#i did not know the term oomf until now

[ourtalechara]

every time i see something stupendium related my mind goes dude…..that’s oomf……(it’s you)

All my IRL friends also immediately think of me whenever they see something related to the Stupendium

[mellowyellow236]

Since me making my own version Manhwa AU a bit more came second in the poll I made for what the people wanted to see, I’ll be going over my ideas for it now. (Technically it tied with the Royalty AU but I won’t be finishing that until after Christmas probably) But it’s currently one of those corkboards with sticky notes and red string connecting barely thought-through plot points and tropes. It’s not thought together well AT ALL, yet. This is literally bullet-point ideas plus the very fuzzy general premise plus me yapping. (Credit to @twstfanblog for the original AU, credit to @st4rz666 for the character Yu) 

Okay, so a while ago, I think a couple of months ago, I left an anonymous ask about the education of the people in the Manhwa AU since that’s normally one of the things I look for first in world-building. And I learned that Yuu and most of the TWST boys never attended a formal school setting. So then I started wondering what would happen if they did, despite the fact Night Raven is just magic high school already. They’re now in a different magic high school with what will probably end up being the equivalent of a bad K-drama in terms of plot. 

The turmoil trio as I’ll be calling them due to the fact Grammarly hates the name Yuu, I like alliteration, and I will go crazy if I have to see the letters “Yu” written in rapid succession too many times, have been friends for years since shortly after Yuu got her memories of her past life. The main difference between this AU and the original AU in that regard is they all can remember the time before they died due to “Plot stuff I won’t be sharing in the first overview but trust me here it makes sense later I swear”. In this AU, Yuu remembers from when she was 7, Yu from 12, and Yuri from 17 (So they’re all five years apart and there’s enough space that it’s a recent development for some of them) 

This story starts when Yuri and Yuu are in their last year (I don’t remember how old Yu is in this AU in comparison to the other two so I’m not entirely sure there, I will find the post going over that if it’s the last thing I do) The main thing to know is that none of them knows that the other remembers, and all of them have slightly different memories of what happened once they were in the school. Yuu doesn’t remember ever being enrolled in the school in her previous life, Yu doesn’t remember there ever being the club the three formed together but does remember the school, and Yuri remembers it all but doesn’t remember how she died. However, they all know that it happened at some point this year. They all can remember how the others died, but it’s once again different between the AUs. 

I honestly don’t know how anyone but Yuu died in this AU but once again, bad K-drama plots are my bread and butter so it’ll be something wonderfully dramatic and possibly stupid. 

This sounds serious but it sort of isn’t. The main story of this AU is the turmoil trio attempting to “save” each other from their various demises, accidentally leading to what the others saw as being a demise for them. Like a game of whack a mole with death flags except three people are playing and everyone sees a different board and they have one mallet between them. The scariest it gets is Yuu believing that going to the school saved them and then screaming internally as her friends throw themselves into the same situations that killed them last time. 

Romance is a big part of this, but more is the friendship in this case. This is partially due to the fact I will never remember every character with a canon love interest in the original Manhwa AU and at this point, I’ve given up trying, but it’s mostly because I have the consort AU to focus on romance, and the Magical Girl AU of mine is mostly focused on the idea of self-love, so this one ended up getting platonic/familial love to focus on. Also because my fics for this AU are just (platonic) love letters to my oomfs and I want to focus more on their OCs and mine than the canon characters. <3 When there will be romance, it’ll probably be the poly trio trying to get Yuu back (She has other priorities right now) and Yuri being a bit of a hopeless romantic with a crush on (in this AU) Rollo and Neige (who ain’t even looking her way) (Plus if Yu has a favored love interest I don’t know about I’ll take that into account-)

None of this will get written for at least until the new year and until I get two chapters of both of my other AUs out. I desperately need to stop thinking about more AUs and write what I already have to do… But it’s so much fun and actually writing the ideas is so annoying.

(*cough* shameless plug to my Magical Girl AU because no one’s been seeing it for some reason *cough*) 

[deng-yi-deng]

Cdrama: what I watched 2024

This year I got suuuuper picky and also pretty much stopped watching cdramas. Will this be my last wrap-up post ever? Tune in next year! Normally I keep a running draft review going that I can just post at the end of the year, but this year I forgot - which really signals my waning interest in cdramas generally - so my reviews are kinda vague.

No shade to folks who loved the big popular romance dramas but I completely gave them a pass. As a result, I had a great drama year - nothing under a 4/5 for this viewer!

Best drama this year: Heroes 天行健 (2024). Y'all slept on this one. Watch it now!! Even better than JoL2. Yes, you heard me. Shoutout to @lyxurious for reccing it to me. She has the best taste 💜

Mostly spoiler-free reviews of what I watched in the order I saw them under the cut

Follow Your Heart 颜心讥 4/5 (iQiyi)

(score includes extra credit for LYX bias)

Easy-watching, low-stakes, funny, and sweet. If I'm honest, one of the better plotted dramas that Luo Yunxi has been in. You know him as the beautiful crier, but his rom-com is not to be trifled with. Luo Yunxi is great as Jiang Xin Bai, the face-blind detective, but I was so happy to see Song Yi (Yan Nan Xing) in something where she wasn't playing a helpless girl or demure lady. It's the most enjoyable role I've seen her do apart from RuoRuo in JoL. Her comedy chops are also very solid, and she and Xixi were very cute together. The plot does falter a bit in the last 3/4 and slows down as they focus on the other couples, but then picks up and ends happily. Some great comedy characters - Jiang Xin Bai's mom is hilariously over the top - and fabulous performances by guest actors who play "Yan Nan Xing" when she shape-shifts. Also some good fight scenes! This is one I'd re-watch to de-stress.

Judge Dee's Mystery 大唐狄公案- (4)?/5 (Youku, Netflix)

Overall good, with movie-quality visuals, but I was disappointed by the last two mysteries which were simple and lacked oomf - I think the drama was split into two parts due to the new <40 rule, which would explain the fall off in momentum. As such I'm going to reserve a rating until the second half drops. Some of the individual mysteries - especially the one with Zhang Ruoyun - were fabulous. Acting was great from all the leads - don't believe anyone who tells you Ma Rong was annoying, she was not. The gender swap the writers did for that character totally worked for me. And I absolutely bought Zhou Yiwei as Di Renjie (though tbf I've only seen the Detective Dee movies).

Looking foward to s.2 (or part 2 however you want to count it)

Joy of Life 2 庆余年 4.5/5 (iQiyi)

Lots more people have reviewed or commented on this so I will be brief - I enjoyed the focus on politics and the machinations of the emperor, so this season really worked for me. I also thought Wu Xingjian did a great job as Yan Bing Yun, taking over from XZ. I loved the interactions between Fan Xian and Wang Qinian, adorable. There was one scene where the emperor and Fan Jian were talking/ploting/negotiating and the dialog and acting were so aaagh. so clever. I was kicking my feet and squealing. It is nice when a drama does not assume its audience is stupid. And of course we can't forget the 'power point' Fan Xian and Fan Si Zhe give about treasury bonds. Worst part: Uncle Wu doesn't show up until nearly the end ;_; looking forward to LOTS of Uncle Wu in s.3

Strange Tales of Tang Dynasty 2 To the West 唐朝诡事录·西行 4.5/5 (iQiyi)

Better than season 1 in production quality but particularly in terms of the mysteries themselves. Where s.1 gave us Scooby-gang like "the demon is just a guy in a mask" solutions, the mysteries here have a bit more to them, and plenty of cultural interest as they journey farther into the west, ending up in Dunhuang! Lu Lingfeng and Su Wuming still have unbeatable chemistry, but I feel like LLF got the spotlight a bit more this season. I love them both, but hope my man Wuming doesn't get the short end of the stick again. Let's please not forget who the disciple of Di Renjie and all-around genius is?

S.3 they should head back to Chang'An and maybe??? get back to the original mystery of who is the worst royal in the capital!

Heroes 天行健 5/5 (Tencent, YouTube)

Some of the best and most entertaining storytelling in a cdrama that I've watched. The setting at the very end of the Qing, with the turbulence and uncertainty works perfectly to explore the question of who really is a hero, and for whom. And the fights! There are so many!! sometimes more than one per episode!!!! The characters are well written and well-acted. This drama cements Qin Junjie as one of my favorite actors now (having previously only seen him in Fox Volant). Also one of the few guys who can rock the queue and still be handsome. We follow three groups of characters as they try to find the pieces to a puzzle that will lead them to a treasure. One group is the old guard (royalty, the establishment), one the outsiders of the jianghu, and the third are the rebels - the new China. The stories and character relationships are woven together really well, and the pacing of each episode pushes you forward to the next, always wondering what will happen. I seriously did not think they could keep each episode as interesting as the last but they did - with twists that were surprising, but logical in hindsight. Each 'hero' is trying to find their place in the world and do what they think is best for their people - by following the rules, by breaking them, and by making new rules. It's as much a competition between philosophies as it is between individual groups or individual people. This drama is intelligent, but first of all it's entertaining. It understands exactly what it is and what it's trying to do and is very self-aware. Please please pay special attention to the opening credits because they change...(also kudos to the composer who so ably channeled Enrico Morricone when necessary.)

I Am Nobody 异人之下 4.5/5 (Youku, YouTube)

Though this came out in 2023 I didn't manage to watch it until the end of the summer (2024) and I'm glad I did. Pure fun. Hilarious, great concept and characters, well done all around. It gave me major KO One flashbacks - mostly because of the style of humor and the focus on 'teenagers' - but was completely it's own thing. Great characters with sweet and sometimes heartbreaking backstories. Bao Bao you deserve all the hugs forever 😭.

Highly recommended if you enjoy fun comic book style fights, clever storytelling, and slightly sophomoric humor with lots of heart.

Dramas I dropped:

Not as many this year, since I didn't even try any of the big popular idol dramas. Eternal Brotherhood lost me around the 2/3 mark but I can't explain why! It had a great plot, and I love Yang Xuwen, but maybe I just got distracted? When the second half comes out I'll probably try it again.

Kill Me, Love Me had a spectacularly plot-packed first couple episodes and then they put on the brakes. That kind of uneven pacing, and focus on secondary characters led me to drop around ep 9. Which was sad because I like all the actors and the plot seemed good, but I lost interest.

[utilitycaster]

Sending this hoping to get it in before break/you go to bed, BUT!

The contrast between Laudna demanding power and support of Delilah, vs the 'I didn't choose this' is intriguing. I don't know about you but this is the increased Oomf to Delilah I've been waiting for, as well as potentially forcing Laudna to reckon with these feuding interests of hers. And Laudna being interested in potentially powering Delilah enough to get her out of her head too.

Sorry if these aren't organized, just curious as to what you're thinking!

I think I'll have to sit with it for a while because there's some issues that I feel fall on Marisha, some that fall on Matt, and without knowing how much Marisha did in the character development and how much she left to the DM it feels presumptive to criticize since I can't quite tell where the breakdown is. With that said, it kind of sets up a conflict? But it also kind of doesn't, and that's actually a pretty massive problem for me that underscores how this really needed to come up much sooner.

Here's the crux of it: Laudna has been a hollow one, presumably living only because she is bound to Delilah, for 30-ish years. She has not been working towards Delilah's goals in a meaningful fashion during that time, and has only incidentally provided her with strength (the gnarlrock, Bor'Dor). Delilah was effectively dormant for a time and Laudna was still fine. Delilah has also not made these goals clear to her until now, at least to our knowledge.

What are the consequences, meaningfully, if Laudna doesn't do anything to help Delilah resurrect Sylas? She's been leveling up in sorcerer, which is unrelated to Delilah; losing three warlock levels isn't fun but it's not devastating if she's still a L8 sorcerer without them. Delilah doesn't seem to need to be active to keep Laudna alive; she just can't be removed. To that point, Delilah is unlikely to simply kill Laudna for disobedience, since I don't think she has any other options, so they really are trapped in a standoff, with neither able to kill the other without killing themselves. At best Delilah can try to make Laudna kill the people she cares about, and to be clear that's a good source of conflict, but at this point the party knows that then they put Laudna down so it makes it either a suicide mission for Delilah, or a TPK, or a postponement of the inevitable.

This isn't to say it's not a potential good hook, particularly if Laudna decides she refuses to be a permanent vessel for Delilah. I think that while the points above are still pretty significant...not plot holes, but certainly plot points that demand more explanation than we've gotten, Laudna refusing to comply with Delilah would be a great step forward. I also think it has opened up some great new avenues for Imogen; her scene in the Dawnfather temple was intriguing. But this lack of stakes remains, and that's what ultimately needs to be addressed, even though this is a big step forward in terms of having some engagement with the core concepts of the character.

[taechaos]

A Parting Gift

Continuation of Blackmail from Textbook Love

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: "He told me he would leak your video if you don’t give him a handjob."

warnings: deception/manipulation, dubcon, handjob, spit, slight angst

word count: 2.4k

tag: @mwitsmejk

a/n: jungkook is a bit cruel in this 😖 a flop.

Every time you think about Jimin seeing you in your most vulnerable state, you want to cry, gag, vomit, but all you can do is look down and walk away from his direction in a hurry. Jungkook told you to avoid him, and it’s the easiest option for you right now, but you wish you could tell him it was an accident. If he doesn’t see you, he’ll forget it quicker and save you the embarrassment.

It’s been three days since the incident, and it’s Monday as you clutch your binder to your chest while walking to your afternoon lecture. The coast is clear when you scurry down the halls, the lightning dim due to the gloomy weather outside. It’s going to rain soon, but you got off easy by arriving early. The campus is not crowded yet, just as you expected before coming. Chances of seeing Jimin are supposed to be lowered in this instance, but the boy really can’t take a hint.

You hear him holler your name from a distance in the corridor, and you quicken your steps anxiously. You’re internally begging for him to leave you alone, to forget you exist, just to not approach you. The chants don’t matter when he gently holds your shoulder a few seconds later. You screw your eyes shut the moment you’re turned around, hoping he would just go away and spare the shame.

“Hey,” he exhales, out of breath from his short sprint to you. “Why were you ignoring me just now?”

“I didn’t hear you,” you lie and open your eyes. Jimin frowns.

“That’s not true,” he mumbles, “I was pretty loud and you don’t even have earphones in.”

You don’t say anything and grimace at the floor instead, avoiding his gaze for as long as you can. You’re not a good liar, and Jimin realizes that all too quickly. He continues quietly, “Is this about the… video?”

“It was an accident!” you blurt out with flushed cheeks, “J-Jungkook was going to send it to himself, but…”

She’s so dense, Jimin thinks in astonishment. “He told you that?” He knows it was on purpose; Jungkook was sending him a message beyond the media: that he stands no chance; that you belong to him. He was telling him to back off, but Jimin is more strong-willed than that.

“Yes… please forget about that video.” You avert your gaze to him pleadingly.

“I’m not judging you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he tries to comfort, “but are you sure it wasn’t intentional?”

Both of you miss Jungkook exiting the lecture hall when you respond. His brows furrow the moment he notices the interaction, but his vision is blocked by other students leaving. He shoves a few as he watches you from afar, your back facing him and Jimin’s expression angering him with its doubtful look. Why the fuck is he still talking to her? He fumes in his spot until you turn back on your path to attend your lecture. You glance at him mid-way and all of your worries vanish the moment you lock eyes. You are taken aback by his glare as he waves you off and stalks up to Jimin who is just idly standing by without moving.

He only breaks out of his trance when Jungkook grabs him by his collar. “I’m guessing you didn’t hear what she said,” he refers to the video with a subtle snarl.

“Heard it loud and clear,” Jimin retaliates obnoxiously. The halls are emptying itself out, and he grows a bit more nervous when he realizes that he’s alone.

“Are you fucking dense? Why are you still following her around like a fucking creep?” He’s greeted with silence, and another possibility dawns on him. A cheshire grin crosses his features as he scoffs, “Oh, you liked it, didn’t you?”

