, thanks for helping with the set up,” Sunghoon gave you a thumbs up.

“You know it’s pointless setting up all these tables. Most of the fairies are just gonna be dancing or fucking all night long, no one is gonna be sitting down,” you said.

“Are you gonna be one of the fairies partying?” Sunghoon inquired.

“Definitely not,” you answered curtly.

“Then I’m happy at least one of these tables will be utilized,” Sunghoon nodded, “Try to enjoy yourself tonight okay?”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

The entire forest seemed to come alive that night. The trees swayed with the enchanting music while cheers of merriment erupted around the party scene. You sat alone at a mushroom table with your third (or was it fourth?) cup of berry wine. You glared at the fairies who had lost themselves to their pleasures, whether it be the wine or the toadstools, or perhaps even both. Fairies who had given into their more lustful urges could be seen on the outskirts of the dance floor, some in the innocent stages of kissing and others entangled full fledged fornication. Scoffing at the obscene orgy, you stumbled off to get another cup of wine. Even though you weren’t really participating, you had to admit that fairies knew how to throw a party. 

“Hey ___, I noticed you’ve been by yourself the whole evening. Want some company?” someone asked behind you as you filled up your mug to the brim. You turned to see two Sunghoons merge to become one hazy Sunghoon in the blink of an eye. 

“F-ffuck off Sunghoon,” you slurred.

“I wanted to thank you for all the hard work you did for this year’s summer solstice,” Sunghoon continued, unfazed by your harshness, “Wanna dance to celebrate?”

“Nope,” you answered as you pushed him aside.

“Yeah she seemed pretty pissed dude,” Sunghoon said while taking a large swig.

“At you or in general?” Hoseok inquired.

“Dunno man, she’s always been like that. However, she seemed more aggravated than usual, which is hard to imagine,” Sunghoon chuckled, “Did you do something to her?”

“No! I’ve been replaying everything we talked about at the pond but everything seemed fine! I even told her that she was my super special friend and---oh shit,” Hoseok’s face fell.

“Idiot,” Sunghoon tsked. 

Both fae clans had gathered by the main stage, intently listening to the same speeches that the clan leaders have spoken for centuries. You watched apathetically as the everlasting flame was being formally handed over. The crowd roared as the flame changed from a deep crimson red to an icy silver color with a blue hue, signifying that the solstice had come to pass. 

If the festival wasn’t wild before, it had only gotten more out of hand after the official ceremony. Seeing the other fairies go wild in every sense of the word made you nauseous. The noise level intensified as you watched your fairy brethren engage in rather promiscuous activities. Someone even beckoned for you to join in the fun, but you just walked away. The only person you wanted to have that kind of fun with was Hoseok. It infuriated you that your thoughts always drifted to him. You filled up your cup one last time and walked away from the ruckus, towards an empty grove. Hopefully you would be able to wallow in self pity in peace there. 

The stars twinkled above you, and dim moonlight speckled the ground around you as it shone through the trees. You could still hear the party, but it was much fainter now and served as nice background noise to keep you from drowning in your thoughts. With a deep exhale, you fought to hold back tears. You felt so foolish. Too many years have been wasted in vain for an unrequited love that you should have seen coming. It was so stupid of you to hold onto a sliver of hope that Hoseok would like you back. 

“The party is that way,” a familiar voice called out to you.

“Then why aren’t you there?” you didn’t try to mask the annoyance in your voice.

“I saw you walk away, I wanted to check up on you.”

“Why the fuck would you even care?” you sat up and hissed.

“Why are you being so hostile? You’re the one who has been avoiding me all week!” Hoseok raised his voice.

“I’m sure you didn’t have much time to spend with me anyway,” you huffed.

“That’s not true. I spent every moment of my free time looking for you, only for you to turn me away. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Hoseok calmed down.

“Fine. I’m in love with you, okay? How fucking embarrassing. It hurt when you said that I was your super best friend or whatever. Seeing you afterward just reminded me of how dumb I am,” you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Oh sunshine, I’m the idiot. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re my special friend because I like you too. I wanted to spend every second with you this week. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that, I’m so sorry ____,” Hoseok got down on his knees and pulled you in for a hug. You were stunned.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner then!” you pushed him off.

“I thought it was obvious from the way we flirted!” he argued. 

“You’re nice to everyone, it was hard for me to tell,” you pouted.

“My apologies for not being a sourpuss like you,” Hoseok laughed.

“So...what now? It wasn’t really a romantic confession but I guess our feelings are out in the open now,” you whispered as you leaned against him.

Suddenly, Hoseok pushed you back to the ground, straddling your hips. His dark hair nearly covered his eyes as he looked down at you. He was beyond beautiful, his white iridescent wings glittered ethereally in the moonlight. 

“Remember when I said you’re like a dessert I can only have twice a year? I’d like to make that a reality,” Hobi smirked. He bent over to kiss you. It was soft at first, his plush lips pressing up against yours. He gently cupped your face with one hand while the other wandered to your chest, undoing your blouse. Lust overtook the both of you as the kiss deepened and Hoseok fondled your breasts. You let out a small gasp as he played with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.  

“Spread those legs for me, sunshine,” he demanded.

You complied, slowly exposing yourself to him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him while in such a compromising position. Hoseok gingerly kissed a trail along your inner thighs towards your core. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm under him in anticipation.

“So impatient,” he chuckled, “Let’s play a game. You have to make eye contact with me while I eat you out. Every time you look away, I stop.”

“You’re evil,” you huffed before reluctantly looking at the beautiful being perched between your legs. 

“That’s my girl,” he purred approvingly before spreading your folds with his fingers. His eyes darkened with lust as you watched him lick tantalizingly slow stripes. He could feel your need for more, so he moved up to focus on your clit, giving it special attention as his tongue swirled around it. 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, gripping him tighter as he licked your clit faster. All your composure was lost as you looked down at him with pleading eyes.

“What is it? Need more?” Hoseok teased as his fingers traced your entrance.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” Hoseok feigned ignorance

“Please touch me,” you said softly.

“We need to work on your begging, but you’re so adorable I can’t say no,” Hobi dove back into stimulating your clit as he slipped a finger inside of you. He smirked at how easily he went in, and immediately added a second finger. The new feeling had you throwing your head back as he grazed your g-spot. Right as things began to feel good, he retracted everything.

“Hobi!” you cried out in frustration.

“You looked away. Remember the rules to our little game?” Hoseok chided. You glared down at him as he immediately picked up where he left off, not giving you time to readjust. Fighting back the urge to close your eyes, soft moans escaped from your lips.

“Ready to cum, my dear ___?” he asked sweetly as his fingers dipped to directly attack your g-spot.

There was no time to give a proper response. Your back arched and your toes curled up as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Drenched in your juices, Hoseok glistened under the moonlight.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Hoseok praised, “But I’m not finished with you yet,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

He unbuckled his trousers, releasing the monster that dangled between his legs. You willingly spread your legs for him, eager for more.

“So needy, you haven’t had enough yet?” Hoseok tsked as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds.

Finally, Hoseok began to bury himself into you. He took his time, relishing how your warm walls squeezed him. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, focusing on feeling every inch of him. Once he bottomed out, you wrapped your legs around him in an attempt to bring him impossibly closer. The dark lust that swam in his eyes broke for a second, replaced by the warm smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He bent down to kiss you, and you happily reciprocated. 

Hoseok moved his hips slowly as he fucked you at a deep yet gentle pace. Mouths still colliding, you shyly licked at his lips. Taking your hint, Hoseok’s tongue met yours. As the kisses deepened with more saliva being interchanged, Hoseok’s thrusts became harsher.    

“You’re so fucking sexy. Lemme see that ass baby,” Hoseok growled as he flipped you over.

He smacked your ass twice and watched it jiggle in awe before placing a firm grip on your hips. Almost animalistically, he bucked into you. Your body jolted forward with each thrust. You had never been fucked this hard before, and it was heavenly. Hoseok’s control over his body movement was insane. Your moans grew louder as his hips continuously rolled into you. 

One of Hoseok’s hands formed a tight grip on your hair, roughly bringing your head up off the ground. You couldn’t stop your wanton moans from filling the open air. 

“H-Hoseok,” you cried out.

“What is it? Is it too much for you?” Hoseok cooed in your ear as he brought your head back even closer to him.

“Mmm-no,” was all you could make out.

“I knew you could take it all, such a good slut,” Hoseok praised as he let go of your hair.

Unable to hold yourself up, you immediately fell back onto your chest. Your fingernails dug into the dirt as you could feel another orgasm swelling up inside of you. 

“I’m gonna cum again,” you wailed out.

“I’m almost there, wait for me baby,” Hoseok instructed.

With perfect timing, Hoseok let out a guttural moan as he spilled his seed inside of you. Sounds of pleasure bounced around the grove as you came in unison. Hoseok’s cum dripped down the sides of your inner thighs when he pulled out. 

“How did I do, sunshine?” Hoseok asked jovially as you laid on the ground before him.

“You knocked me out. I don’t think I can move for a while,” you weakly answered with a smile.

“Not a problem, we can just stay here for a while, sunshine,” Hoseok laid down beside you, beckoning for you to rest atop his chest. 

“I like when you call me that,” you yawned.

“Sunshine?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, that. It makes me feel special,” you nodded.

“Is that so? I’m glad it makes you feel special, because you are. You’ve always been the spunky night fairy that everyone knows but is too afraid to approach,” Hoseok laughed.

“What! I am totally friendly! Just not to those who piss me off,” you defended, “Which...I guess is a lot of people so I suppose I see your point. What made you want to be my friend if everyone thought I’m scary?”

“You treated me like everyone else. It always felt like people put on a fake facade around me since I’m the chief’s son. They’re nice to me to try and curry favor with my father, or maybe flirt with me to try and gain some special sort of status. I don’t know. I’m just me,” Hoseok shrugged. 

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re my sunshine,” you hugged him.

“That makes me feel great. I’ll do my best to see you more than twice a year, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“I guess I can clear my schedule and come over to visit you too,” you giggled, “Or maybe we can run away and make a clan of our own.”

“Are you serious?” he asked, “Don’t tempt me. I’d love to go somewhere where no one knows my name or expects anything from me.”

“How about we go to where the day meets the night?” you offered.

“Like what? An eclipse?” Hoseok said as he gazed into the night sky.

“Precisely. We can make an eclipse clan. We only have to do festivals for eclipses, and those are kinda rare,” you giggled.

“Sounds like a good dream, sunshine. Let’s seriously discuss it in the morning when we’re both more sober,” Hoseok kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight, my sunshine,” you whispered into his chest.

Published July 23, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

[lilxberry]

Comfort and Moving Forward - Jeff Atkins

Synopsis;

Jeff has to watch his dear friend suffer from Justins’ actions, all whilst hoping that she would notice her worth. And him.

Warnings: Angsty af. Fluffff. Mentions of cheating (past relationship). Language. Cute ass Jeff. Super cheesy, cliché plot line *eye roll*

Words: 2,711

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x reader, Justin Foley x reader (past relationship)

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"So wait, you really said that?"

"Like I said. I. GOOGLED. EVERYTHING. How do you expect me to ignore Google?"

Y/N threw her head back with laughter as Tony and she walked down the hallways of Liberty High, drawing the attention of their peers. Taking deep breaths of air to help calm her down, she shook her head and patted her friend on the shoulder, slowing to look at him. "You're possibly the dumbest person I've ever met!"

"But I'm your favourite!" Jeff exclaimed proudly, a smug look plastered across his face.

"Hmm, I dunno about that..." Y/N trailed off, a feigned look of contemplation crosses her features as she rubs her chin, in false deep thought. "I think I like Jensen better."

Jeff stops dead in his tracks as he grasps at his chest, imitating hurt and heartbreak. "How dare you? I'm extremely offended Y/N/N. I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

A smile soon breaks across his face as he slings his arm across her shoulder and chuckles, pulling her close into his side. "You're lucky I love you." He makes kissy faces down towards her, making her face scrunch up in insincere disgust.

Y/N scoffs and playfully rolls her eyes as she jabs her finger gently into his ribs. "Sure am, dumbass."

They proceed to make their way their way out of the school and towards Jeff's car in the parking lot continuing to softly chuckle at the exchange when Y/N perks up, hearing the familiar roaring, boisterous laugh and an airy, girlish giggle carry through the air, making her fall behind Jeff and look around to find the owner.

Jeff noticed the sudden absence of his friend next to him and turns back towards her noticing she's staring of to the side, a mixture of sadness, longing and anger across her features. He takes note of the direction she's looking in and turns his attention to find the source of Y/N's rapid change in mood and behaviour. Once he laid his eyes upon the couple several parking spaces away, laughing loudly together with numerous jocks on either side of them, showing an excessive amount of PDA, Jeff understood immediately and swiftly moved to collect Y/N.

Once reaching his sullen friend, he wrapped his arm around her securely, pulling her along to his car to get in and flee from the scene that was playing out in front of them. Y/N hadn't even realised she was crying until Jeff reached a hand up to her face to wipe away fallen tears soaking the skin of her cheek in salty streams. He smoothed her hair down at the back of her head as he whispered words of comfort to her, in hopes of calming her down.

Finally buckled up within the confined of the vehicle, Y/N releases a long, shaky sign as her eyes screw shut tightly, trying to control her breathing and not break down into sobs.

"Fuck Justin, okay? He's not worth it." Jeff tries to improve his friends glum spirit. "Hey, wanna sleepover? We haven't had one in forever and I really do need to catch up with The Punisher. Plus, I think we both could do with not giving a shit what we eat right now." He throws her a mischievous grin.

She gives him a small smile and nods her head softly, not trusting her voice at that current moment.  

