#cause she keeps flirting with me but not returning my affection

[e-wwis]

Here's my annual art post before I drop off the face of the earth

I randomly fixated on Kitty and Bunny from Courage the Cowardly Dog and spent the day drawing them instead of working on my animation project 💀 but anyways. lesbian yearning

[alwaysanundertone]

Why try? | poly! marauders x fem! reader

angst / fluff

CW: brief mention of bully, negative self talk, some cursing (?) I think that’s all :)

word count: 1.4k

note: it’s my first mini series and English is not my first language, just wanted to say so in case you spot any error :)

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4 coming soon

“Why are they dating me?”

That’s the question that kept flashing in your head 24/7 for the past week.

It all started when you were sitting with your group of friends in the Ravenclaw common room. You had just returned from your secret date with the marauders; even though they wanted to love you in public, you didn’t. It was silly, really, but you didn’t want all of the backlash that it would inevitably come from dating them.

You knew, deep down, that if you were to love them in the open, everyone would be confused as to why they chose you. They were the marauders, for god’s sake, even you had doubts about this… thing that you had been going on, god only knows what everyone else would be thinking.

So you invented an excuse. You told them that your brother was protective over you, that you didn’t want to cause them trouble. You could have been spending more time thinking about a better story: your brother couldn’t care less about your wellbeing, let alone who you dated. It didn’t matter what he really thought, though, because they believed the lie.

It hurt to have to lie to the boys that you were growing fond of, but still, years and years of bullying made you this way. You never really viewed yourself as someone worthy of affection, let alone of love. You never really liked your physique, you hated your nose, you wished you had something special about your physical appearance but you couldn’t find it.

Even your personality didn’t seem worthy of being known, or at least you thought so. You were an A-student, but only because you studied hard. You had a lot of hobbies, sure, but you weren’t exactly good at them. All of this to say, you didn’t deem yourself worthy of their attention.

Now you were sitting with your friends, chatting, and of course, of fucking course, they had to start talking about james.

“I really don’t get how he can be so oblivious about my flirting”

This caught your attention. The girl talking wasn’t exactly your friend, however she shared her room with Emmeline, one of your best friends, so she started hanging out with you. Still, you didn’t know about this flirting until now. You chose to listen quietly.

“… I mean, I even went to his game wearing his damn number on my back. What do I have to do in order to get his attention?”

“I don’t know Aurora… Rumor has it they are all dating some new girl, though nobody knows who she is! They saw them hanging around near Hogsmade, but nobody saw her face. I really thought they didn’t want to include anybody in their relationship”

“Another girl?” Both you and Aurora exclaimed at the same time. This. This was a rather embarrassing situation.

“What Y/N? Decided to join the conversation?”

“Yeah, didn’t take you as a marauder fan?”

This is why you should learn to keep your mouth closed.

“What? Am I not allowed to be curious?”

“Yeah, not like they’ll ever consider you.��� Em stared at Aurora blankly, you were sure your face was showing every little thought that was slowly, but surely, starting to crawl over your consciousness, making you doubt yourself.

“What? Don’t look at me like I’m the evil guy. It’s nothing personal, Y/N, but you are just a normal girl, they seem like the type to enjoy someone more… special?”

And that’s when the doubting started.

“Yeah… I think I’ll go study now”

You excused yourself, while you clearly heard Em starting to get angry at Aurora, but you just couldn’t take this.

It was one thing to doubt yourself, but if even your friends thought the same of you, maybe you were right, maybe you should just stop bothering them.

You ran to the library, to the farthest corner. Staring at the rain pouring outside your window, you started to do the one thing you were really good at: self loathing.

A hand made you jump.

“Hey there dovey, didn’t mean to scare my girl”

Remus was looking at you with that loopsided grin of his that made your stomach flip. He called you ‘his girl’, even though you weren’t official, your heart swelled.

“Hey Rem” You tried to smile, you really did, but for some reason your facial muscles couldn’t bring themselves to work. His face immediately fell.

“What is going on?”

You could have just told him.

Maybe you should have.

But you really weren’t one to just talk about problems, you preferred to just pretend.

“Nothing! Nothing I- I just-“ You stopped for a moment. Great job, Y/N, you were doing such a great job! You took a deep breath. “Nothing, I’m just a bit stressed about herbology? You know I’m not the best at it”

He seemed to believe you. “Well, we can study together then?”

Again, you should have said yes.

“I’m sorry I just- I mean, we hung out earlier? Aren’t you tired of me?”

He frowned. “No? Why would I be? Sirius and James are napping, I was actually looking for you? I feel like we hardly ever have some alone time together”

You wanted to cry, you wanted to talk about every little doubt crowding your mind. But you couldn’t, your tongue twisted.

“Oh…”

“But I mean, if you want some alone time I understand!

You simply nodded.

“See you around Remus”

“Okay then? See you around?”

He turned, stopping for a minute, likely pondering if he should just go away or stay to talk. He decided to leave.

You fell even further on the armchair, your mind flooded with doubts.

You sat at dinner, exhausted. You have been spending the whole afternoon running through the endless possibilities as to why they were willingly spending their time with you. Were they making fun of you? Were they just bored? None of your answers made you feel any better about yourself.

Now you were staring at your plate.

“Hey Y/N” Em looked quite concerned. “Are you alright?” You nodded, she frowned.

“If it’s Aurora who got you so sad, don’t worry, I kicked her ass”

You snorted at that. “No, don’t worry Em, everything’s alright. You know I get like that when the winter nears”

She nodded. It was exhilarating how everybody seemed to believe your lies.

Throughout the whole dinner, you sensed three pair of eyes burning through your back. You decided you couldn’t stay a minute longer under their scrutiny, pretending to eat, pretending to have fun. You simply stood up, exiting the Great Hall.

A hand grasped yours, making you jump.

“What’s up with you lot today? Trying to induce a heart attack?” James snickered, tugging your wrist and making you end up in his arms.

You noticed Sirius and Remus looking at you, the latter still sporting the frown he had in the library.

“Just wanting to check up on you. Moony here was quite worried about you, said you seemed sad. Is everything alright?” Sirius searched for your eyes, while you looked at your feet. “Did we make you uncomfortable in any way?”

“No, no it’s not that”

That’s it. You really were stupid.

Remus quirked a brow. “So you are sad about something.”

“Well, you know… the rain.”

James looked like he was about to laugh. “Well yes, it rains quite a lot in Scotland?”

“No, I mean I get quite moody when the weather starts to worsen” At that James hugged you.

“You poor thing, you should have told! Wanna come in our dorm and have a cuddle?”

A cuddle did sound nice, but then again the doubts started to flood your mind. They already had to spend time to someone as uninteresting as you, the least you could do was try to not be a burden.

“No, sorry I just want to take a shower and have some alone time, you know?”

They seemed worried. James looked like a lost puppy, not understanding why you were so suddenly trying to create space between you and them.

Sirius nodded. “Okay love, but if you change your mind you know where to find us, yeah?”

You wanted to cry. To actually sob into their shoulders and word vomit every single mean thing that you told yourself in the last six hours. Instead you just smiled, waved, and ran to your room.

And so began the worst week of your sixth year at Hogwarts.

[misserabella]

hi! i’m not sure if your requests are open but i’d love if you could write something where the reader works at a tattoo shop as a receptionist or manager and ellie goes in one day and becomes obsessed w her. then she keeps going in and getting more and more tattoos just to see reader? it could end in smut or something sweeter. it’s up to you. i love your writing, thank you!! <33

no cause she’d absolutely fall for you and waste all her money on tattoos to see you again

INK LUST LOVE

ellie williams x fem! reader

cw; +18 content, minors dni!, flirting, switch ellie and reader, sex in a public space (tattoo shop bathrooms), needy sex, fingering (both ellie and reader receiving), making out…

the first time she saw you, she swore the world had just stopped. like in the movies. you were so beautiful it made her go weak in the knees.

“hi! can i help you with something?” oh shit. were you talking to her? you were. your voice was so sweet… oh shit she had to answer.

“i’m yeah… i mean. uh… i’m ellie.” shit. explain. “i have a tattoo scheduled? for 15:30?” she said, cheeks flushed and stuttering.

she wanted to kick herself.

you smiled at her. you smiled! oh shit, her heart was doing flips.

“let me check…” you mumbled under your breath, looking. “here you are. ellie williams. 15:30.” you nodded, and she tried to not let show how fucking much it affected her hear you calling her by her name. it sounded beautiful coming from you. “i’ll go see how jesse is doing, give me a second.” you smiled once again, and she nodded, pushing her shaky and sweaty hands on her pockets.

“els!” jesse smiled, and ellie smiled back, waving at him. “come on in. i just need to sterilize the table and we’ll start.” she nodded, and went ahead to get into the room. you gave her a smile that she returned before the door closed behind back and she was finally able to smack jesse. “hey! what the hell was that about?”

“why didn’t you tell me your receptionist was so fucking beautiful?!” she inquired, completely pissed off.

“who? y/n?”

y/n, y/n, y/n…

a pretty name for a pretty girl.

“she just started. how the hell would i know she’d be your type?”

“dude. she’s everyone’s type. have you seen her?” she inquired in disbelief.

“yeah, i see her everyday. and if you have forgotten… i already have dina.” he smiled and ellie groaned.

“gross.”

“whatever.” jesse rolled his eyes. “let’s get started, we have hours ahead.”

-

Ellie came back not a week later. And you received her just the same, only this time you remembered her name. And of course you did. She was hot.

“Ellie! Back so soon?” her cheeks flushed. You looked beautiful, with a floral dress that let show your pretty legs. It’s not as if you hadn’t been dressing up just in case she would come back, of course not…

“Uh… Hi. Yeah, want to get my arm finished.” she smiled, pointing to her right arm, where Jesse had added more to her principal tattoo the last time.

“Looks beautiful. Can I see?” you inquired her and her cheeks flushed as she muttered a ‘sure’ and reached her arm towards you. You gently took it, taking a look at the ink. Your touch was burning her. She needed more. Her breath hitched when your fingertips caressed the tattoos on her skin. You touched her like she was made of glass. A softness she had never experienced before. It made her heart ache. She took her time to look at you. At your beautiful face, plump lips, long lashes and beautiful eyes. She was love struck. You smiled, ‘cause she looked so cute all embarrassed…

“Ellie, you ready?” suddenly Jesse’s voice caught her attention and you let go of her. She already missed your warmth.

“Uh yeah.” she nodded and you smiled at her.

“See you later.” you said, your voice sultry, eyes looking into her emerald ones.

“Yeah, see you later.”

-

Ellie was there almost every day, and somethimg you'd noticed is that she always found a way to make you laugh. She was observant and attentive too. She’d bring Jesse and you some refreshments and snacks (not because he cared about him, but you. She just needed to be subtle). She was not. You knew that she was into you, and you were into her. You had been trying to let her know, but she didn’t seem to get it. Anyways…

Your favorite was this chocolate bars that she’d buy just for you. They were so sweet… Just what you needed to get through an stressful and tiring day.

“And that’s when I told him that he should totally go for it, it was obvious Dina liked him back.” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she took a bite of her own bit of the chocolate she had brought.

“Shit.” she said, looking at her now stained and sticky fingers. “Do you have a…”

But before she could even ask for a napkin or something to wipe it off you were taking her hand and pushing her fingers inside your mouth to lick it off yourself. Her eyes shot open as your tongue met her skin, and you looked at her, humming at the taste. Maybe you took more time than necessary to leave her clean, but by the way her cheeks had dusted in pink you though she hadn’t mind. Oh she didn’t. Not one bit.

The air was thick around the two of you. You had been slowly throwing hints at her direction. Ellie was hot. And sweet. And you liked her. And you knew she liked you too. So you had decided that since subtle didn’t seem to work…

“Jesse is not in for another 30 minutes…” you said as you popped her fingers out of your mouth.

She cleared her throat, trying to act as if she wasn’t completely soaking her boxers. She liked you too fucking much for her own good.

“Bathroom?” she inquired and you smirked, tugging from her hand not after having turned the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.

Her heart was thumping inside her chest as you took her with you to the private bathrooms, and she was moaning as soon as the door was getting closed behind her back, your lips on her neck.

“Shit. You really are thick, aren’t you?” you groaned, one of her hands on your hair and the other on your waist. “Been trying to get you all by myself since weeks ago.” her body was shaking. Shit. Was this a dream?

“Fuck…” she groaned when you sucked on that spot that drove her insane, your hands cupping her tits, free under her white tank top.

“Can I?” you breathlessly said against her lips, your fingers on the button of her jeans. She nodded, not before kissing you. Her kiss was needy, and her tongue was hungry inside your mouth. You moaned, and quickly pushed her pants and boxers down. She did the same with your own and panties.

“Jesus Christ.” she moaned when her hand cupped your cunt. You were soaking wet. Her fingers played with your clit as yours slid through her soaking folds. You two looked like a mess. Making out like teenagers in heat in the first hidden place you could find.

You plunged one of your fingers inside of her cunt. “So tight…” you muttered and she groaned, fucking your pussy with her own as you touched each other. Your lips were on her nipples, sucking and biting. She was going insane.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” she sighed, her eyes watering and lips bruises and swollen.

You whimpered when her fingers curled against your g spot. Slick sounds were filling the bathroom as you fucked each other. You were grunting against each other, her lips now on your own neck, sucking bruises as you tugged on her hair. “More.” you begged, and she fucked you harsher, adding a third finger that stretched you out so good it almost hurt. But it hurt so good.

“Fuck. I want to taste you.” she said, and you moaned. “Been wanting to eat you out since the first time I saw you. I’m so fucking close…” she moaned and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Ellie… I’m gonna cum.” you breathlessly said and she kissed you, the two of you moaning into each other’s lips as you tightened around the other’s fingers. You two came with a groan, lazily lapping into each other’s mouth as your cum stained your thighs and fingers.