Jimin blinks, dumbfounded, but doesn’t respond. He’s harshly shoved and the back of his head bangs against the wall, echoing in the otherwise silent area. An oomf escapes his mouth at the force, but Jungkook isn’t apologetic.

“You jacked off to it, Jimin?” he closes in on the suffering man who only stares at him. “Answer me.”

“N-No, I wouldn’t-” He’s cut off by the stinging pain on his scalp. 

Jungkook yanks his hair back without mercy, and sings, “Stuttering, avoiding eye contact, taking too long to respond… all signs of lying, no?”

“You’re hurting me,” Jimin holds onto his wrist with both hands as he groans. Jungkook only tugs on it harder.

“I’ll let go if you answer me honestly.” 

Jimin knows that Jungkook is waiting for one specific answer; it is obvious by the sick glint in his eyes. Alas, he tries again, “I-I didn’t do that!”

A deep sigh leaves his mouth with an eye roll, and he brings his free hand to wrap his fingers around Jimin’s neck. He doesn’t put any pressure on him yet, and Jimin is helpless because of the weight pressing against his legs to prevent him from kicking. “Pity,” he mutters, “I never took you for a pervert and a liar.”

The air leaves Jimin’s lungs all too soon when Jungkook tightens his grip on his throat, crushing his windpipes without so much as an expression on his face. Jimin claws at his arm as he wheezes, and Jungkook doesn’t react in the slightest; he looks psychopathic. “Yes,” he finally croaks, “I did.”

He coughs the moment Jungkook removes his hands from him. He bends on his knees as he catches his breath, and the deadly man waits patiently. “You did what?”

“I-I… I jacked off to it,” he swallows audibly.

“Jacked off to what? Your sex life doesn’t interest me.”

“I jacked off to the video of you fingering… her.” Jimin is once again reminded of how cruel Jungkook is, and all he wants is for you to realize that before it’s too late. But he isn’t any better when he is admitting the truth of his wrongful actions.

“Christ…” he trails and shakes his head. He’s feigning disgust, but it works in making Jimin feel worse. “I bet you’d pay to watch it live.”

“Jungkook, please,” he begs hoarsely, his throat dry and scratchy from the suffocation, “stop this. You don’t even love her.”

“Jimin,” he says monotonously, “count yourself lucky that I don’t have any scissors on me, because I’d cut your tongue off right about now. Your voice gives me a headache,” he sighs, “meet me in the lounge at 4.”

You’re worried and twitching on the edge of your seat during your lecture. Conversing with Jimin was awkward, and him telling you Jungkook had lied to you was infuriating, but it shifted to anxiety when Jungkook appeared upset with you. Why do you always do things wrong?

Dwelling on your feelings is not an option when you have to focus on your professor, and you’re overwhelmed with so many things at once. Your exams; Jungkook’s assignments; Jimin’s persistence are all taking a toll on you. You don’t hesitate to escape reality when your phone vibrates in your pocket. It’s a message from Jungkook and your heart fills with relief as you open it under the desk. It reads:

come straight to the lounge after your lecture.

He’s been interacting with you outside of academical topics, and it feels like you’ve hit a milestone. It’s progress at its finest! He’s waiting for you. Time passes too slow for you, and you eagerly take notes to distract yourself; it works, and you’re out of the hall in a rush.

Students are packing up their belongings just as you stride into the lounge. Jungkook is sitting at the far back, and you almost miss his figure. He’s scrolling through his phone when you reach him and your shallow breaths make him look up. 

“Hi,” you breathe and place your sling bag on the coffee table. The room is spacious and the couches are wide and comfortable. You sit down next to him, your leg touching his spread one.

“Hey baby,” he greets with a smile. You internally scream at the rare pet name, unaware that he’s intentionally riling you up. “How was your lecture?”

“It was good! I missed you so much,” you lean into him, “I didn’t upset you earlier, did I?”

“Of course not, princess. I missed you too,” he palms your cheek before pecking the tip of your nose. “Oh, and Jimin will be joining us today.”

You don’t get to relish in Jungkook’s affection long before your eyes widen. “What? Why?”

“I spoke to him earlier today, and well…” he sighs guiltily, “He told me he would leak your video if you don’t give him a handjob. And I agreed on my terms.”

Your lips part as hatred consumes you. Jungkook knows you would do it, and he knows you’ll hold a grudge. And Jimin… well, he’ll definitely have this experience to keep him satisfied for a while.

Said man stands before the both of you timidly. You’re still in shock when you avert your gaze to him. Jungkook is unexpectedly friendly as he stands up and says, “Jimin! Take a seat.” Jimin sits in his former seat wordlessly as Jungkook plops on the loveseat across. “I don’t think we should drag this out longer than it needs to be.” He juts his chin at you, “Start.”

Jimin is perplexed when you hide your face from him as you unbuckle his belt. “Wh-What are you doing?” he asks, but doesn’t stop you.

Before you can respond, Jungkook says, “She knows.” You and Jimin have two different interpretations of his words, and he is baffled by your reaction to it. You’re going to pleasure him because of what he did? Or is this all an attempt at cutting his dick off?

Your upper body covers your actions from any outsiders, but Jimin is worried he won’t be able to stay quiet when your hand massages his crotch over his briefs. It’s a wet dream come true, really, as he involuntarily inches closer to you. Jungkook leans his cheek on his palm as he watches you in boredom. “Take it out,” he instructs you. You don’t glance at Jimin as you push down his underwear and wrap your hand around his erection. He’s not fully erect because he’s still confused, but the more you stroke him, the harder it grows. “You like it?”

Jimin is conflicted between responding and ignoring, but his noises are the only answer Jungkook needs. He is suppressing moans with gasps, shuddering in his seat because your hand feels so soft and you look so pretty and shy. When you pick up your head to gaze at him questioningly, he replies, “Y-Yes.” 

He is entranced by your doe eyes but Jungkook breaks the building tension by mocking, “You look like you want to kiss her. Calm yourself.”

There’s a brief pause before you ask, “Would it make you… cum faster?”

Jungkook leans his elbows on his knees in interest, a smirk plastered on his face at the power dynamic: both of you are playing along to his strings, two puppets under his control. It makes him curious to see how far you’re willing to go before he’s completely rid of Jimin. The only reason he’s allowing this to happen is because of how pathetic Jimin looks now, and how he’ll be utterly crushed when you never speak to him again. It’s a bittersweet parting memory.

“Um…” he hesitates, but thinks if you decided to give him a handjob, a kiss wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. “Yes?”

You inch your face closer to his, and the both of you look like middle schoolers with how slow your lips eventually meet. It’s a sloppy and amateur kiss with Jimin whining into your mouth, his tongue swiping across your lips recklessly. He’s lost in the pleasure, and it’s clear to you that he’s never done anything like this before. Your thumb grazes the tip of his stiff length, and he begins to twitch under you. You use your other hand to pump his girth, your lips awkwardly pressing against his plump ones.

“Spit in his mouth.”

You abruptly pull away to gawk at Jungkook, but he only raises a brow intimidatingly, as if daring you to defy him. “Open,” you demand Jimin. His eyes are hazy, and he has no idea what he’s doing. He’s drunk on your touch as he parts his glistening lips and slightly sticks out his tongue. You spit on it and he flicks his tongue out to collect all of it, swallowing with a deep rumble resounding from his chest. He’s enjoying this far too much.

You don’t notice him cum with a thrust in the air when you kiss him, but as it begins to coat your fingers, you look down to see his oozing leak. It’s not spurting, and you’re grateful for it when you scoot away from him. He’s panting with his head thrown back on the couch headrest. 

Jungkook breaks his silence by cooing to you, “Are you okay, baby?” You nod with a pout, head turned away from Jimin. You’re waiting for Jungkook’s cue to leave so you can speak your mind. “You can go now.”

Without skipping a beat, you seethe, “Fuck you, Jimin. Don’t talk to me ever again or else I will report you to the dean. I hate you, and I hope to never see you again.” You make your grand departure right after, and the man sputters incoherently in confusion.

“What did I do…?”

“Now, Jimin, you heard the girl,” he grins and clasps his hands, “she may take pity on you, but I won’t. One word from you to her, and you’re fucked.”

“If you’re so jealous, why would you let her do that to me?”

He merely shrugs. “Who is she waiting for after giving you a handjob?” he stands up and towers over the seated man who is fumbling with his belt. “I was being nice to you before she completely cut contact with you. You’re welcome by the way.”

As he exits the lounge, he scoffs to himself, “Jealous. What a joke.”

He has no reason to be jealous, because when he's outside, you're shuffling on your feet with your hands held behind your back with a bright smile as you turn to look at him.

"There's my girl," he affirms with a lopsided grin.

It shouldn't feel so reassuring when you reply, "Always yours." And as long as you are, you should be content with only having him in your life.

Because he's never going to catch you talking to another boy again, even if it's his former best friend.

[heyitssmiller]

Mills, may I interest you in another Hogwarts story? (but this time I put the boys in the same house :)) @lumosinlove

He’d been having a good dream - a really, really good dream - about him sitting by the Black Lake with Finn and Leo while they took stupid Polaroids of each other and shared soft kisses in between bites of their picnic. So why the fuck was he awake, when he could be unconscious right now (and dreaming about laying in the grass with the prettiest people he knew?)

Turns out James Potter is the reason, as he is currently banging on the door to their dorm and cursing like a muggle.

“You two better be up and ready, or I swear to God I will bench you.”

Logan groans, long and drawn out so James can hear just how he feels about being woken up at an ungodly hour. But instead of buggering off, James hits the door again.

“We’re leaving for the pitch as a team, so if you want breakfast I suggest you get out here now!”

“On our way!” Logan shouts back, sighing in relief when he hears James’ footsteps echoing down the stairs. He nearly relaxes back into his pillow before he feels an arm snake around his waist and hears a sleepy huff behind him. It’s then that he realizes he is not in his own bed.

Really, Logan should be used to waking up in Finn’s bed now (or sometimes Leo’s, if his dorm mates are gone). This... thing going on between the three of them has been happening since the beginning of term, and Logan still has a hard time wrapping his head around it. It’s lovely, but strange.

“I’m going to curse him.” Finn grumbles from behind him, and Logan has to take a second to remember how to inhale. Finn’s morning voice does things to him, like steal his breath away.

“You know how James is on game days.” Logan says.

Finn huffs, like he’s trying to laugh but isn’t awake enough to do so. “He’s a fucking lunatic, you mean?”

“Exactly.”

Finn raises his head off the pillow to look at the alarm clock on Logan’s side of the bed. (They have sides now. The thought makes Logan’s stomach feel all fluttery)

“For fuck’s sake, the game is at noon! What is James going to have us do for the next six hours?”

That’s another thing Logan loves about Finn in the mornings. The boy swears like a sailor when he’s tired and hasn’t had his coffee, and his bed head sticks up in the most endearing ways. It makes Logan think about what they could do for the next six hours, with Leo, alone in their dorm.

Finn lets out a shocked “oomf” as Logan yanks him by the shoulder, pulling him down to his chest. It’s clumsy, and Logan’s ribs hurt when Finn’s elbow lands on them but he doesn’t care much when their lips meet. He cares fuck all about anything else when he’s got Finn on top of him.

Logan would spend all day here, if it weren’t for his stupid teammates.

“We’re leaving for the pitch in twenty!” Sirius shouts from outside their door. Finn curses again, not even bothering to answer Sirius as he climbs out of bed and pulls Logan up with him.

“Shit, where are our jerseys?” Finn asks, searching under their clothes that are littering the floor.

“We laid them out on my bed last night.”

Finn rushes over, almost tripping over a pair of jeans and throwing Logan his jersey before pulling his own on.

Logan winces as he bends down to grab his socks, trying to be subtle about it. Finn, the absolute arsehole, does not give him the courtesy of pretending not to notice.

“You okay there, Lo?”

Logan glares at him, putting on his socks harsher than necessary. “Remind me not to give into your ‘bedroom eyes’ the night before a game.”

That earns him a laugh. “Oh, this is my fault? Who came onto who last night? I can’t remember.”

“Shut up.” Logan says without any bite.

Finn just beams back at him.

---

James is walking around to each player to talk individual strategy with them when Logan and Finn walk in. Leo is a bit embarrassed with himself at how quickly his heart rate picks up.

It’s only obvious to Leo what Finn and Logan were up to last night. Everyone else is too focused on their eggs and toast to notice Logan’s slight limp and Finn’s self satisfied smile. Or maybe Leo just pays too much attention to them. Who’s to say?

“Oi! What took you two so long? D’ya go to bed late or something?” Marlene asks from her end of the table. Leo zones in on the slight flush that appears on Finn’s neck.

Logan darts his eyes to Leo for a split second before looking back at Marlene. “Um, no,” he clears his throat, “Just couldn’t find our jerseys, that’s all.”

Leo smirks and looks down at his eggs and toast to play a picture of innocence as he stretches his leg out to brush his foot against Logan’s calf, telling him I know what you did last night. The resulting flush matches Finn’s.

“Ah, my fellow chasers! Glad you could make it.” James says, suddenly appearing behind them. “Wouldn’t want you two to miss out on the game.”

“The game that is still five hours away.” Talker mutters under his breath, looking half awake.

“Better to be prepared!” James cheers, and then goes to sit back down. At last, breakfast can continue quietly, and uneventful.

At least, uneventful until the team is walking out of the great hall, with Logan, Finn and Leo hanging back so they can walk together. That’s when McGonagall stops them just outside the doors.

“Good luck today boys. I know you'll do well.”

Leo thinks that’s the end of the conversation, as they thank her and continue down the corridor, but McGonagall calls out to them again.

“Oh, and Mr. O’Hara? Mr. Tremblay?” All three boys turn around to find a barely concealed smile on her face.

“I love the support you are showing for each other, but please remember to switch into your own quidditch jerseys before the game.” And with that, she disappears into the great hall.

Leo laughs hard at the wide eyed look on Finn’s face as he takes in their switched jerseys, displaying the other’s last name on the back.

He's going to fall for these two idiots so hard.

AAAAAH I LOVE IT!!!!

[chocolate-parfait]

Mc who speaks twitter stan language - ikevamp headcanons (Mozart, Arthur & Leonardo)

I'm a big fan of twitter stan language so I HAD to make this okay

Mozart

You accompanied him to a ball

And as always there was that little group of jealous musicians that kept on making fun of Mozart

You knew he could hear it too and he didn't really care cause he was probably accustomed to it by now

But you still didn't like it one bit

You were trying to keep your cool and not cause a scene

But when you heard

"I'm sure he's never had to lift a finger and always lived the easy life, that bastard"

You snapped

You angrily stomped towards those losers, bringing your talented man with you

"Listen up sweetie, just because you don't stan my man it doesn't mean that you have to go around and talk shit about him. Just wait until he composes ANOTHER best bop of the century and you gon get your wig snatched. Thank you for coming to my ted talk and stay pressed, cowards"

That said both Mozart and the group of men were s p e e c h l e s s

As they recovered from the confusion and realized that Mozart had probably heard everything, they quickly apologized and scrambled away

That was amazing but Mozart didn't understand 70% of what you had just said

He was slightly afraid of talking to you for the rest of the ball

As you got inside the carriage to go back home he said

"Stay pressed cowards"

You were like???? Then you realized

And you bursted out laughing

After calming yourself you explained to him what twitter stan language was and "translated" what you said for him

"What a stupid thing."

Shut up mozart ur just old

"But it's funny!!"

Despite this after that night you would often hear him say "This medley is a flop" when he was stuck with composing

Everytime you would chuckle to yourself

"No Wolfie, it's definitely going to snatch everyone's wig, trust me"

Arthur

He went to the city to run an errand

As he was out, he overheard a two people talking about a mutual friend of yours

"Didn't you hear? He cheated on his wife and left her to stay with his lover!"