Giving her a one last glance from the edge of his peripheral vision, he turned on the engine and left the schools premises. _______________

With Y/N's parents away for the weekend, the house is empty and quiet, perfect for using the living room for their marathon. After unlocking her front door, Jeff hastily speeds past her and places the bags full of junk food on to the coffee table before sprinting upstairs, readying his arms for the mountain of pillows and blankets he will soon wrestle with to get downstairs.

Y/N watches in slight amusement at her best friend preparing anything and everything needed to comfort her and make her happy. She smiles softly as she kicks her shoes off before lazily making her way up to her bedroom to get changed into her warm and inviting sleepwear, which includes one of the many sweatshirts she's stolen from her frantic friend who's still setting everything up.

She's always adored Jeff, quite frankly was in love with him for the longest time, but as he got his first load of girlfriends in high school, she became disheartened and locked away all hope she could possibly have. She could never believe someone as amazing as Jeff could reciprocate her feelings. plus, she never wanted to endanger her friendship with Jeff, she would break if he was no longer in her life, discouraging her further from admitting her feeling to the baseball player.

When Justin came along one day and asked her out on a date to the movies, she was quite shocked but extremely thankful in a way as she could use the distraction to take her mind away from Jeff. The date went well and soon, multiple others occurred, leading to the two to finally become a couple.

Y/N genuinely fell for the boy and she thought he fell just as hard for her but those thoughts soon diminished once she had witnessed her now ex-boyfriend make out with Jessica Davis, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty, 3 weeks ago. Y/N and Jess weren't best friends of anything but they were civil enough to be considered acquaintances who occasionally hung around the same people.

She had voiced concerns to Justin himself about his friendliness towards the girl but he always dismissed it and said that he loved her and only her. Oh, how right she was to have her doubts.

Justin Foley had well and truly broken the poor girl.

'Was I not good enough?'.....'Am I not pretty enough?'.....'Did I bore him?'.....'What does Jessica have that I don't?'.....'Didn't I show him how much I love him enough?'.....

'Did he ever love me?'.....

She luckily had Jeff who was always there for her. He had shut down every doubt and nasty, self-deprecating thought that damaged her confidence and self-esteem. He would go to the ends of the Earth just to see her happy, even if he was miserable for the rest of his life.

When Y/N and Justin started dating, Jeff was absolutely devastated. He felt heartbroken but it all felt bittersweet when he realised how happy Justin was making his precious Y/N. He wanted time and time again for it to be him to be making her so happy and full of joy, but he never had the gall to state how her felt as he too was scared of ruining what they had.

And with that, he would suffer the consequences of his lack of courage and be subjected to watch his one true soulmate be with him.

"Will you bloody calm down Jeff! I'm getting exhausted just from fucking watching you!"

He exhales a chuckle as he makes his last trip consisting of covers down the stairs. "I just wanna get to eating and cuddling with my favourite." He grinned at her whilst sending her a cheeky wink.

She looked down as she felt her face flush with colour, tinging the tips of her ears and full cheeks pink. "Shut up." She mumbled quietly in reply, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards, forming a small smile to grace her features.

He smiles at her, eyes filled with adoration, absorbing the breath taking sight of his best friend that he was completely and utterly in love with. "I'm gonna go change. I'm pretty sure you left some sweatpants here from last time. I could find them and bring them down for you after I'm done, if you like."

"Yeah, sure." He gave her another small smile and a chaste kiss on the forehead before heading downstairs.

Her blush intensified as he left from the small display of affection. She walked leisurely into her room, quickly finding her sleepwear and stripping of her day clothes. As she changes, she looks over towards her once fully made bed to now see nothing but a mattress, noting the lack of pillows and covers. She releases a breathy giggle, imagining what she ever did right to deserve someone as amazing, kind, caring and special as Jeff.

Y/N's smile started to widen once her thoughts drifted back to Jeff, with his stupid, perfect face. She quickly shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts and finished slipping into her more comfortable clothing.

She dug through her draws, soon finding a pair of darkish grey sweatpants and a navy t-shirt. Collecting them into her arms, she flounces down the stairs to be met with a lounging Jeff surrounded by food, blankets and enough pillows to fill a warehouse. She lets out a snort causing Jeff's attention to be instantly directed towards the girl and a wide yet playful grin to cross his face. "Took you long enough."

"Ha ha." Y/N replies in a sarcastic tone then proceeds to throw the clothing towards the sluggish lounger taking up the couch.

A quiet ‘oof‘ escaped his lips as the clothing hit the intended target that is his face. He removes the clothing from upon his head and his smile falters for a millisecond before turning into a prideful smirk, taking his bottom lip in-between his pearly whites, raking his eyes over her form. "Nice sweatshirt you got there."

"Shut up. It looks better on me anyways." She playfully retorts back at him to distract him from the item of clothing in question and the painfully obvious blush creeping back on to her cheeks.

"That I can agree on." He stands and smugly struts towards the bathroom to go change. As he walks away, he playfully pinches her hip before speaking again. "Why don't you set up the T.V. ready."

Once he's disappeared around the corner and the door to the bathroom can heard closing, Y/N releases a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. Walking towards the couch, fumbling with the ends of the shirt she wears, she sits down and reaches for the remote, readying Netflix and bringing up The Punisher for the marathon to begin.

A mere 2 minutes pass before Jeff returns, clad in his sweats and shirt. He plops himself on top of the couch and impossibly close to Y/N, bringing an arm to rest behind her as he pulls a blanket over with the other. Once fully settled into their mountain of comfort, Jeff finally grabs the T.V. remote and presses play.

"Buckle up baby, it's gonna be a long night."

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Through out each and every episode, Y/N couldn't help but let her mind wander and swim with thoughts, not truly paying attention to whatever Frank Castle is doing on screen.

'Was I really a terrible girlfriend?'...….'Should I be happy it's over?'...….'What's with all of Jeff's playful flirting?'...….'It's totally not flirting, right?'...….'He definitely does not like me like that'...….'Is it too soon to be thinking about Jeff like this?'...….

Y/N was so busy drowning in her own thoughts, she hadn't realised that Jeff has been trying to get her attention for the past few minutes nor that her eyes had glazed over and let slip a few salty tears. What truly broke her out of her revere was the gentle cupping of her cheek in a large, calloused hand wiping said tears with gentle strokes of the thumb.

She looked up through her long, delicate eyelashes and glassy irises to be met with the concerned gaze of Jeff. He had a sad smile on his face as he began to speak. "What's wrong Y/N/N?"

That's all it took for the dam to break and her body was wracked with sobs. Jeff brought her head towards his chest, burying her face into his shirt as he held her tightly, kissing the crown of her hair and cooing softly, telling her it's okay, that he's there and that he isn't leaving.

She bawled up his shirt tightly into her shaky hands, knuckles turning white, as her body trembled next to his. "wh-why wasn't....I-I-I g-good enough...?" Her voice broken, stuttering and hiccupping through her sentence, choking on her gut wrenching sobs and dry lump in her throat.

His heart broke watching the girl he loved look so fragile and in a state of distraught. He feels a knot in his chest tightening, the guilt that feels taking over. 'If only I had told her, she wouldn't have ended up hurt by him'. He takes fault in not having the courage to tell her his feelings before Justin got to her. If he had, she wouldn't have had her heart broken by some asshole who barely treated her right in the first place.

As he beats and berates his self on the inside, he exudes a strong and calming façade, trying to project any form of happiness on to her in the hopes she finds comfort.

"It's him who wasn't good enough. NEVER say you aren't good enough." She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, shaking her head and sniffling. "Th-then why'd he d-do it...?"

"Because he's a fucking asshole who never deserved you. He could never, in a million years, ever treat you how you rightly deserved to be treated. You're absolutely perfect and it kills me when you belittle yourself like that Y/N.

You're so beautiful. I could travel to any and every place on Earth and I could never find anything more beautiful than you. You're smart, kind, caring, compassionate, kinda a dork but there isn't a single thing I would change about you because I have and always will love you for who you are when you're yourself."

By this point, she's looking up at him with wide eyed, cheeks stained with dry tears, lips parted in shock.

He brings his hand up to reattach to her cheek, cupping it gently as he leans forward, resting his forehead against her, noses lightly touching. "I love you, Y/N Y/L/N and I wish you could see just how much."

In a surge of confidence and possibly fear, she closes the gap between them and crashes her lips on to his. She tugs at his shirt to bring him impossibly closer as their lips mould together perfectly. They relish on the feeling of their lips against the other.

All too soon, they reluctantly pull away, the need for oxygen too much. Leaning their foreheads back on to one another's, they heavily pant for breath, staring into each others eyes with what only could be described and love, lust, adoration and awe.

"I love you, Jeff." She whispers breathlessly, afraid that if she spoke any louder, all the air will rush out of her lungs, scared the moment would be over and a harsh reality would crash over her.

"I love you, Y/N." Although, as Jeff whispers just as quietly and just as breathless as her, she smiled at the realisation that this could possibly the beginning of something wonderful.

"I think I may be over him." A chuckle rumbles in Jeff's chest.

"I sure hope so, otherwise this is gonna be really fucking awkward and I didn't even need to Google that to know so." She giggles and projects a beaming smile. "I get that you might still need time but, I'd love if you would be my girlfriend and let me take you out on an actual date?" He smiled sheepishly as he asked.

His sheepish smile soon turned into an over ecstatic grin as she nodded her head furiously at him instantly. She stretched her neck up and kissed his cheek gently then settled back into the couch, snuggling into his side. He smiled down towards her and places a sweet, chaste kiss on her hairline before turning his attention back to the television screen, bringing her closer into his embrace.

Words couldn't truly describe their feelings in the moment but as Y/N and Jeff continued to cuddle, watching The Punisher with cheek splitting grins etched on to their faces, there was a sense of serenity and safety surrounding them. They felt at peace in each others arms.

Happy, content and at peace.

_______________ . . . . . I really hope you like this I mean, it's my third fic so don't expect my ideas or plot to be exceeding your expectations, yanno lmao Any and all constructive criticism is welcomed as always and I really do look forward to hopefully receiving some requests (I may actually know what I'm doing then) If you enjoyed this, please don't forget to press that lil like button as it could really help me out :D

[yanderecandystore]

man, aven cute and all, but albedo is a trash guy and im a trash person, so now i want to request Al being more of a yan, desperate to make his human darling see he is a good guy for them, just to see they be like "hey since we're good friends, can you gimme tips on how to court this guy? i mean he's not a fae, but you're a guy too so"

dunno, just wanna see him act lovesickly a bit, you can make this behavior known by y/n or not - 🇧🇷

Hey boo, how are you? Sorry for making you wait-

TW/Tags: Human M!Reader x M!Fae // also- How dare you?? You're not trash boo >:( You're awesome :D // in case anyone doesn't know what this post is about [🧚💐🍄] // we'll start with soft, and then go straight to hell :3 // being lost in the woods

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Red! [Yandere!M!Fae OC x M!Reader - Headcanon]:

I'll start this by saying this is fairly similar to this post [😠🧚🥺]- Basically:

You were seeking different ingredients inside the forest when you got approached by Albedo who acted like a really big jerk the first days you went there, but after a while he started warming up to you.

You two were fairly different, he was the tall elegant bully while you were- Well, you! A human who just wanted to get his special flowers and go back to his home, yet managed to make a friend along the way! That's a plus.

He was kinda mean from time to time, but you learned to interpret it as he weird way of saying he loved you- What can you say? You made a strange friend, [y/n].

Albedo had tried so hard to act like didn't like you or humans at all, that he started acting more douchey than ever- Which would make you start distancing yourself from him, which would in turn make him beg you to forgive him for crossing the line.

Sometimes you take advantage of this and makes him admit that he is a dumb bully- Is a really small punishment for someone with such vile mouth, yet even as pathetic as this sound- He kinda likes it whenever you smile and laugh at him, not because you find him stupid (well, not THAT stupid-) but because you find him somewhat funny, or cute maybe.

I mean- It's not like he hopes you find him cute! H-He is a big man that doesn't need your validation at all, alright?

You do find him cute, mostly because of his unusual behavior, especially about how over the top he can be. You really like spending time with him, even if your search for certain ingredients ends up being unfruitful. It's just nice messing around with him, you don't know why.

Al however, knows exactly why he likes hanging out with you, although he would prefer to never really say it- It's so weird having a crush on not only a human, but on a person in general! He wasn't accustomed with this, not at all!

It is terrifying! It's a new experience to him yet he feels somewhat familiar with this feeling, not that he has ever really gone through these emotions- But it oddly feels like has already witnessed them before.

It doesn't matter anymore though, he is just- Happy, happy you're here with him! That's all that it really matters.

He does tries his moves occasionally, like trying to get you to tell him what you see in a guy- Asking for a "friend", saying he was just curious or just keeping it a secret from you, although let's be honest, those advances were kinda straight forward, not because of courage but because of awkwardness- Especially when you noticed him trying to act differently each you time you said something to him, you caught on his act earlier and decided to confirm your suspicions by saying really specific actions, and whatever the hell you invented would be foolishly replicated the next day, Al tried so hard to impress you by copying what you told him to be "the thing/action you found more attractive in a guy". It was the most embarrassing thing you ever witnessed, yet somehow really cute.

You kinda liked Albedo, but- Should you really accept the feelings of a fae? Al can be a bully sometimes but when it comes to you, you know he doesn't mean it.

But that's not really the issue, the biggest issue would be dating a fae while you're a human- That feels your mind with a lot of questions, and you don't even know how to achieve those answers! Should you ask Al? Would it be too forward? He hasn't really told you he likes you, he has just- Well, acted like he does! It could scare him off if you did ask him about it.