You fucked each other through it, you were whimpering at her praises. “Good girl. That’s it. Fuck. So good…” you hold onto her, gasping for air as you rode it down.

After a sloppy and slow kiss, she pulled away, caressing your cheek.

“Date?” she inquired with her voice weak and dazed glassy eyes. You smiled before kissing her again.

“My house. 8PM.” and she laughed.

-

a/n; hope you liked it! <3

[klonnieshippersclub]

Sweet as Honey

So excited for Klonnie Weekend! Here's a little something "sweet" (as the title suggests). This is set during season 3 at the Mikaelson Ball and features Klonnie's first kiss.

"You look delectable," Klaus practically purred, leaning close to her. He was internally giddy; Bonnie had agreed to accompany him to the dance floor, even though she didn't seem happy. He knew from the start that she couldn’t reject him without causing a scene, and they were both fully aware she didn’t want that.

With a heated glare, Bonnie pleaded, "Klaus, please."

"I'm only speaking the truth," he said as he tightened his hold on her body against him. "And I thought you preferred 'Nik.'"

"How can you be so bold with people listening?"

"There's enough commotion that no one can hear us."

"You know better than anyone that vampires' hearing ability is exceptionally, strong," Bonnie exclaimed with a tilt of her head. He knew what he was doing, so why pretend otherwise? She wondered what his angle was.

"You're right," he answered with a smirk. "I just don't care about being overheard."

Bonnie and Klaus had grown close in a short period of time. Their bond was more emotional than physical, and it was established under the guise of a truce between the Mikaelsons and Bonnie's friends. Following a recent heartbreak from dealing with her cheating ex, Bonnie found herself feeling isolated. When approached by the Original Hybrid with an offer she couldn't refuse, she found herself becoming infatuated with the most evil person she knew.

She accepted his invitation to have access to his library of grimoires but only when he was present. He didn't ask for anything in return initially. When she arrived at the Mikaelson Mansion to study the spell books, he finally asked her for the payment he had in mind. He didn't want or need money, but he requested to taste her blood.

As they waltzed, Bonnie’s core tightened at the memory. She could recall her arousal upon him drinking from her neck and the kisses he planted upon her skin but never her mouth. Klaus guided her through spells with winks and playful teasing in his library. She knew he was attracted to her but couldn't take his affection seriously considering the dress he gifted her best friend.

As she was brought back to reality, Bonnie remarked, "You don't have to lie to me."

"I have no reason to deceive you," he replied.

"You have the perfect motivation: to drive a wedge between me and my friends."

"Have you considered that I am tired of keeping our relationship secret?" he questioned with a raised brow.

"What relationship?"

"'Relationship' isn't the most accurate word. Does 'mutual romantic interest' suffice?"

"I thought you liked secrets. You're the one who's been flirting with me behind closed doors and pursuing my friend in front of the world," Bonnie said, hating the feeling of seeing Klaus entertain Caroline. He always told her it was only meant to irritate Tyler, but it hurt. After the situation with her unfaithful ex, she vowed to never feel like that again.

"You know that means nothing to me," said Klaus, as his hands wandered lower towards her rear. He'd show that little witch who he truly wanted.

"I know you like to play games, and I refuse to be one of them."

"Oh, I get it. You're jealous."

Bonnie gasped at his delusional accusation. "I am not jealous, and that is absurd to suggest," she responded before she pulled away to leave him.

Of course, Klaus would never make things easy for her, so he followed. "It's absurd that you can deny that I only want you."

The Original grabbed the witch’s hand, and she was suddenly in his embrace again. However, she was unamused by his shenanigans.

"Your actions say differently," said Bonnie, with irritation painting her face.

"You want me to claim you? Fine." Klaus swooped down to capture her mouth in a heated kiss. All he could think of was the taste. Her blood was like wine, and her lips were honey. "You're mine."

[nemolfc]

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐩*𝐫𝐧

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐝𝐜 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

( 🤤🤤🤤 )

" You want me to be your WHAT! "

Admittedly, a wave of concern washed over her upon seeing his text message, specifically when he capitalized the word EMERGENCY – she half expected that he was injured in training and needed someone to look after him, yet his request does not classify as an emergency, not even in the slightest.

" Baba " He whines, sounding less like a full grown adult and more like a child who’d been told he wasn’t allowed to touch the cookie jar, his lips pucker in a pout. " Please, please "

" You know I suck at lying Dominik, how the hell are we supposed to convince your parents that we are happily dating? " She sighs, resting her head on the armcase of the couch.

" Well I mean half of my teammates think we are dating " Dominik shrugs.

She gives him a deadpan look before retorting, " You didn’t correct them cause you were jealous of Trent flirting with me "

His jaw ticks, while he was very much fond of his English teammate, what he wasn’t quite fond of was the way Trent liked to flirt with her, " I wasn’t jealous " he says through gritted teeth.

She smirks and pats his arm, " sure you weren’t "

He grows silent for a mere moment before looking at her, " Baba, please " he said with a small voice. " If you do this, I promise the minute we return to Liverpool, I will do anything you want "

Her brow raised at his suggestion, there mere word offering a variety of ways, " Anything? "

He nods with a sweet smile, " It’s only for three weeks, just to get my mother off my back about dating, three weeks and then we are back to normal "

She grows silent, contemplating the ways in which their friendship could possibly shift entirely should she accept the offer, " Will this affect … you know, our friendship? "

In that moment, he wanted, no he ached to tell her that their friendship was long gone, that his heart fluttered each time she paid him a visit, or he sees her in the stands cheering him on while she wore his jersey, he ached to tell her that from the minute she waltzed ( or better yet crashed given their first encounter ) into his life, his views on love had changed, he started to see a future with her in it.

" No " He blurts out, silently praying that his cheeks weren’t flaming from his thoughts. " It won’t, I mean, it’s just a tiny white lie, what could possibly go wrong? "

A lot, a lot could go wrong and it did.

It had been a week since their arrival to his home country, his parents Zsanett and Zsolt had insisted on her staying with them despite her insistence that she can stay at a hotel, the pair were nothing short of kind although his father was more stern which made sense as Dominik had taken after him when it came to football, his mother cooed over them, citing that she and Dominik reminded her of so much of herself and his father.

That evening, while Dominik was out with his father - she was keeping his mother company in the kitchen, a wave of comfortable silence around them for a mere moment before Zsanett decided to pipe up, " You know you’re a lot more beautiful than the pictures Domi shows me "

She lifts her head up from where she was standing, a surprised expression adorning her features, " Pictures? " she echoed.

" Kedves " Zsanett smiles softly, " You're all Domi talks about every time he comes home for the international break "

To say she was surprised would be an understatement, her friendship with Dominik was completely unexpected, some of the players from Liverpool’s football club were paying the children a visit and amongst the players was Dominik, who had been nothing but sweet towards all the children there, one thing lead to another with a beautiful friendship, with an embarrassed chuckle, she responds. " I had no idea "

" Dominik had always been shy when it comes to his feelings " Zsanett begins, a soft smile across her lips. " He could say one thing and it would mean another thing "

Her cheeks redden at the fact that Dominik was speaking about her to his mother, " He never mentioned it "

" He most likely didn't want to freak you out, I know my son, when he loves someone, he tends to become shy, rarely as outspoken as you’d normally see him with his friends " She smiles, " And the way he looks at you, he’s crazy about you Kedves "

The conversation lingered in the back of her mind throughout dinner, she remained silent for the most part as Dominik and his father were the ones doing the most talking, and it wasn't until the pair retrieved to his old bedroom to get ready for sleep, that he decided to ask her, " Baba, what's wrong? "

She had stepped out of the shower, and was combing her hair in front of the mirror, she looks at him through the reflection, " What do you mean? "

He slips on his t-shirt before crawling under the covers, then he looks at her. " You were quiet during dinner " he states.

" I didn’t want to interrupt " She shrugs, with a smile. " You were eagerly talking with your father "

" So? my parents adore you " He shrugs, smiling at her. " Even my father likes you, he said you’re a positive impact on me "

She giggles, playfully swatting his arm before responding. " Who else is going to make sure you eat properly? I swear you’re more childish than the children I look after "

He laughs softly, turning to lay on his side and look at her. " I really appreciate you kislány " he whispers.

" Right back at you " She beams then she turned around, " Goodnight Domi "

He inhales then exhales a deep breath before muttering, " Goodnight "

The following morning, Dominik suggested they’d have breakfast outside at a local spot he used to frequent as a teen, the moment he stepped in with her – an elderly woman by the name of Zsofia, appeared from the back and smiled warmly at the pair, " Dominik, how are you son? "

He smiled at her, " I’m good, how are you? Ő az a lány, akiről pár hónapja meséltem neked "

The woman turns to her, " It’s so nice to finally meet you, I have heard so much about you "

She tilts her head to look at Dominik who shrugs with a sheepish expression, " She caught me texting you once so I had no choice but to tell her "

" He looked like a school boy, smiling at his phone because his crush texted him " Zsofia giggled, " You had that boy looking like a tomato "

Dominik avoided her gaze when she looked at him again, before giggling. " Interesting? "

Zsofia leads the pair to a table before she said, " I’m going to get you guys something to eat, on the house "

" Oh you don’t have to " She interjects.

" Nonsense, it’s about time he brought someone home, lord knows we’ve been waiting for this day " Zsofia teased Dominik who covered his face, chuckling in response.

He turns to her, cheeks flaming with a nervous expression itched across his face, "To be fair, I … I was so, well I am proud of you " he chuckles, " So I kind of bragged that I know this wonderful, kind and talented doctor that is saving lives day in and day out "

The praise elicited a giggle from her, along with a fluttering inside of her heart, it was then that she remembered his mother’s words, " I don’t mind that you did, it’s just I was very surprised to hear that I meant so much to you "

He smiles earnestly, reaching over to squeeze her hand. " Baba, you’ve literally saved me from losing my mind, and you’re always pushing me to work harder, without you I wouldn’t have made it through the first year in Liverpool "

His eyes shone with adoration, and for a moment she truly believed those words, that perhaps there could be a chance for the two of them - however just as the hope blossomed, fear had taken over, Dominik was the popular heartthrob footballer that could get any woman he wants, why on earth would he be interested in settling down with a doctor. " Always got your back Domi, we’re friends after all "

He forces a smile, " Yeah, friends "

As the week passes by, his mother's as well as Zsofia's words were truly sinking in - she'd begun to notice Dominik's antics, such as kissing her on the cheek whenever they weren't around anyone, taking any and all chances to hold her in his arms, and then some, it was an internal battle inside of her mind, she wanted to believe that it was true, the doubt lurked in the back of her mind.

Dominik was the handsome football player, beloved by many both in and out of Hungary, he's the kind of man that the media expects to be seen with gorgeous well put women, and she ... she was quite the opposite of well put, she lives each day in all it's entirety, her job demands an unprecedented amount of strength that it often times leaves her feeling like a complete zombie.

How can she be the ideal girlfriend to a football player? and yet each time Dominik looks at her, a flutter nestles inside of her heart - he was gentle, doting and caring, everything she could hope for in a man.

The only issue was her mind, the small voice continued to nag, claiming that she was not worthy of love, unbeknownst to her, she was loved, loved deeply by him.

On one night, she lies down next to him, the pair staring up at the ceiling together as neither one were able to sleep - " Baba " he whispers, turning to lay on his side and face her, she soon follows and hums in response. " What is it? " she whispers.

" I just ... " He began, pausing to collect his thoughts. " I want to tell you something "

" Ok " She murmurs, reaching over to squeeze his hand gently.

He smiles softly, " I've been meaning to tell you this for the longest time, for a really really long time " he adds on with a nervous chuckle.

Her heart flutters, recalling what his mother said. " Ok, tell me "

" Baba " He begins with a soft tone, inhaling then exhaling softly, " I .. I like you "

" Huh? " Her eyes widened, " Yeah? "

" I like you baba, a lot " He said, tentatively reaching over to caress the apple of her cheek with his thumb. " I ... " he said with a soft laugh, " I love you "

" Yeah? " She whispers.

" Yeah " He nods with a smile, his thumb trailing over her lips. " I love you more than I can possibly put into words, ever since I saw you doting and comforting the little girl in the cancer ward, the way you patiently sat and listened to her talk, Trent had to nudge me to leave with them cause I was just so in awe of you "

She whispers, " Why didn't you tell me? "

" I was scared, I'm only a football player baba, just kicking a ball for a living " He laughs then adds on, " You are " he huffs out a soft breath, " You're perfect, a real life hero, saving the kids day in and day out "

" I'm hardly a hero " She murmurs, looking down.

He hooks a finger under a chin, causing her to look up. " You are in my eyes "

Suddenly, he leans in - and she notes how his eyes trails down to her lips, then back up to her eyes, his breaths labored. " Baba " he whispers.

Instead of responding, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips onto his - surprising both her and him, he sighs against her lips inciting a muffled whimper from her, " I love you " he murmurs, " I love you so much "

The only sound that escapes from her lips was a whine, he pushes her further onto the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other rests on her neck, his lips soon parts hers, trailing down to her neck, kissing and nibbling the neck inciting soft moans out of her lips. " Dominik " she sighs.

" I know baba " He murmurs, easing her out of her shirt - he then attached his lips around one of her nipples, while he toyed with the other.

Her fingers thread through his hair, whimpering, moaning and withering as his ministrations spurred a euphoric wave enveloping her body, " Dominik " she moans.

He presses open mouthed kisses across her abdomen, lowering himself to be at face level with her clothed pussy, his eyes dart up to meet hers. " You're wet baba " he whispers, pressing his thumb over the wet patch inciting a whine from her, he pushes her panties down before throwing them away, " Fuck " he groans, trailing a single digit up and down. " I can't take it anymore " he breathes before latching his lips entirely over her pussy then pushing tongue inside of her pussy.