He was s h o o k because he had always thought of him as a nice person and you both found him pretty funny

Once he came home he HAD to tell you

"___! You would never believe what I discovered today!"

"Ah welcome home, Arthur! Something happened?"

"Yes you would never belie-"

"C'mon spill the tea!"

Spill the what..?

"The tea? There's no tea here"

At this point he was just so eager to tell you that he brushed it off and told you the fact

"What?! Omg I'm shook?? That oomf is cancelled. Periodt."

Did you just-

"___ what does that even mean"

He was confused asf and he hated not knowing what you were talking about

So of course you told him about stan language!!

You should have never done so

You created a MONSTER

He started speaking in stan language 24/7

And he kept pestering you for other terms!!!

A case was too easy to solve for the great Arthur Conan Doyle? "Delulu."

You reprimanded him and the other idiot for trying to bully Isaac? "Dazai, we been knew!"

Becomes 400% even more annoying

Though you can't help but laugh

Leonardo

One morning you surprisingly woke up before him

Wanting to admire his sleeping face you turned to him

And.

His messy air, his perfectly sculpted face just like a statue's, his long eyelashes, his sharp jawline-

You were struck with how much beautiful and perfect he looked

"I feel so attacked right now."

He immediately snapped his eyes open

"..."

He stared at you like 👁👄👁

"W-what is it"

"What did you just say, cara mia?"

Ah this man!!!! Cant believe he heard you!!!

"You were supposed to be asleep!"

"You were feeling attacked uh?"

He says as his hands creep up to your sides

"H-hey that tickles!"

"You were feeling attacked and now you're going to be attacked"

Tickle war fight!!!!

He never loses any opportunity to tease you tbh

After 15 minutes of endless tickling and 2 near death experiences because of lack of air, he asked

"So, what kind of slang is that?"

The uomo universale asked, you responded.

"Eh, so that was it. Cara mia thinks I'm handsome~"

Him and his damned smirk!!!

You were a blushing mess by now and you could not stand any more teasing

"L-let's just get out of bed and get ready for the day, Leo"

But he refused to let you go

And maybe just maybe you stayed in bed a while longer than usual ;)

[panda-noosh]

Hello Aticus! I see ‘requests are open’ and immediately a dozen joyful thoughts run through my head! May I request something with an animagus reader or a demigod AU? Thank you for sharing your writing! :)

   the night is always better. darkness keeps you hidden; that’s all you need these days.

    it started a few years ago. you were young, just entering your second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. you’d heard all about animagus, the magic folk who can change into an animal of their choosing. back then, it was the most bizarre concept to wrap your head around; who could possibly want something like that?

   others in your class thought it was cool. they would spend lessons trying to find the spell for it, but such a spell was always kept hidden very deeply in the textbooks, and maybe rightly so.

    you didn’t need a textbook, though. having an animagus for a brother found to be a helping hand when it came to your own transformations.

    it happened one night in December. it was cold, and honestly, you probably shouldn’t have been out of the castle at that time, but you were getting restless. Filch had been keeping a close eye on you since he last caught you sneaking out of the dorms, meaning your late night trips to the Forbidden Forest have been few and far between. you couldn’t take it any more, though - you needed out. 

    so you got out.

   the Forbidden Forest was just as welcoming as it always has been. you lost yourselves in the trees that night, not even thinking about a transformation, but then it happened. it happened, and there was nothing you could do but let it happen. it wasn’t scary; you didn’t cry out for help, because you’d seen this happen to your brother on plenty of occasions. part of you always thought it would just be a matter of time until you found yourself experiencing the same thing.

    you were a fox. a bit of an anti climax, but it was cool enough.

   that night, you spent hours parading through the snow in your fox form, bouncing up and down, letting the white flakes drift over your head as your tail swooped them out from beneath you; it was the time of your life, and every night after that, you found yourself sneaking through the forest in a form unlike your own, enjoying yourself more than you would ever begin to think you could.

    and now, three years later, and you’re ashamed to say it’s Fred Weasley who catches you out.

   Fred bloody Weasley. the one person in the world who would rather tease you for this transformation than run away screaming. 

    he stands over you, an eyebrow raised. you slip back into human form, landing heavily in the grass with a comedic oomf to really top off your embarrassment. where he even came from, you are unsure, but that doesn’t even matter now because he’s stood over you with his arms folded over his chest and a tiny smile playing on his face, and you honestly just want to hit him.

   “what are you doing out of bed?” you find yourself asking.

   Fred laughs. “i could ask the same about you, y/n, but it looks like i have my answer.” he tilts his head to the side. “when were you gonna tell me you’re an animagus?”

    you scramble to your feet, brushing blades of grass from the seat of your robes. “i wasn’t, because it’s none of your business.”

   “of course not. it would still have been good to know.” he rakes his eyes along your form. for just a second, you have to remind yourself that you are indeed human, you did turn back. what he sees right now is you, just as he knows you to be. “so a fox, huh? did you choose that for yourself, or...”

   “no,” you bark. “it’s not my choice what i turn into. it just kind of happens.”

   “so this is a genetic thing?”

   you fold your arms over your chest, glaring at him. “do you have to ask so many questions?”

    “sorry, love. it’s just not everyday i come into the forest to see one of my pals morphed into a fox.”

    you scowl. “my brother’s an animagus, too.”

   Fred’s features soften. “aaaaah.”

    “it’s honestly not a big deal.”

   “are you registered?”

   you pause. shit. you never even thought of that; for years, you have been skirting around the law in any attempt to keep out of the governments eyes when it comes to your animagus abilities. it’s not like you’re a rebel, but you seriously have no respect for the people in the Ministry, and you would much rather stay as far from them as possible; it’s kind of difficult to do that when they’re keeping an eye on your every move.

   Fred must take your silence as a no, because a smile immediately lights up his face. he laughs, clapping his hands in amusement. “no way! you’re really out here running about as a fox, and the Ministry have no idea?”

    you hiss, darting forward to slap your hand against his mouth. “can you keep your voice down, bloody hell! do you want the whole castle to know?”

   Fred laughs against your palm. “i’m amazed.”

   you pull away, shaking your head. “Fred, please, just leave it alone. don’t tell anyone - not even that brother of yours.”

    Fred rolls his eyes, stuffing his hands in his robes. “i won’t tell a soul. you can trust me.”

    you glare at him. in all honesty, you and Fred have always gotten along; in fact, you find him quite attractive, quite a blast to be around, but he’s really gotten on your nerves now. he just gets around, and you don’t even know how. you have to plan days in advance before you can even think of sneaking out of Hogwarts, and he just happens to be there every time you turn a bloody corner, like it doesn’t cost him a thought.

   but this is just too far. he shouldn’t know about any of this. he shouldn’t know about you.

    you can only hope he doesn’t tell the Ministry anything.

   ---

    two days later, Snape stands at the teachers table and demands attention from everyone. you reluctantly look up from your spell book.

    he doesn’t look too happy, but that really isn’t saying much when it comes to Severus Snape. his long nose points down at the sea of students he stands before, his knobbly hands folded in front of him. as per usual, he takes a minute to just bask you all in silence before finally starting on what he actually wants to announce.

    “it has come to our attention, as a teaching board, that there have been footprints traipsing through the Forbidden Forest recently.”

     nobody gasps. nobody really cares.

   not until Snape says, “the footprints show evidence of an Animagus amongst us.”

    your heart spirals. your head snaps up entirely, mouth running dry. immediately, your hands begin to tremble, and you can’t even think straight; that doesn’t make sense. you make sure to cover your footprints as best as possible every time you leave.

   but then you remember the last time you went in. Fred had shown up, distracted you completely. you must have left your track there. you must have slipped up.

   your eyes dart to the Gryffindor table. Fred, too, has frozen, staring up at Snape with wide, brown eyes. you want to scream at him. you want to tell him to just get up and leave with you right now, because if the school finds out about your abilities, or Fred’s involvement, the two of you will be sent straight to a hearing, and neither of you can afford that. neither of you can deal with that. neither of you can-

    Fred stands up before you can warn him.

   his chair screeches throughout the hall, forcing everyone’s attention to him. people whisper, but you can only focus on his voice when he says, “you idiot; that isn’t Animagus footprints. that’s me taking Doris on a walk at night.”

    Snape blinks. “pardon, Mr Weasley?”

   Fred rolls his eyes, really getting into his role. “Doris, my pet Tibetan fox; she strolls into the Forbidden Forest some nights, and i walk with her so she doesn’t get lost. i thought i’d covered my tracks the other night, but i guess not.” he scoffs, shaking his head. “honestly, Snape, an Animagus. you know full well those are all kept on a leash by the Ministry. imagine one getting through the school without being noticed.”

    Snape’s nostrils flare as a chorus of laughter erupts from the students; even a few teachers join in, the mere idea of an Animagus slipping through their fingers clearly unbelievable. your cheeks heat up, and you duck your head down, heart still hammering in your chest from such a close call. you could scream at Fred, of course, for getting himself into so much trouble, because now he’s just exposed himself for walking around the Forbidden Forest after hours, but god, you could kiss him, too, because he’s basically just saved your life.

    Snape, of course, chastises the Weasley boy in front of everyone, whinging about how rules are rules and Fred will now be doing a detention with him every night until the end of term. Fred takes it all like a champ, nodding along to each punishment before lowering himself into his seat and sending you a sly wink.

    your heart starts thundering for a completely different reason.

   you catch up to him once dinner is finished. he’s waiting on you, leaned against the railing of the staircase with a smirk on his face, his head tilted down just a little bit. you don’t even hold back, instead choosing to jump directly into his arms.

    he laughs, bunding you up as he says, “you have to be more careful next time, Fantastic Fox!”

    you kiss his cheeks over and over. “you. crazy. man.” you pull away, holding him at arms length. “do you know how much trouble you could have gotten into in there?”

    “i did get in a lot of trouble,” he laughs. “but it’s okay. better a few detentions than you getting thrown in Azkaban.”

   you shake your head dumbly. “Fred, you really didn’t have to do that...”

   he shrugs. “i know, but i don’t really have to do anything.”

    and before he can say another dumb comment, you throw yourself forward and kiss him, because you want to, because nobody has ever done anything like that for you before, and honestly, Fred is just a really attractive man who is really nice, even though he tries hiding it from everyone.

   when you pull away, his eyes are wide, glazed over with a dopey smile to really add to the ensemble. you roll your eyes, swiping your finger along his bottom lip. 

   “close your mouth, Weasley, or you’ll catch flies.”

   “can you turn into flies, too?”

[cozywritings]

Stitches ch7: You Are In Love

Mid term week. It was only a week away, and you found yourself in another study room in the dorm building. They had a tv, speakers, plugs, and few bean bag chairs in case it was a group study. You’d usually study in your room, but it was so comfortable, and the thought of Shawn being just a few steps away was a distraction, you knew you wouldn’t get much studying done.

So here you sat, or better yet, lay, on the floor of the study room with your face buried in your intro to business notebook. “Why won’t my brain work!” You groaned, rubbing your temples and throwing a pencil across the room.

It’s been 4 hours in this room and you’re thinking maybe the lack of sunlight is making you crazy, but you needed to get one study guide finished. That was your goal. One a day, then study them over the weekend and until it was time to take the exams. You don’t know how you’ll survive finals week, but hopefully this was a good practice.

“Okay…” you started, “I have 2 pages left. If I can finish in the next two hours, I can still have time to- Someone’s in here!” You shouted as someone turned the light off. Not able to see you on the floor.

“Oh fuck, my bad.” It was Shawn. You smiled, sitting up to see your boyfriend, his curls a mess and his torso covered in a black hoodie. “Oh! Hey honey, I’m sorry I didn’t see you. Why were you on the floor?” As he spoke, he walked into the room, plopping down on the chair. You looked up at him, “Well I was sitting for the first hour, but it made my back hurt so I moved to the floor to stretch it out and try to get more comfortable. But that was 3 hours ago and now I’m still trying to study.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile, reaching over and pulling the notebook from under your chin. “Shawn!! I wanna finish this study guide.” You whined, reaching for the book and falling short. 

“Nope. You’re gonna take a break. I was headed to my room to play video games with some guys from my advanced biology class. You can come watch.”

You scrunched your nose at the idea. “I’m not gonna watch you play video games. That’s worse than studying!” He sighed, standing up and pulling you with him. 

“Then at least come study in my room? My bed is a lot comfier than the disgusting blue carpet in here.” He was right, and you did get a lot done. 

Maybe it could help to relax a little, and he was right. Plus, the heating blanket always helped you relax your tense shoulders. “Alright, you make a strong argument. But I am going to study. Will there be snacks?”

He smiled, nodding as he helped you shove everything into your backpack. “I just restocked the drawer. Come on smarty pants.”

Now cozy in Shawn’s bed, in a stolen Henley and your fuzzy socks, you were back to work while Shawn waited for the guys to show up. “Why are you so stressed about midterms? You know that they never make them as hard as finals.” He asked, sitting next to you and rubbing circles into your back.

“Because if I want to get this internship at Calvin Klein I have to be at the top of my class.” You sighed, thumbing through the flaschards in your hand to find the empty ones you still needed to fill out.

His eyebrows raised at the mention of such a high end company. “You’re up for an internship with Calvin Klein?! Why didn’t you tell me??” His voice getting slightly higher in excitement.

An embarassed smile made it’s way to your face, you didn;t want to say anything in fear of jinxing it. “Because it’s not official yet and, I don’t know, I know we’ve been dating for 3 months now but I didn’t think you’d care??” 

Shawn’s eyes widened and he grabbed your hands, “Are you kidding?! That’s huge babe! We should celebrate!” You laughed, kissing his cheek. 

“Shawn I’m up for the internship, I don’t have it just yet.” But he shook his head. 

Suddently his eye lit up the way they did when he has an idea, “I say we go out after mid terms to celebrate. Pass on some good luck vibes.” Before you could protest, three boys barged into the room, clearly not expecting you to be there. 

They all covered their eyes in fear that you two were in bed fucking. “Oh shit, did we come too early or something?” One of them asked, checking his phone. 

You laughed, watching as they finally looked at you, “No, that’s my fault. I was just studying downstairs and was dragged up here to do it instead. Someone, wouldn’t take no for an answer.” You answered.

They all gave a shrug and took place in the chairs and on the floor and the bean bag, Shawn perching on the end of the bed after stealing a few kisses. “You sure you want your girlfriend to watch you get your ass kicked, huh Mendes?” Blayton asked, opening a bottle of Pepsi. “Don’t get so cocky Evans, you’ve yet to win.” there was a few choice words thrown around while everyone got ready to play and you just sat back and watched.

About an hour later you had finished the study guide, letting out a small yelp of victory. Looking up at the tv, you were so lost as to what was going on. “Okay, I have no knowledge of this, but I’m pretty sure you’re losing babe.” The boys erupted into laughter. Both out of your statement and the fact that that’s the first time you’ve spoken since they got there and that was the first thing you said.

“Thanks honey. I’m really feeling the love and support.” He laughed, hunching over on the edge of the bed. You didn’t say anything, just put your stuff on the desk and sat right behind Shawn, pulling his shirt up slightly and trailing kisses down his spine, scratching gently the way he liked. “B-babe what are you doing?” He asked softly, turning to look at you. 

Giving him and innocent smile you just said, “You looked stressed. Just wanted you to relax.” You simply stated, pressing a kiss to his right shoulder blade and sucking softly. 

“You’re gonna distract meeee.” He drug out the last word as a plea, so you stopped and pulled his shirt down.

Instead, you leaned back a little and ran your fingers along his back, your nails scratching gently through his shirt and he let out a soft hum, relaxing back against you. Subconsciously you began tracing patterns along his back, phrases from the study guide, the profanities the boys were yelling, little hearts and flowers. But one phrase you wrote, you didn’t even realise it until after you’d finished it, “I love you”.