But then again, holding the truth from him for too long wouldn't make it any better, especially after realizing that you did kinda take advantage of his crush on you- Although what you did was without any intention of harm and was done mostly as a both sided joke, it doesn't take away the fact you should feel guilty for never addressing this with him.

You're a pretty naughty human for someone he considers to be made out of pure gold, and you know that, right?

Eventually, you would have to tell him that you know about his feelings- But will you be able to reciprocate them? You like him, you really do, but is a love between you and him possible? Old Albedo would have said no, new Albedo would scream on top of his lungs that yes, of course it is-

You tell him, he is just panicking just as you thought he would- Defending himself at all costs, accusing you of liking him, despite the facts proving the contrary. He will try to act like he doesn't until he has to face the facts and say the truth.

Yeah you caught him, what about now? He does act like he is ready to be rejected, but to be honest?? He isn't at all, he is so unprepared that he thinks it's impossible for you to reject him- Up until this point you have proven that you liked him, you have indulged in this situation just as much as him- Oh please, he may be a lot of things but dense is not one of them- It was obvious that you were pinning for him as well, it would be ridiculous for you to just decide to stop right now-

Please don't do this. Don't do this to him.

And that's how your first fight with Albedo began. You two started talking about it and telling the truth to one another, and you denied his confession- Well, not really- You said you needed time to think, that you were still confused about this, again- You really like Al, but do you, well, love him?

You didn't know, that's why you said you needed more time- To which he responded for the first time ever with nothing more than pure distraught in his voice- How could you…?

"That's a lie, that's a lie and you know it!" It's what he kept telling you, not raising his voice, not raising his body language- Not attacking you, just feeling… Lied to, used by you, in a way.

In his head, you were just as interested in this relationship as he is- As he was. He feels so betrayed yet, somehow he can't bring himself to feel angry or overly sad about it.

Albedo would still say you're only denying your own feelings and playing with his own. He doesn't believe you could be stupid enough to say something like that, but it's alright.

It's not like it matters really, right? You would have to eventually come to terms with the fact you love him- And that without him you won't be able to leave this forest safely.

Be glad you never gave your name to him, you're stuck in the woods with a possessive creature but at least you're not his prisoner- Yet.

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[shyneanon]

So ppl really liked my fic about Red’s baking! Thanks so much, your happy replies were so great! It encouraged me to write more, so I did! This is a fic based off the idea of the skellies going into heat? I don’t know who came up with it, but it’s an interesting concept. This one is about Classic Sans (and it’s sfw), but I’m going to write one about Red too. Hope you guys like it.

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Sans had warned you about heats way ahead of time.

He’d sat you down and very awkwardly explained that at certain times of the year, monsters would wake up one morning to find that their reproductive instincts were in high gear. They’d be super competitive for “mates,” possessive and protective of any “mate” they did have, and they’d be super horny all the time. Like animals. You thought it was strange that his species hadn’t evolved out of those kinds of habits. Surely a sapient species didn’t need that to compel them to reproduce, right? Sapient species had babies because they wanted to. (Hopefully.) Sans couldn’t explain why, he just knew the whats and hows of it.

When he’d first told you about it, he had told you that when he was in heat, he would call you and you could avoid him. He would avoid you in turn. He seemed worried that his strange behavior would freak you out, but you told him it was no big deal. Especially with Sans. He was a chill guy, his version of being aggressive was probably not that frightening.

Still, he called you that morning.

“So I… I just wanted you to know that… R-- remember when I told you about how monsters go into heats?”

“You’re in heat?” you asked.

“Y… Yeah. So, I know you were gonna come over but--”

“Sans, I’m not going to be afraid of you in heat. You told me you still understand consent. I’m gonna come over.”

“I just… Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

When you did get to his place and knock on the door, it creaked open just a little bit. When Sans saw you, his face turned blue and he closed the door in your face.

“I dunno if this is a good idea,” he told you through the door.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“No, o-- of course not!”

“Then we’re fine. Let me in. Please?”

At the “Please” the door swung open. “S-- sure,” said Sans, though his face was still blue. And whoa, his eyelights…. They were suddenly way larger than normal.

You stepped inside and gave Sans your usual greeting-- that being a kiss. He made a sound of protest as you wrapped your arms around him, but you kissed him anyway. He immediately reciprocated, and you hummed. This kiss was longer than usual, but you…

Wait a second.

Was Sans feeling your waist?

“So… pretty….”

He tugged you in the direction of his couch and then sat you down. You weren’t sure if he was about to try hitting on you, but you had to admit, you were curious about this biological difference between your species and his, so you would let him continue.

Another kiss, this one initiated by him. Well, if him being in heat meant more kisses, you weren’t about to complain.

“Mine,” he crooned, much to your surprise. He wasn’t one to be possessive-- not even gently, like this. This heat thing really did make them act differently, huh? He trailed a thumb along your jaw, smiling and looking at you with fuzzy eyelights. “Mine…. Safe here….”

He suddenly seemed to realize something and looked around. His eyelights went to the door of his apartment. He muttered something that you couldn’t make out-- and then started moving a bunch of the furniture. Wow. This was way more active than you were used to seeing him. What was he doing?

… Barricading the door.

“Sorry,” he said. “I know this is weird, but… it’s not safe enough. Or, it doesn’t feel safe enough. Objectively it probably is.”

At least he knew it was weird.

The second he was done, he sat next to you. You smiled, trying not to let your bewilderment show. You were the one who’d consciously decided to come over. At least he was done with the door. “So are we gonna watch a movie or what?”

“Not yet,” he said, and immediately started inspecting you. Not sexually. Almost medically, using his eyes and hands to search you. His eyelights shrank when he noticed something.

“What is this?” he asked, holding your hand. He was looking at bandages wrapped around your middle finger.

“Oh, that. That was me being a dumbass--”

He kissed you, which was startling, but nice. “Don’t say that…. You’re smart….” He held up your hand. “Did someone do this?”

His eyelights suddenly went out.

“Tell me who did this to you.”

… OK, now you were beginning to understand why he’d suggested you stay home. “No, nobody did this to me! I was using scissors and somehow managed to make a slash down the center of my finger. It’s not deep though.”

He calmed down and started to unwrap the bandages. “I’ll fix it…. Make it better….”

You were confused until he put a finger on the cut and you felt a warmth seep through your hand. Healing magic? He was using healing magic on you. Magic used up a lot of his energy sometimes, and he was using it over a small cut? You looked at his face and realized his eyelights were very large, and watching your wound healing intently. Once it was finished, he kissed your finger. OK, that’s kind of cute.

He then wrapped his arms around you. “So sweet….” He looked at you through lidded eyes. “This… this is why I told you to stay home.” A smile. “But I’m glad you came….. Safe with me….”

You felt your face heat up. You were less weirded out now and more… flattered.

Still, he was acting so strange, and you wanted a sense of familiarity. “So I guess you could say you feel this heat down to the bone, huh?”

He let out a soft chuckle, still smiling at you. His eyelights dilated more. “You’re so cute.”

Your face flushed. “Thank you, Sans.”

There was a moment of silence. He seemed to be thinking about something….

He kissed you again, and this time his hands started to push you down onto the couch.

Oh, right.

Heat meant he was horny.

“Movie can wait,” he said. “We’re busy right now….”

Wow, this was… not like Sans at all. But you weren’t actually sure if this was the best idea. Hadn’t he mentioned something about heats having to do with high fertility?

“Uh, Sans,” you said, moving his hands away. “Probably not a good plan.”

To your surprise, he made a disappointed whining sound, then seemed to realize it. He looked down at the way you were underneath him and his face managed to flush harder. “... S-- sorry!” He got off. “Sorry. Yeah, not a good idea.”

This was the Sans you recognized. He looked mortified, trying to avoid eye contact, but you smiled as you sat up. “It’s OK, I know you’re kind of out of it right now.”

“This is why I told you not to come over, I’m insane right now….”

“It’s OK!” You hugged him. “I like that you want to keep me safe.”

“... You like it?”

“Of course. It’s… It makes me feel special.”

He watched you, then gave you a kiss before getting off the couch.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To get you things,” he said, “to keep you safe.”

Oh.

He had been holding back, hadn’t he?

He came back with a blanket and draped it over you to keep you warm. The next thing you knew he was asking you a million questions about how you felt, seeming pleased every time you told him you weren’t feeling anything unpleasant. When he asked you about your back, you admitted that it was a bit achy, and the second you said it he wrapped his arms around you and began to massage it, purring happily.

“Keeping you safe,” he mumbled again.

The massage eventually got a little more… touchy than necessary. His hand started to slide down past the small of your back, and didn’t stop. You could see his eyes lidding and his eyelights dilating-- he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Sans,” you said in a warning tone, and he withdrew his hands.

“I-- I’m sorry, you just… look so hot right now.” His face was so blue. “I mean, you’re always hot, but my heat just… k-- keeps wanting my hands and eyes to go to, uh… certain places.” He grinned awkwardly.

You grinned back. “So I guess you could say that you really want to bone, huh?”

Another chuckle from him. “Don’t even joke about it, you’ll just get me turned on again.”

“OK.” Still curious about all this, you asked, “So how long does this heat thing last again?”

“Up to a week.”

“You can be like this for a week?”

“Yeah, sometimes. It sucks even for me.” He gave you a soft smile. More of the Sans you knew. “Although it’s… less sucky with a mate around.”

Your face was suddenly very hot.

“If you want me to stay,” you said, “I can.”

“N-- no, you don’t have to do that, I know I’m acting completely crazy.”

“No, I’m… I’m glad I can be your mate.”

He smiled softly. “... Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re being really sweet. And I don’t want to leave you alone like this.”

He hesitated. “I… I’ll probably try to feed you. Like, one bite at a time.”

“That’s OK.”

“I’ll freak if you so much as stub your toe.”

“That’s OK too.”

“I’ll--”

“Sans, whatever it is, it’s OK.”

“... OK.” He made sure the blanket was properly covering you. “Thanks... for letting me be weird.”

He hugged you to him. You sank into his touch. He was so soft, and warm...

“The pleasure’s all mine,” you told him.

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“Y’know, Jayden, I really thought she was gonna mean something to me. We went on, like, four dates, and I wrote her a poem and she made out with me in my room and everything. And then when she started feeling me up and kinda grinding on my thigh I said I didn’t wanna have sex with her and she got all emotional about it? Not that there’s anything wrong with emotions, just… she was saying all this shit about ‘what’s wrong with her’ and ‘is she really that ugly’ and… I dunno. I don’t wanna have sex with any girl. I’m sixteen. No offense.” Carroll sighs and flips onto his side, his chest landing in Jayden’s lap and his head on the bed. It’s nice having his best friend over. Having someone he can talk to.

“I guess I’m just confused. About why everyone keeps trying to fuck me and about why I always chicken out. Maybe it’d be easier to just put out and at least know someone will stick around. Even if it’s someone who just likes me for my body and kinda sucks as a person. That’s what my mom does, I think. What you do.”

(Gives u boys in their not-dating AU)

- ✩ { @calvinsmuses​ } ✩

{ ☆ } This isn’t the first failed romance that Jayden has heard about from Carroll and if things continue like this, he doubts it’ll be the last. With how rapidly Carroll seems to go through girls and the haphazard way they continue to throw themselves at the attractive boy just for the chance that they might be ‘special’, Jayden would be surprised if he’s single more than a week before another tramp is making moves. Moves that he’s certain Carroll will reciprocate because why wouldn’t he? It’s not like he’s proven to be very selective with his exploits…. Fruitless as they always end up being. Still, even if he has yet to surrender his dick, Jayden knows for certain that his LIPS are a popular flavor at school.

Not that he cares… or that it would matter even if he did.

Feathers ruffling with irritation as Carroll laments to him about what’s-her-name, gaze is purposely aimed at an opposing wall, brows lowered and the urge to sigh along with the dramatic roll of his eyes growing stronger with every word. Miraculously, Jayden manages to remain silent, even if the tenseness of his shoulders and knit of his brows display his gross emotions loud-and-clear. Thankfully, Carroll isn’t looking at him; Jayden doubts he could plaster his usual ‘everything is fine, I’m totally not hating listening to you right now’ neutral-smile on his face right now. He just needs a minute… or two… maybe three.

Good thing Carroll seems like he’s gonna be obliviously talking for a while.

Four dates. That’s four more than Jayden will ever get with him. Four times Carroll wanted to go out with her. Four times Carroll decided to touch and kiss her and treat her well. Four times Carroll went out with the hope and idea that she’d be The One.

Stomach twists in knots at the thought, annoyance growing as Carroll continues to list things about his latest ex. ❝ Yeah. Sure. ❞ Jayden dryly replies to the ‘no offense’, Carroll’s need to reassure immediately making offense take hold. It’s pretty clear that Carroll judges him for what he does. Or it certainly feels that way. Everyone does. He hears the scornful comments, glorified rumors condemning him for the Slut he is. Going on and on about how he can barely keep it in his pants. Hasn’t been able to for the past two years apparently… A horny little nobody who threw himself at one of the school’s top dogs and actually managed to convince him to take a bite. A trashy fucking loser with nothing going for him but the fact that he’s always got a hole ready and willing.

But sure… No offense taken.

Wondering if Carroll would ever learn to read a room— or Jayden’s emotions —a hand subconsciously plays with Carroll’s head-feathers when he lies down, running through them in slow, soothing motions. Twirling and toying with the locks in a manner that defies the frustration bubbling his blood. Thoughts of Carroll writing other people poems— with the intent for them to be romantic, to REALLY mean something —and kissing and touching and- He doesn’t like it. Hates it, actually. Which might be a gross thing to feel considering his own relationship status and the fact that Carroll’s never shown any interest in guys. Let alone HIM.

… It still pisses Jayden off.