" Oh my god " She gasps, her back arches off the bed. " Fuck " her fingers thread in his hair, tugging on the end. " Just like that, Domi .. just like that "

He buries his face further, thrusting his tongue in and out of her slick walls, his nose nuzzling her clit which had the knot in her lower abdomen explode, he groans, the vibrations sending shockwaves inside of her body, " Fuck, fuck ... just like that, just like that "

He pulls back, his chin glistening just as he crawled up to meet her dazed eyes. " You taste so perfect baba " he murmurs, pressing soft kisses on her jaw. " So perfect "

" Domi " She sighs softly, " Please "

His thumb rubs her clit again, " What is it baba? tell me? " he whispers.

" Fuck me " She whined, wrapping her arms around her shoulder.

He smiled and kissed her, " Say no more "

He undressed himself entirely, hooking her legs around his torso whilst he slowly eased himself into her until he was fully in, inciting a soft gasp from the two of them, " You're taking my cock so well baba, such a good girl " he sighs, burying his face in her neck, peppering soft kisses across every inch of her skin.

" Dominik " She moans, grinding against him to ease the friction.

" I know baba, I know " He grunts, pecking her cheek repeatedly. " I can feel it, you're squeezing me - FUCK " he groans, " Oh fuck, you're such a good girl " he cooed in her ear.

" Dominik, I'm going to cum " She sighs, arching her back off the bed.

" Yeah, you're going to cum baba " He cooed, his thumb rubbing her clit. " Cum for me baba "

With a few thrusts, the pair chase their high together before he collapsed next to her, once they were able to catch their breaths, she turns to him and says, " Does that mean our friendship is ruined? "

He chuckles, " It was ruined a long time ago baba "

[maadilin]

everlark and physical touch: part 1, the 74th hunger games

part 1 of a special post about katniss and peeta's relationship through touch.

((Lines from the book are Italicized))

Page 260-261: Katniss and Peeta's first kiss. Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him. This is long overdue, because he's right, we are supposed to be madly in love. Katniss began these kisses. Not Peeta. Yes, he's in love with her, but he respects her and is still a bit shy. He's too shy to start anything, he'll kiss her if Katniss kisses him. At least at first.

Pg 264: I reach out to touch his cheek, and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. Because of Katniss's kisses, Peeta gains the confidence to return with his own romantic gestures,

Pg 298: The first kiss..the first real one. This is the first kiss we're both fully aware of. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another. WOOO!! The first kiss. The first glimpse into Katniss's (brief) mentions throughout the books of her romantic desire and the first true everlark moment, in my opinion. But Peeta keeps it from going further. Oh well. But this is the first glimpse of Katniss's desire, her arousal, caused by Peeta. This is just the beginning. Peeta has gained the confidence to give her one long kiss, but loses this confidence. So Katniss has to give him that confidence again..

Pg 302: Katniss returns the kiss. To give him that confidence. At least, affection. I swallow hard and get the words out. "You don't have much competition anywhere." And this time, it's me who leans in. YAYYYYY!!!!! Good job Katniss. Gale is probably fuming.

Pg 311: Looooooooong Kiss. I scoot over and shake Peeta's shoulder. His eyes open sleepily and when they focus on me, he pulls me down for a long kiss. He's regained that confidence. And even when Katniss says they're wasting hunting time, Peeta even flirts a bit, saying "I wouldn't call it wasting."

Fast forward a bit...

Pg 361: I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms. He rights himself and we just cling to each other. He's just kissing me. Kisses. Peeta's still in love. Is Katniss?

Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from her. Not all of those kisses from Katniss were for love. Most were for survival. Peeta kissed her..as an act of love. Katniss kissed him..some for love, but most for their survival. His heart's broken, and she's a mess. She doesn't want to let go, but the closer they get to 12, the more confused she gets. She doesn't know what they'll be in 12. She and Gale? She just realized Gale might like her.

To be continued...

xx madi

god this is long.

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Back at it again with the request the moment it opened.

I wanna request another Secret History Mario x Reader, they could be a horrorbrew or not depending on this scenario idea. Idk part of my brain thinks that SH Mario is secretly possessive? (I could be wrong and I am just overlooking the one scene where Peach explained her now deformed state cause of Mario unable to accept the fact she cheated on him so in return, He forced surgery on her.) So, What if they got flirted on by other horrorbrew mario fam whether it be just so they can under the dictator's skin or something. How would he deal with it?

Can be a headcanon or story- the SH mario cravings need to be quelled No i am not who you think I am... Maybe...-

Secret History Mario Possesive/Jealousy HC’s

Hey there thanks for the ask!

I think I know who this is. Regardless I agree with you given what he did to peach in the original secret history series I wouldn’t be surprised if he was very obsessive over his loved ones. Also I did regular reader but I did mention Horrorbrew reader a bit but mostly focused on regular if that is alright. Anyways I hope you enjoy it. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ⚠️Mentions Of Violence + Possessiveness + Stuff Done To Reader (Not specified)⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Secret History Mario + Mentions Of Other Mario Madness Characters

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Blazing-T on Newgrounds + Banner by swugarbunny (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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- This man is definitely something when it comes to jealousy. If you’ve seen my previous x reader based on him although it does take him a bit to be jealous that doesn’t mean he doesn’t and when he does it really is something. I kind of feel like he has stages when it comes to his jealousy. First stage is alright. He gives people the death stare and that usually does it for some people. However the more jealous he becomes the worse he gets. His behavior towards the person he’s jealous of is really bad. Considering the shit he did in his origin I wouldn’t be surprised if he does the same thing. If he needs to result to violence in order to get the person to leave you alone he would and he isn’t afraid to admit it. He won’t let anyone threaten your and his relationship.

- He pretty much trusts you that you won’t do anything with other people. Otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to be in a relationship with him. If you were some sort of Horrorbrew he knows you won’t let that stuff slide. Even if you weren't, he knew you wouldn’t reciprocate. If you aren’t very open about expressing your feelings depending on how out forward you are he’ll settle on having your close towards him. If you don’t push him away he knows your answer to it.

- As for the Horrorbrew gang, let's just say it’s definitely something. Considering the differences between them and you (depending if you want to be a Horrorbrew yourself or not.) he definitely keeps an eye out for them. Some of the characters know how to get their way when it comes to stuff and seeing you with him you can bet they're definitely going to do some stuff in order to annoy him and definitely involve you even if you're reluctant with it. And they definitely get on his nerves and he hates it. Absolutely hate it. He doesn’t get why they do it. Well considering how sadistic some of them are he’s not surprised but still he doesn’t get them.

- When it comes to flirting some of them definitely do it on purpose. With characters like Mr Virtual, Omega (Maybe), Mr L and sometimes Luigi’s Day Out Mario. With characters like them they are definitely doing to get a reaction out of Secret History Mario. Depending on their power level like Mr Virtual and Mr L he’ll just result in telling them off which just causes them to chuckle at him knowing what they’re doing is affecting him. Is the talking going to stop them? No it won’t. They’re too much of little shits to stop, they’re enjoying the reaction they’re getting off of him. However with characters like Luigi’s Day Out Mario although he likes to tease him he does stop for a while once he gets told off by him but again like the others he still continues once Secret History Mario has his guard down.

- As for the others like Beta Luigi, Luigi’s Day Out Luigi, DJ Hallyboo and maybe MX (depends on his overall relationship with you) they don’t flirt with you (intentionally at least). Given at least two of the characters I just listed off, they probably don’t want to upset him like the others so they just leave you alone. The most they’ll do is compliment you. Surprisingly he’s actually alright with them (minus MX because just like before I think it depends on yours and his relationship) and trusts them to a certain extent.

- To be honest he doesn’t trust most of them. From what I just mentioned in my previous two points depending on who they are and if they purposefully try to flirt with you. He does his absolute best to keep you away from them only letting you be around them if he’s there and if it’s an absolute must. Of course he does let you hang out around the one’s he trusts, he doesn’t just keep you locked in a cage, he's not that heartless. For the most part.

- As mentioned in my first point, if you've seen my previous x reader based on him I pretty much said he’s pretty clingy/overly loving when he is jealous. In more ways than one. He can’t help it as long as you don’t mind it he’ll definitely be on you to make sure his love for you has been acknowledged. As long as you don’t do anything that proves you don’t love him he’s alright. If you do then he may have to do something to you, maybe not something that happened to Peach in the original video but definitely enough to make sure that you know how much he loves you and wants you.

- You do eventually somewhat get used to his possessiveness over you admittedly even though you knew his past sometimes you're still surprised at his boldness in a way at his insistence that he deserves you no one else. Honestly as possibly cringe this may seem his actions definitely make seem yandere in a way. To be honest he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he has to be the bad guy in order to get his point across. If it does then he will do it.

- Overall despite his behaviour sometimes towards people he doesn’t trust he does care about you in his own way and would do anything to make sure you know it. Even if it takes a while for you to do so.

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[shxtodxroki]

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚘 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢"

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“.....What are you looking at?” The sound of your girlfriend’s voice, soft despite her confused tone, manages to snap you out of your fatigued daze as your focus returns to the world around you, feeling the way your face heats up as you realize you have no clue how long you’d been staring at her. Yet despite your slight bashfulness, you can’t resist the small smile that peeks through you at the questioning expression on her face, finding the way her brows furrow to be so incredibly endearing as you reach around blindly for a moment until you find her hand and swiftly lace your fingers through hers while your head remains firmly resting against her lap.

“Just you. You’re so pretty.” You respond with a loving grin, your heart-eyes obvious as Mikasa grows flustered from your bold compliment. The way her cheeks light up in a blush only makes your grin go wider as you use your free hand to play with her fingers, while squeezing her hand in your other one. “My pretty girl.” 

Mikasa, despite her rough exterior, has always been incredibly easy to fluster when it comes to you, and in times like this you can’t help but be thankful for that fact as her blush and the way she suddenly averts your gaze only causes your heart to pound faster for the beautiful woman you call your own. As she fumbles for a response, you find yourself lifting your linked hands up to your mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles while keeping your head in her lap before tracing your fingers gently over hers. No matter how long you’re together, she never manages to adjust to your flirting and loving remarks, though she manages to collect herself enough to respond after a few moments of shy silence.

“…..You look nice, too.” Is all she mumbles in response, clearly flustered by this sudden show of affection even when the two of you have been together for so long. It’s impossible for you to bite back the slight giggle that falls from your lips at her bashfulness, though it’s clear its a laugh of endearment rather than malice as you continue playing with her fingers in your hand for a moment, before allowing your eyes to flutter shut as your fatigue begins to overtake you.

“I love you so much, beautiful.” You mutter out softly, voice filled with adoration as you turn to snuggle your head into Mikasa’s stomach, feeling her hands resting on you as you smile sleepily. Mikasa’s blush begins to calm as a small, loving smile spreads across her face when she feels you cuddle into her, taking the chance to admire your resting face as you continue lying on her lap.

“...I love you, too.” She responds simply, content to let you fall asleep in her lap like this as her hand comes up to absently rub your shoulder in order to soothe you to sleep. She’ll wake you enough to move to the bedroom later, when her own mind grows tired and she’s ready to snuggle up with you in bed for the night, but for now she’s happy to let you rest on her as she admires her and thanks her lucky stars for whatever she did to deserve the beautiful significant other who rests on her in this moment, the only person she could imagine spending her life with like this.

Request - Anonymous said: i have one!!!! mikasa (attack on titan) + falling asleep on her lap (you were initially just laying there)

A/N:Hi hi y’all, I’ve had this in progress for a while but I finally got a chance to sit down and finish it so I hope my Mikasa lovers enjoy <3 She’s so lovely omg I was so excited to write something for her, if you have any other characters you wanna see a drabble for pls feel free to send in an ask <3

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[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Triggered

Posted 28/05/23, Edited 27/06/23

Millie held your hand between hers throughout the entirety of the game, only breaking apart when England scored or to top up your tea. The game ended with a win and despite the beginning of the day, you had had a good night. Standing up and unzipping the coat to return it to her she abruptly stopped you. “It’s okay wear it home, it’s gotten cold now” her voice a lot softer than a few hours ago and certainly more bubbly than earlier in the evening. “I can’t do that this is part of your kit” still trying to take it off. “Well I can’t let you walk home cold can I” she shrugged jokingly like her hands were tied. “Well you could, I’m the one who was silly enough not to bring a coat” you assured her. “I’m used to it though, I’m a hot bod” you smirked at her, she was right in more ways than one. “I guess, you are always in short sleeves when you play” you sighed, finally accepting the gesture and zipping the coat back up. “You notice that?” she quizzed you, “it’s not hard to tell who has long sleeves on and you never do” you laughed at the obvious as she asked if she could walk you out. You said you don’t need babysitting and suggested she go and see her team. “I wasn’t implying that you need babysitting, I just wanted to make sure you’d get home okay” trying to justify her intentions. “Well I won’t be home for at least another two hours yet so you’d be waiting a long time” you laughed. “Two hours?! I assumed you lived near Mack” her face shocked that you have to travel so far. You asked how she knows your friends and questioned why he has never mentioned her to you before. Turns out her mum knows his mum from grass roots and she very rarely pops by, the game just happened to have been played near their house and Mack hadn’t seen her since he was a child. “I’m sorry I made tonight tough for you”she said resting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, nothing a tea can’t fix” you’d had a good night and knew why you were triggered and was able to get over it quickly with help from the blonde. “No it’s not okay, I should be more aware of how my words and actions affect people” looking down at the ground embarrassed. “It’s not your job to accommodate me” you said bluntly still feeling like she’s babying you. “We’re heading out, are you coming?” Mack called over interrupting your conversation. “Yeah I’m coming!” you shouted back to him. You thanked her again for the coat and insisted you wouldn’t need it as you’ll be sat on a train, trying one last time to return the offering but once again she stopped you. “Can I drive you home?” This girl just doesn’t give up! You had to put your foot down and raised your eyebrow in a disappointed fashion “okay! You don’t need babysitting, I get it! Keep the coat though please” she smiled sweetly. You rolled your eyes and reluctantly agreed to keep her from continuing to fuss. Holding her arms out to initiate a hug, you hesitated but hugged goodbye quickly when she called you out for leaving her hanging then made your way to the station.