He turned to look at you, a shocked, yet quite love filled expression on his face. “Did you just?” You bit your lip, looking at his back. “Okay guys. Get the fuck out. I need a minute.” They all groaned before deciding they’d all go get some pizzas and come back in half an hour.

As soon as they left, Shawn turned around and stared at you. “Babe, do you know what you just did?” You nodded, smiling up at him. 

“I meant it. I really did.” A few tears coming to your eyes as you admitted it. “Can- can you say it for me?” You asked.

“I love you too. I really do.” His smile melting you into a puddle right there in the sheets. 

“I love you.” You whispered, reaching forward and pulling him into a kiss. He was quick to place his hands on your waist and move closer to you, and you fell back against the pillows again. Shawn mumbling soft “I love you”s against your skin as the two of you kissed along each other’s necks.

After a while he got carried away, reaching for the hem of your tank top. “Shawn. Shawn no. Not yet.” 

He pulled away quickly. “Oh, god I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment and-“ but he was cut off by you shaking your head. 

“It’s just that this is important. I’m ready to try, I really am. Just not when I know your friends will be back any minute.” It finally registered in his brain what you said and you watched him look at his phone. Debating on calling the guys and telling them not to come back or just laying with you until they came back.

He chose the latter, nuzzling onto your neck and mumbling out another “I love you” then pressing a kiss to your neck. “I love you too.”

Friday night. You put away your last study guide half an hour ago and were now getting ready to go hang out with Shawn. Yeah it was just a movie night, but you finally felt ready to take things further.

So, in your favorite black lace thong and matching bra under your silk Victoria Secret pj’s, you made your way to Shawn’s. But when you opened the door, he was hunched over his desk, head buried in a textbook. His shoulders and back tense, his curls a mess, and earbuds in his ears. Which is why he hasn’t turned to look at you, he couldn’t hear you walk in.

You shut the door quietly and walked up behind him, running your hands up his back. He jumped at first until he realised it was you, turning his head to see you burying your face in his neck to leave a few kisses. “Hey honey. You look absolutely adorable.” he hummed as you sucked on his neck. 

“Babe it’s movie night come on.” you whined, trying to pull himout of the chair so he would crawl into bed with you.He just sighed, scribbling more in his notebook. “Shawn. You’ve been studying for days now. You’re tense and stressed. Come relax babe.” 

He kept working, “Just a few more minutes okay? I’m almost done. Promise.” You nodded against his neck, placing a final kiss there before settling into the bed and watching him work. The way his back tensed and his arms flexed at he wrote. It was so sexy, and he was just writing.

“Stop biting your nails honey.” You warned softly, watching him put his thumb in his mouth and then pull it away quickly at your statement. You pulled your phone out and snapped a few photos, saving one as your wallpaper after adding a few hearts to it. 

He turned to look at you apologetically, but you just smiled at him, blowing a kiss. “I promise I’ll be done soon and we can watch whatever you want.” He smiled at you, but his body was tired, his eyes dull. This week had taken a toll on him.

It was an hour later when he finally shut his notebook, letting out a loud sigh. “Oh my poor baby. Come here.” You cooed, opening your arms and parting your legs. He let out a soft “oomf” when he collapsed on top of you, wrapping around you instantly and nuzzling into your neck.

“Mmmm you’re warm.” He mumbled into your tummy. Finally glad to have your boy with you, you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his head and the back of his neck since he mentioned a headache a few minutes ago. 

He just laid there for a little bit, decompressing and taking in the feeling of your nails gently scratching at his scalp. “Wanna pick a movie and I’ll rub your shoulders?” You asked, watching him relax. 

“Oh my god, yes please?” You giggled, scrolling through the movie options as Shawn pulled off his shirt laid out on his stomach facing the tv. Straddling his lower back, you started rubbing his shoulders occasionally leaving soft kisses along his skin. 

He hummed out softly, the stress of exams slowly leaving his body at your touch. “Don’t fall asleep on me. Someone’s gotta hold me while I make you watch a scary movie.” You warned, noticing his even breathing. 

You felt him laugh as he shook his head. “Not gonna fall asleep on ya, still gotta do your pressure point babe.” He’d been doing that at the end of every week for you. Your terrible sitting posture causing your back to constantly ache, but Shawn always helped you out. “Okay. Your turn.” He smiled, rolling over and making you fall off, thumping against the pillows. You unbuttoned your silk sleep shirt, revealing half of the lingerie you’d picked out. And Shawn noticed.

“Um- uh...that looks. Really good.” He stuttered, eyes glued to your chest and cheeks a bright pink. 

You decided to play innocent. “Thanks. Actually I was thinking you’d like to see the other half?” He nodded, eyes darting to the tie on your bottoms. “You can take them off Shawn. It’s okay.” He was quick to pull off your shorts, practically choking when he saw you laid out on his bed in the little black set.

His eyes scanned over the swell of your ass before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Gonna help you relax. Okay?” He whispered before pressing his thumbs into your neck and releasing everything. Like usual, you let out a soft moan, closing your eyes when he rubbed out the knot in your shoulder.

However, this time, instead of kissing along your shoulder, his lips trailed down your spine. “What are you doing down there?” You asked when he got to the dip in your lower back. 

He instantly stopped “Is this okay?? I just thought we could try something.” Noticing where his mouth was going, you nodded. Silently asking him to continue.

When his lips moved to your ass, your heartbeat picked up. You weren’t scared though,  you were excited. It’s when they came in contact with your clothed core that you finally made a noise. It was a low whine that caused him to pull away. “Do you want me to stop? Was that too much?”

“No! God no. Please Shawn. Do something?” With your confirmation, he wasted no time in flipping you onto your back. His fingers curling around the lace and slowly pulling them down your legs, leaving small kisses against your thigh, you were moaning softly. Your back arching off the sheets pushed you closer to him, and he looked up at you for one last “Okay”. But the way your eyes were closed in anticipation and your fingers were moving towards his curls, he didn’t need to ask.

You let out a broken moan when his hot mouth came in contact with your core. His tongue flat against you until his lips closed around your clit. “Oh!” You hissed, fingers gripping his curls for some way of grounding yourself. His arms came up, wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place as he sucked gently. You wanted to watch him, the way he moaned against you sending shocks up your spine. But you just couldn’t.

Every time to tried to open your eyes, he did something that made you close them in pleasure. The way he was lapping at you, you were positive he was enjoying it more than you were. And when you were able to look at him, he eyes were closed, his tongue buried inside you hitting spots you didn’t even know were there. He was moaning into you as his nose bumped your clit, bringing you closer to the edge. That’s when you noticed it, he was rutting into the mattress. Fuck he was hot, and you were about to cum. You were right there. But you needed something a little more.

“Sh-Shawn.” You whined, fingers pulling at the hand around your thigh. He pulled back, chin wet from you and eyes wild. “Need you. Your fingers.” 

He nodded, watching as you sat up and sucked on two of them before laying back down. “Fuck I love you.” He groaned, watching you carefully as he slid them into you, curling them perfectly before moving his mouth back to your clit.

It only took a few more pumps before you were arching off the sheets, pulling on his curls and biting your lip to hold back a scream. He leaned back and watched you, smiling internally at how blissed out and relaxed you looked.

You instantly pulled him up, kissing him hard and moaning at yourself on his tongue. “Want you to come too. I’m okay if you wanna-“ he just shook his head. “I’m too close. Can I just-?” He asked, reaching for your hand. You nodded, letting him guide your hand along his length, smiling when he moaned into your mouth. His arms moved to steady himself above you as you pumped him at the pace he’d set, sucking at his neck.

“F- fuck babe I’m gonna cum.” His head dropping to your neck 

“S’okay baby. We can clean it up.” With your okay, he whimpered into your neck, hot ribbons of cum coating your stomach as he whined against your skin. 

“Oh my god I love you.” He breathed, chest heaving against yours, 

“I love you too.” 

He smiled into your neck “Let me get you cleaned up, okay? I wanna just hold you. Maybe we can watch a movie?”

You laid there, basking in the pure exhaustion you felt as you watched Shawn get a towel from the bathroom and wet it before coming back over to you and cleaning you off. “Hey, you doing okay?” He asked, noticing your silence. 

“Mhm. I’m okay, just tired. That was a lot for me.” He nodded, tossing the towel in the hamper. You watched as he put on a pair of boxers and then tossed you a shirt.

“I know this sounds odd, but I’m really proud of you. I know that was huge for us. And for you. And I promise when it’s time, I’ll be as gentle as possible. You have full control. But also, I’d like to do it somewhere other than this dorm where we’ve gotta be quiet.” He smiled, pulling you into him as he picked another movie to actually watch.

“I trust you Shawn. I love you.” You mumbled, the previous events exhausting your body. 

He tilted your chin up, stealing a soft kiss, his hand resting on the back of your neck. 

“I love you too. Now get some rest. We are gonna have a nice relaxing day tomorrow out by the pool before I take you to dinner.” 

You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Dinner for what?” His face turned a bright red when he realised he forgot to tell you.

“Oh yeah, it’s the medical department’s dinner tomorrow night. Like the one you had earlier this semester. I forgot to tell you. Fuck. If you can’t make it, it’s totally okay.” He was ramlbing, playinf with his fingers like he alwys does when he’s nervous about something.

You just pressed your lips to his jaw. “I’d love to go. Gives me an excuse to drag Emily shopping with me.” You said against his skin, closing your eyes.

He relaxed back into the sheets, pulling you on top of him and burying your face in his neck. “I’m so glad I’ve met you.” His voice muffled. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I cannot possibly thank you for everything.” You meant to ask him what you’ve done, but instead, you let sleep take over. As you laid there in the strong arms of your loving boyfriend, there was a smile on your face and love in your heart.

[lunanoirre]

Episodes 11, 12, and 13

Ok, it has been a hot minute!!!

Merry late Christmas and Happy Holidays to all, and since the 19th of this month has passed, I am now 19!!!!

I am still the same ol’ dumbass reviewing Supernatural in 2020 though, so let’s get this show on the road!

Episode 11, the episode which I forgot that I watched. Not to say that it wasn’t a good episode!!! It was, and it scared the shit outta me.

The scarecrow design looks eerily like the one in the OG prints of Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark, and that—.... Horrifies me. So that was awesome!

But, unfortunately, this episode finally shows the boys getting into contact with their father again, and I really did not like it!

I mean, calling up your KIDS at complete random, when they’re worried sick about you, beebopping around America looking for YOU, and just???? Barking more orders at them??? Forcing them back into a job??? I mean, no wonder Sam got sick of this shit, and left for Cali to try and find John himself.

And poor, poor Dean... I really hate watching him bend over backwards to please their dad, and this is the worst example so far.

At least this episode showed how much these brothers need each other to continue this job successfully, which is wholesome yet sad. Siblings shouldn’t be forced to become codependent for survival.

Oh. And what the fuck was with the hitchhiker lady Sam met???????

Of course that hasn’t been answered yet, smfh.

Episode 12 didn’t... really have much in terms of character development???

OH WAIT NO!

This episode shows just how much Dean doesn’t value his own life! Mmm, Christmas fun!

But seriously, an episode about a Grim Reaper that looks like one of the Silence from Doctor Who, was interesting. Well... Interesting until Dean started insinuating that his life wasn’t worth as much as the girl with the brain tumor.

I’m just...

GOD!!!!

Spn, please stop milking me of my empathy for Dean???

Though, this would have been more impactful if his disability lasted more than 3 minutes.

I understand that Sam desperately wanted to get him better, since a prognosis of a week to a few months was visibly tearing poor Sammy to shreds inside...

But...

Rectifying the illness within 3 seconds of introducing it... killed the oomf this event would have held if left to marinate.

Yes, yes, I know, Season 1 still has the monster of the week type vibes and all and it doesn’t yet feel comfortable enough to dive into these inner issues... But it’s just???? Y’know, an odd choice at minimum.

Though it punched me in the gut to hear Dean speak so lowly about himself in regards to the fact that he... admits that he doesn’t feel like he’s worthy of living?

And that hit hard, as someone who has struggled with those sorts of thoughts. The worst part is that nothing really rose to challenge his opinion on that. Not even Sam decided to combat the way he was speaking.

And the fact that he didn’t even fight the Reaper, knowing that he was risking death??? Entirely because he felt like it would save someone who was worth more than him???

GOD.... I am GOING to cry.

And episode 13 was even sadder!!!

Exploring Dean’s first love seemed like it would have been fun... Until he started expressing the fact that he regrets opening up to Cassie. Because Cassie immediately interpreted his truth as an elaborate lie to break things off with her.

😐

Now, I’m not saying Cassie is abusive. She is not (I honestly love her SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!), and her reaction to hearing that he was a professional ghoul hunter was completely rational.

But!

Hearing that this event caused Dean to shut himself off even further... Hurts me???? Because I know how that feels.

I know how it feels to feel the need to hide integral parts of yourself because they’re abnormal, and you know most people wouldn’t react well to it. I know that pain.

So it kinda felt like a slap in the face to see that Dean’s hurt was kinda... pushed aside in favor of make-up sex??? I mean... being on the asexual spectrum myself, I cannot imagine doing something like that anyway, even if the partner was a beloved ex... But with my bias aside, it still felt wrong.

Neither of them are in the wrong per se... Although, the fact that Cassie seemed kinda aggressive when apologizing to Dean about the hurt he was hiding also rubbed me the wrong way. She knows that he hides his inner feelings, so spitting on them like that was the obvious wrong step, but since they’re straight, make-up sex makes everything better right?? 🤪🤪🤪

The answer is no, no it doesn’t. I liked the shirtless Dean fanservice though.

GOD he’s attractive....

But, aside from that, I was glad to see Dean enjoy himself a bit, and be a little vulnerable.

For god’s sake, it’s such a big deal that he told Cassie anything!!!!! It’s just such a shame that she took his confession the wrong way... That, and she point blank told him that she couldn’t see things working out in the end.

Annnnndddddddd I’m sure Cassie won’t reappear anytime soon, if at all... which is sad.

I really do like her!!!

Now, onto episodes 20 and beyond!

Man, a couple more episodes and I’m into season 2...

EDIT:

oh. My GODD HOW DID I FORGET TO MENTION THE FUCKING RACIST TRUCK??????

I DID NOT EXPECT THE RACIST TRUCK TO APPEAR SO SOON?????

[girlobsessed21]

The 100 6x06 analysis: A night-without-blood, only tears

Loved this episode. We got a glimpse of the old Bellamy, albeit small, but he was there. The pacing was better. We finally got to meet Sheidheda. And, I called it in my predictions post last week, Clarke Griffin’s coming back. 

Is it weird to watch this show knowing Bob and Eliza are married? Not for me, I separate the characters from the actors easily. Just once again, I’m thrilled they found their happily ever after. Please check out the wedding gift donation.

Madi crossing to the dark side

Obviously, this is the worse to come out of the whole body-snatching ordeal. Josephine couldn’t care less about her new daughter. Although Gaia is Madi’s teacher, she’s still her subordinate. Without any guidance, sweet little Heda falls straight into the exploiting claws of her evil predecessor. 

I didn’t think this would rise so soon, but I fear we might have a new Bloodreina on our hands. The Sanctumites killed Madi’s mother, she will retaliate with full force and who could blame her. If you took mine for self-serving reasons, I’ll want vengeance too. 

Somehow, I still think those machines strapped to her head is Josephine’s handiwork, wanting something from the flame. Or maybe it’s a way to pull Madi back from the dark hole she’s fallen into. 

Either way, it looks like she’s becoming a villainous character who wants revenge and I hope she succeeds. Russel may have goodness inside, yet he still murdered an innocent person to bring his daughter back. Ryker, on the other hand, is a quizzical one.