❝ Well, it’s not like you’d have any trouble finding someone to give it up to. ❞ Doesn’t piss him off as much as Carroll’s comment about ‘what he does’ though. Tone laced with irritation barely concealed by passive-aggressiveness, hand moves away from Carroll’s feathers with a huff. Arms crossing to prevent any desire to touch the other, Jayden rolls his eyes— not bothering to check if it’s concealed this time —and snippily says, ❝ All you have to do is go down the drama club cast list and take your pick. There’s plenty of girls just dying to be another notch on your bedpost. ❞ Even though they both know the rumors are false, that doesn’t mean those girls do. Yet they still scramble to see if they’ll be the fuck that manages to keep Carroll interested. Either that or they just want to see what all the fuss is about.

Regardless, Carroll isn’t in any position to complain.

❝ Y’know, some of us don’t get the luxury of OPTIONS. Some people have to just take whatever the fuck they can get. Otherwise some people wouldn’t get anything at all… ❞ Jayden continues, gaze averted to the side and cheeks reddened with shame. But he presses on, uncertain if he’s embarrassed about how pathetic his prospects are, the fact that even Carroll doesn’t think Ram could enjoy him for anything besides something to fuck, or the fact that… for all his lamenting about making someone ‘stick around’, Carroll doesn’t seem to consider him at all.

Scoffing, beak scrunches with distaste as he looks back at Carroll, brow quirked as he bluntly points out, ❝ In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly have people lining up to grab my tits. ❞

Ram’s words; not his. { ☆ }

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Sisterly assistance

The summoning circle started up, the orbs raised up and circled around, shining gold as they moved around then forming a ring that split into three rings before the pillar forms and shows the vissage of a hooded figure with a staff that dissipates showing a relatively tall women with brown hair that fades into green in black and red clothing. Then the machine starts up again, the orbs still sparkling gold before the pillar forms, this time showing an enraged figure bound in chains before dissipating and showing... just a head... with blue hair and and a red-feathered headdress

???: Caster class, I am the goddess of lust and sin, Tlazolteotl. It's very nice to meet you, master~

????: Servant, Avenger class. I am the moon goddess, Coyolxauhqui. DO NOT ASK WHY I'M CURRENTLY JUST A HEAD!!!

Two other Mesoamerican goddesses had been summoned to Rex's chaldea, and much to their surprise, one of the most powerful of their pantheon had already been summoned to this Chaldea.

Quetzalcoatl stood behind her master, hands on his shoulders. Rex had been a bit nervous, seeing two more powerful goddesses in front of him.

Quetz: Wow! Dos de mis hermanas! It's good to see you two!

The goddess who still had a whole body held the head of the other goddess.

Tlaz: Quetzalcoatl!? What are you doing here? What are we doing here?

Quetz: you've been summoned, of course! Is that so weird?

Coyo: ....how have we been summoned?! We're... goddess! That shouldn't be possible!

Quetz: this summoning is a bit... unique. Don't think too much about it.

The two goddesses then looked at their new master, standing in front of their elder sister.

Coyo: is that the master?

Quetz: si! This is Rex! He's a very good master!

Tlaz: why hello there, master~ my don't you look cute!

In an Immediate response to this, Quetzalcoatl put Rex behind her before talking to her sister.

Quetz: hermana, can you not do that to master. That kinda stuff makes him uncomfortable! And me too.

Tlaz: oh! Of course, hermana! Lo siento, it won't happen again!

Quetz: gracias! That means a lot to me!

Rex: uh... Quetz? Is everything ok?

Quetz: ah, everything is fine master. Just wanted to make sure mis hermanas don't cross any lines, is all!

Rex: ok....?

Later on, Quetz and Rex sat together at the cafeteria, talking about what just happened.

Rex: what happened Quetz? After your sister said that you seemed... upset? Is everything fine?

Quetz: si.... pero.... I don't know why but.... I didn't like hearing her say that to you.... it bothered me....

Rex: really? Why would that bother you?

Quetz: I wish I knew.... honestly.... but it just... didn't sit right with me....

Rex: weird...

Quetz: you're not upset with me are you?

Rex: of course not! You're fine, Quetz!

Quetz: *phew* that's good to hear master, I didn't want to upset you.

Rex: you could never upset me! You're far too amazing!

Quetz: hehehehe... gracias master!

Nearby, the two newly summoned goddesses looked on, and watched their sister. Well, Tlazolteotl did, Coyolxauhqui was drinking juice from a straw.

Tlaz: aren't they cute together?

Coyo: who?

Tlaz: Quetz and Master of course!

Coyo: together?

Tlaz: yes! Isn't it obvious?! Those two are the biggest love birds I've ever seen!

Coyo: awwww I get it now.

Tlaz: hmmm?

Coyo: those two may seem like they're together, but they aren't.

Tlaz: what makes you say that?

Coyo: you haven't been listening

Tlaz: eh?

Coyo: I can hear them, the two don't understand why hermana got jealous of what you said, if they were together it'd be clear why.

Tlaz: really? So.... they aren't together? But..... they seems so.... close? I've seen such nice couples before.... and those two look just like one.

Coyo: I may have not been very close to her.... but I can tell that, even tho she always wanted love.... Quetzalcoatl is ignorant of what love feels like. She's never felt it... so now that it's right in front of her..... she's blind.

Tlaz: oh.... should... should we tell her?

Coyo: you can, I don't care.

Tlaz: really, Coyolxauhqui?!

Coyo: it matters not to me how she feels! Why do you care? Won't you just try to tempt master the second they get together?

Tlaz: not that soon.... but it is a necessary test! We can't have Hermana's heart broken like with what Chocl did....

Coyo: Still with that!? Let it go!

Tlaz: I cannot! What he did.... it is unforgivable!

Coyo: tell her or don't, I won't stop or help you.

Tlaz: not that I need help! Hmmph!

Tlaz: ....hey, where does the juice... go?

Coyo: don't ask questions.... you aren't getting an answer.

Later, at Quetz's room

*knock knock*

*door opens*

Quetz: Hola?

Tlaz: hola, Hermana! How are you?

Quetz: oh! Hola Tlaz, I'm good!

Tlaz: that's good to hear!

Quetz: what brings you here?

Tlaz: I just wanted to talk is all.

Quetz: oh, of course! Come in, Come in!

Tlaz: gracias!

The two entered Quetz's room and sat in her bed together.

Quetz: so what did you want to talk about?

Tlaz: well... what do you think of master?

Quetz: well... he's very nice and sweet. He's dependable too. He can be a bit down on himself sometimes, but I'm trying to help him!

Tlaz: that's so nice hermana! It's nice to see you two so close and helping each other!

Quetz: of course! That's what a big sis figure is for!

Tlaz: now.... are you sure that's what you are for him?

Quetz: eh? What else would I be?

Tlaz: I dunno... it's just... you two seem so close... and that look you two had in your eyes as you talked.... it was very special.

Quetz: ....eh? W-what are you saying?

Tlaz: and I've been talking to some of the others while getting used to this place and... they all seemed to have come to the same conclusion as me....

Quetz: w-what would that be?

Tlaz: ay, hermana! That you two are in love!

Quetz: Que?! N-n-no... we can't be... in love? Can we?

Tlaz: I understand this is new to you but... think about it.... truly think about how you feel about Master?

Quetz: how I feel.... about master? Well... he is... very nice... and cute....

Tlaz: do you think you can imagine how he'd be like in a relationship?

Quetz: well... I known him for a while and... he seems like he'd try to treat me well... he's already been so kind and supportive.... every time I'm kind to him, he tries to reciprocate it.... and.... I... I wouldn't be... against the idea of.... being with him.... kissing him.... holding him.... sleeping together.... I... would like it....

Tlaz: do you get it now?

Quetz: ....I think I do.... I do get it...

Tlaz: then what are you waiting for?! Go tell him!

Quetz: right! I'll go now! Gracias hermana!

Tlaz: de nada!

As Tlaz said that, Quetzalcoatl ran out of the room towards Rex's to finally tell him how she felt... now that she finally understood....

So... without Tia, you'd never be able to understand how in love you were....

Now... I don't think that's the case.... some part of me... did have some kind of feeling.... I think she just... sped things along....

That's fair.... it did need some speeding along...

Yeah yeah, we get it. We were kinda stupid about our feelings at first! Aye aye aye.....

At least you admit it....

A/N: well, now Quetz understands her feelings, thanks to her sister. Next time she'll finally confront Rex about them....

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[littlemisssquiggles]

I just thought of something. Ruby is already worried and tried to call Yang and the others in the last episode. Do you think... once she knows where Oscar is or what happened. She will go after him and get him back, by herself??? 0O0

Hi there Rose! Hmmmmmmmmmm…. I don't think so. At least I'm not sure, fam?

Don’t get me wrong, I would more than love it if Ruby is the one to go after Oscar herself. However I've more been leaning towards the theory of Salem sending George the Hound after Ruby at some point later in the story and Ruby willingly surrendering herself over to Salem as a chance for her to possibly find and save Oscar herself. 

I also like the theory of Oscar being saved by Ren who abandons Jaune and Yang at the outpost and goes off on a solo mission to return Oscar safely home no matter the cost. What would actually be pretty interesting is if Ren managed to find Oscar but is forced to abandon him again when Oscar, despite his severely weakened state and despite what further torture he might endure from the villains, decides to remain in imprisonment after word that Salem had successfully captured Ruby too reaches Oscar’s ears.

 Like imagine how heart wrenching it would be for Ren to have Oscar in his grasps and be so close to saving him only to be told to leave him behind yet again because Ruby was captured and there was no way Oscar was about to leave her alone with Salem. It’s a matter of Ren not wanting to fail to help Oscar a second time and Oscar not really giving Ren much of a choice in the matter. Like just picture, Ren saving Oscar and the two are just on their way to make an escape after being figured out and Oscar, upon learning that Ruby was taken too, ensures that Ren managed to escape while he remained behind to receive whatever further punishment he had to endure for what Ren tried to do.

I dunno fam. This squiggly Rosegardening Pinehead is torn.

I really, really, REALLY want to Ren redeemed by having him be the one man army to brave the storm to try and save Oscar on his own since that would be excellent as development for both Ren’s character and his friendship with Oscar and vice versa. 

However at the same time, I also really, really, REALLY want to see Ruby and Oscar reunited while in imprisonment by Salem since a part of believes it will lead into an angsty moment where Oscar is forced to give up the password to the lamp for Ruby.

I also want to see Ruby and Oscar reunited as Salem’s prisoners since I believe it will lead into a daring moment where Ruby’s quick wit allows her to outsmart Salem---knocking the Lamp of Knowledge out of the witch’s hand and using its time pausing ability to get her and Oscar a moment of safety.

As it still stands, my theory is that Ruby Rose will be the one to ask the final question of the Lamp. Since it was foreshadowed back during the V6 finale when Jinn warned Ruby about using her without a question---I’m imagining another scenario in which Ruby is forced to use Jinn to freeze time as a means of buying her a chance to think of a way to escape. 

Only this time, Jinn isn’t willing to permit Ruby departure from the Realm of Revelation without using the final question. Thus Ruby uses the final question to ask Jinn to reveal the truth about a mystery that we know has been plaguing the little rose for some time---What happened to Summer Rose?

I want Ruby to ask Jinn to reveal the truth about Summer’s death since I firmly believe the key to stopping Salem lies in that revelation. I also believe it would be terrific from a storytelling perspective if Ruby finally got some closure on her mother by seeing the events that led up to her death with her own two eyes. I even like the idea of Oscar being there with Ruby for morale support to witness the truth along with her and see Ozpin’s part in it since my hunch is that Oscar would get pulled into the Realm of Revelation after Ruby tried to use the lamp to save them both from Salem.

Perhaps…it’s even a case where Ruby, Oscar and even Salem are all pulled into the Realm of Revelation together while the events of Summer Rose’s death are playing out around them, much like in the Lost Fable. Since we saw that it’s possible for characters to interact with one another while Jinn is revealing the truth, imagine if…we got a moment of Salem trying to attack Ruby and Oscar from within the Realm of Revelation or perhaps…we get a scene of Oscar having to comfort Ruby as she watched her own mother be killed by Salem in front of her in memory.

I just love the idea of Ruby seeing how her mother truly died---coming up on the moment where she was about to be killed and Oscar appearing beside Ruby to place his hand on her shoulder, telling her that she doesn’t have to watch that part only for Ruby to respond that she did. She did NEED to see that part for herself.

So Ruby lives her mother’s death and has an emotional moment because of it, but fortunately she had Oscar there to give her the support she needed. I even think it would be excellent if we got a parallel for all the times Ruby has placed her hand on her shoulder in comfort of Oscar in which Oscar is the one to place his hand on Ruby’s shoulder this time---maybe even give her hug.

Something that I’ve observed about Oscar over time is that he rarely---pretty much NEVER initiates physical contact between himself and another person. As a matter of fact, Oscar appears to be rather skittish to the notion of touching anyone with or without their consent. Oscar is more likely to try and reach someone using words as opposed to any sort of physical contact since he himself isn’t always too keen on any and everyone just touching him as is, as I’ve observed about the little prince as well.

This is why a hug or even a shoulder touch or other form of emotional contact of support initiated by Oscar would be meaningful. It’s NOT something he would do for everyone he meets. So to see Oscar actually be the one to execute a hug or holding someone’s hand or even placing it on their shoulder would be deemed as special. Since, again, he doesn’t do this with everyone and recipients of this form of compassion from him could be seen as very important to him.