On your second train of the night you were now half way home with an hour to go when your phone pinged.

“Did you get home safe?”

“It’s Millie by the way”

“I asked Mack’s mum to send me your number 🙊”

3 messages came through immediately one after the other.

“Good job you’re a footballer cause you can’t count!” you replied sarcastically “two hour journey I said, not one!” Sending a selfie of yourself, hood up earphones in and very obviously still on a train.

M - “Wish you had just let me take you home, you’d have been in bed by now”

Y - “Still babysitting are we?”

M - “No just checking this cute girl I met tonight is safe, that’s all 🙂”

You struggled not to spit out your drink as you read the last one then stumbled over how to reply. Was she seriously flirting with you right now? You settled for a funny ugly faced selfie with “cute you say? 😂” to gauge if she really was flirting or just being kind.

M - “Don’t ruin your pretty lil face please”

M - “Although if any creep comes and sits near you that face will make them run a mile 🤣”

Y - “Didn’t work on you though did it 😉”

M - “Cheeky! 😳”

M - “Sorry again about tonight”

Y - “You’re gonna have something to actually be sorry about soon if you don’t stop!”

Y - “Honestly it’s okay, your actions after I told you speak louder than your ones before”

M - “That’s a nice thing to say”

Y - “Yeah you’re not used to that are you!”

M - “Shut ittt! What ya listening to?”

Y - “Nothing, I just put them in so no one talks to me, I need to hear the station announcements otherwise I get distracted and miss my stop 🙃”

With that she tried to FaceTime you but assuming it was a mistake you didn’t answer.

M - “You ignoring me now?”

Y - “Assumed it was a butt dial 🤷🏻‍♀️”

M - “No I wanna see your face”

Y - “I’ve already sent you a photo!”

Your message had barely been delivered when she called you again, staring at your phone for a while before reluctantly answering. You wanted to be left alone to process the day and unwind from the overstimulation you had endured for hours but here you were FaceTiming with Millie Bright. What a mad day! “You don’t give up easily do you?“ was your opening line, “not when I want something, no” she smiled from the other side of the phone. Giving her a stern look with a raised brow you really didn’t know how to take her. What you did know is that her cheeky smile made you feel warm inside. It was either that or her massive coat still wrapped around you. She asked how long until your station and set a timer so you didn’t miss it which you secretly thought was adorable. “For someone who didn’t want my coat, you’re still wearing it” she teased, rolling your eyes as you leant your head on the window. She asked you where home was and said again that she would have driven you as she lives near by, you replied cheekily that your mum told you not to get into a car with a stranger. “Strangers are we?” her voice turned high pitch and excitable, “we’re hardly anything other!” you hit back. Millie wanted to change that and asked you to tell her about yourself, explaining that you’re exhausted you suggested she go first as your blinking slowed, you barely had the energy to stay awake let alone make small talk.

“Okayyy... I’m Millie, 29 years old” you were surprised at her age as she seemed a lot older which she jokingly took offence to. You exchanged birthdays, star signs and talked about family - something that means a lot to the both of you. “I’m a footballer, as you know” pulling a 💁🏼‍♀️ face, “oh are you? I didn’t know that! I did wonder how you got this coat” you said popping the hood sarcastically. “Can certainly tell you live up to your star sign, your sarc is off the charts!” seemingly impressed that someone can keep up with her banter. “Your simp is off the charts!” you snapped back quickly. “Shit, is it that obvious?” her eyes widened in shock as you nodded in a ‘well duh’ sort of way. “So you’ve known I’ve had the hots for you all this time and you’ve just been knocking me back?” she asked as she laid down on her bed holding the phone above her head looking sleepy and adorable. Telling her you couldn’t let her have it easy, plus you didn’t know if she was flirting or just being friendly because she fucked up earlier, Millie assured you she wouldn’t do that but you reminded her that you didn’t know her and it pays to be cautious. “You were a right bellend and then went all soft” you said kicking your feet up on the chair in front of you, “I was just having a bad day” she muttered glancing away from the camera, “wanna talk about it?” you asked. She spoke about her day at Chelsea, they sent her away as she’s still not fit to play, she can’t talk about her injury as it’s in her contract not to, she wanted to be playing with the girls and is sad she’s missing out on the last England camp before the World Cup. Camp is her fave place to be and was extra sad because she’s missing out on seeing her best friend.

The alarm went off on Millie’s phone so you knew the next stop was yours, you thanked her for keeping you company but she wouldn’t let you say goodbye until you were safe in your car. Nobody had cared this much about your safety before accept your mum but you were still skeptical whether it was because she felt guilty for nearly causing you a meltdown earlier.

“Are you home?” pinged up on your phone as you pulled up on your driveway. You couldn’t help the corners of your mouth turn up as you saw her name flash but decided to keep her waiting while you made your way inside your home, turning on the lights and pulling on your bed clothes before falling into bed. Sending her a photo of your bedroom TV showing Friends and telling her to let you know an address to send her coat back to.

M - “The coat was a reason to see you again”

Y - “Oh and there was me thinking you were doing it out of the kindness of your own heart”

Your phone vibrated next to you as she tried to FaceTime you again, this girl does not quit! “Are you single?” she immediately opened up with as you answered and plotted to play with her a little. “Who’s asking?” you said teasingly, “me, obviously!” she giggled. “Oh no sorry, I’m taken” you paused before laughing. “Yes I’m single, haven’t found someone who can handle all this yet. I’m not into girls tho soz” struggling to keep a straight face with the lie you told. “I don’t believe that, I’m not the only one who’s been flirting all night!” her voice once again high pitched as she sat up in bed appearing more alert with the conversation. “How dare you insinuate such a thing!” you said dramatically, teasing the blonde defender. You chatted for a little while before your eyes couldn’t stay open much longer and you started to drift off. Millie watched you drop to sleep before hanging up, for some reason she wanted you and she wasn’t gonna stop until she got you.

Part Three

[the-king-and-the-druidess]

For me, the ideal and realistic scenario of Armor reboot which in the end would still turn into a classic Arw*en(cause destiny, huh) would be something like this:

in Le Mort d'Arthur, it's Morgana who expectedly comes to take care of Arthur, and not her personal maid? (it was weird, plus the fact that the script didn't show Armor talking after such a tense ep of Morgana's fulfilled prophecies didn't make much sense. The questing beast couldn't, logically, have such power to ruin their relationship for the entirety of the following season like this or could, but it's a topic for another day Plus, It's a symbol of Arthurian incest, so it must have been Morgana, in my opinion.)

Arthur hears that Morgana loves and respects him, and they warm up to each other. In S2, we get the flirt, affinity and affection of S3 but Morgana still keeps a secret from Arthur(her magic). Imagine a post-"Nightmare begins" scene where a suspicious Arthur asks: "You didn't want to leave me, did you?" "No, Arthur, I will never leave you." In the middle of the season, we could get a scene when Uther wants to marry Arthur to Elena, for example, but Arthur hints at Morgana, to which Uther suspiciously freaks out and says that she does not suit him, and Arthur retorts that she is the most suitable. Then Uther wants to marry Morgana off, and the prince turns out to be an evil sorcerer who is defeated by Merlin as always, and so on.

(For the audience and period's sake Armor share only one or two chaste kisses)

But Morgana still is gone with Morgause at the end of the season; secrets undermine trust. For a year of her absence, everyone has lost hope, they consider her killed by Morgause the evil sorceress. Arthur is looking for her but has also lost faith. He and Gwen are unexpectedly getting closer because of the memory of Morgana they share and the comfort they can give each other in the ruined by Kilgharrah kingdom.

But in S3, Morgana appears in Camelot again. Morgause had got her on the revolution side, obviously, but this is not played out as "look, I'm a vile witch! Muhaha!"

Morgana still loves Arthur, but also wants to overthrow his father, which could open the way for a better life for magickfolk and who knows, for her to marry Arthur and become the just and righteous queen she(starts) dreams of being.

Arthur is in a terrible situation, since he got close to Gwen and made his promises to her, he did not hope that Morgana would return. But she has returned and the feelings reawaken. The whole triangular thing becomes so complicated, Morgana is jealous when she finally realises who's the new love of Arthur and why he's changed so much.

The sibling reveal occurs only at the end of S3 when Arthur is finally forced to reject Morgana. The sisters strike the Kingdom and everything goes more or less the same way, only we have Armor remaining in the state of angst, ust and hurt/no comfort 😎

[normalpeopleconfuseme]

Sexiness is over 9000!

You hummed a small tune as you placed the returned books back on the shelves. The morning had been busy since it's right around exams and students have been studying like crazy for the last few days but thankfully you've been able to keep up with the rush.

" Excuse me sensei do you have any books on the history of torture?' A small student covered in fur asked politely and you offered them a soft smile. "You're just in luck! I was just about to put one back on the shelves." You handed the small student their book, they couldn't help but sigh in relief at holding the book. " Thank you so much sensei! It's been so hard to grab this! I really need to cram on my history for the torture classes, it's my lowest grade."

A cloud of gloom hanged over the young students' head which caused you to chuckle a little. You pat their head in comfort " Always remember that I'm right here whenever you need help and theres always a chance or two I could sneak some reference material off of the teachers if you really need it, just do your best alright?"

You were able to cheer them up as you pat their head, an arua of confidence had started to surround them. They laughed slightly at the affection before thanking you again and going on their way. You wore a proud smile on your face as your returned back to your work.

"Such sweet kids I hope each of them will do their best on their exams." You talked to yourself as you place the books backs. One quick look away was quick enough for someone to sneak up on you. You were surprised to see Raim-sensei leaning over your trolly with a cheeky smile on her face while Momonoki stood behind her with a chart that was filled with treats and tea.

"Ready for your daily meeting?' Raim-sensei asked.

"The daily meeting" was really a small gathering in the middle of the school day between class breaks. They were normally held in your office since students and even some teachers rarely entered your office so it sort of became a hangout spot for the three of you. Raim and Momonoki let out a sigh after taking a drink from their hell grade tea.

Raim let out a groaned as she leaned back on her hands. "I had such bad luck last night I met a cutie, but I couldn't even get near him thanks to a certain annoying general." she said with some annoyance in her tone. You never understood why she kept going to that bar. You sighed with annoyance knowing very well who she's talking about.

"I still don't get why you keep going back to that bar in the first place, you know that its infested with vermin" You tried to hold back the growl that threatened to escape from your lips. "I don't know why either but its hard for a demon so leave their previous stomping grounds, but maybe I should find another place to use my charms other than that place the only one who was handsome enough was gerneral furfur."

Yes, the mighty general furfur and his men had arrogantly taken over Raim's favorite spot for a meal. Momonoki looked at her with sympathy "General furfur must've told his men not to flirt with any woman in the bar, that can't be good for a succubus to be denied their prey."

You agreed as you had learned that succubus had a tendency to roam around an area that they like for their meals "Well now I see why you're so annoyed with the change in the atmosphere at your stomping grounds" You had only ever met the general a few times before and those few times were more than enough for you to deal with the annoying red demon. You gritted your teeth at the thought of the man. "If I were you I would have clocked that idiot on the side of the head." You huffed and took a drink of your tea.

Raim looked at you before a teasing smile covered her face "I see what furfur meant last night-" "Please don't tell me you slept with that asshole, he smells like cheap cologne and cigarettes." You were about to go on a rant but Raim was quick to change the topic about the general.

"No no! of course not!"

Rage slightly defused and leaned over the table. "With the general there, none of the cuties will look my way without a little help from me, it was so boring, and they were all just a bunch of meatheads that didn't know the first thing of how to treat a lady like me!"

She groaned as she laid on the table, you chuckled a little while momonoki attempted to comfort her "I suppose everyone's love life has its' ups and downs at times Raim, you shouldn't worry too much."

You nodded in agreement with momonokis' wise words. Finding love in the netherworld was hard even more so with being a human, spending everyday making sure you and your sons identity wasn't exposed.

Raim let out a sob as a few crocodile tears escaped her eyes. " I supposed so Momo-chan but seriously where are the proper men?! The ones that can be sweet and gentle one moment but press you against the wall the next when you act like a brat!!"

You could only sweatdrop at her shout while Momonoki only laughed nervously at her comment.

"Come on Raim, you can always find some other place for your meals, anyone would be lucky to have your attention." You knew even with Raim being an succubus, the effect of losing ones self confidence in something they enjoy. Raim gave you a smile at your complement.

"Oh YN, you're so sweet but there are times where I wish you could give me some of your charm, it always seem like you have strong , handsome demons after you."

.....Say wha?

Question marks floated around your head at her remark, what in the world did she meant? was what you thought when she noticed your confused look.

"Come on Y/N, you can't tell me that you haven't noticed how Balam follows you around most of the time?" You and him go on rants about the human world a lot.

"And there's Dali-sensei who I never seen go out with a demon any longer than a week yet I've seen even him making heart eyes at you!"

....

You could only stare at her as the dial up noise sounded in your head...

Momonoki suddenly looked embarrassed and she started to fiddle with her tea cup.

"uuuh W-what about kalego-sensei?"

Record full stop! "Dear devi please don't say anything Raim! I don't want to get involved with a misunderstanding love triangle!'

You prayed to everything you could that Kalego isn't involved with this madness!

But the silence from Raim as she had a still look on her face was clear. she tried to lean and look away from the teary demon.

" I'm so sorry Momo-chan... but YN sexiness is over a limit that I have never seen before...even tall dark and angry Kalego isn't immune by them."

That deserved a quick wack on the back of the head as Momonoki cried.