The 100 episode 6 - Return of the cockroach

We all knew he would take that deal but, as expected, terms and conditions apply. Clarke’s dead, there’s nothing they can do about it. Teaming up with Josie means they get the Sanctumites’ help with survival and he earns eternal life. 

It makes sense for him, Clarke wasn’t his favorite person and what’s done is done. Obviously, he knows convincing Bellamy will be a lot harder.

That was all of our reactions. And then he goes and spoils it all by saying some stupid like it’s what Monty would have wanted. Oomf the trump card. No violence, no eye-for-an-eye, just look forward and do better. Oh, and it’s what Clarke would have wanted too.

In some twisted way, he’s right. His way saves everyone else including Bellamy and the planet or moon or whatever. Both Murphy and Josephine’s manipulation this episode is vulgar yet brilliant. Richard and Eliza, you killed it.

Meanwhile, in the woods, the badass trio is being summoned

May I just highlight this line: “Forty vestil virgins and a side dish of none of your damn business.” Man, I love Diyoza too bits. And Xavier. And Octavia. And I hope Marie gets that Emmy nomination because she deserves the hell out of it.

So, Diyoza learns about Gabriel’s rebellion but refuses to join in order to save her daughter’s life. She’s not your conventional mother hen but the way she looks out for Octavia and her child is a clear depiction of her ability to care. 

How did Xavier know Diyoza is expecting a girl???

There are tons of rumors that Xavier is Gabriel. I don’t think he is. Or rather, I hope he’s not. I want Gabriel to be an anomaly as much as he “lives” in one. Perhaps he can only exist inside it because of his age? But he’s calling them for a reason and I bet that reason is “death to primes” and Clarke’s resurrection.

I’m still sticking to my time travel theory of Diyoza meeting Hope and Octavia facing off with Bloodreina. I’d love to see what Xavier’s battles might be. Also, I’m pretty sure these three’s journey is the conclusion to all of their problems and the Blakes’ reconciliation. The villains of earth become the heroes of Sanctum was foreshadowing, I'm certain.

Abby, wtf is wrong with you?

How on earth does she not see through the inconsistencies in her daughter’s behavior? Echo figures it out before she does for heaven's sake. And after everything they’ve done in the past, she decides it’s alright to resurrect the man she loves at the cost of someone else.

Will she resort back to drugs after this too? Clearly, she can’t deal with the thing’s she’s done. Turning Jake in. Becca’s lab. The dark year. And now she’s doing it again. All because her daughter tends to think it’s okay and doesn’t want to lose her. Open your damn eyes, Clarke would never ask you to do something that selfish.

Raven and Ryker

Can someone please shut Raven up. Her self-righteous attitude this season is sickening. She did bad things too. Asking Clarke to kill Lexa. Sacrificing Murphy so Finn could live. Refusing to give Abby medicine for radiation poisoning. Has she forgotten? But worst of all, she left the hard decisions up to Bellamy and Clarke and now she’s mad because they made them.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the piece of her mind she gave Ryker. But the condescending way in which it’s done is annoying. He clearly needs to hear it and she touched where it hurts. Is it wrong to like him and hope he survives? Out of all the primes, it seems like he and Gabriel are the only ones with a conscience. Russel’s is debatable.

They are not gods. What makes them so special? Knowledge? Intellect? Wisdom? And creating a realm of worship so people would sacrifice themselves for you is revolting and everything but divine or remarkable.

Yes, Echo gets a narrative!

The woman is smart, dangerous and loyal. So far, she’s been nothing but Bellamy’s girlfriend and subject, so I’m glad she finally got a storyline of her own. I’m sure the mercy kill of the guard was used purely to show her compassion, which her boyfriend questioned a few episodes ago. Many people still do not like her. 

Being an amazing spy, she extorts Jade for information and figures out that Clarke’s gone. Her natural inclination is to attack which Bellamy, to my surprise, shoots down. That look in her eye suggests she’s not done though. She’ll probably save Jade’s life in exchange for being a double agent. Which could be a great asset to our heroes.

Tasya Teles said that her favorite dynamic of the show is yet to come and that Echo is bisexual. I can see the two of them partnering up and that’s a team I both route for and ship. They’re equals, they have similar backgrounds, they’re caring in a complex way. Why not be those things for each other?

In the end, it all boils down to Bellamy and Clarke

Bellamy’s tears, tears, and more tears this episode was heartbreaking. Don’t hate me, it wasn’t as convincing as, “We can’t lose Clarke, we can’t lose her!” or “I left her to die and we all die anyway!” though. Why is his mourning stressed this way? Maybe because he lost someone he loves like Russel suggested.

Acting out of anger, he tried to choke Russel for killing her and I imagine the following stopped him: “You have such a big heart Bellamy... but to make sure we survive, you have to use this too.” Especially because he later states that we survive, it’s what Clarke would have wanted.

Tears welled in my eyes when he told Madi. And that hug gave me painful father-daughter feels. At least he’ll try to keep his promise to Clarke and take care of her. Bellamy, you better, that girl is taking a wrong turn. Even if I agree with her cause, following a venomous lead will land her in scorching hot water.

I really would have loved to see Miller, Jackson and Jordan's grief too. And it looked like Spacekru didn't care much after she saved their lives countless times. That scene was underwhelming, truly.

Now, as I predicted, Clarke appears in Josephine’s dreams when she finally sleeps. Which images haunt her? Roan, Abby, Madi, Lexa, Bellamy. I saw tweets of other’s but those were clear to me. Accompanied by Abby, Bellamy and her own words to Lexa. The most important people in her life, right?

I knew this would happen, something obviously went wrong with the insertion or Clarke is just a fighter. I don’t think it has anything to do with synthetic nightblood. Josephine, honey, you’re in for the wildest and scariest rollercoaster ride of your life. Clarke Griffin is a force to be reckoned with and she won’t stop until her prison break is successful. 

I cannot imagine the experience of living in your own mind to be pleasant. Especially not while fighting Josephine Lightbourne for power. Poor, poor, Clarke.

Bellamy was the first to notice Josephine isn’t Clarke and I’m sure he’s gonna realize that she still exists too. The devil will let something slip or act weird and he’ll pick up on it. Either that or Jade informs Echo. Once he solves that puzzle, he will stop at nothing until she returns to him. But Bellamy, please keep your eye on Madi throughout, do not follow in Abby’s footsteps.

Will Clarke’s dreams hold a confession of feelings? Will Bellamy confess to Josephine? Will there be any sort of confession?

Last week someone called my Becho theories typical. Fine, I may be biased but I only write what I see on my screen and if you disagree, I’d love to know why.

[warriorspowerofthreeredux]

Chapter One

Jaykit’s whiskers twitched against the sudden breeze of cold that hurled into the nursery. Even though his paws were planted in the delicate moss that covered his nest, his mind was vastly immersed in adventure. 

Just outside the safety of the den, he could hear paw steps slowly filtering throughout the camp, leaving scents that only his imagination could identify. He recognized Poppypaw and Honeypaw sharing a freshly caught mouse, and Longtail slightly limping back from the dirtplace with Mousefur grumbling about how Starclan just had to bring another snow, and Brightheart was telling Cloudtail about the biggest thrush she saw -

“Jaykit! Are you even listening to the story? You’re gonna miss the best part!”, Brambleclaw’s sudden chirp brought Jaykit back to this confines of the den. A high-pitched wail made him cringe, as his sister Hollykit cried in disdain. “Jaykit, why did you have to ruin it? Brambleclaw was just about to tell us about the badger Midnight!” She huffed. 

“Oh settle down, Hollykit. You’ve heard the story a thousand times, and probably remember it better than i,” Brambleclaw’s hearty purr resonated against the den walls. “Besides that, I think I’ve bored your poor brother to sleep,” He pointed his paw towards Lionkit, who was blissfully curled up at Jaykits side. Jaykit flattened his ears. He hadn’t meant to ignore his father, but everything happening outside of the den sounded so much more adventurous than a well known story. “Can we go play outside now that you’re done with your story?” Lionkit’s groggy mew interrupted his thought. Hollykit squealed in delight and raced past Brambleclaw, with a newly awoken Lionkit in tow. 

“Wait- I wasn’t exactly done with it...” Brambleclaw’s deflated voice drifted off as he hurriedly followed his kits outside. 

“What were you dreaming of, my brave one?” Ferncloud’s soft mew coxed Jaykit over to the warm fluffy queen. Her body was tightly wrapped around Foxkit and Icekit, who were pawing fiercely at her stomach. 

“I wasn’t dreaming of anything. I just can’t wait until Firestar makes me an apprentice so i can finally see what its like to be a warrior.” Jaykit admitted to her. He liked to spend time with the queen, because she listened to him unlike his other clanmates. Ferncloud gave his a swift lick, and gently pushed him away. “Then you should probably hurry up and see what your littermates are doing. Don’t let them out do you. Show them the fighter you truly are,” she told him. 

Jaykit’s heart soured. He nodded at the queen before turning and trotting out of the nursery. 

“Jaykit! Hurry up, we found a new game!” Lionkit’s squeaky chirps indicated that he and Hollykit were rustling around the camp’s entrance. Jaykit hurried across the clearing, before colliding directly into a ball of fur. “Watch where you’re going!” Berrypaw spat angrily at him. Jaykit realized he must’ve made Berrypaw drop the prey he caught while out on a hunting patrol. He felt the apprentice snort in his face before picking up his now dusty prey, and stalked away from him. Jaykit guessed Berrypaw was hoping to impress his mentor Brambleclaw with his catch.

“Oomf!” Jaykit’s breath was knocked from his chest as the heavy body of his brother pinned him to the ground. “I win! I caught you!” Lionkit boasted proudly. Jaykit let out his fiercest snarl before batting his brother on the nose, and wiggling out from under his body. He felt Hollykit’s clumsy paws rushing towards him and stepped out of her way, purring when he heard her slam into Lionkit. “Jaykit you gotta help me!” Lionkit pleaded to him, as Hollykit chewed on his ears. 

Before he could pounce back into the heat of battle, Jaykit was suddenly lifted into the air by his scruff. He thrashed violently until recognizing the sharp scent of his mother. 

“You three should really stay away from the camp entrance. There’s cats coming back after long patrols who shouldn’t have to worry about tripping over you lot” Squirrelflight mumbled around his scruff. Lionkit and Hollykit broke apart, and sat up straight. “We wouldn’t be in the way if Firestar hurried up and made us apprentices!” Lionkit told her. Squirrelflight sat Jaykit back down, and he quickly groomed his chest fur back into place. “Yeah. True warriors don’t have to worry about their mothers picking them up” he said crossly. 

“By Starclan! Just you wait, you’re going to be my size and I’ll still pick you up just like when you were a newborn!” Squirrelflight chirped at him. Jaykit dipped his head in embarrassment. He hated it when his mother treated him like a helpless kit. It crawled like ants under his pelt, because he knew how much differently Squirrelflight treated him rather than his siblings. He knew he was different, but he just wished Squirrelflight wouldn’t fuss over him so much. 

“Squirrelflight look! I can be a warrior now! Watch me!” Lionkit meowed as he tackled Hollykit to the ground. Hollykit hissed and tried to flip her larger brother over, but of no avail. 

“Well. In order to be warriors, you all have to become apprentices first.” Leafpool’s sudden mew came from behind Squirrelflight. Jaykit could always recognize the medicine cat from the tangy scent of herbs. Leafpool twitched her tail before turning her gaze towards Jaykit. “That means you will have to  get on good terms with your fellow apprentices.” Leafpool said. She must’ve seen how Berrypaw was glaring badger-fangs at the three kits. 

“I don’t want to be a warrior. I want to be a medicine cat like you, Leafpool.” Hollykit declared. She has since freed herself from Lionkit, and had sat down directly at Leafpool’s paws. “Please Leafpool. You gotta take me as your apprentice!” She begged. Leafpool shifted uncomfortably, and Jaykit felt Squirrelflight stiffen. 

“We just have to see what Firestar says about that...” Leafpool trailed off uncertainly. Jaykit was confused. He scented fear streaming off of the two she-cats. Why would Leafpool be scared to have Hollykit as her apprentice? He thought to himself.

“Maybe i can help you heal sick cats! Or - Or, i can help you gather herbs.” Hollykit begged Leafpool. The pale brown she-cat was thoughtful for a second, and let out a small sigh. “If you’re really serious about becoming my apprentice, you could come with me and help sort my collection of catmint.” She suggested. Hollykit shot up, and stood as straight as possible. “Of course i can. I’m gonna be the best apprentice you’ll ever have.” She swore. 

She’s only going to have one apprentice fleabrain... Jaykit thought sourly to himself. As Leafpool lead Hollykit to her den, Squirrelflight cleared her throat and looked back at the remaining two. “I have to be getting back to my duties now. Maybe the apprentices could show you two the hunter’s crouch.” She gave both him and Lionkit a swift lick, before pacing away.

Lionkit shuffled his paws. “We won’t be able to train with Hollykit if she’s a medicine cat apprentice..” His voice trailed off. Jaykit felt a strong pang of sadness when he realized his brother was right. The three have always done everything together, but now he wouldn’t be able to train beside his sister.

Jaykit felt Lionkit shove him gently. “It will be fine. It’s not like we’ll never see her.” He tried his best to sound cheerful. “Come on, lets go see Mousepaw. I heard that he and Spiderleg got in a fight with some Windclan warriors while on dawn patrol!” Lionkit squeaked, before dashing off in the direction of the apprentices den.

Jaykit did not follow. With his paws planted firmly in the ground, his attention was directed towards the camp entrance. A strange ebbing noise was filtering through the thorn tunnel. 

One that he had never heard before. 

That’s impossible! I know every sound of the forest! He reasoned with himself. But the more he tried to identify it, the more he realized that this was something completely new. Jaykit felt a sudden urge of excitement, curiosity, but also a twang of fear. He had to go find it. Whatever it was, it was calling to him in a way that only he could understand. 

Within an instant, Jaykit knew what he had to do. He angled his ears around the camp to determine who exactly would have a chance of seeing him leave. The only cats close enough were Brightheart, Cloudtail, and Sorreltail. Brightheart was too busy grooming Cloudtail, that she wouldn’t notice a mouse if it jumped in her jaws, he thought.

Sorreltail would be a problem. The she-cat had the sharpest eyes in the clan, but specifically seemed to have an instinct to know when a kit was up to no good 

Jaykit stepped carefully to the thorn tunnel. The thousands of new scents were overwhelming, but if he wanted to go, his only chance was now. 

Jaykit hesitantly pushed through the thorn tunnel. He extended out his front paws in drastic manners. He was taking mental images so he’d have a clear idea of where to go, in case he needed to make a hasty return.

Confident of the layout of the tunnel, Jaykit emerged into the forest. A strong gust of scents seemed to lurk around every corner. He took a few hesitant steps forward, and felt the edge of a steep slope.

Jaykit had never felt more alive in his whole life. And he hadn’t even reached the heart of the forest yet!

The young kit took a few more steps forward. If he wanted to find the source of the noise, he’d had to move fast before a patrol spotted him. Jaykit began to weave through the forest. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going, but he was getting closer to the sound. It was becoming more distinctive. 

Jaykit froze. 

The sound was being made from an animal. It was too large to be a cat, but it was stepping lightly enough to mimic pawsteps. 

A flash of fear surged throughout his body. He had only now just realized how far away he was from the camp. There were no familiar surroundings that he could recognize, and the animal had seen him. 

Jaykit turned, and collided directly into warm fur. 

“Brightheart!” He yelled. The she-cat must’ve seen him leaving camp. He knew he was in trouble, but right now he had to get away from the beast approaching them. 

But the she-cat did not move. She stood over Jaykit , and crouched down low to the earth. 

“Brightheart we need to go before-” Jaykit was interrupted by Brightheart giving him a light cuff around the ear. 

“Jaykit. Do you know the creature ahead of us?” She whispered so gently, that he had to strain to understand her. He shook his head in confusion. Brightheart wasn’t scared, but instead... In complete awe. 