All the more reason why I would love to see Oscar be the one to instigate a hug to someone who means a lot to him---like Ruby. The CRWBY showrunners promised lots of hugs for this season so I’m still hoping that at least one of them goes to the Rosegardening pair and what would make it even more meaningful is if Oscar is the one to initiate it. Ruby is always making contact with Oscar. This is her way of showing support for him. So it would be nice to see Oscar reciprocate this in return and having him as the one to hug Ruby first would be an excellent way to show how much she means to him. But then again, this is just me spouting theories.

Not quite sure if I answered you, fam but these are my thoughts on this. I want to see Ruby save Oscar but…I also want to see Ren try and save Oscar too and if there was a way for the show to kill both of these birdies with one stone, that would be great. 

Then again, like I said, these are only my theories and there is no confirmation that we’ll even get something like this done in the canon. Still worth talking about though.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 51

"Bullshit. You could leave him right now if you were man enough."

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead.” Paul nudged gently. Joe groaned, rolling onto his back, rubbing his eyes. He could smell coffee. “What time is it?” His eyes eventually opened. Paul perched next to him on the bed holding a cup of coffee. “Just gone 8. You need to leave here at 9 for your flight.”

Joe sat up taking the coffee from him. “Thank you. Man, I’m so tired.” Paul smiled “I’m not surprised after last night. You were so needy.” This caused Joe to blush. “Well I don’t know when I’ll see you next. I”ll take what I can get.”

“Well I’ll definitely be at the Pay Per View. I”ll book us somewhere nice that night. We could stay in San Francisco for a couple of days and then drive to LA. I’m looking forward to having you meet my friends.” He smiled.

“I hope they like me. I’m always a bit nervous meeting people and under the circumstances…” Joe trailed off taking another sip of his coffee. Paul gave him a re-assuring look. “Baby, they’re gonna love you. We”ll talk more about it next weekend but you’ve gotta get your ass up. C’mon!”

“I know, I know,” Joe groaned, pulling his covers off. He really didn’t want to have to leave this morning. He padded into the ensuite and shut his eyes as he stood under the spray.

It was only a matter of time until Paul’s hands were finding their way around his waist before he could fully turn around. “I need to have you one more time before you leave.” He breathed, pulling Joe close to him and sweeping his hair back before he kissed him hungrily. His hard cock pressed up against Joe, causing the young man to groan into his mouth. Paul’s hands lowered to his buttocks as his eyes met Joe. A dark smile crossed his face as Joe looked into his eyes. “Turn around.”

Joe did as told, pressing his palms against the wall as Paul motioned for him to part his legs a little more. He grabbed the nearby soap and lathered his hands before starting to massage Joe's opening. “Feels so good.” The young man moaned, lowering his head. “Please…” Joe breathed, looking briefly over is shoulder. “What do you want baby?” Paul asked running his fingers deeper into his prostate. Joe growled, feeling like he would cum right there. “I want your cock.” Those words were music to Paul’s ears. A hunger over took him as he withdrew his fingers, wasting no time in filling his hole with his hard cock. He loved to hear how needy he was. The bathroom echoed with both of their grunts and moans as Paul fucked Joe senselessly. Paul continued to fuck him, forcing his abdomen against the wet tiled wall. Joe clawed at the tiles, shutting his eyes, taking everything Paul was giving him. The older man buried his head in Joe's hair as he finally came. “Fuck me,” Joe shuddered, breathing against the tiles as Paul gripped his shoulders before he eventually pulled out. Slowly, Joe turned around and kissed Paul softly. The older man swept his wet hair back, reciprocating.

A sly grin crossed Paul’s face as he stepped out of the shower leaving Joe to finish washing himself. Once finished, he quickly dried himself off, got changed into some loose black pants and a black Nike t-shirt. Paul wore a grey suit and a black shirt as he planned to meet with Vince, Steph and Shane at Titan Towers later that morning. He loaded his case into Paul’s Range Rover and they headed to the airport. They held hands as Paul drove. “What are you going to do this week?”

“I’m just planning on taking it easy before Sunday. I’m having some gym equipment delivered but mainly relaxing. I know it’s gonna be pretty physical next week.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” Paul smirked raising Joe hand up and kissing the back of it. “I’m nervous just thinking about it.”

“Don’t be. They’re nice people. I wouldn’t hang out with them if they were assholes.” Paul assured him. “That go for your New York friend too?”

“He’s an exception.” Paul passed him a glance and a faint smile.

“Do you think you’ll put me with him again?” Joe asked hesitantly. “It depends on what his plans are for the evening.” He paused for a moment and looked at Joe. “Do you want to be with him again?”

“I dunno, maybe…since I’ve already met him.” Joe suggested before pursing his lips. He noticed Paul’s face harden a little. “It’s just because I’m a bit nervous.” He quickly added.

“You’ll have me. There’s no need to be nervous.” He said, resting his hand on Joe’s leg. The young man nodded, looking out the window. The mood had shifted. Joe wished he’d never brought it up. “Nadja usually likes to pre-determine who’s going to be fucking who since she wants to allocate rooms. If this is something you want, tell me so I can have it arranged.”

Joe swallowed. “It’s OK, it was just a suggestion. I don’t have to… “

“No, you brought it up-” Paul started. “Yeah but you don’t exactly seem thrilled so, it’s OK. If there’s someone else you have in mind…”

Paul sighed. “Look, baby. I don’t know if I can trust him. That’s all. He’s great when it comes to discipline but…in that kind of environment, I don’t like it.” He explained.

“OK,” Joe nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK babe, you didn”t know.” He slowed the car, pulling into the lane for the airport. “Its just one night. I want it to be special for you. Understand?” Paul looked him in the eye. “Yes Sir.”

Paul pulled into the drop off. He never got out of the car when Joe was around. “I’m gonna miss you but next week will be fun, I promise.” The older man leaned in and kissed him. “Love you.” Joe replied. “Love you too.”

It was Monday evening and Joe had just finished a tag match, tagging alongside Matthew against Colby and Drew. Sunday’s Clash of Champions match was announced as a Title Street Fight. Joe hadn’t had one of those in over a year. Part of him was looking forward to beating the crap out of Colby with Kendo Sticks and whatnot and another part of him knew he’d be a bit banged up “meeting” Paul’s friends a few nights later. Great timing!

Joe quickly showered and got changed. As he was packing his case, Colby walked in. “Hey man,” Joe looked up. “Leaving so soon?” Colby asked. “I just wanna rest.”

“Aww man, I was gonna ask if you wanted to come out for a few drinks with us. Just at the hotel. I figured since Paul wasn’t around, you might wanna join us?”

“Aww man that’s real nice but-” Colby cut him off. “Come on man. You never come out with us anymore. The guys think something’s up.”

“What do you mean?” Joe asked with a furrowed brow. “Well, you disappear off all of a sudden after the show. You used to come out all the time so they’re starting to ask questions.” Colby explained “I hadn’t realised.”

“Hey man, I just wanted to let you know. Might help to show your face once in a while, keep up appearances y’know?”

Joe raised his eyebrows. “I guess you twisted my arm.”

“Awesome! You’re staying at The Regency right?” Colby checked. “Yeah, I’m heading there now. Meet you guys at 11?” He checked before they parted ways.

Joe arrived at his room about 20 minutes later. He jumped into the shower and freshened up. All he wanted to do was sleep but he needed to make time for his friends. He hadn’t realised he’d been neglecting them so hopefully tonight would change their minds. He slipped into smart black pants and a black shirt and headed down to the bar. There were about 5 others there including Colby, Drew, Jay, Kevin and Matthew. He blended in easily, like he normally did. They spent the next couple of hours catching up about work, life and generally having a laugh. Every now and then Joe would catch Drew’s eye. They hadn’t had a proper chance to catch up in person since that day in the hotel parking lot. After Colby called it a night, thanks to an early flight the next morning and the others were disbanding, Joe tapped Drew on the shoulder as he walked towards the lifts.

“Hey,” Joe said softly as Drew’s eyes met his. “I wanted to speak with you alone.”

“What”s up?” The scot asked casually.

“I just wanted to say sorry about everything that went down with Paul over the past while. I swear, it’s been nothing but drama recently.”

“You can say that again.” A small smile crept across Drew’s face as he pressed the button for the lift. “Are things better?” The lift door opened and they both stepped in. Joe pressed the button for the 9th floor. He looked at Drew to see what floor he needed. “I’m 9th too actually.” The doors closed. “So, are things better between you two?”

Joe hesitated a little as the lift slowed and the doors opened. His tone was hushed. “As well as can be expected. Things can’t be perfect all the time.” He shrugged his shoulders as they started down the hallway. Joe didn”t want to wake any of the other guests. “I’d been wanting to talk to you about it actually.”

“Really?” Joe looked at him with interest. “This is me,” Drew stopped outside room 382. “Do you want to come in?”

Joe looked down the hallway towards, his room. “OK, sure.” Gingerly he stepped in behind Drew. He hadn’t been alone with him in a hotel room like this in a while. Such good memories. He moved towards the sofa, following Drew’s lead. “Yeah so, I just thought it’d be good to have a chat since Paul’s not around. These kinda moments are a rarity nowadays.”

Joe forced a smile, lowering to the sofa, his body turned on it’s side to face Drew who was sat on the other end. “I know, we spend so much time together. It’s funny, Colby said earlier that some people have started to ask questions since I’m not around as much anymore.”

“I have heard a few people mention it yeah.” Drew confirmed. “It’s nobody’s business what you do in your free time but…you had me worried a while back. I’ve known Paul for quite a while now and I have to say, I’m a bit concerned.”

“Why?” Joe tried to brush it off.

“C’mon Joe, don’t play me for a fool. I know what kinda temper he’s got and how manipulative he can be. I just don’t want you to feel he’s backed you into a corner. I speak from experience…” Drew confessed, his eyes meeting Joe. “Don’t look so surprised. I may not look it now but I, too had a past with him. I looked up to him, I wanted to make an impression.” A long sigh escaped Joe as he sat forward looking into space. “I would do anything to make him happy until one day, I had enough. He was wearing me down physically, mentally…I just don’t want the same to happen to you.” Drew edged closer leading Joe to eventually look at him. “I’ve never known anyone like him before. I can’t explain it but It’s like I’m drawn in and I can’t go back. Even when things get bad, I…” He took a deep breath. Drew placed his hand on Joe shoulder “It’s OK…”

“It is OK. I keep telling myself that. We have these sweet moments where everything is perfect and I don’t want it to end but then, something happens and he’s suddenly in a mood. I feel like I’m treading on thin ice around him.”

“That’s how I felt. Sometimes he’d get physical-” Joe could see something building up inside Drew. “Hey, Drew, we don’t have to talk about this.” Joe said placing his hand on his knee. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.” Joe replied softly, trying to lighten the mood. Within moments, the room had fallen silent and Drew had leaned in to kiss Joe. The Samoan pulled away gently.

“I can’t .”

“Why not? Don’t you remember how we were? We couldn’t keep our hands off each other-” Drew pushed as Joe leaned back into the corner of the sofa. “I promised myself to him Drew. I can’t break it.”

“That’s bullshit. You could leave him right now if you were man enough. I want you so bad Joe-” He trailed his hand down to the bulge in Joe’s pants. Joe could feel his heart racing at Drew’s touch. “Just one night. Please. Nobody has to know…” Joe looked up at him with big brown eyes, almost speechless before Drew leaned in and kissed him again, gently. Eventually he reciprocated and soon enough they became entangled in a frenzy removing each others clothes.

Soon, they found themselves on the bed, Joe kneeling in front of Drew. His body shuddered as the lube touched his opening. “I’ve been waiting for this moment again…” Drew trailed off, a tone of conviction in his voice. His left hand rested on Joe lower back as he prepared his entrance. The Samoan”s low groans filled the room. He lowered his head, unable to bring himself to look Drew in the eye. Before he knew it, Drew was starting to penetrate him with his thick, hard cock. He knew how big Drew was but he was never prepared. “Aaaah fuck!” Joe fisted the bedsheets below, taking in his width. “I’m almost in.” Drew licked his lips, trailing his hand down Joe back, trying to comfort him. Drawn out breaths escaped Joe, trying to adjust to his size. Slowly and steadily, Drew began to fuck him. Joe lowered his head, feeling a deep level of shame, with every thrust but he couldn”t stop Drew. He was fucking him harder now, driving him into the mattress. “Please, fuck!” Joe let out burying his head into the pillow below as a way to muffle his own cries. “I’m cumming-” Drew panted before his seed shot into Joe's hole. He held Joe body firmly against his until he had completely relieved himself. As he pulled out, Joe slowly scrambled to one side of the bed, his body curling up. He had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. Drew crawled towards him, placing his hand on his shoulder, forcing him to roll onto his back. He could see the glassy look in Joe eyes as he looked down on him. He knew how Joe was feeling but he chose to ignore it, instead leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. He laid down at his side, placing his hand across his chest, rubbing, trying to ease him. “You deserve better Joe.”

He didn’t speak. He just swallowed, resting his hand on Drew’s before they eventually drifted off to sleep.

It was almost 5am when Joe stirred awake. He rubbed his eyes and looked off to his left. The room was only lit by a small opening in the curtains. It was almost sunrise. Drew was sound asleep next to him, lying on his stomach, his head turned the opposite direction. Joe lay thinking to himself for a few minutes and carefully slid out of the bed. He tiptoed around the room collecting his clothing from the night before and got dressed before quietly leaving the room.

He felt both relieved and pretty shitty for leaving Drew like that but he couldn’t face him. He already felt bad enough for sleeping with him. He got undressed again and climbed into his bed, determined to get a few more hours sleep before flying home at lunchtime.