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 Rewatch 2023 1.09

Unity Day

I gotta catch up. I'm gonna watch this one, no editing, we post like men. And then make some lasagne, and while my food is in the oven, I will watch 1.10

My typing is a MESS. And I think i lost some of my trains of thought. Like I feared, season 7 affects all the others, because we know have a context for what the struggle all means. It's hard to forget that. sigh.

Delinquents watching Jaha go on nd on about Unity Day and telling everyone they're on the groundf. Miller: after we did all the work. Raven is a bit snotty. And Finn is saying Unity Day is a lie. The ark only came together after the thirteenth station was blown out of the sky. We know why that happened now. That's kind of cool

Monty makes Moonshine. Jasper calls it UnityJuice

On the Ark. Diana Sydney is being catty and evil to Abby about the council seat and now is annoyed because he cut his words short. Because she's blowing up the unity celebration. I always hate Diana SydneyAnd Vera Kane is being blown off by Kane a mere few minutes before she is blown up.

Okay. I apologize. That was tasteless.

Oh that's a lot of blood. Gruesome. Maybe they think it's doable because of the dark gray tone to the ark scenes. You can't see the vivd red. Now Kane gives his mom the travelers blessing. He's had a rough few days.

And it's about to get worse. Poor Kane. He really is about to have an extremely bad time.

They just figured out that Sydney did it. Diana Sydney is willing to let people die and steal the Exodus ship because she thinks it's ok to

BEST UNITY DAY EVER. Bellamy and Clarke having a celebration he tells her to have a drink. have more than one. He's happy because he's been pardoned. All that guilt and anxiety goes away.

Their little light flirting. I wouldn't call it hardcore or even implying anything. Sorry is that bellarke sacriledge? They like each other thought.

Raven is again hardcore and kinda violent. She doesn't think the grounders are human. Finn is very empathetic to them. I supposed that's not a terrible Finn trait, but he's still really disapproving of everyone around him which is annoying.

O following a trail of lillies to find Lincoln. I guess this is more the butterfly girl. Lincoln is teaching her to stalk. And to kiss.

I am not finidng their story all that romantic anymore. Despite what the music is telling me. I can't get over his age and her trauma. She doesn't need a boyfriend she needs a therapist.

Finn finds them and gives Lincoln back the knife he stabbed him with. I stabbed you we tortured you. Truce right? I mean i suppose. He's also telling Lincoln about the soldiers coming. That is not wise... knowing what we now know about grounders. They are unrepentantly violent. (this is not a natural state of 'the other' but actually a characteristic the writers designed to cause unending conflict without any hope of peace and which always annoyed the hell out of me)

Diana turns in her mechanic as the bomber. Abby and Kane don't trust her. Wise.

Drunk delinquents. Clarke playing drinking games. Oh look Fox. She dies next season. Finn comes over and ruins Clarke's fun.

Finn has set up a meeting with the grounders.Finn thinks they have a chance to live in peace with the grounders. It's not true. Like I said before they were manufactured to be enemies. you CAN'T make peace with them. Unfortunately. And That is a huge flaw in this show. You keep hoping for them to be rational and human and it ALWAYS returns to them being violent barbarians. Terrible.

Clarke tells Bellamy that Finn set up a meeting, and she's taking Finn's position, she wants to attempt peace, but she wants him to follow and be their backup. Bring guns. Fair.

Aww. Jasper comes in to help Raven with her gunpowder because he was great in chemistry.He talks about his family and asks her about hers. "Nope, just Finn." Ugh. "We all got each other now, right?" Another great story line that went away by the end.

Bellamy wants Jasper to be back up because he's steady and brave in the cave with Lincoln. Raven comes along.

Finn with Clarke always icks me out. "You're sounding more and more like Bellamy," he says to her. His rival. She leaves a trail of nuts for Bell to follow.

The whole class war storyline is a big thing in season 1. Your people and our people. And they break out and lock Kane in the cell.

Aw Sinclair. I love him. People are going to freeze to death in the sections Jaha tells him to evacuate them. They figure out Diana is taking the exodus ship. Abby is hiding and watching. Jiana calls herself Chancellor. Onlly 50% of her people are on the ship. "This exodus ship belongs to all of you, you're the future of the human race and today i'm going to lead you home." She's just like Jaha sacrificing people for her own needs.

Finn and Clarke meetup with O on the bridge. Lincoln hugs her.

Finn grabs Clarkes hand when she backs away.

OMG horses. Clarkie. aww. They are armed. "Hey we said no weapons." Big surprise.

Clarke meets Anya. Hey if she didn't bring backup, Anya would have killed Clarke and The Ark would all have died when they ran out of air and Mount Weather would have gotten out of the mountains.

Anya thinks Clarke started a war. THeir flares blew a village to the ground. She calls them invaders. She says they sent an armed raiding party to capture one of theirs and torture him.

But like. Anya. You impaled Jasper first. Oh yeah. And then you hunted the kids. Oh yeah. And Lincoln kidnapped and chained Octavia. FIRST before Bellamy captured Lincoln.

WHY DO THE GROUNDERS ALWAYS BLAME THEIR VICTIMS FOR STARTING THE WAR WHEN THEY FINALLY STAND UP AND FIGHT BACK. UGh I hate that.

Now I know how it ended, I can't hope for them to change because they never ever do.

Clake is conceding the point. Because she TAKES the blame. Girl. Do you remember what they did to Jasper?

Jaha looks emotionally compromised when he sees Abby on the exodus ship. They haven't dropped that crush on her yet. Abby opens the door from inside. "ABBY!!" Jaha cries in despair as they knock her out. But they have opened the doors and they cant' take off.

Anya is mad they're sending down warriors. Clarke can't promise they will honor the terms she sets with her because she's not in charge.

"Grounder princess looks pissed."

"Our princess has that effect." Great line

Jasper sees someone in the distance with weapons pointed at Clarke.

Is it a hallucination??

No it's not. They're falling from the trees. Bellamy stops Anya from stabbing Clarke. Lincoln steps in front of an arrow to save O.

The deinquents flee.

The dropship hasn't been uncoupled and it will kill everyone on the Ark. "You don't want to be remembered like this."

And she says "I won't be." Rude.

He doesn't take blame like Clarke, blames her for having him shot. But then Sydney tells them that there aren't enough drop ships for everyone.

The drop ship breaks off and things start exploding. Then going dark.

Back to the kids. And they all yell at each other. "You didn't have to trust the grounders. You just had to trust me." Dumb finn.

B. LLike I said. Best unity day ever. C laughs.

Oh look the exodus ship is coming. "Your mom's early."

Wait. Too fast? No parachute? Something's wrong.

KABOOM.

Clarke crumples.

[mystery-salad]

My kingdom for a Call dating sim 💕

HONESTLY the hardest one for me, Call lives in such a weird place in my head on dating cause on one hand she's had trysts and fun nights with fellow mercenaries but on the other hand she wouldn't admit her crush on the Commander to anyone and only did so to herself by taking a fucking petal from their dead corpse when they died, to remember them by as she took up the mantle of Commander! Friend and I joked that the only successful route is one where the player dies as they ask her out BUT for you I will do this 💖

There's two options here, pre- and post-commander Call. Let's run em both!

MERCENARY CALL:

A rash but intent bundle of wood, Call in her younger years did a lot of freelancing and vigilante hero work. You'd meet her in battle, either fighting alongside her and she saves you from a bad hit, or a civilian whom she's just saved you from danger. You have the option to give her a token as thanks, along with a casual or flirty line. The latter would get a sly flirt in response before she returns to her duties. You'd court her through various interactions, all fairly casual and a couple one night stands if you're bold enough, before pushing for more and promising you can handle her and this wild traveling lifestyle she leads. There would be an argument involving her self worth issues that would function almost like a mini game. If you lose the argument, that's it and you'll never be more than those one night stands to her. If you win it, well...maybe there's room in her life for something a little more steady. In the epilog you'd join her on the road, either a partner in battle or someone there to help soothe her injuries after.

COMMANDER CALL:

The thing is, she has admirers but she also very much has an appearance to uphold. She takes the former far less seriously, and the latter far more seriously. She is a lot harder to get something even casual with now, and her confidence has skyrocketed. She won't date coworkers, now that she has a set concrete guild instead of an ever-changing roster of mercenary friends and partners.

So you would have to play a character that happens upon her by chance while also having reason to keep coming round. Enough to get more familiar with her, without overstaying your welcome. She's nice about crushes, but wouldn't reciprocate and the only way you can make headway is by choosing very casually friendly conversation options. You have to majorly build up those friendship points before her potential affection meter even opens as a mechanic.

Once her affection meter does open, keep asking friendly. Casual hangouts that could be also seen as dates, little tip-offs about how much you like being around her, things you like about her...you really have to slowly reel her in until her affection meter is high enough that she will ask you out first. And she'll be nervous about it! It'll be a timed question where if you miss the window she'll laugh and brush it off and say actually no, she knows it's a no, sorry if she made it weird.

If you succeed in hitting yes during the timed question, she will very flusteredly say she wasn't actually expecting a yes but...great! She'll uh...pick you up later this week for dinner?

The date would be in a small and out of the way place, low profile to keep her personal life and you out of the public eye. But at the end of the night she would lean down to kiss you and say she'll see you for another one, if you'll have her. The epilog would show you two growing closer and you eventually becoming known as her partner.

I hope this all makes sense HOUGH Call is still an enigma to me in ways in this specific department o(-<

[raysanthology]

Éloa Mauvais

I've been working on an Obey Me! CMC recently so I want to post about her !!! Her name is Éloa Mauvais, she's my Lucifer romancer. Her name actually comes from 'Éloa, ou La sœur des anges' ('Éloa, or the Sister of the Angels'), French poet, playwright, and novelist Alfred de Vigny's epic tripartite philosophic poem of Eloa, an innocent angel who falls in love with a stranger at odds with God. It is made clear that the stranger is Lucifer. He falls in love with the girl, but his own twisted notions of love prohibit him from returning the girl's affection in a proper way. In the end, the girl is unable to help Lucifer and he drags her to hell with him.

Before she came to Devildom she was an ice skater - she's a hardworking perfectionist with gifted child syndrome who's constantly fighting burnout. Éloa is very smart, and once she comes to the Devildom there's this innate need to live up to the expectations that have now been placed upon her. Especially when it comes to Diavolo and Lucifer (as she becomes closer to Lucifer, this only gets worse.) with their high positions. She's very versatile though, a little bit of a people pleaser even, but she gets along pretty well with all of the brothers (and others) despite all of their differences. I think because Lucifer loves and cares for his brothers so much, seeing Éloa be such an understanding and kind person to them, it only makes him respect her more. I think she's genuinely just happy to make friends and hangout with everyone.

In terms of her love life, I think Éloa's similar to Jaehee (Mystic Messenger) where she's kind of like, "I don't have time for a relationship or love because I only have time/need to focus on work even if I wanted it". I also just don't think she's really been in a lot of relationships prior to coming to Devildom anyway, so it's still sort of foreign to her. Because of this, she tends to be absolutely shocked when people flirt with her in a sort of "why me of all people?" kind of way. She's constantly trying to work (whether it be jobs, schoolwork, helping Lucifer) to keep herself distracted and everyone happy and I think at some point Lucifer or one of the brothers would find ways to force her to take some time to herself. One thing about Éloa, she will almost always obey an order. It takes her SOOO long to even realize she likes Lucifer; she just doesn't think that's what she's feeling towards him. As their friendship heightens, I think she may attempt to distance herself in fear of disappointing him, seeing him as an authority figure she must please first, above their friendship and above what she may feel for him. I think she genuinely thinks that she just really admires him, and other people have to be like babe you have a CRUSH on this man. And believe me this just wrecks her world for a minute cause she has noooo idea what to do and how to act in front of him.

It's been super fun making her and thinking about Éloa and Lucifer's dynamic together - in fact they kind of remind me a lot of Lee and Mr. Grey from Secretary. I think I want to make her an ESFJ and Virgo but I'm not 100% sure yet; I am leaning towards it, though. But that's about all the information I have on her at this time, I look forward to expanding upon her character even more!

Here are some doodles I've done of her as well!

[waynes-multiverse]

I thought I start this while I still can keep up! 😁🤍

First of all, I absolutely love the premise of this. Being one of the glampers at the excursion (aka in the middle of the murderous action) and Mary's friend. So clever! 👏 (Also sad, 'cause we know that girl's not gonna make it to the end. Are there Beau consolation hugs in our future? I sure hope so!) 😏

It gave you exactly five more days to enjoy the fresh air of no responsibilities, before you returned to reality.

Ha! Poor reader, if she's not super into Agatha Christie-style murder mysteries, something tells me she won't enjoy this little vacation. (I, on the other hand, would love this – aside from the real murders and the threat of being a victim... 😆)

You pegged his accent as English, the “casual posh” kind. On a scale from Dame Maggie Smith to Dick Van Dyke’s attempt at cockney, you’d put Avery on a Benedict Cumberbatch level.

That one killed me! Omfg what glorious comparisons 🤣🤣🤣

“She’s a college professor,” Mary tacked on. “AKA: a giant nerd.”

AKA super-hot! 🔥 Ssshh Mary, you don't know what you're talking about...

“Relationships, lies, that sort of thing,” she replied.

Ah, I see her parents divorcing did not affect her at all...

A few more lines into this and Mary is sooo on my nerves. Just shut up, girl... The only points she's getting is for that chipmunk comment. Now that was hilarious! 😂

You rubbed your left hand, where you still had the tan line of the ring you used to wear.

I smell a broken heart ��💔 But unknown doucheface didn't deserve her. Once she meets the sheriff, she'll be like "Doucheface who??"

And after the hike, their son, Cormack, had tried to help you onto the nice chestnut mare the handler had brought out of the stable for you. But your entire body had locked up in fear at the prospect of being vaulted onto the horse. In fairness, she was huge. And you were both afraid of heights, and animals that could buck you off its back and trample you.