“It’s a deer” She continued. “Stay very still. It’s directly infront of us.”

Jaykit already knew that. But it only brought more curiosity. Longtail had told him about such animals. The elder said that those who saw them were blessed by Starclan, and it should be considered the highest honor to ever meet one. 

Brightheart stiffened as the deer drew closer to them. “Do not be afraid.” She murmured. The deer brought its head down to look at the cats closely. Jaykit raised his head, and was met with a rough wet nose. He sniffed in disgust, while Brightheart stifled a purr.  

It seemed like moons before the deer finally picked its way away from the clan cats. Brightheart let Jaykit up, and was beaming with excitement. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful creature!” She exclaimed. 

He sat a little dumbstruck, and overwhelmed by the whole event. Now that it was over, he knew he was in for a fox-fit of trouble. But to his surprise, she seemed to immersed in her thought to scold him.

“This has to mean something.” Brightheart meowed. ”Starclan has sent us their blessing, Jaykit.” Brigthheart seemed a little tentative. 

“I’ve actually been meaning to ask you something...” She shuffled her paws hesitantly. “Okay.” Jaykit grumbled. 

“Well.. I’ve been thinking about asking Firestar if i can be your mentor. You’d be my first apprentice, and i feel like we’d make a great team, Jaykit. ” She told him. “We have so much in common.” She persisted.

Jaykit felt a fire roar in his chest, and he flattened his ears in anger. “Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean we have anything in common!” He furiously hissed at her.

Brightheart flinched. “That wasn’t what i meant.” She trailed off. Something stirred inside her that Jaykit hadn’t noticed before.

“Then what do you mean? What could i possibly share with you?” Jaykit bitterly asked.

Brightheart was silent. Jaykit turned his back on the she-cat, and draped his tail over his paws. “We both feel like outcasts in our own families.” Brigthheart suddenly whispered. 

Jaykit felt a ice cold claw surge at his heart. Could Brightheart really understand how he felt? “I know what it’s like Jaykit. To feel ... Different than the others. To have other cats treat you like you can’t even take care of yourself.” She sat beside him. “I know what its like to feel alone even when you’re surrounded by hundreds.” 

“I.. I don’t want you to go through what i did, Jaykit.” She told him. “I don’t want you to ever have to feel that way. I want to be there for you.” 

Jaykit didn’t know what to say. Maybe... Brightheart wouldn’t be such a bad mentor. He pressed against the she-cats leg. “Does that mean that I won’t be in trouble when we get home?” He chirped. 

“Oh no, Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw are going to be mad as badgers’ when i get you home.” Brightheart told him.  

Jaykit sighed.

[xiajjk]

Yuri and Victor’s Night Alone

When he stepped into the rink, nothing else mattered. The world fell away and all he could see was the ice. It glistened like diamonds, smooth as water. When he stepped onto it, he felt at peace. His skates were sharpened, his mind was clear. He slid onto the rink with ease, having done it a thousand times before. He didn’t feel nervous when he was alone. This was where he was supposed to be. “Yuri!” Victors caressing voice filled his head and a deep blush set in. Even after all this time, he still blushed whenever Victor called his name. or whenever Victor spoke to him, or touch him, or-“Yuri!” Victor interrupted again. He turned, seeing his grey haired Russian leaning over the plastic divider that separates the spectators and the skaters. He had a ferocious look in his eyes, his beautiful sea foam green eyes. Yuri moved almost on instinct towards him. His heart thudded heavy in his chest and he had to remember they weren’t at home, he had to be reserved here. Although they were the only ones here, he didn’t reserve the rink today. So anyone could come through those doors. “What?” Victor grabbed his hands, and the warm pressure of skin against skin made Yuri’s heart skip yet again. He took a deep breathe, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Just a moment ago he was at peace, calm and collected. Now he felt like a school girl with a crush. “Yuri, I have the most amazing news!” Victor squeezed his hands tighter and leaned in. His silver hair fell in front of his eyes and he lowered his long full lashes and leaned in close to Yuri’s ear. He could feel his breathe, hot, against his skin and his whole body trembled with pleasure. Having Victor this close, even after all this time, still made him excited. He waited, impatiently, for Victor to say his news, all the while wanting nothing more then to tear his clothes off. “We get the house to ourselves tonight.” Yuri’s blush returned, and his whole body flushed with heat at Victors enticing words. When Yuri moved in with Victor last spring, he never expected they would have visitors so often. Because they were always traveling, they hardly every stayed there. but when they did, there was always someone staying too. Yurio basically moved in, and since Yurio was there all the time, so was Otabek. Chris visited often too, and Minako when she could get away from the studio. Phichit would visit when he’s in Hasetsu. The house was always so full, not that he could complain. Growing up he never had many friends, so it was nice having so many people around. But it would also be nice to spend more alone time with Victor. Even since the Grande Prix last year, their lives were so busy with practices, they hardly got to see each other. Even though they were training together, their lives were dedicated solely to the next Grande Prix event. So hearing Victor say the house would be empty tonight was probably the best news he’d heard all year. “That is amazing!” Yuri said. Victor leaned back and smirked. “So, u-uh, what did you have in mind?” He couldn’t help but still be nervous around his former coach. Especially about things like this, where he had every little experience. Victors had dozens of lovers, and He has has one. Victor. “Well,” Victor ran his hands through his hair, knowing how much Yuri loved when he did that, and said, “I thought perhaps we could start off with some dinner, perhaps salmon, then maybe dessert? The end the night with fucking. You like the idea, no?” Yuri felt his whole body blushing now. He wasn’t used to such bold talk, it still made him uncomfortable. Victor stood there, tall and gorgeous, knowing how much he was making Yuri quiver. “Uh, y-yes, yes that sounds good.” Victor clapped his hands, laughing now. “Good! Finish practice and i’ll get started on dinner. Be home around 6. And don’t be late!” He was about to go but Yuri felt too anxious to let him leave yet. He grabbed Victors wrist and with a surprised look on his face, he leaned in and kissed him, hard. He grabbed the back of Victors neck and his other hand wrapped securely around his waist. Victor sank into the kiss, the surprise wearing off. He wrapped his hands around Yuri’s waist and they kissed for what seemed an eternity, yet it wasn’t long enough. The doors to their right swung open and the sounds of young kids voices filled the rink. They broke apart, both breathing heavily and flushed with lust. Victor ran his thumb along Yuri’s bottom lip and smiled. He didn’t have to say anything, Yuri could tell what he was thinking. He was happy. When Victor had left, Yuri continued with his practice. Now that the rink was filling up, he didn’t feel at peace. He felt nervous. He hated when people watching him skate, especially when he was trying out some new, more complex jumps. He landed hard on his ass each time, not even close to nailing them. But there was still a few more weeks before the competition so he had plenty of time to train. For now, he would focus on trying to land them better. He wanted to show Victor his new jumps before the competition started. Victor was his number one supporter, and he would be proud of him. He liked making Victor proud. He liked making Victor happy, too. When he finished changing out of his skates, he walked past Yuuko on his way out. She sprang up from behind the counter, always in such a good mood. “Where those new moves you were working on?” He handed her his skates and nodded, blushing. “I can’t wait to see you nail them. Are you nervous about competing again? You’re up against Victor, right?” “Yeah, it’ll be strange. I’ve gotten so used to Victor being behind the ice, but i’ve always wanted to skate on the same ice as him. And now more then ever, I want to prove to him that I can win.” “Well tell Victor I say hi and i’m looking forward to seeing you guys compete.” Yuuko has always been a big support to him, he needed that now. He was nervous about taking the ice against Victor, its been so long since he’s compete with him. Although, he’s never been in the same league as Victor until last year. He walked home with thoughts of last years Grande Prix swimming in his head. He forgot to check the time until he was walking through the door. He dropped his bag and took off his shoes. He could hear Victor in the kitchen, humming the tune of his favorite composer. He glanced up and saw it was almost six fifteen. Damn. He should have been more careful. Victor had a big issue with being on time. “Victor, I’m home!” He called. Victor stopped humming and suddenly he was in front of him, throwing his arms around his neck. “Oomf.” Yuri stumbled back, but then returned the embrace. “I’ve missed you,” He purred, gripping Yuri harder against his chest. Yuri smiled, kissing his cheek. “I’ve missed you, too.” Victor let him go but kept hold of his hand, brining him into the kitchen. “it smells good.” “Come, sit. It’s almost ready. I’ve made miso salmon for us, and theres wine that needs to be poured.” Yuri sat down and poured the wine as Victor ordered and a moment later, Victor came out of the kitchen with two plates of miso salmon. It smelled delicious. “Victor, you didn’t have to go through all of this.” “Nonsense, its not everyday we have the house to ourselves.” Yuri couldn’t argue that. He started to eat. The salmon was delicious, so fresh and seasoned with zesty flavor. Victor was a god on the ice and in the kitchen. He could feel Victors eyes on him as he ate and when he glanced up, Victor was grinning. “What?” He said with a mouthful of rice. “You look so cute when you eat. it’s like the world drops away and it’s just you and your food. Little piggy.” Yuri rolled his eyes. he hated when Victor called him that. “I have three great loves in my life, skating, food, and you.” It was a little corny, but Victor brought that out in him. He’s never been in love before, but he knew he loved Victor. He never met anyone who could make him so happy, so giddy. he was genuinely excited to wake up next to Victor everyday and go to bed with him every night. Every day was an adventure with him. He was happy with their lives, though hectic and crazy at times. He didn’t want to spend his life with anyone but Victor. “You flatter me,” Victor said, his Russian accent spilling out. He leaned over and kissed Yuri’s forehead. he hesitated slightly and his thumb brushed against Yuri’s lips, his eyes glazed over. “I can’t wait anymore,” He breathed. Yuri knew what he meant and he agreed. Seeing Victor like this made his toes curl. He got to his feet and grabbed Victors hand, leading him off to the bedroom. He closed the door and turned to Victor. Before Victor could say anything, Yuri pushed him back onto the bed. Victor gasped, ever so slightly, and his eyes raked over Yuri’s body, ravaging him. Yuri slipped out of his sweatshirt and climbed over Victor, his hand tracing over Victors cheek, down his neck, between his clavicle and he grabbed at his shirt, then pulled it over Victors head. Victor moaned slightly and Yuri pressed his body against Victors, skin against skin, chest against chest. He titled Victors chin up and pressed his lips against his. They were entangled almost immediately, their bodies becoming one as they kissed, their hearts matching beats. Victor cried out for Yuri to hurry as he tried to finish undressing. He wanted Victor so badly he felt like he couldn’t wait even one more second. Seeing Victor lying on the bed, his eyes growing cloudy with lust, biting his lower lip to quite moaning. Yuri didn’t see a skating god on his bed right now, he saw Victor, a beautiful embodiment of sex. Every time they laid together, he was reminded of how much he loved Victor, in every single use of the term. He was right about to take off Victors pants when he heard the door slam shut. “VICTOR!” He knew that voice. He closed his eyes, hoping he just imagined it. “VICTOR! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” Nope. He definitely did not imagine that. “Yurio?” Victor sat up, pulling on his shirt and opening the door. Sure enough, Yurio stood in the kitchen, arms crossing, tapping his foot impatiently. “Yurio!” “Stop calling me that stupid name,” He snapped. His eyes slid over Victor and onto to Yuri, on his knees, half undressed, and he narrowed them. Yuri sighed and grabbed his sweatshirt from the floor and shrugged it on. “Yurio, I thought you were in Russia,” Yuri said, not trying to hide his annoyance. He felt unsettled now. He started cleaning up the kitchen as Yurio sat down to finish off Yuri’s salmon. “I was, until Otabek decided he was going home to train with his old coach. He didn’t even tell me. He said he would be back before the competition but thats six weeks from now. We made an agreement that we would train together in St. Petersburg.” Victor sat down across from him and finished his salmon too, leaving nothing for him to eat. “So you decide to come here?” Yuri asked. “Yeah, so?” Yurio reached for the wine but Victor slapped his hand away. “Whatever.” He pushed the finished rice away and laid back on the floor. His blonde hair was longer then when Yuri had last seen him. He was used to this. Yurio and Otabek were always fighting. Yurio would storm out, come here and complain. Then Otabek would usually show up and they would make up. it was all very annoying. He was looking forward to having Victor to himself tonight but obviously that wasn’t going to happen. “Do you want to watch my old skating routines again? Will that make you feel better, kitten?” Victor always indulged Yurio in this matters. He figured it reminded him of when he was young and foolish and in love. Yurio sat up and nodded. He looked hurt. Yuri’s seen him upset before, he was emotional and liked drama. But he looked genuinely hurt right now. Perhaps he and Victor will have another night to themselves. Obviously Yurio needed them. They went into the living room and Victor put on his old skating routines. They watched them pretty much anytime Yurio had a fight with Otabek. Yurio liked to jest at how young Victor was but more then that, it calmed him. It calmed all of them to watch Victor skate. Victor didn’t mind, it boosted his ego. As the night wore on, soon Yurio was fast asleep on the couch. Yuri and Victor were on either side of his as he snored away. Yuri caught Victors eye and they both chuckled. Perhaps this was how it was always going to be. He didn’t mind so much. As long as he had Victor, nothing really mattered.

[artificialqueens]

Read My Mind (Trixya) Chapter 3 - Candy For Children

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for all your kind words about the past two chapters! They have really made my day! I had a little trouble with this chapter, so it’s a lot shorter than I wanted it to be, and a little filler-y. Things should pick up a little more next chapter, and a lot more in chapter 5. Thanks again for reading!

Summary: Trixie is a clairvoyant witch, sent to study at Mrs. Charles’s Academy for Gifted Girls where she meets another young witch named Katya, and sparks fly (no pun intended)

Trixie was beginning to come to terms with the fact that she may not have been as straight as she’d initially thought.

It had been two months since she had come to the academy, two months since she had met Katya, and since that first day at the train tracks, the two had been joined at the hip. They confided in each other and had each other’s backs, but mostly they just messed around and joked with each other. It was like no other friendship Trixie had ever had, and she was incredibly thankful for it. That was why she had ignored it, the first time she had woken up moaning her best friend’s name. It was a fluke. She hadn’t gotten any in months, and her brain was just latching on to the person she was closest to at the moment. Besides, it happened to everyone every once in awhile. The second time was just because she had been so caught up thinking about the first time. By the third time however she had to admit that there was a pattern emerging.

By that time she had also noticed herself noticing things about the other girl in the waking world as well. The pout of her cherry red lips when she pretended to be hurt by one of Trixie’s jokes. The lines of her toned legs when she would pop one over her head to punctuate a joke of her own. The way her nails scratched and dug into Trixie’s thigh when she grabbed at it in excitement. It had all combined to create something of an “oh shit” moment for Trixie.

It was less of a problem for her internally than she initially thought it would be. The main problem did not lie in her realizing that she wanted to be with a woman, the main problem was that Trixie was not used to pining. It had just never been something she had had to deal with. Back home she was usually the one being pined after. Boys would stare at her in class, and buy her presents and even, on one unfortunate occasion, write her poems.

Now she was the one doing the staring. At that moment she was watching from her spot next to Katya in Ms. Royale’s class, as the girl picked up a frog heart from the cup in front of her and began to chant “Khali Ma! Khali Ma! Khali Ma!” She then turned her bright eyes on Trixie expectantly and burst out laughing. When Trixie didn’t immediately join in she gasped and added, “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom!” and then she was shrieking laughing again. Trixie shook her head and laughed along. Katya had a tiny splatter of blood on her chin, that, as a vegetarian, made Trixie want to vomit, but as a hopeless romantic who had seen one too many romantic comedies in her life, made her want to do some ballsy move like grab her face and wipe it off with her thumb all while staring sensually into her eyes.