[softforcal]

Coverup : Soulmate!AU C.H

summary: Soulmates have the same matching mark/tattoo at birth. Calum has a mark and doesn’t believe in love, angst ensues 

word count: 3k

warnings: angsty slow burn stuff

special thank you to @notoriouslyhood for letting me bounce this idea off of her

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when Calum was born, the doctors and nurses in the delivery room marvelled over the small, perfect black mark on his skin.

only half the population was lucky enough to be bestowed a mark that could identify them to their soulmate who would, in turn, have the exact same mark. 

growing up was difficult for Cal. other children always wanted to look at the beautiful design on his bicep. From an early age he always found himself looking for the same mark. it was exhausting. 

and he never found it.

he watched as the lucky few found their matching mark in another. watched the smiles and the laughter, the instant connection.

he began to hate his tattoo. opting to cover it but the hot summers in Australia made that near impossible.

Calum was 15 when he had his first love. 

his first i love you left his mouth like the most natural thing in the world and the girl reciprocated. but every time she looked at his arm her smile would falter. she broke his heart a year later, he wasn't hers. no matter how much Cal had pleaded and told her that his mark didn’t matter, she refused to stay.

Calum joined a band and distracted himself with music which generally worked, until his band began to gain popularity and he realized what being famous and having a mark would mean.

he’d heard of musicians who were openly marked. heard of the crazy fans getting the same tattoo and convincing the celebrity that they were soulmates.

Calum had lost his trust in love and in people the day the girl who promised the mark didn’t matter left and all her words became lies.

He got his first tattoo a short time later in the hopes that if he decorated himself, it would be less obvious which mark was the original soulmate tattoo.

he fell in love with the needle and would spend hours looking at different designs. meaningful designs to remind him of the true love in his life, his family.

and then he came across a piece that reminded him of his roots. a Native Headdress. 

walking into the tattoo parlour, Calum explained to the artists: “i got this tattoo a while ago and i really hate it and want is covered, do you mind putting this on top of it? would it work?”

the artist agreed and a few hours later the small star mark that had always been on his arm was gone, replaced by a beautiful piece that Calum already adored.

and life for Cal continued.

he no longer found himself looking at other peoples arms and for most of the time, Calum could forget that somewhere in the world was his soulmate.

he tried not to think about it. 

and in some ways he harboured resentment against them too. 

but he also tried not to think about that.

only a select few knew Cal’s secret and Cal preferred it that way.

his band got bigger. and bigger. and bigger.

he distracted himself with a new girl in every city, skin unblemished by the mark that had haunted Calum for years. he enjoyed the simplicity. the freedom.

Calum met you at a bonfire party in LA. wrapped in a hoodie you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. he talked with you while people danced around, drunk on life and being young and rich and famous.

sitting next to you in the sand and talking until everyone else had either fallen asleep in the sand or gone home. the sun rose and you stood to leave, Cal standing to offer you a ride. “i’d rather walk.” you responded, giving him a hug, “i’ll see you around Calum.” and then you walked down the beach, Calum watching you disappear.

weeks passed with you constantly on his mind. it was the most connection he’d had in... well... ever. But Cal refused to think it was anything more than sexual attraction and friendly interaction. after all, he didn’t believe in love.

a month later he was at a party and felt the need to grab a smoke. going outside he was shocked to find you sitting there, once more wrapped in a hoodie. you grinned when he approached, “fancy seeing you here.”

“could say the same to you.” he smiled, sitting on the lawn chair next to you, “what are you doing out here?”

“just needed some air.” you answer, watching him take out a cigaret and put it between his lips, switching on his lighter.

“this doesn’t bother you does it?” he asked, stopping.

“as long as you don’t blow it my way.” you answer.

Calum chucked, taking a long drag and blowing it the other way before turning back to look at you. you looked so cute in the oversized hoodie.

he tore his eyes from you, “so uh... JFK an inside job huh?”

and just like that the two of you began a discussion that lasted well into the early morning, covering all sorts of conspiracy theories. Calum found himself laughing more than he had in ages.

once again the two of you watched the sun rise and like a princess leaving at morning light you stood again, “i should get going.”

“let me grab your number.” he suggested, “or i could just cross my fingers and hope to bump into you at the next party.”

you laugh and give him your number, “catch you later Cal.”

and like that, you were gone again, prompting Cal to whip out another cigarette, that always seemed to help him think.

girls were always just sex. they could never be anything more because they would always leave. they’d find out about Calum’s original mark, unless he lied the entire relationship, and then, just like the first girl he’d ever loved, they would leave.

and his real soulmate? well where the fuck was she. Cal knew that the mark wasn't her fault, i mean she couldn’t just choose to not be born but part of him blamed her. no matter how unmerited the feeling of distain and resentment was, Cal couldn’t shake it.

a week later, Cal was invited to a party and messaged you to see if you were going. you say you are and agree to meet outside at around 10.

you were so perfectly situated when he finally got outside. sitting all cuddly on a deck chair, wrapped in the same hoodie Cal always saw you in, smiling at his approach. 

after a bit of back and forth you let out a sigh, “Cal i need to tell you something.”

“okay?” he laughed, already on edge from your tone.

“whatever this is... it can’t happen. i’m marked.” you explain, “and i’m waiting for whoever he is.”

“thats okay.” he answered, “i’m marked too.”

“have you found her yet?” you asked, “i mean you haven’t mentioned-”

“no. and i don’t want to.”

“what? why?” you laughed, “thats crazy!”

Calum shrugged, “just don’t really believe in the whole thing.”

“you can’t just not believe in it. you had a mark at birth!” you pointed out. 

Calum shrugged again, “my mark never brought me anything but trouble.”

“well, i’m sure that won’t be the case when you finally find her Cal.” you smiled, “she’s out there.”

“i like being alone. i’m on the road a lot.” he answered, “don’t have time for a distraction.”

“a distraction? did you seriously just call your future soulmate a distraction? wow i feel so bad for the girl.” you teased. 

“she would be a distraction!” Calum grinned.

“yeah whatever, you’re heartless.” you rolled your eyes, “hey, wanna see my mark? everyone always asks but you havent.”

“thats because i have a mark so i know how annoying it is to be asked constantly.” Calum shrugged.

“makes sense. i’m sure you’ll see it soon. it’s getting warmer. i can’t keep wearing this hoodie forever.”

“it’s a nice hoodie.”

the night continued and for a third time, you talked until the sun came up.

it almost made it easier knowing that you were marked. taken. spoken for.

and you knew what it was like to keep yourself secluded. at a distance.

it was different. Cal kept people at a distance because he hated his soulmate. you kept people at a distance because even though you had never met your soulmate, you loved him.

Cal didn’t understand it. but he respected it.

a week later Ash decided to through a big party celebrating the completion of their new album. Cal messaged you right away. he was already depending on you as a party buddy and he kind of liked that. he needed more friends. or at least, more female friends.

and you were safe. because of the mark.

of course you agreed to go. 

“so whens she coming?” Ashton asked the day of the party as Cal helped him set up.

“i dunno.” Cal answered, “she’ll be here.”

“so she’s just a friend?” Luke asked, already sipping on a beer.

“yeah she’s marked. saving herself for her soulmate that sort of thing.” Cal answered absentmindedly.

“so you actually like her?” Michael grinned, “that’s new.”

“you guy don’t know what it’s like to be marked. she does. its easy with her.” Cal shrugged.

“i think it’s a good thing. can’t wait to meet her.” Ashton grinned.

you arrived an hour into the party, Calum grinning at you as he opened the door to let you in. “you staying inside for a bit or are you going straight to the back to find a lawn chair?” Calum teased.

“i think i’ll stay inside for a bit.” you laugh.

“let me take your jacket.” Cal suggested.

“thanks.” you say, pulling the hoodie over your head and handing it to him to hang up. once it was put away he turned to look at you, eyes landing on your bicep. you noticed his gaze and grinned, “oh yeah! here’s the mark! people always say it kind of looks like a small star.”

his mouth was dry as his eyes stayed fixed on your arm. he hadn’t seen that mark in years. not since he got his own covered up. he’d almost forgotten what it looked like but there it was, clear as day. 

he could hear the blood pumping through his body. 

“Calum?” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“i guess it kind of looks like a star.” he agreed, “i want you to meet my friends, let me go grab them.”

he turned and left in a hurry and you looked around.

Calum found Ashton and Luke in the kitchen, “Y/N’s here and you two have to meet her but you can’t bring up her mark.”

“what why?” Luke asked.

“because it’s a small star.” Calum stated.

both of their eyes widened as they realized what that meant. “she’s your soulmate!” Ashton whisper screamed.

“did you tell her?” Luke asked.

“no and i’m not going to.” Cal answered.

Ashton opened his mouth to say something when his eyes landed on you entering the kitchen, “you must be Y/N!” he grinned, pulling you into a hug.

“and you’re Ashton and Luke?” you asked.

“that would be us.” Luke grinned, hugging you, “nice mark.”

“thanks.” you smiled.

“have you found the lucky man yet?” Luke asked, looking at you over the rim of his cup.

“nope. but i’m sure he’ll find me when the time is right. sorry, i’m kind of sappy about it, i’m a bit of a romantic.” you grinned, hiding your face with your hands.

Cal felt a twinge of guilt in his chest and frowned, “what if he’s an asshole?”

“have you ever heard about two soulmates and ones an asshole?” you laughed.

“she’s got you there mate.” Ashton laughed.

“i just think... Soulmates are kinda rare and they always work. always. and i’m hopeful, even if you aren’t Cal. i can be hopeful for both of us and when you find yours i’ll be there for you to admit she’s not just a distraction.” you grinned, poking him, “hey what’s your mark look like?”

“its on his ass.” Ashton said before Cal could make an excuse himself. 

“oh, so i guess i don’t want to see that.” you laughed.

“Cal when do you think you’ll find your soulmate?” Luke asked.

“i’m not looking.” Calum answered, grabbing a beer, “Y/N there’s a super nice pool chair outside with your name on it.”

“you sure know your way into my heart.” you teased, “nice meeting you guys.” you said before following Calum outside.

“are you sure you’ll find him? your soulmate?” Calum asked.

“i know i will. it’s fate. thats how this works.” you answered.

“and you’re sure it will work out?”

“Look Cal, if you’re worried about finding your soulmate i get it. i do. but you have to have more hope dude, she’s out there, i know it.” you smiled, nudging him gently.

once more, the guilt made Cal’s chest hurt.

this night was not like the others.

the conversation wasn't easy. Cal kept finding himself distracted. he was conflicted but he tried not to show it.

so he’d distract himself by looking at you. and that made it worse of course.

Ashton watched most of the night and he could see Calum floundering so he jumped in to talk to you as well. and so became that dynamic. 

Calum needed to be near you but he was conflicted, Ashton would act as a crutch. he would be there until Calum could walk on his own and tell you the truth and Ashton was okay with that.

the three of you were together at Calum’s place a few weeks later, Calum was cooking while you and Ash talked about them being a band. “i can’t believe you two have known each other for so long.” you smile, “i bet you guys were such cute kids.”

“i have pictures!” Ashton grinned, whipping out his phone. he opened a folder and clicked on an old picture of him and Calum in his basement, showing it to you. 

your eyes scanned the phone, “oh.” 

the sound left your mouth and Ashton frowned, “what is it?” 

“is that...” you zoomed in on the photo, “on Calum’s arm... I... uh...” 

Ashton’s heart sunk in his chest. he never really worried about the mark because he didn’t have one. 

“oh that?” Ashton asked, taking the phone back, “Calum used to love drawing all over himself-”

“Ashton please.” you said, looking into his eyes then at Calum through the window who was cooking in the kitchen, “that mark on his arm looks like mine.”

“you really have to talk to Calum.” Ashton answered with a sigh.

you stood, walking into the house and closing the door behind you. Calum grinned, “hey, food’s almost done.”

you walked past him, turning the stove off, “what are you-” Calum began but you cut him off, “shush.”

you grabbed his arm, looking at the beautiful headdress tattoo on his arm, you could barely see it but the original mark was still slightly visible. 

the small star.

“Y/N-” Calum began.

“why did you lie?” you asked, letting go of his arm, “you know how much this means to me.”

“i was scared.” Calum answers.

and you’re kind of shook because it’s a real and raw answer. 

“i never believed in the whole thing.” Calum sighed, “you know that. i told you how i felt about it. when i saw your arm at the party... i dont know... i got scared.”

you looked into his eyes, at the guilt. you wanted to be mad. you did. but you understood. ‘maybe this is the whole soulmate thing’ you realized. because looking at Cal mad all of those negative feelings disappeared.

and he could see your expression soften, “i’m really sorry, i get it if you’re mad.”

“im not. i should be. but i’m not.” you cut him off, “i understand Cal. and i get it if you don’t love me right away-”

he grabbed your face before you could finish your sentence, lips pressing against yours. you melted. the way he kissed you felt right. it felt complete. it felt like nothing you’d ever experienced in your entire life. 

when Calum pulled away, the dazed look in his eyes told you he felt the same.

“i’m really sorry. i want to make it up to you.” Calum sighed, pressing his forehead against yours.

“you just did.”

he grinned, “i haven’t believed in love in years. and you came around and part of me knew it before i even saw your mark. part of me always knew. and i do love you. it scares the shit out of me. but i do. i’m not used to being vulnerable-”

“i would never hurt you Cal.” you whispered.

“i know. i’m worried i’ll hurt you.” he sighed.

“you won’t. Cal. you just lied to me for like a month and i’m fine.” you laughed, “i mean, don’t go doing stuff you know will make me upset to see if this whole soulmate thing actually sticks because if you do that i will kick your ass.”

you both laughed as his fingers brushed against your face, “i won’t lie to you again.”

“i know.” you paused, “i can’t believe you covered your mark, i always thought the little star looked cute-”

“it looks cute on you.” Calum grinned, fingers moving down to trace the mark.

you smiled up at him, “so are you going to change my contact name on your phone to ‘distraction’ now or what?”