Never related so hard to a character before 😂 I'm definitely not a horse girl and the only experience I have with a horse went horrible 🐴

But you know, for Cormac, I would've tried... 🫠

Sheriff Beau Arlen may have still been relatively new in town, but he considered himself a consummate professional.

Oh, do you know, babe? 😆 Already, I love how you're writing him and his inner monologue is spot on lol

You sensed you were interrupting a tete-a-tete.

I don't know why but it gave me the mental image of two stags going at each other, which I guess isn't that far away from the truth 😂

“Well, here’s a tip for ya,” he said. He planted his feet, held his hands up into lightly clenched fists. “The trick is in the legs. Grip tight, but not too tight. He’ll think you’re rarin’ to go.” You blinked a bit wider. Was that just honest advice…or was he sort of flirting with you?

I might have blacked out and died here... Can we-... can we ride him? 👀🫠

“Were you just checking out Glamper Girl? In front of your daughter, no less,” Cassie remarked.

Hahaha Cassie calling him out 😂 But babe, don't pretend like you weren't flirting your ass off with Cormac 😝

You’d just Googled some therapeutic techniques instead of, you know, going to therapy.

That tracks lmfao

Also, interesting about her past. Her dad being a firefighter and her being engaged to one. Wonder what happened there. Did he die in a fire? 🥺

“You don’t have to do this,“ she said. "You don’t have to move out here and leave everything behind. You should just come home with me. Your parents, our friends—everyone wants to be there for you, like we have all year.”

Again, seriously wondering what happened there if she's been like this for a year. And I do understand if she wants a fresh start, but I'd feel differently if she's running away from something and that's the reason for her move 🤨

Ooof, so much to figure out! Loved this first chapter, babe! Can't wait to see where you taking this series 😍👏🫶

Take Me Home - Part 1

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: Welcome to my first ever Big Sky series! I’ve been wanting to get to this for a while now. I’m so glad I finally get to start sharing this with you! I truly hope you enjoy the ride. (Note: This is set towards the beginning of season 3.)

Song Inspo: “Fly Away” by John Denver. And remember, you can listen to the full Take Me Home Playlist ⬅️ here.

Word Count: 4,400

Tags/Warnings: A bit of angst, a bit of setup, “Glamper Girl,” and a side helping of cops enjoying baked goods…

❤️ Series Masterlist

Part 1: All of Her Days

“This really feels like cheating,” you mused.

Yet again, you surveyed the sheer size and luxury of this tent you were supposed to be “camping” in.

Between the giant king-sized bed with crème and burgundy comforters, a two-seater dining table, a dresser (with a vanity), and even a small bookshelf, it looked like the Taj Mahal of glamping.

“Can’t you just enjoy it?” your best friend replied, poking a teasing finger into your side. She smirked when you flinched and gave her some playful side-eye. “My parents are the ones footing the bill, anyway.”

“Of which, I intend to pay them back for my half,” you said. Mary just rolled her eyes and waved you off. Her parents’ money was something she’d never had a problem spending.

“Come on, they’re getting ready to go on the hike without us,” she said, tossing her little purse over her shoulder. You were a bit more practical with your backpack, filled with a bottle of water, a couple snacks, bug spray, and your sketch pad.

Mary bumped your shoulder with hers as you two walked out of the tent, and you gave her a smile. You were glad she insisted on this little week-long excursion. It gave you exactly five more days to enjoy the fresh air of no responsibilities, before you returned to reality.

“So where are you guys from?” you asked a couple of walking companions on the early-morning hike.

The woods of Helena, Montana were vast and deep, and you found them a bit intimidating. You were a city girl, through and through, but you were learning to appreciate the mountains and the steep trails flanked by dense trees. You were also grateful that you weren’t alone. 

Emily seemed to be a nice girl around sixteen, while her stepfather Avery was a lightly graying man in his 40s. You pegged his accent as English, the “casual posh” kind. On a scale from Dame Maggie Smith to Dick Van Dyke's attempt at cockney, you’d put Avery on a Benedict Cumberbatch level.

“Well, I met her mother in Houston,” Avery replied, nodding at the girl beside you. “She and Emily joined me here in Helena after we were married this past spring.”

Emily confirmed with a nod. “Yep, starting school here in a few months.”

At that, you could smile. “Me too, actually.”

Emily gave you a confused look while she fiddled with an app on her phone.

“What? You’re still in school?” she asked.

“No,” you laughed. “I’m—”

“She’s a college professor,” Mary tacked on. “AKA: a giant nerd.”

Emily tried not to smile at your expense. You just shook your head at your friend.

“Thanks,” you said wryly, despite your amusement. “We can’t all be personal trainers. One can only take so much Spandex.”

Mary rolled her eyes and prepared to fire back a retort, but your attention shifted back to Emily, who seemed to be debating whether to press a red button on her phone. You thought it looked like a voice recording app.

You followed her line of vision and saw Paige and Luke up ahead—a young “happy couple” here at Sunny Day Excursions. They were whisper-yelling at each other, sniping something about Luke’s birthday. Apparently, he had a problem with getting another year older.

Don’t we all, you thought, with no small amount of sarcasm. The guy had been a sour apple since the start of this trip, and to be honest, he was starting to get on your damn nerves.

“This is like, prime time stuff for my podcast,” Emily whispered.

You looked over at her. “Oh yeah? What’s your podcast about?”

“Relationships, lies, that sort of thing,” she replied.

You almost grimaced. Good luck finding willing subjects for that one.

Mary snickered on your other side. She leaned close to your ear so only you would hear.

“God, Paige’s voice is so effing annoying. Like a chipmunk on helium,” she said. “I feel sorry for him.”

You shot her a dry look. “He’s the one asking for it, if you ask me. But they’ve been going at it the whole time. Makes me feel sorry for both of them.”

You shook your head and kept walking on the trail. Mary sobered as she stared back at you. She was reminded of why you two were really here, and what you’d been through this past year…

What you all had been through.

You and Mary fell behind Avery and Emily on the trail, giving Mary the opportunity to touch your arm and stop you in the middle of the trail.

“Do you really plan to stay here?” she asked. “In dusty-ass Montana? With the snakes and the bears and the old hicks?”

“Well, I got the key to my apartment before we got here,” you said. And she knew that. “My aunt is letting me crash with her until the rest of my things ship over in a couple of weeks, and I start a new job in the fall. So yeah, I’m staying.”

Mary’s lips pursed. She gave you a long look, but you held your ground. You even popped your Airpods in for good measure. You were done with this conversation.

She huffed and kept walking.

You watched your friend go in annoyance. You knew she would try to talk you out of your decision at some point on this trip, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

Heaving a sigh, you looked up at the clear sky above you, filtered through the tall trees. You took a moment to collect yourself in this great big no man’s land, where you could finally let yourself slow down for a minute, and breathe.

You raised the volume in your Airpods when a particular song came through.

“All of her days have gone soft and cloudy. All of her dreams have gone dry,” crooned the soft melody. You nodded to the rhythm of the mellow notes, but all the while, you tried to blink through the sting of tears.

“All of her nights have gone sad and shady. She's getting ready to fly…”

You rubbed your left hand, where you still had the tan line of the ring you used to wear.

“It’s really okay, sweetie,” Mary tried to console you, rubbing her hand between your shoulders.

After the hike, you all had returned to camp and sat down to brunch. It was an amazing spread, with waffles and muffins and Danishes, eggs done three different ways, toast with jam, assorted sandwiches, coffee and orange juice (and sparkling wine for the adults).

But even with a huge plate of appetizing food in front of you, you were sulking a bit. You had your face covered by your hands as you rested your elbows on the table.

“One of my only goals on this trip was to ride a damn horse, and I couldn’t even do that,” you said.

Sunny Barnes and her husband Buck were the heads and hosts of this whole trip. And after the hike, their son, Cormack, had tried to help you onto the nice chestnut mare the handler had brought out of the stable for you. But your entire body had locked up in fear at the prospect of being vaulted onto the horse.

In fairness, she was huge. And you were both afraid of heights, and animals that could buck you off its back and trample you.

You hadn’t been able to speak. You just shook your head vigorously every time Cormack asked you if you were okay.

So he’d graciously patted your back and gave the mare to Emily instead.

“I’ve never been able to ride a horse either,” Avery offered in commiseration. You lowered your hands and gave him a wan smile.

Emily was carving an apple with an impressive (and somewhat scary) looking pocketknife. She shrugged.

“It’s not so hard,” she said. But, perhaps realizing how she sounded, she looked up and gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry. I mean, I’m sure you’ll get it! It’s hard in the beginning, but once you get used to it, it’s like riding a bike.”

Right. A bike with hooves, you thought, ripping a piece of bread from your egg and cheese sandwich.

Mary bumped your shoulder with a teasing smile. “You just got showed up by a high schooler. Again.”

You pursed your lips in amusement. You tossed the piece of bread. It hit her dead between the eyes. You giggled at the way she jumped with a start.

“Real mature,” she shot back.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking a giant bite of your sandwich for good measure. “I learned from you.”

Even Emily snickered, making Mary roll her eyes in amusement.

Shortly after, Avery and his stepdaughter were finished with brunch and got up to get back to their tents.

You glanced over and noticed that Emily had left her knife on the table, now closed in its sheath.

Sheriff Beau Arlen may have still been relatively new in town, but he considered himself a consummate professional.

He’d agreed to accompany Cassie, the local private investigator (and his friend), up to this mountain pass to look for a missing backpacker. Questioning Buck and Sunny Barnes and their crew was just good old-fashioned, thorough police work.

But if it also gave Beau a chance to check on his daughter up here “glamping” with her half-baked stepfather, then he couldn’t pass up on that opportunity, now could he?

After talking to Buck and Sunny, who hadn’t seen hide or hair of the backpacker, Beau let Cassie take care of questioning Cormack Barnes while Beau found his daughter outside her tent. After giving her a big hug and inspecting her “tent” (Really? he thought. Looks more like a hotel room than a tent.), he asked her how her trip was going so far.

“Good, Dad. But you really didn’t have to come all the way out here just to check up on me,” Emily said. She was amused, but no longer surprised to see him.

“No, no, no. I didn’t, okay?” Beau refuted. Though at the look on her face, he knew he wasn’t fooling her. She was a sharp kid. “All right, maybe not the only reason. We had to talk to Sunny about a missing backpacker. It’s something Cassie’s investigating.”

Emily’s amusement faded into surprise, and then concern.

“Wait, what?” she said.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. Just, you know…parents probably didn’t get the memo that ‘off-the-grid’ was part of the deal,” he said, giving her a meaningful raise of his brows. Maybe his daughter didn’t have to screen so many of his calls while she was on this trip.

“Overprotective parents, huh?” Emily dryly remarked.

“The worst,” Beau agreed, shaking his head.

But he smiled. Just seeing her made his whole week better…and it alleviated some of the hurt in his heart. Not getting to be with her on a trip like this stung. And knowing Avery was the one who got to be there for her grated on him.

Beau was already missing too much of his daughter’s life, and he still wasn’t too sure on how to deal with that.

Speak of the devil, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Avery approaching. Beau forced himself to look as close to pleasant as he could get around his ex-wife’s husband.

While Mary went back to the tent to freshen up, you grabbed Emily’s pocketknife and went to look for her so you could return it. It had a wood-carved hilt and had her initials, E. A., engraved on the side. The knife looked special, not the kind of thing you wanted to lose.

You found her outside her tent with her stepfather, and a man you didn’t know. He had broad shoulders and short brown hair that swept above his brow. When he turned to look at you, the first thing you noticed was the cut of his bearded chin, and then the green of his eyes.

You didn’t realize it, but your insides stilled, just for a moment. Then you remembered to smile.

Avery looked a bit tense, as did the newcomer. You sensed you were interrupting a tete-a-tete. 

“Uh, hi. I’m sorry,” you said, and extended the sheathed knife toward Emily. “Just wanted to get this back to you. You left it at the table.”

“Oh! Thanks,” Emily said gratefully.

“Well, hi there,” said the new guy. He was tall, you noted, wearing a beige jacket over a buttoned-down shirt, some jeans, and boots. It was a casual look, but all worked very well for him…in a rugged cowboy sense.

“This is my dad,” Emily supplied.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am,” he said, giving you a more friendly smile that you matched in kind when you shook his hand. You also gave him your name to go along with it.

“You here for a little belated vacation, Sheriff?” you added.

“No. Matter of fact, I’m here on police business,” he replied. That concerned you, but he was quick to wave a dismissive hand. “Everything’s okay here. Just checking on a missing backpacker. But it looks like we’ll have to continue our search for him elsewhere.”

You hummed at that in concern. “Well, I hope you find him.”

“I do too,” he agreed with a nod.

Then, Emily took the slight pause in the conversation as her chance to escape.

“Okay, Dad, well, we’re gonna go hike down to the lake,” she said, gesturing at Avery. “But as you can see, I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Beau’s smile became a bit tight, but he nodded in understanding. He gave her a big hug, and you could see he was reluctant to let her go. Avery stood behind them. He held tension in his shoulders. You felt a bit awkward yourself, being in the midst of what was clearly an uneasy family dynamic.

Beau released his daughter. After she took off with Avery following close behind, Beau turned to you next. You tried not to blush at the sight of his handsome face.

“Sorry, again,” you said, raising a placating hand. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

His lips twitched upward, and he shook his head. “You’re fine. Though you don’t look like a local. You from outta town?”

I could say the same thing about you, cowboy, you thought. There was a slight southern drawl in his voice that sounded like Alabama. Maybe Texas?

“You got me,” you nodded. “I’m from Chicago originally, but…I’ve actually just moved here to Helena.”

“Ahh, a city girl,” he remarked. “Small world. I just got here a few months ago myself. Houston, Texas.”

Your smile brightened. Right on the money.