Maybe she would have done it if: a) that wasn’t an insane and borderline creepy thing to do, b) they weren’t in a classroom full of their peers and one of their superiors, and most importantly c) Katya wasn’t in a relationship.

It had been a month since Katya told Trixie that she and Jamie had made it official again, and Trixie had heard more about it in that month than she would have wanted to hear in a lifetime. Unfortunately, other than her coworker from the pawnshop, Ginger, Trixie was the only person Katya had told, and as much as she wanted to roll her eyes, or say “anyway” and move onto another topic, she knew she couldn’t let these newfound feelings, or selfish jealousy get in the way of supporting her friend.

“Trixie?” Katya suddenly said, startling Trixie out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Trixie what are you staring at?” Katya was looking at her, confusion on her face, still laughing slightly at her joke from before.

Trixie realized she was still staring, and tried to keep herself from stuttering in embarrassment when she responded. “Oh, you’ve got a little” She pointed in the general direction of Katya’s face, “On your chin there.”

Katya pulled out her phone, and used the camera as a mirror, and then once she had located the blood wiped the speck off with her forefinger and stuck it in her mouth, grinning at Trixie. Trixie responded with forced retching noises that made Katya flail around in her seat a little.

“Ladies, if I wanted to hear your nonstop chatter, I would have been born clairvoyant.” Ms. Royale said looking at the two girls, causing them both to look up at her bashfully.

“Sorry Ms. Royale.” Trixie said, and focused on her work for the rest of the class, though it wasn’t easy when Katya kept furrowing her brow and chewing on her pen in confusion. Trixie was only human, and frankly, it was adorable.

-

“Does it feel weird to you to sit in a classroom again?” Trixie asked Katya, never moving her eyes from the porcelain vase sitting on the dresser on the other side of the room.

They were sitting on Katya’s bed, whiling away the hours until Trixie had to go to her one on one with Chad. Trixie was sitting with her back to the wall, legs crossed. Katya’s head was resting at the the end of the bed and her legs were draped across Trixie’s. Trixie was trying to move the vase from across the room, and Katya was giving her pointers as she lay smoking a cigarette and staring at the ceiling.

“‘Cause like,” Trixie continued, now squinting at the vase, blurring the rest of the room from her vision, “I didn’t go to college, I just went straight to work, so it’s been awhile since I’ve been in a classroom environment. It makes me feel… I dunno, young I guess.”

Katya seemed to consider this as she took a deep drag from her cigarette. “I don’t know. Not really. I mean, I was going to community college when my powers started to manifest. So I went right from there to here. Not much of a switch. I find it helps to grunt a little.” Trixie found cigarettes disgusting, but she couldn’t deny that there was something alluring about the way the smoke drifted up out of Katya’s mouth as she spoke. She was so distracted by it that it took her a few extra seconds to process what Katya had said.

“Wait, what?” She asked.

“Grunting.” Katya grinned as she sat up, and sent her cigarette flying to the ashtray that sat on the same dresser as the vase that refused to move. As she did this she let out a little ‘hoowa’ and then turned to Trixie, “It gives it a little extra oomf.” Her eyes widened a fraction of an inch and then she moved to squish herself next to Trixie on the small bed. Her body pressed against her side, and she placed one of her legs across Trixies, and the other straight out towards the foot board. Trixie tentatively rested her hands on Katya’s thigh where it lay across her lap, and Katya seemed to barely notice, so she kept them there. She looked at Katya uncertainty, and got a grin in return.

She focused on the vase and let out an uncertain “hueeg?”

The vase stayed perfectly still.

She looked at Katya, who was cracking up.

“Bitch!” Trixie yelled in faux anger.

Katya kept laughing, though she was clearly trying to stop, “Oh. Oh Tracy, I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t help it. You looked so adorable and unsure.”

“I hope you fucking die.” Trixie narrowed her eyes. And suddenly Katya was gone.

Before she could even register that the other girl had disappeared, Katya’s weird old man voice came from the other direction, directly into her ear, “don’t count on it Barbra, I’m gonna live forever!”

Trixie raised her hand and said, “I’m gonna fucking hit you over the head with that vase if I can ever get it to fucking move.” Right as she did this, she felt the cold smooth texture of the porcelain vase hit her palm.

Both girls were silent for a few seconds, neither moving a muscle.

“Did you move that into my hand?” Trixie asked finally, her eyes never moving from Katya’s.

“Nope!” Katya responded, beaming.

Both girls smiled, Trixie got up and jumped around a little in celebration.

“Alright,” Katya said conspiratorily after a moment sitting down on the edge of the bed, “Let’s see if you can put it back Barbie.”

Trixie confidently stood up. Focusing all her energy on moving the vase back to its home on the dresser. Slowly, she let go of the vase.

It crashed immediately to the floor, shattering into a thousand little pieces.

“Huh.” Katya said calmly, “maybe you can only do it during bouts of ironic rage.”

“Fuck.”

“Hey don’t worry about it.” Katya said, getting up to stand next to her, “these things take time.” She moved her hand, and all the little pieces lifted into the air and deposited themselves into the trash bin in the corner of the room.

Trixie sighed and lay back down on the bed, Katya followed after her and lay down next to her, bending her neck in a way that looked incredibly uncomfortable to rest her head against Trixie’s shoulder. “I know, I know.” Trixie said, “It just seems like I’m having to be patient about everything lately.

Before either of them said anything else the door was squeaking open.

“Hey Alaska,” Katya said, not moving a muscle.

“Sorry for interrupting whatever this is,” Said Alaska, “But you we’re needed downstairs like ten minutes ago.

“Fuck” Groaned Trixie, getting up, and maneuvering herself out of the vice-like grip of Katya.

Alaska looked between the two of them and rested one of her hands on her hip, “So do I, like, owe Max twenty bucks now, or is this something else?”

“What do you mean? Of course not!” Trixie said, quickly, “Katya has a-” She cut herself off before she spilled Katya’s secret. When it began to feel like she might have been silent for a little too long added, “vagina.” Fuck.

The room was quiet, and both Alaska and Katya looked at her, unimpressed, for two entirely different reasons.

“Yep!” Trixie continued as she backed out of the room, “Katya and I were just cuddling, and not doing anything else…. Because of her vagina. Gotta go see Ms. Michaels, catch you at dinner!” After that she practically ran to Chad’s office.

–

Katya had two hours to kill until dinner so she went to the living room to sit and relax by the fire. Violet, Pearl and Adore were already there, Pearl and Violet sitting on the couch, talking quietly, leaning close and smiling, and Adore was lying down in front of the fire on the ground, on her stomach, writing something in a notebook. Katya made her way over to the loveseat closest to the fire and sat down.

“Good evening ladies.” Katya said smiling and looking to each other the girls, before bringing her bare feet to rest underneath her on the chair.

“Hey girl.” replied Adore, not looking up from her notebook.

“Where’s Trixie?” Pearl asked, fiddling with a strand of Violet’s hair, twisting it around her fingers.

Katya’s phone vibrated suddenly and she took it out of her pocket, “She’s in her meeting with Ms. Michaels.” She replied.

“It’s weird not seeing the two of you together.” Violet said, “It seems like lately where ever one of you is, the other is too.”

She looked down at her phone, and smiled when she saw the text from Jamie. Katya was usually the first to text, so it was nice as a change of pace.

From: Jamie

Hey Babe. What are you up to tomorrow?

Katya quickly sent back a “Nothing! Why? :)” Before turning back to Violet and Pearl, “I mean yeah we’re together a lot, she’s my best friend!”

Adore laughed.

“What?” Katya asked indignantly.

Adore sat up, putting her pen and notebook aside and looked at Katya. “You guy’s aren’t friends. You’re a pre-couple.”

Katya rolled her eyes “First of all, that is the stupidest word I have ever heard someone use. Secondly, is this because of the Max thing? Because what she see’s doesn’t always come to fruition. Especially when she tells people about it. You know it becomes was less likely once the people involved know about it.” Her phone buzzed again as she spoke.

“It’s not about the Max thing.” replied Pearl, “It’s about the you and her thing. You’re all over eachother. Even more than me and Vi, and we’re dating.” When she said that Violet smiled another one of her small little smiles, and linked her hands with Pearl’s.

“I’m a very tactile person.” Katya replied indignantly. “I’m like that with everyone.”

“True, but Trixie isn’t,” Adore countered, “And she’s just as touchy with you as you are with her.”

“It’s not just that,” Said Violet, “You two are constantly together.”

“Mostly it’s the way you look at each other.” Adore added. That made Katya pause, and made her feel a little uncomfortable. She knew that she and Trixie spent a lot of time together and touched a lot, but she was unaware of any specific type of looking going on.

“What do you mean?” Katya asked, dangerous curiosity coming out to play.

“You look at each other like two lovesick disney characters. It’s disgusting.” Violet said.

“Look who’s talking Mama.” Katya shot back, and Violet rolled her eyes, but there was an unmistakable red tint to her face that wasn’t a result of  heat from the fire. “Anyway, you guys are seeing things because I have a…” She realized that she had dug herself into the same hole Trixie had earlier, and said the first thing that popped into her head, “vagina.” Wow. She would have to apologize to Trixie later, that really was harder than she had thought. “Trixie’s straight.” she added for unneeded clarification.

“Oh please girl.” Adore laughed, “You’re the first one to say sexuality is fluid. Besides that girl is way too into Dolly Parton to be completely hetero.”

“You guys are crazy.” Katya said, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Once something was said it couldn’t be unsaid, and Katya knew her addictive personality was gonna fixate on this and think it into the ground. She looked down at her phone to see the text she had gotten.

From: Jamie

I just wanted to see if you would want to hang out tomorrow.

She smiled forgetting the worried thoughts she had just been having, and began to respond when another text popped up.

From: Jamie

Maybe we could hang out at your place? :)

Katya sighed. This wasn’t the first time Jamie had tried to get her to let her come to the academy. Katya could tell that  was hurting Jamie by not letting her in onto that part of her life, because she always got a little distant after being told no.

To: Jamie

You know I can’t let you come to the academy.

After receiving no response for a few minutes Katya sent another text.

To: Jamie

I’m really sorry. You know I would love to have you come over. I want to show you off. But we’ve talked about why I can’t.

After A few more minutes her phone finally buzzed.

From: Jamie

It’s fine.

Katya chewed on her lip. She hated being confused, because she rarely was. She prided herself in being the one doing the confusing. But now she was confused twofold. She didn’t know how to deal with the Jamie situation, or this new Trixie situation she just found out she had. Then she got an idea to kill two birds with one stone.

To: Jamie

How about I introduce you to one of my friends? We could all go for lunch?

She could satisfy Jamie by letting her into a part of Katya’s life she hadn’t been in previously, and she could satisfy herself by spending time with her two favorite girls, and reaffirming within herself that she was absolutely in love with one, and nothing but friends with the other. She knew Trixie wasn’t interested in her. And she knew she wasn’t into Trixie. But it never hurt to double check.

Almost immediately after she hit send her phone was vibrating with texts from Jamie.

From: Jamie

Okay!

From: Jamie

Is she from the academy too?

From: Jamie

What is her power?

Katya laughed and quickly shot back another text

To: Jamie

Haha, yes she is from the Academy. But it’s not really my place to tell you her powers.

“Who are you laughing with over there?” Courtney asked asked from the doorway. She walked in and went and sat over by Adore on the floor.

“Just a friend from back home.” Katya responded. It’s not that she didn’t want to introduce Jamie to her friends. She would have loved to have them all meet her, and for her spend time in the academy with her. But there was a lot of intense vetting that had to happen when a member of the coven entered into a relationship with an outsider, even more so if she was still at the academy. Katya was so enjoying the easiness of that early period in a relationship. She didn’t want to catapult their relationship to that level of confusion and complexity and stress.

“Hey!” Adore suddenly said. Katya looked up to see courtney, with Adore’s notebook in her hands, reading whatever she had been writing.

“Ohhh, what is this Adore?” Courtney asked as she read.

“It’s a song.” Adore shot back.

Courtney smiled and flipped the page, “These lyrics feel oddly reminiscent of someone we all know.”

“Don’t be so nosey bitch.” Adore shot back and grabbed her notebook out of Courtney’s hands, hiding her blushing face.

Katya smiled and then found herself yawning. It had been a long day, she deserved a quick nap before dinner. She closed her eyes and fell asleep to the sounds of a crackling fire and the laughter of her sisters.

[infinitd]

To all the women I’ve loved before..

and especially those I did not. What trivial cruelties we visit on each other. On ourselves. I never meant to be cruel. I just find myself selfish at those moments. Writing our love story with strokes, and kisses and just enough weird to make me a real person. I am not some masterful puppet master. Just a hopeless... guy. English seems to lack the oomf for some of these descriptions but my wordplay is also pretty rusty to say the least.  Love felt: Michelle the First; My first and messiest. Naive and drunk on the blissful obliviousness that only youth can provide. Wild and unrestrained. Seishunda! Youth at its finest. Ruth the Second; My ocean. I brought a flower to a gun fight. I was never prepared but I suppose neither of us was. My teacher, and muse. A compass for a long time after. Unfair in that college girl kind of way uncertain about this puppy at her feet, desperate for her attention. I howled at moons for you for years after the fact. Thank you for not looking back as you walked away. Best thing you ever did for me, that was really just for you.  Megan the Third; and the third is meant to be the charm but probably the most rooted in reality. Ugly, Mixing oil and water, what did we expect to happen? The ultimate chameleon self test. How long can I keep it up for I wonder? I would have kept it up forever. I enjoyed teaching you so much more than I thought I did. You made it so easy to be a Mister. Playing your part so well. It was a good love story, right until the end. I lied when I said I loved you but the lie became something real after all. And yet they don’t actually feel real. Someone like me can stretch the simulation of their emotions to the absolute brink so what makes any of these loves real or even meaningful, other than the things I learnt from each of them, not to mention the other women who came and went fulfilling whichever purpose at their time ( which isn’t necessarily a bad thing ). As life goes on does the harshness of reality of life become more and more of a factor in how I feel love at all. Is there no more giddiness? butterflies in my tummy and heady blissfulness. Just the mechanical and curated experience based on whatever I have felt before. Maybe it is just me and the fixation with anything I’v never experienced before.  THE NEW I’d forgotten I used to think about love all the time, at least in such sweepingly romantic terms. The feeling of being absolutely swept away but that’s only in the stories, and in the great purge of which ever year past some part of my heart was lost. A bit too successful. I don’t know how to love anymore. I had too much instruction on the topic and now I don’t even know where to begin. Unconditional or tempered. Controlled or Bonfire. Honesty or ... less than. And all of them have made some sense at some point or other. This was meant to be a whole thing on what I think love should be like now and the conclusion is simply. “lol idk”. Attraction is strange and I can’t help but feel like I’m making a much bigger deal about this than it needs and yet love is one of those universally compelling topics and feelings. The most insane of the chemical reactions. How am I supposed to reconcile any of these things or my feelings or at all when none of it is even slightly consistent. The only common thread is me and I am, as a rule, unpredictably predictable.  I don’t want to love anyone for a while and it’s because I’m scared. Not necessarily of the pain which is...crippling to say the least but because. There’s no way to do it right. It’s the most ancient thing that we’ve managed to over-reason and analyze and romanticize and bastardize and ruin and recreate and redefine and we chase it all the same. What happens in a world where some other emotion gets the attention. Maybe love is only as complex and complicated as it is because we’ve given it so much attention for millenia. We ruined love by giving it way too much attention. We ruin alot of things that way.