[jxckspxcer]

♛

FLUFFY SHIP MEME | ACCEPTING

@halfghcst

Who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: No doubt Danny yoinks all of Jacks stylish wears (especially nice accessories which Jack don’t mind sharing), but once Danny is big and tall, Jack is gonna be stealin’ sweaters for sure. Who prioritizes hand holding?: Jack. Danny obviously is very touchy, which Jack can be finicky about, but Jack will seek out hands at any time for holding. Especially in public. Who likes having their hair washed by who?: Jack absolutely melts at all forms of grooming affection, so him for sure. But he’d love to wash Dannys hair and I’m sure Danny would appreciate. Who likes to slow dance?: Depending on the mood, Jack. He can be sappy sometimes, very rarely. But since he’s actually had dance lessons, it seems like more of a him thing.Muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: Well if we say Jack’s getting head scritches, Jack.Muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: Blanket fort precludes cuddling, Jack is prepared and thus is READY TO START THE CUDDLES. They equally cuddly though I bet. Who hogs most of the covers at night?: Jack. Danny is COLD and Jack’s not used to being the warmer one.Muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: Jack Jack Jack JackHow do they share a desert? Two forks or one?: Two. Jack can share but he can’t share that much.Who gets jealous more easily?: Hm. I’m not sure. But I can say with certainty that Jack is a very insecure guy and he will get jealous and possessive if people are giving Danny attention. He’s just. Walks over and wraps arm around Danny. Who gets angered more easily?: I’d say Jack. His emotions run on extremes. How do they go to sleep at night?: Jack has to be coaxed away from his work, convinced to not just pass out in his day clothes, before taking up his position as big spoon and giving Danny all the neck smooches before bed that will… probably end in sleep. 

Who gets the most shoulder rubs?: Danny. Jack is very good with his hands, and he thinks Danny needs it. Meanwhile, Jack makes it clear he doesn’t like his shoulders being touched. What are there arguments/fights like? How often do they fight?: When Jack is in a relationship he becomes pretty conflict-avoidant, but even so things are kind of inevitable. But I couldn’t see them having super big arguments or very often. I’d say they can be a very occasional, bitter event, which may occasionally escalate into Jack deflecting the issue enough for Danny to actually snap about it, which leads to Jack getting hyped on negative emotions and storming off to avoid making a fool of himself. But I think there isn’t a lot of things for them to argue about. There might be smaller arguments where Jack just gets snippy about little things, which might be more frequent, because he doesn’t know how to communicate, but they become less when he realizes he doesn’t have to fight Danny about the little things like he does with everyone else.Who is more likely to throw things in fights?: I’d say Jack, but he probably wouldn’t do it around Danny. Just cause he’s mad at him doesn’t mean he wants to you know? Scare Danny? He’s smart enough to know that’s a stupid way to solve things in a relationship. But he is likely to yell and aggressively gesticulate and storm off because he can’t handle the feelings. How do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument?: I’d say Danny might try to apologize where he’s done nothing wrong (for upsetting Jack, knowing Jack is really sensitive to swings of emotion), which Jack would immediately turn down and try to set things right (cause look his emotional issues are not your fault Danny). Or, once Jack has calmed down from his temper tantrum, he’ll seek out Danny to try and give a real apology, and ask for Danny to reframe the argument, because he’s, calmer now and can probably give it better thought. Do they have nicknames for each other?: Glowstick ! Starlight ! Soulmate (lma o Jack)Caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: Danny ? SICK ? Jack would be VERY CONCERNED. But also not know what to do, because he never even takes care of himself when he’s sick, so he’s just. Hovers, “dO YOU NEED ANYTHING”, telling Danny to stay in bed because that’s what you’re sUPPOSED to do when you’re sick right ? Bring him SOUP. Hyperfixate on caring for Danny. Who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: Danny patches up Jack, cause Danny can’t be hurt long-term for the most part. Muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: Neither, because Jack prioritizes his skin health and Danny heals fast. But if he could, it would be Jack, I bet. Your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: I’d say Jack, but god, if Danny has been getting him to actually sleep on a nightly basis, he shakes that man and tells him to do it, “you can fly through the wall and check on her really quick pl e a s e”. He’d get a robot to do it, but he doesn’t wanna be that kind of parent. 

Your muse’s of the otp reaction to finding the others crying about something? And how do they make them feel better?: Jack doesn’t know how to react to other people crying, but he is concerned and just. “UhhhH” Slides an arm around,,, surely, a hug, would make things better– But also “If somebody hurt you I can destroy them and any ghost they manifest it’s fine–”. He’d try to make things better with Food and Comfort Activities (taking a bath, watching a light hearted movie, EARLY SLEEP, no they do not need to attend to whatever problem caused the crying now u gotta chill first). What would they be like as parents?: Well… Danny would be leading the charge, because Jack has no idea what is happening, but he is so interested in making sure his child is loved and gets the most attention and best toys, opportunities, care. He’d probably be less interested while their daughters a baby because ‘oh babies are barely people’, but once she’s sitting up and getting curious about things, he’s so ready to be involved. (not that he’s not involved when she’s baby, he’s big on doing the feeding and also holding her when she’s asleep,,, protecc).What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?: If Jack had been in Amity Park as a kid, he would’ve stood out, even before he became goth. Both shy and self-assured, obvious intelligent and inquisitive, ready to learn about anything. And neglected so… I could see Jack finding out Dannys parents are ghost hunters and tracking him down to ask questions, I dunno how interested Danny is in this mostly asocial exchange student who’s just inserting himself into his life, and Jack is probably more initially interested in what Dannys history with ghosts before he actually shows interest in Danny (which uh, is pretty like older Jack too–). But once he starts seeing Danny is putting up with him, he’d be very interested in Danny and start treating him like a best friend, always wanting to hang out with him and talk to him and include him in things. No doubt Danny would have ended up being his first crush, but he probably wouldn’t bring it up, but just, be super affectionate with Danny. He’d probably move away and end up returning again when he’s older (goth’d to the n i n e s)? Oo? Damn this is a fun idea.Who prioritizes taking a bath together?: Jack. Because he has special weekend self-care bubble bath and he wants to include Danny, so, Jack. Who likes who playing with their hair?: PLAY. WITH. JACKS. HAIR. But he is super big on reciprocating and loves to comb his fingers through Dannys hair and give him the softest of smooches. The place they mostly likely accidentally fall asleep together?: Accidentally? TOGETHER? Those words don’t compute. If they’re together I’d say they try to get to a good place to sneep. But otherwise, probably a couch? In the basement/lab.

[thoseofgreatambition]

art

description: you're an art student who is posing nude in a class for a very large amount of extra credit. george happens to not only be in that class, but is quite enamored with you. unbeknownst to him, you fancy him as well. professionalism reigns supreme, but that doesn't change the awkwardness of the situation all that much. 

warnings: nudity, obviously. some sexual undertones. ur usual stuff. i don’t think this is sexual enough to warrant not tagging minors, but it is solidly pg-13. proceed with that in mind. 

pairing: george x reader 

au: art student!college au

tag list: @artemiserenity @fainting-fancy @scumbag-joker @rexster10 @oh-the-snowinthemoonlight @hermione-who @geeksareunique @phantomhive-shadow @thephelpstwins @notstandingstill-imlyinginwait @siriuslyimmoony @yourslytherinprincess @bloomweasley @gobletofweasley​ @stillwater20-blog​ @dramatic-and-young​ @starlitmoony​ @blusnowflakee​ @l-am-tired​ @lovelaughlivesmilebright​ @wizardingworldwaitforme​ @imaginethis-st​ @xinyourdreamsx​ @velvetdownfall @marauderskeeper​ @wildfire-whizbangs​ @dwarfwizard-from-panem​ @gredwheezy

You were normally a very modest person. Not for any reason in particular other than simple comfort and necessity. As an art major yourself you'd ruined one too many nice clothes to wear much more than cheap jeans and t-shirts. Your hands were almost perpetually stained from oil paints or pastels and you often found odd bits of clay underneath your nails. 

However, you had very little qualms about posing nude. You’d done it a few times before-- it was a good way to make money or extra credit. You’d had to paint nude portraits several times for your own classes, it was almost like a rite of passage. 

So you didn’t mind it. There had never been one instance of unprofessional behavior, and you felt rather safe. Really, the most uncomfortable thing was holding a pose on what was often a small stool for such a long amount of time. 

Other than that though? You were fine. 

The only thing that had ever shaken you the smallest bit had just happened. You were about to unrobe before the class, and you noticed a very familiar shock of red hair that belonged to a very special person. 

George Weasley. 

There was a long sigh from you as you both maintained what could only be described as nervous and surprised, before you took off your robe and sat on the stool. 

This wouldn’t be too bad-- right? 

Out of habit-- George ducked his head down to look at his canvas to give you some privacy, before he remembered what the hell he was doing here today. He was in class because the assignment was to paint a nude portrait. 

Just because you were the model didn’t change that fact. 

Even when that meant he’d be painting someone who he was quite attracted to. 

Which did put an odd sense of guilt in his stomach. 

The look George was giving his canvas would have probably set it on fire. 

He took a few deep breaths. He was a grown man, he could be professional, especially when you were the one who’d chosen to be in the more-- quite literally-- exposed position here. 

With that in mind he looked back up at you and gave you a small smile, which he was happy to see reciprocated. His long fingers picked up a pencil to start sketching out your figure, George’s lips parted to let out steady breathes as he centered himself, and you could feel his gaze focus on you. 

The most difficult part of posing was always staying still. Without fail, no matter what you did it always felt as if you got a hair on your nose that was just itchy enough to make you want to scratch at it. 

As discreetly as you could, you attempted to blow the hair off of your nose. For a moment you thought you were successful-- the itching had stopped but you heard a soft chuckle from the back of the room. Your eyes flitted towards the source, a rather amused looking George Weasley who was trying to hold in his laughter. 

Your brows furrowed, and you mouthed a rather exaggerated ‘sod off’ towards him so he could properly understand, to which you only got another chuckle and a shrug of George’s broad shoulders in response. 

It wasn’t until you saw the student next to George look confused at your expression that you went back to trying to make a stoic face. 

Something that George did his best to try and make hard for you. Whenever he looked back up at you-- which was frequently, he’d make another funny face to try and get you to crack. 

Somehow, as time went on, this situation felt more and more normal. Sure, George had just been complaining the other day to Fred about the rather large amount of sexual tension you two could have and how it made things difficult, but the longer you were posing and he got to work on your portrait, the better he felt about the situation. 

Even at the moment, he found himself more focused on how to get the shading on your hip just right more than anything else. 

His tongue peaked out from between his lips, something you were quite quick to pick up on. Unconsciously you felt yourself start to heat up, and it wasn’t until George looked up did he notice that your chest, right above your heart had become flushed-- the color creeping up towards your throat and your face. 

George’s expression pulled into a rather confused and curious one until he realized that there was only a few minutes left to wrap up on his portrait. Choosing to tease you about whatever it was flustering you later, George did his best to wrap everything up in the small amount of time left. 

When the timer went off you visibly sagged in your seat, happy to finally get to properly relax. You stood up and stretched before tugging the robe back onto your shoulders and tying it up. Students all around you were either putting away their supplies or adding the finishing touches to their works. You rather quickly, bounding on the balls of your feet crossed the room to peak at what George had painted of you. 

“This better look nice Weasley, Or I’ll be throwing a strop.” 

He gave you a nervous grin, as you peered at his painting.  “Hopefully it’s up to snuff then.” 

You stared at the painting in quite a bit of surprise-- you’d done this several times at this point. Posed nude quite often, seen plenty of people’s renditions of you. Clearly felt well enough in your own skin to pose nude in the first place, but you’d never really seen a portrait of yourself that filled you with such a massive amount of warmth. 

It was nearly impossible to explain, but there was something about how he’d made you come alive on the canvas. You seemed to glow from within. Your expression seemed alive enough that someone could almost follow your gaze off the page and see whatever was making you look so amused. 

“George this is beautiful.” your voice was soft, with just a tinge of awe in it. “I can’t believe you were able to make this...” 

He seemed a bit flustered at your praise-- “I just painted you how I saw you.” When he looked back up at you, and saw your expression something in his gut told him that he’d given himself away but looking back at the painting he wasn’t entirely sure what he had done. With a cough to clear his throat, George stood up to put his painting up to dry for the night. 

Turning back to you, in your cheap terrycloth robe that didn’t quite hit your knees. Your neck still looked flushed, and the nipping you’d done to your own lip while you’d been posing had left it looking rather red. 

Just like that, the sexual tension was right where it always was. 

Thankfully, you were there to break the silence, “Do you want to come back to my place for dinner? I can order in Chinese.” 

Really, George wondered if there was any other way for him to answer. “Of course.” 

Back in your clothes, you felt quite at home. Sure-- you didn’t mind posing but that didn’t compare to the comfort of worn in jeans and your favorite t-shirt. You’d ushered George into your small student apartment-- glad that your roommate was out to visit her parents. Immediately a flush came to your cheeks, it wasn’t a good idea to assume anything was going to happen tonight. You and George tended to have a rather intense back and forth, but it had never gone very far. 

Aside from one pleasant night where you’d situated yourself on his lap for the entirety of a board game when you two were on the same team. 

That was fun. 

You set your keys on the kitchen table and flicked on the light. For a moment you struggled with what to talk about, until the obvious choice came to your lips. “I had no idea that was going to be your class.” 

George immediately laughed, and sat himself down, “Well to be fair I didn’t know it’d be you there either. I thought you knew I had a night class on Fridays?” 