“Yeah, I figured,” you couldn’t help teasing him a little. His grin kicked up in the corner.

“How’re the mountains and fresh air treating you then?” he asked. “Better than that blanket a’ smog in Chicago.”

“We do not have smog…or, well, not that much,” you laughed, “but yes, I’m actually really liking it here so far. I mean, I just got here about a week ago. I’m still learning. Though Emily actually tried to help me ride a horse today.”

“Yeah?” His brows raised. “How’d that go?”

You had to laugh. A kind of self-deprecating laugh that had you half-covering your face to stem off your blush.

“Not well,” you admitted.

Beau ducked his head with a smile. He met your eyes in amusement, but not without kindness.

“Well, here’s a tip for ya,” he said. He planted his feet, held his hands up into lightly clenched fists. “The trick is in the legs. Grip tight, but not too tight. He’ll think you’re rarin’ to go.”

You blinked a bit wider. Was that just honest advice…or was he sort of flirting with you?

It made you blush in earnest.

“Ah. Good to know,” you said with a laugh. He treated you with a tip of his imaginary hat.

“Hey,” someone called out.

Both of your heads turned to a tall black woman with long curly hair. She gave you a polite smile before she nodded up at Beau.

“You ready to go?” she asked.

“Ah, yep,” Beau nodded. He gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, gotta get back to the station.”

“Oh, of course,” you said. But you held up a finger. “Wait, just a sec.”

You hastened back over to the table of confections from brunch and offered them a chocolate chip muffin each for the road. Cassie politely declined, but Beau gladly took his.

“Although, are you trying to stereotype me or somethin’?” he teased.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but after a moment, it hit you. You’d just given a cop a baked good.  

“At least it wasn’t a donut,” you quipped, despite your embarrassment. Beau still looked bemused, but he let you off the hook.

“That’s okay. I’ve never been known to turn down free food,” he assured.

“He really doesn’t,” Cassie confirmed. You noticed how she was waiting, arms crossed.

“Well, there you go! Sorry for keeping you,” you said.

“Not at all, darlin’,” said Beau. His smile had a charming gleam. “Nice to meet you.”

You quirked a smile back. “Wow, you are from Texas.”

You didn’t think you’d ever been called darlin’ in your life.

Beau’s good humor shifted into slight embarrassment himself.

“Sorry. I’ve been told to stop doing that,” he said. When he chuckled, you did along with him. You weren’t offended by it, just surprised by the old-fashioned endearment.

“It’s okay,” you said. “Nice to meet you too, Sheriff.”

You raised a hand in goodbye, and Beau returned it, watching you go. Meanwhile, Cassie watched him with a small smirk. He stepped down from the short platform in front of Emily’s tent to meet her.

“Were you just checking out Glamper Girl? In front of your daughter, no less,” Cassie remarked.

Beau shot her a look of denial. “I did no such thing. I’m a professional. And a gentleman, mind you.”

Cassie rose a brow at him. It stirred up a bit of his defensiveness. 

“But, I’ll have you know that Em had already moved on when I had a friendly conversation with the glamper,” he said.

Cassie rolled her eyes. Right.

That afternoon, you decided to bring your sketchpad and your modest collection of paints to the lake. You sat on the bank and tried to paint, while Mary joined the others in swimming.

“That looks nice,” Emily’s voice startled you from behind.

You twisted to look at her, and she gave you an apologetic look. She was dressed to go for a swim in a one-piece bathing suit and some shorts. She seemed more of a conservative dresser than typical high school girls her age. Maybe that had something to do with a policeman being her father, or maybe that was just her personality.

“Sorry,” she said, raising her hands.

“It’s okay.” You waved it off and gestured for her to sit beside you if she wanted. She did so, admiring your work over your shoulder. You felt a little embarrassed by it, but you didn’t mind her watching you try to paint ripples of light on the water.

“Are you an artist?” she asked.

You shot her a smile. “You’re very sweet, but no. I just started this year.”

You’d just Googled some therapeutic techniques instead of, you know, going to therapy. You just knew that if you did, your aunt would probably tell your parents, who would never let you hear the end of it. Specifically, why it was a waste of time. Your father especially would have something to say.

But one of the sources you found suggested trying out some creative outlets to calm the mind and think productively, but not create more stress for yourself. You’d tried a few different things, but landed on painting. It was working for you so far, even if you didn’t think you were that good.

“How do you like Montana so far?” you asked your companion. “Your dad told me you guys just moved here too, a few months ago.”

“Yeah, when my mom got remarried, my dad moved to stay close to me,” Emily explained.

Your brows raised. Your painting hand paused with the brush near the page.

“Well, that’s a good father,” you said. You smiled at the thought of Beau Arlen. The way he hugged his daughter before, like she was his entire world, and the fact that he’d moved entire states just to stay with her, told you a great deal about the town’s new sheriff.

Emily nodded, but her lips were pressed. “He’s a bit overprotective.”

“Well, he is a cop,” You said, smiling. “I assume that’s just part of the package.”

“I get that,” she said. “It’s just…a bit much sometimes.”

You gave her a sympathetic look. “I understand. My dad can be like that too. He’s got his soft moments, but he can be a real tough nut too… He’s a retired fireman.”

“Wow, that’s cool,” Emily said. She looked impressed. “Did you ever want to be a firefighter?”

You chuckled. “No, and he never wanted me to. It just wasn’t my beat, anyway.”

In the many years before your father had risen in the ranks to firehouse chief, your mother had often worried about him when he was on shift. Being a firefighter in inner-city Chicago had brought some hard and dangerous calls.

But you had always been more bookish, and both your parents were grateful for that.

You sighed. Your paintbrush made a stroke of deep green on the page, creating darker shades in the bottom of the lake.

“I did end up dating one though. Almost married him too,” you muttered, before you could stop yourself. You forgot you were talking to an insatiably curious girl.

“Really? What happened?” she asked. You looked over at her, and she was staring at you with her full attention. You remembered then that her podcast was supposed to be about relationships, but you had no desire to be a subject.

“It didn’t work out,” you said at last, and with difficulty.

“Why?” Emily asked.

Your internal struggle kept you quiet. It gave time for Emily to really see the withdrawn, almost pained look on your face, the slight hunch of your shoulders. She deflated guiltily.

“Uh, sorry,” she said.

You offered a small smile. “It’s okay, honey.”

“I’ll uh, just let you get back to painting,” she said. You waved her goodbye after she got up and left, giving you one last look before she joined her stepfather in the lake.

You let out a deep breath. The teen was tenacious, and naturally curious. That in itself wasn’t such a bad thing. But as you watched her splash at Avery, laughing that weightless laugh that kids got to have, you realized how much you missed being that young and free in your heart.

Again, out of habit, you set down your brush and rubbed at your empty left ring finger.

Mary finally joined you back in your shared tent after a long night of socializing by the fire. You had kept to the tent, reading Much Ado About Nothing for one of your classes that would start in the fall. It wasn’t your first time reading the Shakespeare play, by any means, but you did want to brush up on it.

“You know, you’re actually supposed to be vacationing on this vacation,” Mary pointed out. She started changing into her pajamas for bed. You were already cozy in one of your old college hoodies and some shorts, not to mention snuggled under the warm blankets.

“I am,” you said defensively. “I hiked, I painted, I ate no less than one burger, a basket of fries, and three smores, and now I’m reading.”

“Yeah, for school,” she pointed out. “I may not be as smart as you, but I know homework when I see it.”

You shot her a smile. “You’re plenty smart, M.”

She snorted and slipped into bed beside you. It felt like the sleepovers you two used to have in college, years ago, when she’d come to crash in your dorm, or you in hers. She’d been a philosophy major (despite not giving two shits about Socrates), forced to attend college by her parents. You were an English major, working three part-time jobs just to get you through until graduation.

“Hey,” she said, laying a hand on your shoulder. You turned to her in question. She seemed more serious than usual.

“I’m worried about you,” she said. “And I’m not the only one.”

You sighed. Lowering your book, you leaned back against your pillows and stared up at the tent’s fairy lights.

“I know,” you replied. “But you don’t need to be.”

“Yeah you keep saying that, but you know the real reason I’m here, right?” Mary asked. Her insistent hand on your arm made you meet her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this," she said. "You don’t have to move out here and leave everything behind. You should just come home with me. Your parents, our friends—everyone wants to be there for you, like we have all year.”

Your lips pursed, and you shook your head.

“I’m not going to change my mind. So if that’s really why you’re here, and not to just spend some time with me, as my friend, then you should just go home,” you said. “I’ll leave here and go to my aunt’s house. I’m sure your parents can negotiate some kind of refund.”

Mary got angry and huffy, just like you thought she would. You weren’t playing around though. This was your life, and your decision.

If your friends and your family couldn’t be happy for you, or at least understanding, then they could at least respect you. You just weren’t sure when they’d get the hint that this was real.

You were moving to Montana, permanently.

On the drive back into town from the camping site, Beau ate his chocolate chip muffin and tried his best to listen to Cassie—to her theories on where the backpacker might’ve gone, and how best to tell the parents to keep her on this investigation.

A good part of him was still thinking about his daughter, wishing he could be there with her right now. 

And maybe, his mind occasionally wandered…thinking about the pretty shade of your eyes when you smiled at him.

AN: And there we have it, Part 1 of a new series! If you liked it, please let me know! 🥰

And a special Happy Birthday to @jackles010378! 💖 I was going to say we're both Aries (mine is next month) but forgot Pisces comes first lol. ♓

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The trees were tall and dark now. The moon was filtering through them like the sun had during other day hikes, but it was much more ominous at night.

“Shit,” you muttered. You gripped your flashlight in worry as panic started to well up in your chest.

Now you were lost.

You jumped with a start when the hoot of a bird passed by overhead.

Shiiiit. This was very bad.

You kept moving forward on what you thought was the trail. That was all you could do, keep moving forward. You made a few turns around some trees, occasionally calling out for Sunny, or Mary, or anyone to hear you.

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clumsy kisses.

description - when a supposedly wholesome moment makes the both of you very flustered. 5wirl boys (heizou, aether, xiao, kazuha, venti) + scaramouche (separate).

mentions - pure fluff, use of pet names in ventis, major flirting with kazuha, xiaos dream, scara being a tease, use of scara’s real name

note - not proofread!! if there are any mistakes or spelling errors, please let me know!

aether

as you guys were preparing for the upcoming windblume festival, amber suddenly called both of you up to try out the new gliding challenge that they planned to host.

“come on, it’ll be fun you two! we just have to adjust the safety measures to the appropriate amount and make sure they’re okay, which is why you two are here!” she exclaimed, however that didn’t sound like good news to the both of you.

“so, you’re saying you’re using us as a test to see if this thing is stable for people to use?”

“umm… something like that!” she nervously chuckled, and after seeing your dissatisfied look, she sighed.

“i promise it won’t be that bad! look, as long as one of you guys are up for it, i’ll treat all of you to a meal at good hunter for helping us out with the festival!” and all of a sudden, paimon’s eyes light up, swarming aether on how he should take the offer.

aether groaned, finally giving in to paimon’s pleads. “fine, i’ll do it, but you better keep your end of the deal.” he looks over at you and flashes you a thumbs up, hoping that you would pray for him.

in the next couple of minutes, aether is already on top of the anemo archon’s statue, testing the winds and checking which way they’re blowing. you on the other hand, with paimon and amber, are waiting at the end of the finish line to watch if aether can really get to the goal.

he finally jumps down and his windglider spreads its wings. he navigates through the course very quickly, at the same time very steadily. paimon and amber start cheering for him and you try your best to do so too.

hes almost at the finish line, you thought. however, in an instant, the wind starts getting stronger, pushing aether back and forth in the air. he manages to keep his cool, but he unexpectedly starts falling due to his lack of balance.

you run to catch him, and you caught him in your arms just in time. yet, you didn’t brace yourself for the effect, causing both of you to fall on the floor.

amber gasps and rushes over, while paimon follows. paimon then notices what kind of awkward position you both are in, so she turns away embarrassed.

my head is spinning. you turn your head upwards only to be met with your lips on aethers.

he starts blushing profusely, and your face starts getting hot as well. both of you turn away from each other trying to forget about the interaction you just had.

amber clears her throat to get rid of the tension. “ahaha… and i assume that this challenge isn’t secure enough to host…?”

both of you including paimon, look at her with a frown and dirty looks. she shivers and leaves the topic by talking to paimon instead.

and although you three got the food you were promised, aether still couldn’t get that scenario with you out of his head for the entire day.

venti

“ouch, that hurts!”

venti had started whining when the pain finally hit him when you bandaged his injuries. it didn’t even hurt that bad, venti just wanted to be a baby to catch your attention. he started kicking his feet against the roots of the windrise tree, and you breathed out.

“suck it up venti, i know your antics. besides, it’s your fault that you got into a fight with a bunch of fatui minding their business at their own camp.”

he pouted and huffed. “oh woe is me! even my own lover doesn’t want to return my affection after everything i’ve been through!” he turned away dramatically, placing the back of his hand against his forehead.

you rolled your eyes and flicked his nose, gaining an “ow!” from the bard. as you finished patching him up, he stared off into the distance, grinning and smiling to himself.

“what’s gotten you all giddy?” you smirked, deciding to humor him for a little while. he looked at you with a mischievous look on his face, it almost made you scared for a second.

“oh nothing!” he giggled, blowing wind against your ear just to mess with you. you gasped and leaned forward to tickle him, but he jumped off the grass and into the air, laughing at your attempt for revenge.

he started sticking his tongue out at you, using his anemo powers to keep himself floating. you groaned at his childish behavior, but you beamed at how much fun he was having. when you tried reaching for him, he would just go further up and down, dodging your hands.

“awww, look at how cute you look! y’know, maybe if you give me a peck on the cheek i’ll-“

he interrupts himself when his powers stop working, but when he used them again to balance himself, his eyes widen as he realized he was kissing you.

you pulled away almost immediately and put your hand on your lips to recall what just happened. he snickered, and started teasing you even more.