What is love? or what is love to and for me? Who’ll be able to accept all of this. Do i have to put some part of me away, are there some parts we’re not meant to show simply because, or do we do the full honesty thing. Regardless it’s not my problem for a while yet but I cannot deny how much this fascinates me. Few things ever capture my attention, let alone my whole being quite like being in love and I’ve certainly become wiser to compensate for my many shortcomings and even so... All i can do is feel it anyways. This big, glowing thing in my chest when I feel lonely and want to ramble about something, (thank you for letting me). When I really, really miss you and it’s at least once a day, every day; and when i do I’m not even sure if it’s love because it’s such an underwhelming yet compelling pull. Like a very very long string tugging at me just enough that it’s uncomfortable.I felt it with the others too and this isn’t even the strongest one. fuck

What a time to be alive. I get to create myself. A hunk of wood and all I do is chip away what isn’t part of the picture...or do I accept the hunk of wood for what it is. Endless potential.  Idea: a photo series titled “potential” with photos of things in their first stages.  It’s apity you never got to experience me with a full heart but that might also be for the best. Maybe not even that. Maybe it’s just exactly what happened because that’s what happened and there is no meaning or grand design. Just the things we go through and how we live them. What a life.....what a beautiful, messy life.

[panda-noosh]

Hey!! Can I get a mello x fem! reader?? Any kind of scenario or maybe like headcannons, sfw with a liiii nsfw ;)))) i dont mind i just love my smol mafioso so much and I dont see enough reader insert stuff 😘😘 i will love you forever...

This got longbecause Mello is my boy and writing for him is pure bliss. I hope youenjoy!

  I’ll also becoming out with a bunch of Death Note stuff soon, because I have somany ideas for headcanons and scenarios for all of them, so pleaselook out for those! x

   Joining Mello’sgang was never something you had wanted to do. You had always swornto yourself that it would be the absolute last resort.

   You had once hopedthat you would never have to succumb to it. Life was going well foryou after Wammy’s closed down – you were working with L, still ingood touch with Near and Mello both, though you definitely foundyourself gravitating towards L more. He was always the wise kid atWammy’s, the one everybody found weird until he showed them just howout-of-the-ordinary he really was.

   Mello and you hadnever gotten along like you wished. He craved success, something youhad no interest in. You were an intelligent girl – a Wammy’s kidafterall – and your intelligence was all you ever needed alongsidebasic necessities like food and water.

   It wasn’t like youtwo had ever hated each other, though. You shared the odd glance inthe hallway and you kept on good terms, but it was no secret that thetwo of you would never make a good team. Nobody would even try andput you in the same group back at Wammy’s – it was a death sentencefor either one of you two or somebody else.

   So you stayedapart.

   And you had hatedthe distance, because Mello was somebody you had wanted to get alongwith for a very long time, but you would never be the one to closesaid distance. He would have to make the first move.

   Or so you believed.

   It was only after Ldied and left Near as his successor did you start to realise thatmaybe intelligence really wasn’t enough to keep a grip on your life.

   It all spiralled.Kira killed L, Near was left with the repercussions and you werethrown to the side like rubbish. Nobody knew why you were the anymore – you were the girl with the brains, the out-of-this-worldsense of knowledge about everything, but nobody saw your potentiallike L did. And after he left, that left nobody.

   Nobody but Melloand Near, and you refused to bow down to somebody who was a juniorcompared to you.

   So you left. Youleft the Kira case, left the headquarters and found yourself in theunderground habitants of Mello and Matt’s gang house.

   It always unsettledyou whenever you walked through its halls. Nothing echoed. It wasjust the stale sound of people talking through the thick walls,muffled voices and the odd drill sound appearing throughout. Thewalls were rough to the touch, threatening to slice open any skinthat came in contact with the jagged surface this place had beencrafted from.

   It didn’t take longfor you to find Mello and Matt’s room – a gloriously built room atthe very end of the long underground tunnel. A simple steer left andyou were standing inside of the door frame, looking at your oldfriends with nothing but a straight face and balled up fists.

   Mello didn’t seemto react at first. His eyes met yours, and they stayed there, as iftesting the waters. As if needing to see if it was really you. Youhad changed in the last four years – new hair colour, new height,new body overall. The last time Mello had seen you, you had beenthirteen years old and were busy plotting your escape from Wammy’s.

   That was all youever were to him after you left – the crazy girl who had scaled thewalls of Wammy’s house and left.

   But now, as helooked at you, more and more memories of you seemed to zoom back intohis head, almost overflowing. He had barely given you a secondthought from the last time he had seen you, but your presence hadtriggered something within him – something he couldn’t explain.Something he was scared to explain.

   “Y/N?” Mattsaid, first.

   Your eyes snappedto Matt, his style of a striped shirt with his red hair still thesame as when you had last seen him. You smiled at the sight of him,nodding your head in his direction to let him know you acknowledgedhim.

   “What – Are youokay? How did you even get in here?”

   “I found anentrance,” you lied, knowing full well it hadn’t been that easy. Ithad been weeks of non-stop research under old bus station roofs foryou to know where this place was.

   Matt and Mello’sfaces screwed up in confusion, but you were quick to change thesubject.

   “Come on now.It’s a bit rude just leaving a lady hanging here, isn’t it? My feetare hurting from walking down that damn corridor.”

   Mello and Mattshared looks of concern as you attempted to step inside of the roomfully. Almost immediately your arms were being grabbed and you werebeing tugged back a lot rougher than you would have liked to admit.You were sure that both of your shoulders had been ripped from theirsockets, though you didn’t make a move to show off the pain that wasdarting through your torso. Instead, you tilted your head back andlaughed up at the jagged roof.

   “Mello, dear. Iknow you’re shocked, but you need to use your words. Or else how arewe going to catch up?”

   You looked down,catching a glimpse of Mello with his tongue tucked neatly into hischeek as if to ask you what nerve you had to be talking to him like aday hadn’t gone past. The look in itself was enough to make yourcheeks heat up – was he being attractive?

   “Lether in,” Mello finally ordered, and you were dropped. Your legsclashed against the ground, an ‘oomf’ escaping your mouth as youhadn’t realised just how far they had lifted you off the ground. Youshook the feeling back into your legs, smiled and turned back toMello and Matt, both of whom didn’t seem to understand what you weredoing.

   Ofcourse they didn’t. Neither of them knew that you had hit completerock bottom.

   “Sorryfor the short notice,” you commented, walking in fully and settingyourself beside Mello. He immediately folded his leg over the other,an attempt to get as far away from you as possible. He was stilltrying to figure out what you were doing in the first place.

   “Therewas no notice at all,” Matt brought up. “I think we deserve alittle bit of an explanation. Why did you fall off the end of theearth after you left Wammy’s?”

   “Youhad every chance to be L’s successor, and you decided to throw itaway for some lick of freedom,” Mello spoke up, and his voice wasso deep and so not what you remembered thatit almost made you wince.

   Youclenched your hands within the fabric of your jeans.

   “Ididn’t want to be L’s successor,” you replied after a moment ofcalming yourself down. “Fighting against a bunch of other kids wasnever my idea of a good life. I wanted to spend it hunting downcriminals, changing the world, but upon my own accord. Not because Ldecided to drop dead.”

   “Whichhe did,” Mello said.

   “Whichhe did,” you confirmed, turning to look at the blonde-haired beautyat the side of you. His side profile was glorious, a sharp jawlinewhich was a big change from the chubby-chocolate-eating boy you hadknown when the two of you were thirteen. “I bet that made youhappy, Mihael. Finally your chance to shine and Near took the gold.”

   Mello’sface paled at your words. Matt immediately stepped in, tutting andslapping your arm to get your attention back on him – this alwaysused to happen at Wammy’s. One of you would say something and theother would bite back comments which could destroy the others life.It was a common thing, though you remembered the days when it wasWatari stepping in to stop you from killing each other.

   “Youdidn’t explain anything useful,” Matt said after a moment ofcalming Mello down with his eyes. “Why are you here and where haveyou been?”

   “I’vebeen working with L,” you replied, confidently pushing yourshoulders back. “I was his right-hand-woman for a little while.Before he – you know – died. After he died, I went off on my ownand I’ve been on the road ever since. Walking around Japan, sleepingin bus shelters – anywhere, really.”

   “Youdid that because you didn’t want to work with Near?” Matt gasped.“You threatened your own life just so you wouldn’t have to workalongside Near?”

   “Wouldn’tyou?” Mello scoffed. “The man’s a lunatic. An absolute shit towork for. I’d much rather die than work by his side.”

   “Iwasn’t threatening my life just because it’s Near,” you growled,slapping Mello’s arm. “I left because I don’t work for anybody. Idon’t work for L. I don’t work for Near. Unlike you two, I don’t holdgrudges against my old pals.”

   “It’snot a grudge,” Mello said. “He took my job from me. He ruined mylife, and he’s still trying to do just that.”

   “Isthat right?” you nearly scoffed, unable to hide the grin that waspulling across your face at the stupidity of his words. “Mihael,I’m not being funny, Near hasn’t been near you in the past sixmonths. I’ve made sure of that, and so has he. He has no interest inyour petty control-battle that you’ve got going on. He’s the one withthe leading job. He has no interest for anything else.”

   Mellopaled again, his tongue leaving his mouth and leaving a wet trailover his bottom lip. You could see his hands clenching the leathermaterial of the sofa the two of you were sitting on, his eyes neverleaving yours. It was a battle for dominance – one which wassurprisingly tense. You could see everything in this moment – hishard work, the amount of time he had spent working for thatsuccessors job, only to have it snatched away from him by somebodylike Near.

   Youhad to understand where he was coming from. Just because you didn’thold grudges didn’t mean you didn’t have some left-over anger towardspeople who had done one better than you, people who had taken whatwas rightfully yours. Just because you refused to live your life withanger in your heart, didn’t mean you didn’t have any.

   Youjust ignored it, unlike Mello, who used it to get his revenge.

   “Matt,”Mello said, suddenly. You looked to the left, catching a glimpse ofMatt who had been completely uninvolved in the situation after hishands got a hold of the GameBoy that was always tucked into hispockets.

   “Mmm?”Matt hummed in response.

   “Leave.Get everybody else to leave as well, and don’t come in until I tellyou to come back.”

   You narrowed your eyes, folding your armsover your chest in confusion. What is he doing?

   “Ithink Y/N and I have some catching up to do. Just the two of us –like old times sake.”

   Matthesitated for a moment, though the moment was soon over as he stoodup and left the room, trailing the security guards behind him as hedid so.

  Theroom seemed almost hollow with just you and Mello sat inside of it.His eyes beamed into yours, refusing to let you out of his sight foreven a minute, though it wasn’t as if you’d risk such a thing. Thegun that was pressed against his hip bone was threatening enough.

   “Youleft,” Mello croaked out at last. The silence was shattered, but itwas still tense in the room. “You left, and you promised you’d comeback for us but you never did. You promised-”

   “Pleasedon’t talk about that,” you hissed. “I regret it, Mihael. Ireally do. I did. ButI had things to do.”

   “And you think we didn’t?” Mellobarked out, taking you by surprise when he thrusted himself upwards,pointing left right and centre as if that would prove his point.

   Hedidn’t need to prove his point. The memories of that night at Wammy’swere enough for you.

   “I’ll comeback for you. I promise,” you told Mello, running your fingers downhis jaw gently. You were only thirteen, barely old enough to scalethe wall you were about to attempt. Whatever made you believe youwould be able to break back in, drag out Mello, all without gettingcaught was beyond you, but you knew you would.

   You had to.

   Though you hadnever gotten along with the boy, you cared for him. You cared for thefact that he was always so brutally honest with you, and he wasalways there when you needed him. There had been an uncountableamount of times that you had completely buried yourself in his chest,sobbing uncontrollably because you were never good enough in thisdamn house.

   You would findhim again.

   “I’ll missyou,” Mello had whispered that night, under the stars as the two ofyou stood in front of each other. “I’ll wait.”

   “You won’thave to wait long,” you promised. “I’ll be back before you knowit. Just – Don’t forget about me, okay?”

   “I couldn’teven if I wanted to.”

   “Inever did forget about you,” Mello said now, looking so deep intoyour eyes that it was almost as if his irises were projecting thatmoment all them years ago on a loop. “I couldn’t. Like I told you,I just couldn’t. And Iwaited for a really, really long time. Six years, to be exact. I onlylost hope of you returning recently, and you show up and just shatterall of that personal growth Idid because you need some place to stay.”

   “It’snot like that,” you insisted, though you didn’t know how it wasn’tEvery word he was saying was the truth – you had been selfish tocome back here. You had been selfish to show your face in front ofthe person you had betrayed.

   “Thenat least tell me why,” Mello said. “Tell me what got you so sweptup that you forgot about me. Even though I was spending every wakingmoment thinking about you, wanting you back. What got your brain sodamn occupied?”

   “Nothing!”you bit, standing up with him now.

   You’reno longer eye-level, you noticed. When the two of you were young, youwere even a little bit taller than him, but he had certainlyout-grown you in the six years the two of you had been separated.

  “Jesus,Mello, nothing got my brain occupied, because I didn’t forget aboutyou at all!” You were nearly yelling at this point, only the soundof shuffling outside keeping your voice low. “I told you Iwouldn’t, and I didn’t, because you meant so much to me back then. Itwas impossible to getyou off of my mind for so long, even though I tried so hard to dojust that. What makes you think I didn’t feel guilty?”

   “Younever even tried, Y/N,” he growled. “I’d have known if you’d havetried.”

   “How? Because I did. I was a thirteen year oldgirl, for crying out loud.”

   “Youwere a Wammy’s kid!” Mello exclaimed, running his hand through hishair. “Using the age excuse isn’t going to work, because we bothknow damn well you could have easily gotten me out of that hell-hole.Me and Matt both.”

   “Ididn’t want Matt,” you exclaimed. “I promised you I’dbe back. Not him. I promised you and only you, because I wanted tolive my life with you. Iwanted to live my life with you, in a small flat in London where wecould just be together. Butlife got in the god damn way, and I refuse to sit here and let yousay that that’s my fault!”

   Thewords were out before you could catch them. Your usually speedy brainhad suddenly seemed to slow to an agonizing halt, unable to catch upto what you had said in time to stop them.

   Youhad never admitted to anybody that that was what you had once wanted.A life with Mello. A life with the man who everybody thought youhated. You had argued like cat and dog for the majority of your life,but that hadn’t changed the fact that his bedroom was always open foryou whenever you woke up from nightmares, the sound of your parentsbeing murdered still managing to lodge itself in your brain evenafter so long.

   Hewas always the man you came to with those issues, and you two wouldalways just talk about them like they were normal, because that waswhat it felt like – normal. With Mello, everything felt normal.

   Hiseyes widened as the words settled into his own brain – a shock tohim, but a good one he found. He didn’t like to admit that it was agood one – but it was. 

   Andin seconds, he had lost control. The control that he had been keepingwithin himself for years had finally broken completely and he wasthrowing himself towards you. His kisses weren’t the best, never themost gentle, never the most practised, but he was ready to risk itall just to feel your lips against his for once in hispotentially-short life.

   God, didyou need it as well.

   Hishands found their way to your jaw, pulling your face closer andcloser to his as your own hands wound around his shoulders, pullinghim down. Your lips fought for dominance for a moment, beforecompletely melting against one another into a calm, slow kiss thatbrought out the butterflies in your stomach.

    Youhad never imagined that kissing him would be like this. So familiar,even though you two hadn’t even kissed before. It was like it wasmeant to be, like a balloon had popped in your stomach – one thathad been getting bigger and bigger for the past six years, andpossibly even before that.

   Mellowas the one to pull away, and all too soon at that. His foreheadleaned itself against yours, ragged breaths escaping hissaliva-coated lips that you currently have the perfect view of withthe way your head is dipped. They looked glossed, and he quicklyglosses them even more as he swipes his tongue over the skin.

   “Fuckyou,” he whispered against your forehead. “Fuck you for making mego insane for the past six years.”

   Youlet your eyes flutter closed, tightening your arms around hisshoulders. “I’m here now. We may never get that small flat inLondon, or that ordinary life, but we can be together.”

   Melloclosed his own eyes. “I need that right now.”