“I did! I just didn’t know it was that one--” you grinned as you tossed a takeout menu towards him. “Quite the shocker seeing you out there.” 

He flushed just a bit, “I think I’ve got a right to say I was the more shocked one don’t you think?” 

You gave him the best flirty smile you could muster, as you sat atop the kitchen table in front of him “You know this is the part where you say it was a pleasant surprise, you know?” George felt his own face start to turn red, though noted that your neck and cheeks had begun to flush as well. 

It seemed that George had gathered a pretty good guess as to what had made you so red earlier while he was painting you. 

All of a sudden you saw a far too attractive lopsided smile appear on George’s face. “Of course it was a pleasant surprise.” When you grew more flushed he stood up and all of a sudden you found yourself looking up towards him. “Your blushing.” 

“Dunno if I’d be pointing that out in other people there George-- especially since your face was almost as red as your hair when I first got undressed.” you grinned as you saw the blush start again once more for him. You pushed the menu into his hands, “Now c’mon, tell me what you want.” 

Like most times after having a large meal with a friend, Netflix playing ‘The Office’ in the background, you found yourself fairly drowsy with George not looking too far behind. A glance at the clock showed it to be 2 A.M and with that you gave him a small frown, “Hey do you want to just spend the night? It’s pretty late for you to walk back to your place.” 

He gave a small nod, as he rubbed at his eyes, “Thank you. Though if I didn’t know better I’d say you were just trying to get inside my pants.” 

“No-- I’d be a lot more obvious. Like that time I sat in your lap all night.” there was a twinkle in your eyes as George looked at you in surprise. Something about late nights always made you more truthful and this was no exception. 

“You were trying to seduce me then?” 

“Why else do you think I’d have sat in your lap?” 

Your tone was just lighthearted enough that he wasn’t entirely sure if you were being serious. However, there was an easy enough way to test that. Gently he tugged you into his lap once more, and watched as the playful expression seemed to melt into one with more trepidation. “Is this not alright?” 

Quickly you shook your head, “It’s alright.” Once more you found yourself shockingly close to George. Enough so that you could count all the freckles on his face even in the dim light from the T.V. 

“You’re sure this is alright?” 

Your nod was quite enthusiastic this time, with a tiny yet excited grin on your lips. “Yes.” You changed your position so you were properly straddling him, “Are you sure this is alright?” 

His hands fell to your hips, and the second you heard George say ‘Yes’ you leaned into crash your lips against his, and your hands gripped fistfuls of his shirt to keep him close to you. You were grinning all the while, as his hands on your hips kept you firmly against him. 

George broke the kiss only to press his lips against your throat, an action that led to you letting out a breathy laugh. “We should have been doing this sooner, Georgie.” 

“You’re telling me.” He tugged a bit at your shirt, before nipping at your neck. “Now tell me-- what’s the chance of you letting me appreciate your art some more?” 

[sherlockmonkeesstartrek]

Prompt : Davy being turned down by a girl for like the first time so the other Monkees want to make him feel better about himself. Any ships optional :D

Aww thank you for this! I haven’t written about the Monkees in a while. It’s nice to get back into it.

This seems a bit short, and I wish I had spent time on having all three Monkees trying to make Davy feel better, but this is what I can up with.

Expect Jonesmith!

He could see that I’d had a bad day. He could always tell. I put that down to the fact that I lived with three of my best friends who knew me all too well. None of them could bear to see another in a bad mood and there was rarely a place for privacy so you got used to constantly being cheered up or hiding all your feelings until you were alone. This was one of those days when Micky and Peter had gone to bed early and I’d only just got back from going out chick hunting. I'd met a nice girl, a gorgeous one. She was the type who seemed to play hard to get. What I didn't realise was that she wasn't interested. Not at all.

Those conversations always hurt. I’d half hoped that by the time I came home, everyone would be in bed.

But he wasn’t.

Mike stood in the kitchen leaning, leisurely against the counter top, his annoyingly long body stretched to its fullest except for one stick-like bent leg. He was wearing those grey trousers that we all had, the ones we’d wear for gigs so we actually looked like a band and he wore it with the great big belt buckle. His favoured pink shirt hung loosely over his thin torso, partially tucked in and his signature wool hat was pulled over bushy dark hair. Today, he wore the blue one.  

I came into the Pad trying to seem as normal as I could but those harsh eyes of his stared me down and watched me, closely while I hung my coat up. Neither of us said anything, we were perfectly happy encased in our own thoughts, a familiar silence filling up the room but Mike also seemed pretty damned interested in what I was thinking as well. It made the whole staring thing pretty unsettling but up until now, I hadn’t given him much attention. Now, however, I glanced over at him.

He’d moved. He was standing up fully, his palms resting on the kitchen surface holding part of his weight, his knuckles lightly brushing his behind and he was doing that hip-tilt thing. How the hell did he shuffle that quickly and quietly when I was just by the sofa, not far from him? He was like a mouse, creeping around the place. And his stance. He looked as though he’s waiting for something.  

“Can I help you?” I asked with a little more venom than intended. This whole rejection thing got to me more that I’d realized and, annoyingly, Mike could see that. He sunk further into his hip-tilt and mirrored my irritated look, mockingly. It was then that I realized I was being stupid, that getting angry at him was just me directing all the anger towards that girl at him. Mike hadn’t done anything but noticed that I wasn’t ok. Only he, Peter and Micky could see and cared, but him especially. He came over to me, his expression turning into a smile and his arms out wide for a hug.  

Mike hugs were really special. Hugging Micky was like wrapping your arms around a teddy bear and having him reciprocate. Peter’s hugs were ether enthusiastic or lazy; he like hugs in the morning or when he’s asleep. Mike’s, however, were warm, caring and he always fondly played with the baby hair on the back of my neck. I’ve no idea if he did that with anyone else (or if my other friends even had baby hair) but it sure felt good when he did it to me.  

And this hug was no different. He held me, his chin rested on the top of my head as I pressed my cheek on his chest. Oh I could feel his heart beating just a little faster than usual. It made me feel a lot better to have his warmth against him, a lot safer. Before, I felt sort of cold partly from walking outside when it was late and partly because... well you know but with Mike’s slightly twiggy arms pulling me close, his guitar fingers stroking my hair.  

“You’re ok, man. What happened out there?” He crooned. I found myself closing my eyes against him and, well it was weird, you know. I felt vulnerable. It was nice to be close to someone and Mike, well he didn’t seem to mind me clinging on to him like a child. My hands were just above his bum, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and my arms were practically suffocating him.

“I dunno. There was a girl. She wasn't interested” I whispered.

“Oh man, that’s rough.” He replied, empathetically and I felt his head turning down so his nose was buried in my mass of maybe too long hair. His hot breath spread over my scalp. Never before had I seen him so sympathetic towards me and my escapades. "I can't imagine anyone not being interested, babe."

That was oddly nice for him. I started to think that he himself wasn't feeling quite up to standard. His hug had definitely gone on longer than I expected.  

"Yeah, well it's bound to happen." I admitted quietly. He finally let me go, broke the embrace, but remained close to me. I bowed my head, staring at the floor. I had to be honest to myself, "Not everyone can love me."

"Well I do." Mike said quite out of the blue. He placed one of his long fingers under my chin and lifted my head to look in his liquid dark chocolate eyes. He looked dead serious, handsome with shadows cast over parts of his face, showing every feature brightly. The low light in the room lit his skin with a golden glow.

"Yeah?"

"Course I do, babe. You're a catch. Don't let one girl get ya down."

For once, I didn’t know how to reply. I could feel my cheeks fill with colour, my eyes yearning to look anywhere other than directly into his intense gaze. Really, he seemed so serious that night. Though he was smiling, genuinely smiling, his words were serious. Something was going on with him too. Something had made him feel a little more emotional than normal.

Like when he offered what he never did, "Come on," He told me, "My bed. You need some hugs tonight."

More hugs than those I'd already received? He was right, I needed it. I didn't hesitate for a moment as he took my wrist, turned off the lights in the room and lead me up the stairs. I'm never usually all that affectionate myself, not to my friends, but I needed some form of company. Mike's company was one of the best to keep.  

In the bedroom, Micky was already snoring loudly. Mike and I chuckled to one another, tiptoeing around to either side of Mike's bed. It's so bad. You know when you know you really mustn't laugh, so it makes you want to laugh even more? Yeah, we were practically having to hold our lips shut as we undressed. His snores were hilarious, as erratic and loud as he is in his waking moments.

Once stripped, we slipped beneath the duvet. Mike snaked an arm under my head and held me close to him. I hadn't realised how tired I was until I really got comfortable, intertwined with Mike. Just before I fell asleep, I found myself whispering, "I love you too, Mike," peering up at him to check he'd heard me.  

I still don't know if he did or not.  

[destiny-smasher]

Had a chat with someone I’ll keep anonymous (though I did ask permission to post this) regarding concerns with BtS, thought they had some good thoughts and worries I wanted to share. A lot of folks have found that spaces like Reddit, Facebook, or even here on Tumblr have become unsafe places to openly discuss criticisms and worries over what’s a very complicated situation. (I’ve edited out a few bits to make this more rational for public viewing)

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Me: [regarding 20 minutes of footage that got posted recently from Episode 3] I'll avoid the preview and just wait to experience it myself next week, but it's good to know it's out there so I can try to avoid seeing stuff. XXX: I'm right there with you, my biggest fear actually is that what was said (I think it was in that leaked interview) about hints that will be dropped for Rachel's future character development will be entirely twisted. As in, they'll make up excuses for why Rachel would decide to hide her relationships from Chloe and straight up lie to her. I'm scared Rachel will be victimized to justify her later action. I don't see her as a monster or a demon, but she deliberately made wrong decisions and it's part of her characters arc that her wrong decisions lead to her death. I don't want that part of Rachel to be taken away with excuses. And I'm worried about some things I heard might be in the episode like even more intense moments between them. Not only because they're underage but because it doesn't do their relationship justice and why Chloe called Rachel an angel. We only have these 3 days to received an explanation for why their bond was so special and so far it's nothing more than a teenage crush and physical attraction and one broken girl latching to another who is in search of a companion. Amberprice deserved a lot more depth than what was shown so far. I can't explain why, but with Max and Chloe everything was different. We knew they were bonded since childhood, Max went through torture to save Chloe and Chloe became thes best she could have ever been, just for Max. With Rachel Chloe is literally encouraged to ditch her entire life without a stable future.

Me: That’s a huge element of what frustrates me w/this prequel: we’re getting underage, unhealthy queer romance portrayed so openly, which could be great if the characters were original, we didn’t already know what happened, OR there was more time passing and more focus on that relationship and it’s gray areas. XXX: Now I'm not part of the LGBT community, but basically most of my friends I made through LiS are and we all agree, this prequel is mostly SE trying to be appealing to the young generation of queer teenagers who came into the LiS fandom after the first game. SE knew about the acceptance for LGBT representation in LiS so they literally upped the gay to get even more into that niche. That's why BtS is pure fanservice for me for the most part and I'm convinced Dontnod isn't impressed with how this thing is being handled. Don't get me wrong, I love the representation queer people get with this franchise but especially young people jump on it and like you said get an entirely wrong picture of what teenage love is and how complex it can be. I think Deck Nine did do a great job trying to show areas of Rachel's character that are questionable to say the least (think of her drugging Victoria), but the young folk only have eyes for how gay and important the gay in this game is. Love is love, that's what I strongly believe in. And love can fucking hurt you, especially when you're Chloe broken Price. A bit more of that would have been nice, Chloe is so fragile yet she completely goes with everything Rachel commands. It's hard to say where exactly the problem is, SEs marketing is beyond good and evil, Deck Nine was walking a fine line trying to please the community but also make their own thing, they took the more aggressive approach compared to Dontnod. And the community itself is doing its job at ruining things, just think of how stupid this entire Amberprice Legion story is and how people now demonize Max and praise Rachel as a goddess. XXX [continued]: And one more thing that I personally really have a problem with. We were never told anything about Rachel's sexuality, but D9 basically made her canonically bisexual (and to most of the younger audience even lesbian which leads to a denial of her later actions by many). I don't know much about same sex love but from the original game I never got the impression Rachel reciprocated Chloe's feelings and Chloe was madly in love but it was one-sided all the time. Now with the end of BtS I don't think we'll be presented a definite answer to that question and I'm not a fan of it. Because it still leaves that space for speculation that Rachel only ever used Frank for drugs and Jefferson to leave Arcadia. The devs wouldn't have confirmed her letter was about Mark if she didn't have feelings for him.Sorry for writing so much, it just feels like a relief.

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Thanks to this person for sharing your thoughts. And if there’s anyone reading this who is an AmberPrice fan or is loving BtS, please don’t feel like we’re trying to rain on your parade, we’re just expressing our thoughts and worries about this.

If you’re looking for further concerns and frustrations, I’d direct you to TomorrowHeart’s curiouscat posts here...and here, more insightful concerns expressed.

As always, I am very supportive of Deck Nine and have enjoyed a lot of what they’ve made, but I am still frustrated and confused as to why this project exists in the first place. I’ll be sure to deliver some analysis on the good and bad of Episode 3 after it launches, as I already have written on Episode 1 and Episode 2.

There’s a lot of good here but I think this is a much more delicate situation than “just a video game” and I feel like the people in positions of power maybe don’t quite grasp that -- or, they might, and are taking advantage.

Either way, I hope the next two episodes turn out well and SE will finally leave this story alone before milking it completely dry.

If you want the queer following, create a new story with new characters and OWN IT even more openly, give us a POSITIVE ending.

Or, I dunno, maybe just don’t try targeting queer teens as a demographic to sell a product to and just TELL STORIES you care about, personally? (I’m speaking in general here, not even just to SE)