“haha! i didn’t know you were so eager to kiss me! not to worry, this lovely maiden is gonna get all the kisses i have to offer~!”

he peppered your face with tiny pecks and everywhere he could reach. every time you pushed him away, he would just keep coming back for more.

“whats wrong? are you telling me you dont like it when i do this?” he feigned a frown, making you sigh and cup his cheek.

“i was only joking, love. you know i would never do something as cruel as that.” you giggled and so did he. “of course i do!” he pulled you into a hug and nuzzled your head. “remember, even if you run or hide from my affection, the winds will always lead me back to you to keep on trying.”

kazuha

kazuha isn’t one to lose his cool that easily. in fact, it’s impossible to see him do it. when you were transferring cargo from the docks to the alcor, kazuha, lo and behold, was on top of the boats ledge sitting in a rather comfortable position.

you couldn’t help but look at him in awe, admiring his gorgeous looks and his calm personality. you snapped out of it when captain beidou shouted your name for help. you rushed over and proceeded to follow what she requested.

little did you know, kazuha was watching you the whole time with his peripheral vision. after all, a ronin like him is great at examining things.

when all was said and done, the alcor was ready to set out to sea. you wiped the sweat off of your face with the back of your arm, proud of getting the job done. kazuha smiled to himself at how endearing you could be. he jumped down to start a simple conversation with you.

“good evening (name). you look rather lovely today, or is it just that common for you to be so alluring all the time?”

you felt a bit flustered at first, but stifled a laugh. “how romantic of you kazuha, though i must say that being a poet does have its charms.”

he chuckled. “then, might i entice you to some of my other charming aspects?”

when he reached for your hands, the ship suddenly rocked to the side unexpectedly due to the strong waves of the ocean. you gasped, trying to grab onto kazuha as he was the only person close by to support you.

his arm wrapped tightly around your waist while the other grabbed onto a ledge close by. your arms were latched onto his shoulders, holding on until the ship was pulled back up again.

he sighed out of relief, but when he turned his head to look at you, he felt heat rushing up to his cheeks.

“o-oh, i apologize.”

when he went to move his arm away from your waist, he felt a slight tug that pulled him back. his face was mere inches from yours, and his breath hitched.

“kazuha, you’re..”

he pressed his lips against yours, sighing in delight. he held you tightly in his arms, somehow pulling you closer to him. he’s been waiting for this moment for so long.

your hands drifted to his hair, slightly ruffling it up. when you finally separated, both of you were out of breath and quite obviously flustered.

he smiled again, caressing your cheek. “your lips are sweet. i wouldn’t ever believe i’ve been missing out on such a pleasant treat..” his hand traveled to put his fingers against your lips to open your mouth a bit.

you scoffed, slapping his arm away. “oh cut it out, now you’re just teasing me.” he laughed and pecked your cheek. “m’sorry, couldn’t help it. you’re just too gorgeous for me.”

no matter how many times you try to avoid his constant flirting, there was no way you could’ve successfully evade his attractive temptations.

heizou

“so uhh.. how about we talk this out?”

heizou nervously laughed, but nothing could prevent the lump in his throat from being evident.

he gulped, and looked up at you, who was clearly pissed. his hands were tied behind his back and wrapped around a tree. he laid against it for leverage to try and bring himself up, but he was simply pushed back down by the heel of your shoe.

“tell me detective, just what were you thinking looking through my personal things for evidence, especially my diary?” you huffed out, embarrassed to even comprehend what he must’ve found out while reading it.

he scrambled out for an answer, but had no reply. to be truthful, he didn’t really mean to look through your diary, but he got curious when he found it laying on top of your office desk.

“no response? how much did you even read!?”

“i swear i didn’t look at all of it! only two pages, that’s all!” you furrowed your eyebrows when he gave you an answer, trying to determine whether it was a lie or not. heizou was good at it, so you were having a lot of trouble.

“and you’re sure you haven’t read that page, right..?” he tilted his head to the side in confusion, but quickly nodded his head. you mumbled to yourself, and finally decided to believe him.

that page was full of things you wanted to tell him. it was just a bunch of confessions really, but you know you would never have the courage to actually say them to his face.

you crouched down, staring into his eyes skeptically. then your face turned smug. “y’know, it’s actually pretty entertaining seeing you below me like this.”

he looked away out of embarrassment, suddenly surprised by how bold you were when you switched up. “hey, just shut up and untie me.”

you got up and smirked down at him. “now, don’t get so angry with me. besides, you’re talking a lot for someone who’s all tied up and completely at my mercy.”

“really? not if i do this?”

he caught you off guard and gently kicked your ankle down, causing you to trip and fall. you fell on your behind and rubbed your head. you weren’t prepared for that at all. when you were just about to get up, he got on top of you and pinned you to the ground below you.

heizou grinned. “looks like you’re in a tough situation.”

“how did you even manage to get out of the rope!?”

“lets just say i have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

you tried getting out of his grasp, but he just held you tightly. “hey, i know i lied but, i actually did read the whole thing about.. you know.”

he what?

you were filled with both anger and embarrassment at the same time, feeling your hand clutch onto his shirt collar. “heizou, you liar!”

“how much do you know!?” you brought his face close to yours, ignoring the way he blushed for a second. “i-i know that you have a crush on me! but, i wasn’t going to tease you about it! i feel the same way!”

“you.. you do?”

he quickly became flustered at his own words, and nodded slowly. “i’m.. sorry. for lying to you and for reading your personal diary.”

you felt your anger dissipate, and your stomach gradually filled up with butterflies. knowing that he returned your feelings was a dream come true.

“it’s alright. but next time just try to tell me the truth, ‘kay? that was a really bad way of me confessing..” you rubbed the back of your head when he got off of you and sat up.

he waved both of his hands to change the topic. “okay okay, i understand. say, how about we go to a restaurant, you and me?”

he offered his hand to pull you up, and you complied. “as in a date?”

“if you’d like to think it that way, then maybe.”

when you got back up on your feet, you completely forgot about the rope that you tied heizou up with, leading you to lose footing over it.

he managed to catch you before you could fall, but that quickly led him to falter his own movements. he stumbled back while you clutched onto him tightly. “woah, steady now, wouldn’t want you falling for me that easily.”

he smiled down at you, noticing how your eyes looked up at him. he wanted to compliment you and make you even more swoon for him.

“heizou.. can i.. kiss you?”

his grin grew even wider despite the heat rushing to his cheeks. he leaned in and kissed you softly.

his mouth tasted like dango milk. his hand was caressing your cheek, pulling you closer. you bit his lip, signaling that you were almost out of breath. as soon as you opened your eyes, heizou pulled away with a sigh.

“we should do that again,”

“totally.”

xiao

you started picking flowers to bring to xiao because you thought they were cute. he always tries to remind you that he has no use for mortal gifts and says they’re pointless, but despite his harsh words, you could never miss the way his eyes light up a bit when you see him alone with them.

you brought a particular one up to your face and sniffed it. it was a glaze lily. you relished in its scent, placing it delicately in your basket.

as the sun set peacefully in the background, you sat contently looking down at the field of flowers in which you picked from. you glanced at your basket, remembering that you were supposed to bring them to your beloved. until.. a flash of green appeared right in front of you.

“where have you been?”

xiao stared down at you with crossed arms, raising an eyebrow and tapping his foot impatiently.

“i didn’t realize it was already getting dark. m’sorry for worrying you, xiao.”

he scoffed and looked away. “just, call my name when you’re in trouble. and don’t try anything irrationa-“

“wait. can you stay with me a little longer?”

he stopped to look at you, and nodded. you patted the ground next to you, motioning for him to sit. he swallowed down and followed.

“look, the flowers. don’t they look pretty?”

he gazed at the field with admiration, but quickly cleared his throat. “it’s, nice. is this what you wanted to show me?”

“well, pretty much. but i want you to do something for me.”

“..what is it?”

“i want you to dance in it.”

“..???”

he gave you a confused look, and you stood there and chuckled. “ridiculous, isn’t it? but even so, i know you’ll enjoy it. that’s all i want you to do.”

he hesitated, but then held your hand. “fine. but you’re coming with me too.”

you were caught by surprise when he suddenly pulled you along. you grabbed your basket and trudged along with xiao to the center of the flower field.

he placed his hand on your hip while the other took hold of your hand. your other arm wrapped around his shoulder. he gave you a short nod to show you that he was ready, and just like that, you two started slow dancing.

the glaze lilies beneath you sang a pure melody that xiao used as a rhythm for your steps. he held you cautiously, scared that you might break because of his touch. you reassured him and he was more comfortable to guide you.

the sun was out of sight and the moon shined down perfectly. he swayed you with absolute grace, looking into your eyes hopelessly in love. it didn’t last very long when you unexpectedly stepped on his foot on accident. you fell backwards, but he caught you on instinct before you reached the grass.

what he didn’t expect was to pull you so quickly, but before he could move away, he was already kissing you.

he was stunned as he gasped into the kiss, and swiftly vanished. you stumbled over, regaining your balance as you tried to process what happened.

you just kissed xiao!

when you turned around, he reappeared with a reddened face. he looked away and put the back of his hand against his lips. you giggled at his flustered behavior, suddenly catching his attention and huffing.

“humans.. so incompetent and clumsy.”

when he saw you laughing with blush adorned on your features, he is suddenly reminded of his undying love for you.

scaramouche

you searched frantically around the area to figure out where scaramouche had run off to. he disappeared without a sound while you were talking with one of the street vendors of inazuma.

after scaramouche obtained the gnosis, he came to you one night for a hiding place. as his long term friend, you had been taking care of him and hiding him away from both the fatui and the tenryou commission. he was a well known criminal, after all.

you thought it was a good time to finally let scaramouche go with you to buy a couple of groceries. he’s been complaining about how bored he was being lodged up in such a tiny room, even though you weren’t expecting him when he showed up at your door. nonetheless, you gave in.

of course, inazuma city was quite crowded with a lot of guards around. you took extra precautions, handing scaramouche a folded yukata as well as a jingasa, with a design different from the one he usually has on. that way, nobody would tell who he actually was if he looked like a normal inazuman citizen.

but right now, you were freaking out.

where did that clown go!?

as you turned the corner of komore teahouse, you breathed out a sigh of relief as you saw him playing with a stray cat he found atop a tree. when you walked up to him, he felt your presence, but didn’t move.

“scara, don’t disappear on me like that without telling me. i thought you got taken away or something by those guards.”

“so what? it doesn’t matter if i did, i’d kill them in a heartbeat if they ever laid hands on me,” he shrugged.

you frowned at how carefree he could be. “i know you would, which is the problem.”

he huffed, looking away. he picked up the cat which started nuzzling and purring against his chest. he placed the cat back up on the tree where it was resting, and it stretched out, drifting to sleep contently.

you lightly smiled. “you know, they had some dango at the cart i was just at. want a bite?” you reached inside the bag which contained the sweet treats, handing it to him. he raised his eyebrows, but still leaned in to taste it.

you were surprised, expecting him to grab it himself instead of eating it directly from the stick that you were holding.

“mmm, what?”

he looked up at you confusingly and you blushed in embarrassment, realizing you were watching him the whole time. he smirked, finally understanding.

“don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, what were you thinking of just now?”

he inched even closer to you, making you back up every time he did. if anyone else was around right now, they would probably just think you were a couple playing around with each other.

he squished both of your cheeks with one his hands, teasing you further. if you weren’t embarrassed before, you definitely were now. you gulped down your nervousness, trying to back up more until your back hit a wall.

before you could move out of the way, he pinned both of your sides to prevent you from doing so. you dropped the dango bag on instinct and looked at him anxiously.

“scaramouche, we have to go back.. it’s already turning dark.”

he pouted, but pulled away anyway. “fine, i guess i’ve had my fun then.” he picked up the dango bag and started eating, walking away acting like nothing ever happened.

you calmed your breath, afraid that your heart would’ve jumped out of your chest. you rushed to catch up with him, suddenly overwhelmed and giddy inside.

on your way to your shared home, you and scaramouche decided to take a break from walking to sit down and relax. he laid next to you, toying with the gnosis as it glowed. you started eyeing it, fascinated with the purple glow that emitted from it.

you quickly got bored, and came up with a fun idea. “hey scara,” you mused. he gave you a hum, letting you know that he was listening.

“we should kiss.”

what!?

his face suddenly flushed, and he looked at you in shock. you looked at him innocently, not knowing what was so wrong with an intimate action.

“are you absurd?!” he hints with a scowl.

“..is that a no?”

when he asked you why, you only responded with a simple answer.

“i want you to be my first kiss. is that so wrong?”

when he looked away, you thought he was just going to say no, instead he moved in front of you. he put his hand on your cheek and the other on your side, closing his eyes and leaning in to kiss you until…

“ow!” he cursed, accidentally bumping his nose against yours. he forgot that he was still wearing the hat, which collided against the tree that you were leaning on. he rubbed his head, resulting in you attempting to keep in your laughter. he tsked, and went in for a second time to kiss you right again.

the contact between your lips lasted long, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. the lingering taste of dango was still on his tongue, and you struggled to keep up with the way he was kissing you so roughly.

you both pulled away breathlessly. he enjoyed every moment of it, especially when you tried squirming underneath him. he moved to the side and leaned against your shoulder, brushing his fingertips against your hand.

you flashed him a playful grin. “if you want to hold my hand that badly, go ahead you klutz.” he flinched, not noticing you were watching and looked the other way. “just shut up already.”

you intertwined your hand with his, slowly closing your eyes to doze off against him as everything faded out of sight.

i love you kuni.

perhaps you were half asleep and didn’t know what you were saying, but he heard you loud and clear. he felt hesitant, but he said it anyway with a whisper.

“i love you too.”